ROLEPLAY HQ - gilded-cage

"You bastard. I will never be yours!" The man coughed as he was laying on the cold floor tiles decorated with golden ornamented patterns. "What a shame." The man approached, his golden jewelry and chains that draped around his body making sounds with each slow step. "You were certainly a graceful dancer, Kahim, but your dirty mouth ruins it all." He spoke, his voice sounding almost pitiful with the gaze of his golden eyes cold, yet filled with a hint of amusement. Long black strings of hair curled around his back, the thin layers of white silk exposing his raven black skin underneath. "I give you one last chance. Take my generosity and this chance to show your deepest regrets and you may stay by my side and indulge in my wealth." He spoke as he now stood in front of the coughing man, looking down at him. At this offer, bloody spit flew onto the man's delicate feet, Kahim coughing, chuckling weakly as he looked up to the man. "Go to hell Bankei…" Four of the man's hands formed into fists in rage. "How dare you…" Bankei spoke low and with quiet rage before his foot connected to Kahim's chin, knocking the man further away onto the tiles. "Take him away." Bankei looked at the man in disgust before he turned around to walk back to his throne, two guards coming up to take the dancer by his arms, pulling him back on his feet with Kahim groaning softly to bring him into the depths of the dungeon. Seemingly exhausted, Bankei let himself drop onto his well cushioned laying throne, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing in exhaustion. "Unbelievable." He sighed before looking over to one of his servants. "Prepare another selection. I am in need of a new dancer." @SirFüncelot

Zahabia hadn’t been sure what to expect when someone had offered him a place to stay in the realm of a god. He had expected some egomaniac of a monarch so full of himself that his own vanity leaked from his own behind, but he was most certainly surprised to find it to be a rather nice place. Maybe the use of gold was a bit excessive, but who wouldn’t want to flaunt the wealth they possessed? He could understand the intention, and at least it would make his efforts worthwhile. Even if this so-called god was almighty, he still expected to get paid for his services. Otherwise, he would be gone as soon as he had arrived. This space may provide him with safety, but if that was all it could offer him… He wouldn’t stay. Apparently his arrival had been urgent. Zahabia hadn’t been able to quite understand what had happened to his predecessor, but it seemed like a common occurrence for new dancer’s to arrive and get introduced to the master of this realm. Together with him, two others had arrived. All three of them were rushed to meet this strange, impatient entity as soon as possible. It had become evident that he had to compete for his position here. Whatever that meant. He felt sure that he would be the victor. The other two may have also been beautiful, stunning even, but he was confident he could outmatch them. There hadn’t been a man who met him and hadn’t been enchanted by his charm. A god would be no different. He made sure to look as presentable as possible, adjusting his clothing while waiting to finally get called into the room, too. The other two had gone in one after the other, and he was certain the adjacent room had to be the private chamber of this god or at least some other room used to conduct meetings or simply for mingling. And it wasn’t the room he was anxious about. He was sure even inside a stable he could perform just fine, but this being, this god made him anxious.

3:18 AM

He trusted in his abilities, but not knowing what awaited him made a feeling of uneasiness settle inside his stomach. He had heard tales of the gods. Some described them as ugly, wrathful beings without control, while others said them to be blindingly beautiful. He didn’t want to choose either of these options. Both seemed rather extreme. But it was too late to turn around now. And could he let such an opportunity just pass by? The stories he could tell. Dancing for a god and staying at his palace at least for a short period of time… It would certainly raise his reputation, even if no one believed him. His name was called out and one of the servants gestured for him to step forward. It finally was time. The two others hadn’t returned, but maybe they were just waiting in another room. Zahabia wasn’t able to think too much about it, instead taking a last deep breath. He readjusted his clothes and veil one last time before he stepped inside the other room. Gracefully he bowed his head, not yet daring to lay eyes upon the entity he hopefully would entertain for the next few weeks, maybe even months. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The selection of the dancers for him this time had been nothing special. Bankei watched the first two contestants bored, leaning his head onto one of his four hands on the side of his laying throne. The two contestants so far had been certainly beautiful, but something had been missing in their performances. Additionally, he watched the second contestant trip as he performed one of his elegant bows to the music that was played, the human falling onto the tiles with a small groan. Bankei just watched the man with boredom, yawning as he waved with one of his other hands lazily to get rid of this man. None of the two contestants had awoken his interest so far. He didn't have any high expectations for the last after the previous two. Bankei's eyes were immediately caught by this man in particular. He moved with elegance, grace even as he bowed forward, knowing best to not lay his eyes on the God yet as a sign of respect. "Begin." Bankei spoke, his eyes resting on the human as he waited for the music and the performance to begin. @SirFüncelot

Slowly, Zahabia raised his head, as the music picked up. He managed to only take a short glance at the man before him before whipped his head to the side and raised his arms, captivated by the music and determined to leave a lasting impression on the god before him. A rather stunning individual, judging by what he could see from the corner of his eyes. He only sneaked a few subtle glances during his performance, while he turned around or moved his head from one side to the other. His movements were fluid like water, and the long pieces of cloth seemed like an extension of his body, flowing around him like the colorful wings of a bird. With each step he took, the golden ornaments jiggled, making a quiet sound that harmonized with the melody around him. He gave it his all, showed his most complicated routine, creeping closer towards the imposing person on the throne with each careful planned step he took. Zahabia wasn’t sure how long it had been. It had felt like an eternity had passed, but at the same time it couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. He finally came to a halt as the music stopped. Only a few steps away from the base of the throne. He struck his final pose, raising his gaze over the edge of his veil and towards the mysterious figure. Finally taking in his appearance. He hadn’t noticed the additional arms or eyes until now. Only his stunning features. The dark hair and skin. He was a handsome individual, something he couldn’t say about many of the men he had worked before, so this would certainly be much better than most places he had been before. At least he wouldn’t have to pretend to find him attractive. That made everything a lot easier. He lowered himself down into a kneeling position, closing his eyes and quietly awaiting the gods' judgment of his performance. No matter how good he thought it had been, it wasn’t worth anything if he couldn’t convince him of his ability to keep him entertained.

8:16 AM

To limit this process to one single dance was a shame, after all he had much more to offer than this, but maybe this was all he wanted. A pretty human that danced for him. Zahabia would certainly not be the one to question the ways of the gods. Even he wasn’t willing to risk inquiring their wrath.

8:17 AM

@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Something about this human was special. Time seemed to slow down at the graceful movements of this man which were as elegant as flowing water. Combined with the silk this performance had been truly mesmerizing. Yet all this only showed on Bankei's face with his gaze always resting on this human, watching every move and twirl he did. The man himself was pretty himself, but not as pretty as Bankei deemed himself to be, for he was a God. After the performance was done, he watched the human sink down onto his knees silently, another sign of good manner. "My, aren't you a pretty one~" Bankei chuckled, shifting a little which made his jewelry softly jingle a bit. "What is your name human?" He asked, making their difference in power and status obvious but also granting the human permission to speak and look up. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia shifted slightly, raising his gaze until his eyes finally met the golden ones of the god, lingering for a second, before blinking. He couldn’t remember how long he had waited before, therefore not being able to judge if this was a good sign or if everyone had gone through this introductory process. He had wanted a clear answer, but it was still denied to him. Leaving him anxious and on edge, something he didn’t like. After the initial excitement of the dance had passed, it hit him like a wagon. With another deep breath, he tried to calm his nerves. He wouldn't let himself get intimidated this easily by whoever this was. He had done this a hundred times. He knew what to expect and what to do. He knew that he had the potential to persuade him with his abilities. After taking a final deep breath, he finally spoke up. Quietly and with elegance in his voice. "Zahabia. Zahabia ibn Amin al-Rasheed, but my family name won't mean much in your realm, master.", he bowed his head again with deference, patiently waiting for a response even though he couldn’t take it any longer. He wanted, no, demanded a clear answer right this instance to hopefully stop his uneasiness, making him able to relax again because he wasn't sure how long he could keep it hidden without making it too obvious that this situation was a bit out of his usual comfort zone. Their difference in power being much more drastic in comparison. Not just his strength but possibly also some godly might. Zahabia was sure that with a snap of his finger he could make it, so he ceased to exist. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The human seemed to be nervous, shifting under the God's golden gaze. His voice was delicate as he bowed again to state his name. Tho Bankei raised an eyebrow at the human's last words, a small grin forming on his face. "What a bold move of you to call me master already. I haven't even chosen you yet." He chuckled a little, clearly enjoying to let Zahabia in the unknown like this. "You must hold much confidence in your skills to make such a presumptuous assumption." Bankei's grin faded a little, his presence becoming a little colder as his four eyes looked down on him. @SirFüncelot

"If you had already chosen a dancer before me, there wouldn't have been a reason for me to perform. But I'm still here, and they are not.", Zahabia began, realizing too late that he was just making things worse with every word he spoke. He had already allowed himself a mistake by calling him master. It had been a force of habit, but apparently that was no way to address a moody god. If he could, he would roll his eyes and huff, but he wasn't willing to risk anything else. He had to take this opportunity and make the best of it. He didn’t want to leave yet. "Didn’t you like what you saw-", he asked, glad his veil hid the smirk that appeared on his face, before adding a last finishing touch: "master?" It would have been the best decision to just keep his mouth shut, but how could he let such an opportunity pass by? He was basically begging for it, judging by how his four golden eyes had been glued to him during his performance. It wasn't possible that he hadn’t liked it. Everyone did, even if they didn't want to admit it right away. Soon enough, even this god would come to this realization. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Although his gaze had grown colder, at the last addition of 'master' another grin formed on his lips before he burst out into laughter. It was a laughter that filled the whole room for a moment until he stopped to look back at the man in front of him. "You're an interesting one." Bankei chuckled a little after before growing a little more serious again. "Your dance was indeed up to my standards. You'll be given the honor to also entertain your new 'master' in the future." Bankei spoke, the small smirk remaining on his lips. Without a warning, he reached with one of his arms foreward to lift the humans chin up with a little more firm grip, seemingly studying the man as if he was a jewel, looked at from all sides. "But we will have to work on this dirty mouth of yours..." He noted, keeping the man's chin up before letting go. "A servant will bring you to your new room. You'll be given new outfits that suit my taste. I expect you to follow my calls and entertain me at tonight's dinner." Bankei explained, one of the servants appearing through one of the doors with a small bow, gesturing Zahabia to follow. @SirFüncelot

He was exactly like all the others. Maybe a bit different because he wasn't as aversed to his more mutinous streak. Zahabia would still honor his wish, though, trying to stay more tame if he preferred him that way. By now he was already used to it. No one had been able to stand his constant nagging. Some found it amusing, but certainly not too appealing. Zahabia returned his gaze, taking a closer look at his four eyes, noting the fifth one on his forehead that apparently remained closed the whole time. He couldn’t tell if it had a concrete reason, maybe it was injured or not able to open at all. He tried to not get lost in his thoughts, nodding instead, before bowing his head one last time. Slowly he got up and followed the servant out through the door. Finally able to take a deep breath and relax a bit. The hard part was over, now it was simply a matter of keeping the god entertained. And making the best out of it. Hearing about the outfits had made him excited. It was one of the best parts about arriving at a new place. Everyone had a different taste that revealed a lot about them. But he enjoyed the expensive silks and fabrics as well as the jewels too. They made him feel even more beautiful. Even when they didn't quite match his taste. But he had to see them first before he would judge. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The servant guided the man into his chambers. It was a rather luxurious space, open with silk draped beneath the sealing, a seating area, some pillows and a large bed. There was also a table with a large mirror on it and besides that, a closet filled with different outfits and a chest filled with all sorts of jewelry reaching from body chains that connected to nipple piercings, earrings, wristbands, rings and more. "Please prepare yourself and return to the previous chambers in 30 minutes." The servant made a little bow before disappearing behind the closed door. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia nodded absentmindedly, already taken aback by the luxurious furnishings the room had to offer. He took a moment to look around, to touch the soft bed and admire himself in the mirror. It was nice. He wouldn't mind staying here. As for the clothes... He took a few pieces out of the closet, inspecting them more closely. They were beautiful and well-made, soft to the touch and adorned with many more jewelry pieces than he could count, but they also didn't leave much room for imagination. Certainly, some men preferred it that way, but it wasn't really his style. He didn't mind showing a bit of his skin, revealing more if it seemed appropriate but with this... He was basically already naked. It barely covered his chest and lower body regions, but he hadn't time to complain. He had to get ready. He didn't have time. Accepting his fate of walking around mostly naked for the next few months, he looked a bit more thoroughly through the outfits available, finally settling on a dark green one that covered his chest for the most part and at least had some sheer silk sleeves and pant legs. It made him feel less naked, and he hadn't wanted to reveal everything of him during this first official dance. He needed other options for the future, and with the sheer volume of clothes it was nearly impossible that he had to wear anything twice. Zahabia decided to add a few more pieces of jewelry, even though the outfit itself was already well decorated enough with golden chains and small golden trinkets that jingled when he moved. It just didn't feel right to let these things go to waste, even when in the end he only settled on a pair of earrings and wristbands. It looked quite well together, and he spent a short while admiring himself again in the mirror.

7:26 AM

Nearly forgetting about the urgency of his arrival. He wouldn't want to anger him right away. Not after already risking everything before. So he rushed out, doing his best to find his way back to the chamber, struggling a bit with the repeating gold decor and deciding if this really was the right way or not. Without a servant in sight, he struggled a bit on his own, taking a while to find the room. He hoped he was still on time and hadn't let his new master wait too long already. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The room that Zahabia would enter would now be filled with, besides the laying throne, pillows, carpets and plates of food stacked on lower tables. Oil lamps in the corners of the room and above their heads gave it an almost magical atmosphere. In the center of it all was ofc Bankei, laughing and chatting with a few of the people that surrounded him. All of them seemed to be dressed well, showing that they were part of his sort of court. Servants covered in elegant silks wandered around to refill the golden cups, faces covered by a veil. Laying on his side, Bankei seemed entertained, but internally he was incredibly bored. He was eagerly waiting for this new dancer that he surprisingly couldn't get his mind off. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia pushed open the door, taking in the atmosphere and getting a feel for the room. The first thing he noticed was the man laying in the center of the room, surrounded by other people. They seemed human, but he wouldn't be able to tell either way. With quick steps, he walked across the room, swaying his hips in the process, before taking a seat right next to the throne. "Master, sorry I kept you waiting.", he bowed his head in apology, placing his hands on his legs and waiting for another command from him. After all, he had wanted him to be more manageable and tame, so he wouldn't try to initiate anything if he didn't want him to. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite his fun and outgoing demeanor towards the humans around him, Bankei was bored on the inside, longing for something truly entertaining. His gaze immediately settled on his new dancer when Zahabia entered the room in one of his provided outfits. It made this man even more beautiful and even more enticing than before. He let the human take place besides him, his eyes scanning the humans features up and down as he got on his knees in front of him. "This outfit suits you well." He noted. "How about a little demonstration of your talent? I think everyone here is in need of some good entertainment." Bankei chuckled, looking into the round of people who all seemed to stare at the new dancer. @SirFüncelot

He blushed slightly at the compliment he received, smiling to himself. He was pleased with the outcome and that he had managed to make himself look good in the clothes he had been given. Not that it had been hard. He would have looked good no matter what he would have chosen, but that he had managed to pull something off that he didn't mind wearing, and his new master didn't mind seeing him in, was even better. Zahabia would have hated it if he had chosen something the god would have despised. "As you wish, master.", with another bow of his head, he raised to his feet again. Lightly stepping around the pillows and towards the center of the group, so everyone could get a chance to see him. He felt their eyes on him, but he didn't care about them. He only cared about the man right in front of him, fixating him with his gaze intensely while he raised his arms above his head and started the first moves, gracefully flowing across the tight space, giving each and every one of them a good look at him. His attention remained on his master, though, keeping a close eye on whether he enjoyed what he saw or wanted something else. For a man that wanted to be entertained and excited, his request for a rather obedient new dancer had seemed odd. But if that was what he liked... He would conform with his wishes and give him what he wanted. Dances for as long as his heart desired ton entertain his guests. It wouldn't be the first time... @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

His eyes rested on Zahabia as he moved into the middle of the table to start his rhythmic movements to the music. He felt the man's gaze resting on him, feeling how he studied his face to watch for any given reaction. Bankei knew this gaze too well. Many of his dancers had looked at him this way but with Zahabia it somehow felt different. One thing made Bankei think tho. As much as he felt himself drawn in by Zahabias dance, something inside him had hoped for the human to have a little more bite like he had proved before, but seeing this human just obey his wishes without a second word kind of bored him in a sense. It made him nothing special besides his talent for dancing and this weird feeling in his chest that didn't seem to go away. So he watched Zahabia continuing his dance, but despite the little sense of boredom, the look on his face remained. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia noted that the man didn't seem as delighted as the other people seemed. He kept up a smile for appearances, but it was unmoving, like someone had glued it onto his face to please those around him. The others didn't mind, maybe they didn't even notice, but he also wasn't sure if they were guests here on their own accord or if they were like him. Hired and paid to keep this god company. It was hard to say without knowing anything else about this place, and right now certainly wasn't the time to think too hard about this. Zahabia didn't know much about politics anyway. Even when he had the time, he wouldn't be able to make sense of this. He danced while an idea slowly crept into his mind and finally took root. This man hadn't minded his rebellious streak as the others did. He had put him into his place, but nothing more than a small warning, if he even could call it that. It had felt rather mind. So he wouldn't mind if Zahabia would play this obedient role with a few more latitudes. Maybe this would get the man's attention and pull it towards him again. Zahabia didn't like it when his masters didn't give him their whole attention like he deserved. He didn't like sharing. The musicians played the last notes of the current song, while he struck his final pose, facing towards the four-armed man lazily lounging on his throne. He fixated his four eyes with his, stared at him for a few moments, as if he was trying to say something to him with his gaze alone. But as soon as the music started again, he turned away, not deigning to look at him again. The piece had grown slower, more sensual, and with the sway of his hips he walked towards the group of other men and women sitting around, being more appreciative of his talents, than his so-called master. Zahabia turned his full attention towards them, ignoring the man behind his back.

8:11 AM

He hoped that he could tickle a bit of jealousy or some other emotion besides a false smile and boredom out of him. He would have to see how far he could go before the other would lose his mind and demand, that he returned to his side, right this instant. He was excited by the thought of how far he could take this. Would he even care at all? Would he mind sharing his talents this early on? Or would he already become possessive of him? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei continued to watch his dancer for longer, taking a golden cup with wine that was offered to him, taking a small sip before he stopped, his attention now seemingly caught by Zahabia's look. A little smirk seemed to grow on Bankei's lips at the view before Zahabia suddenly turned away to entertain a few other guests. It caught Bankei a little by surprise after the dancers obedient and seemingly pleasing behavior, his grin dropping for a split second as the women that Zahabia was currently entertaining, started to giggle. Something inside Bankei seemed to twist a little. Was it jealousy? Usually he was the center of attention, just how he liked it, but with Zahabia shifting his attention away from him now it set him at unease. With his jaw clenched he took another sip, glaring over to the human who would be able to feel his look in his neck. Bankei hesitated to say anything yet, not wanting to cause a big fuss. If the dancer wanted his attention, he would give it to him. It appeared as if this dancer was more interesting then he thought. @SirFüncelot

A satisfied smile crossed his lips as he felt the burning gaze at the back of his neck. Two pairs of eyes staring intently at him, making him want to turn around as soon as possible. Zahabia forced himself to resist the urge. He knew who was fixating him. He had wanted this to happen. This was exactly what he wanted to achieve. Or at least a first step towards it. It would probably take a bit more than simply ignoring him for a few minutes to make him furious. Right now, his master would probably just feel a bit annoyed because he wasn't the center of attention anymore, like he was used to. Zahabia's dance brought him closer to the guest's. One woman in particular had grabbed his attention because she seemed more outspoken than the others, who still had some decencies left. Maybe she had just a bit too much wine, or this was simple who she was. He didn't mind getting closer to her, letting her touch him. First she just brushed her fingers against the loose pieces of fabric that swayed with every one of his moves, but as he started to turn around in front of her, she grew bolder, placing her hands on the more exposed parts of his skin. He didn't mind the touches felt nice, and at least right now they still seemed more than appropriate. It hadn't turned into groping yet, and could still be played down by stating that she simply was admiring the craftsmanship of the garments he wore. Still, he could hear the gasps around them. Their host probably wasn't too excited, seeing how his guests received more attention from his personal dancer than he himself did. But that had been the plan all along. Even while turning around, Zahabia made sure to keep his head held high and deliberately avoided the gaze of the four golden eyes. He spun around, taking one step back and bowing down towards the woman. He placed one of his own hands on her cheek, lightly caressing her skin and smiling at her gently, before Zahabia moved to the man next to her.

9:49 AM

He repeated the procedure, grabbing the man's attention with the movements of his body, discarding everyone around them and enchanting him, hoping for more than just the constant staring he felt at his back. Something had to make him lose his composure. But maybe he didn't mind this as much as he had thought? Should he switch plans? But what else was there? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei had been able to restrain himself for the time Zahabia had been dancing for his guests with a certain distance between them. But now that he saw how the dancer shifted his strategy how to entertain his guests, Bankei's gaze grew colder while he heard people around him gasp. They seemed to know well what happened to a dancer that didn't gave Bankei their full attention. Bankei watched Zahabia dance a little further but he felt something inside him snap as the dancer went over to another man. With his four eyed stare piercing through the human, Bankei reached out with one of his hands as if he wanted to pull something out of the air. At first there was nothing, but then seemingly out of light, a bright golden glowing chain manifested out of the air along with a glowing ornamented collar forming around Zahabias neck. Now that Bankei had the man in his grasp he yanked on the chain, pulling Zahabia him close to himself the human having no way to escape him. Bankei would give the chain an extra tug at the end that would make Zahabia kneel in front of his throne. "Where do you think you're going? Do I have to remind you to whom you belong and who you're supposed to entertain?" Bankei said in a warning tone, almost like a deep growl trying to restrain his anger. He kept the human close by the chain on the collar, the rest of it being held split up between two of his free arms on his side as his four golden eyes looked down at the human. Although Bankei was pissed about Zahabia's actions, he kind of enjoyed it to not have another blindly obedient dancer from the start. He preferred to break them. It was way more entertaining. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had been absorbed in the task before him. Feeling the eyes on him and nearly drowning in the attention he received. He had meant to revel in it more, as he felt something tighten around his neck. It wasn't chocking him, but it certainly was unpleasant, making him stop halfway through his performance, grabbing the strange device around his neck, trying to understand what exactly was happening. He didn't come far, only lightly touching the strange collar he had been shackled with while seeing the other guests move further away from him. The next thing he felt was a strong pull that dragged him to the ground. He stumbled, following as best as he could, but in the end he fell to the ground kneeling in front of the throne. He gasped for air, listening to what he had to say. Chastising himself to not pull on the collar, instead digging his fingers into the fabric of his pants. The tight pull on the chain made him look upwards, finally meeting his golden eyes again that looked at him with fury. Three of his arms held the chain attached to his neck. There was no way for him to escape, even if he tried and got very lucky. If he could just do this to him, by whatever means of godly power he possessed, it was useless. He never could escape. And this hadn't been what Zahabia had wanted. He had expected him to call for him, command him to return, maybe scream a bit in anger, but certainly he hadn't expected to get leashed like a rabid dog before getting put in his place. Zahabia held the eye contact, shooting his own fiery glare towards him, displeased by getting chained. "Isn't it my duty to entertain your guests, master? Isn't it my purpose to make them happy and feel content while in your presence?", he answered with a neutral tone, looking up at him, unable to decide which pair of eyes to focus on. Could he see through them both at the same time? How did that work? "Or did you want to keep me all to yourself, master? If so, you should have told me.

12:03 PM

I would have stayed by your side like the obedient little human you want me to be.", he added, observing his face carefully. Something else came to him to mind and by using the tight pull hist master was using to keep him near, he simply moved even more into his direction. Leaning in closer, to quietly whisper something, only for him to hear. "But is that really what you want? Weren't you bored out of your mind just a few minutes ago before I started all of this? Should I really be a good, obedient boy that listens to every word you say? I can certainly do that, if that's really what you want.", Zahabia reached up with one of his hands, placing is against his chest. For a split second, he had thought about laying it on his hand instead to maybe let go of the chain, but that probably wouldn't happen, and he didn't want him to know how much he hated to be at his mercy like this. It made him feel even smaller and weaker than before. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Listening to his little servant speak made his gaze grew even colder, yet the snarky grin grew even wider, chuckling a little after the man bowed in even closer, even laying his hand on his muscular chest. As a response, Bankei yanked his collar higher into the air to make the boy ring for little air a little, to let him feel the power of his chains and the control Bankei had over him. "You are a brave one, speaking up to your master just like that." He pulled Zahabia a little closer, keeping the man's neck still up to whisper his words towards his ear, almost into the crook of his neck while remaining his laid back sideways posture on the throne. "Stop being a little whore for my guests and keep your hands to yourself unless you're entertaining me, do you understand?" He spoke before his grin grew a little wider before he whispered only for him to hear: "Or do I have to break you first? I would certainly enjoy to do so~" With those words Bankei finally let Zahabia drop back onto his knees in front of the throne, raising his chin a little as he stared this man down with a confident, even cocky smirk. A part of him was relieved that this man seemed to be different and smart afterall, trying to adapt himself as best to his masters wishes as he could to survive. "Go on then. Entertain your master~" his grin grew wider as he gave Zahabia more room on the rattling chain, waiting for his new pet to entertain him. @SirFüncelot

He noted the shift in his expression, already preparing for the worst, after speaking out-of-place like this. The sudden pull at the chain still came unexpectedly, pulling him off the ground and up into the air. Zahabia had to grab the collar for at least some sort of support, while he gasped for air. The man lifted him effortlessly and probably would be able to hold him up like this for a long time without even breaking a sweat. His shallow breathing quickened as he was pulled towards the man. The hairs at the back of his neck raised themselves as he felt his warm breath on his skin. He simply nodded, not daring to risk any more trouble for the time being. At least not while being held aloft in the air by a strange chain made from gold. Zahabia tried his best to seem unfazed by this whole ordeal. He didn't want to appear frightened, even though he was. This man could snap him like a twig if he wanted to, but his disobedience also amused him. Did he have to walk the fine line between keeping him on edge while also not annoying him too much, so he wouldn't regret it in the end? At least it would be a challenge... A deadly one if he wasn't careful enough, but it would keep him from getting bored by this place too soon. He was glad to finally be able to catch his breath as soon as he hit the floor. He didn't care how rude it had been to just drop him and how it made his knees and legs hurt. Taking deep breaths seemed a lot more important at the moment. It took a few moments for Zahabia to regain his composure, but he got up and dusted off his pants before moving towards the throne with graceful steps as if nothing had happened. Again he leaned in close, whispering to him with his still raspy voice. "As long as my hands stay on you, you're fine with it, master?", he asked with a sly smile while placing a provocative hand on his shoulder, as if he wanted to prove a point.

8:44 AM

He could try breaking him, but he would give up before he even came close to making him lose his fighting spirit. Nothing he could do would make him lose his bite, no matter how often he put him in chains or pushed him around. "I do have other talents besides dancing, and I can't promise your guest won't get enchanted by me again. They seem much more pleased by my performance than you do, master. You simply stare. Or do you really mind it that much when my whole attention isn't focused on you?", he poked and teased further, coming closer again. Their noses nearly touched while Zahabia held his gaze. Prepared to get pulled away again any moment, considering how he must rub him the wrong way again by now. "I can stay close to you, master. You don't have to share me if you don't want to, master. But you have to keep up. I grow bored too, master.", he added, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose before moving farther away again, to finally do as he was asked. Or at least try to. He wasn't sure if this had taken it too far. It certainly was possible and could probably lead to him making his threats come true. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

His grin dropped once his little dancer put his hand on his muscular shoulder, teasing him further and further by leaning in close, whispering his own demand of attention while also wanting to reassure his obedience. Whispers and gasps could be heard at Zahabias outright scandalous kiss on his masters tips. They all knew that this would mean the dancers end. Bankei's eyes widened only lightly out of a mild shock that this man had actually dared to not even just touch, but also to give him such a ridiculous kiss. When Zahabia backed off again to continue his performance, Bankei had enough. This time he slowly sat up right with opened legs bowed forward, arms resting on his legs before again, yanking forceful on the chain that he still held with three of his arms, pulling the human back to face him. "Do you really think you can just tease your master like that and get away with it? You really are a little whore arent you~" he spoke, leaning in close to the human that would've been brought back on his knees again but even pulled up by Bankeis golden chain, would be able to remain barely on his knees. With his four eyes, Bankei stared Zahabia down, his golden gaze filled with a quiet rage, but also a glint of amusement and something else... "You're right, I don't want to share you, because you belong to me." He spoke his last words pressed through his teeth, giving the chain an extra pull upwards. With a snap of the God's finger, the room around them seemed to twist in one blurry stream of gold, the whispers of the people growing more and more distant until it stopped. With his powers, Bankei had moved him and his little dancer into a different room.

12:11 PM

The God now leaned lazily back against his couch, ornaments and chains on his own body making soft jingling sounds as he lifted his right leg, stepping over the golden chain to forcefully pull the human's cheek down onto the god's opened inner thigh. "If you are so bored Iet's find out what other ways there are for you to entertain your new master." The cocky grin from earlier had returned once more to Bankei's face as he saw his pretty little dancer all helpless like this. "Come on. Let's occupy that little mouth of yours." He ordered him, urging him foreward a little. He couldn't wait to break his new little toy. @SirFüncelot

The constant chain pulling was starting to get on his nerves, but he probably had to accredit himself and his loose mouth for that. If he just had kept it shut, he wouldn't be here right now. Zahabia knelt between his legs, feeling dizzy because of whatever he had done to him. He wasn't sure what had happened. One moment he was in the celebratory hall and the next he was here, in a private, much smaller room. Not that he complained. As soon as he had pulled him back and looked down at him with this glint in his eyes, Zahabia had imagined him ordering to this right then and there. He was glad for the little bit of privacy they had here. And that, apparently, the god's understanding of "breaking him", didn't involve any sort of violence. At least at the moment, it didn't seem like it did. "Are you already tired of me talking back to you, that you need to keep me from speaking, master?", he asked curiously with a cheeky tone in his voice, rubbing his cheek against his thigh while looking up at him with wide eyes. It has taken a moment to shake the strange feeling of shifting position this fast, but now he felt much better and up to whatever was demanded of him. Zahabia would obey to the best of his ability, but that didn't mean he wouldn't also have his fun. And teasing this man was fun indeed. His empty threats hadn't discouraged him yet from continuing his childish games. Zahabia kept his face resting on his thigh, relaxing a bit by just looking up at him. He raised one of his hands, brushing it against the inside of the leg across from him, dragging his fingers across his skin agonizingly slow. They traveled up his leg further and further, feeling the soft fabric of his pants under his fingertips. He smiled up at him, already expecting a disgruntled comment because of how much time he was taking, but he certainly wouldn't make this fast. Not when he could drag it out a bit or surprise him when he let his guard down.

7:06 PM

Before the god had the chance to order him around again, he simply moved his hand further along with one swift motion. Letting his palm rest on his bulge, his fingers brushed around it, feeling for its outline. It didn't take long for his other hand to join in on the fun. While one continued to touch him through the thin silken fabric, the other made quick work of the strings that kept his pants tied at the waist. Soon, allowing him to pull them down a bit to free his half hard cock and taking a closer look at it. While he had remained almost bored looking the entire time, resting his head on his master's leg, he finally moved again. Raising his head and moving closer and finally breaking eye contact. Instead, he remained fixated on his erection. One of his hands started stroking it, trying to pass the time, while he fumbled with his face veil. Zahabia had contemplated if just holding it up would do the trick, but it probably would just get in the way. Besides, he wanted his master to get a good view and not be disappointed in him. He would get more than enough opportunities to get mad at him soon enough. This shouldn't be one of them. Discarding the piece of fabric without a second thought, he put both hands around the base of his cock, holding it in place while he moved his face closer to it. Zahabia's smile widened as he pressed another kiss onto his tip, like he had done just a few minutes ago with his nose. While his hands started caressing the base of his cock, Zahabia licked across the tip, slowly moving towards its underside. He didn't feel like taking it into his mouth just yet, more excited by the thought of what the god would do should Zahabia continue with the teasing. Would he command him to do so, or simply grab a fistful of hair and force him like that? After everything that had already transpired, he should probably be a little more cautious and forgiving, obeying his demands. But where would the fun be in that? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei only sneered at his servants comment, watching his fingers glide over his pants before touching his buldge. He knew that Zahabia was taking his time to edge him even further, always remaining in eye contact to him. He was truly brave, basically begging to be broken. Only when the dancer had pulled the fabric down to his pants it revealed his half erect large member, waiting to be treated more. Bankei couldn't deny that his little toy was certainly not a boring side, especially once he took the veil off his face, revealing his expressions fully as he went for it, but only placing a single teasing kiss on the tip. A small groan escaped Bankeis lips as Zahabias tongue moved over the tip, his cock twitching lightly in anticipation. The God wanted more. Zahabia was toying with him and his already worn out thin string of patience. "What's that face you're making? Don't tell me you're bored." Bankei scoffed before he decided that he had enough. "This face doesn't look good on you. Here, let me help you." Suddenly, one of his hands grabbed the dancer's long hair, taking his head and just as he was licking over his tip once more with his mouth open wide. Bankei pulled his head down, his cock shoving into the man's throat without a warning or time for Zahabia to adjust to the huge size of his cock. The god groaned lightly at the feel of this man's throat closing around his cock, a cocky grin on his face as he waited for the dancer's reaction. @SirFüncelot

Their definition of 'help' varied drastically, because his master's kind of help left him choking for air. Zahabia had meant to take his time after seeing how large his member was, not daring to force anything while he wasn't ready yet. Not just to spare himself the pain, but also to make it more enjoyable for them both. Apparently that wasn't an option. Or he had teased too much again and lost his chance to do so. Some day this would end badly for him if he wasn't careful. He should certainly have realized by now that this man was impatient and didn't appreciate his snarky comebacks or his taunting. He should know better by now, and maybe this would be the final lesson to make him realize to keep himself better in check. Not that he could really control that. Sometimes it just happened. Especially if it was basically handed to him on a platter. His eyes watered, and Zahabia was unable to pull back because of the strong hand that still gripped the back of his head tightly. He tried his best to calm down and breath through his nose. This wasn't the right moment for any amount of panic. It would just amuse the god more. This was his own fault, so he had to deal with it. He just hoped his master would at least allow him this short moment to get used to the strange and new feeling inside his mouth. Zahabia was sure he would start to gag if he began moving, but he that probably wouldn't make a difference in the eyes of his new master. He wouldn't care. The only thing he seemed to want right now was to get taken care off and to not hear any more banter from him. Which, with regard to the position he was in right now, was impossible anyway. There were still some tears left in the corners of his eyes, but Zahabia felt like he wouldn't be given much more time to relax. He had work to do and probably for the first time today, he simply obeyed, not really in the mood anymore to test his luck.

9:37 AM

Slowly he began bobbing his head, moving back as much as he could to stop himself from gagging. He certainly wouldn't try to take all of him inside his mouth unless he was forced down again. He would try his best, but this simply wasn't possible. He used his hands instead for the part he couldn't reach, near the base of his cock, stroking it in unison with the bobbing of his head. Zahabia's tongue swirled around the tip, licking the soft flesh with each thrust down. By this point, he was simply trying to get him off as fast as possible. The whole situation had kind of lost its appeal. He had been pushed around enough for today. Just hoping that it wouldn't drag out too long. But seeing how eager and vocal he already seemed, that probably wouldn't be a problem. Unless he wouldn't be satisfied by just this...

9:37 AM

@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei kept his hand in the dancers hair, watching him take it all before slowly beginning to bob his head up and down to get to work. Leaning back and putting his arms over the couch, he could feel the pleasure start to built up as his cock grew rock hard and even gained more in size at his erection. His breath began to shake a little as Bankei leaned his head back, letting out a small groan before his eyes fixing again on Zahabia. "Now that's the face I want to see." He chuckled as he gave Zahabia a grin before another groan spilled from his lips, his hand staying on the back of his head but not forcing it in again, but more letting his fingers run through the hair, almost massaging it a little. "It looks good on you." He added, not really knowing why he said that, but Zahabia was certainly a sight as he did his work. Further deep groans escaped from the gods lips, certainly enjoying his dancers work. "That's right. Keep going." Zahabia's tongue felt truly marvelous. It was obvious that this dancer certainly had some experience before. Bankei wondered what else this man would be able to take... @SirFüncelot

As much as Zahabia disliked it, the praises he received made him feel a bit better. Much more valued than he had before. After all the mistakes he had allowed himself today already, he still managed to do something right. Even if it was something as vulgar as this. It encouraged him to try even harder, to maybe receive another praise or head pat in return. As strange as that may seem, Zahabia did enjoy it, even nearly forgetting how rudely he had been pushed down just a few moments ago and how he had wanted to retaliate because of that. He didn't. Keeping his mouth shut, or in this case open but occupied with other things. Eagerly, he picked up the pace, gazing upwards to meet the god's eyes. Searching for a sign of approval somewhere between his arousal and satisfaction. He tried not to look too obviously at him with pleading eyes, hoping to get a few more words out of him, if he just kept on pleasuring him as best as he could. As good as it had felt teasing him, knowing that his work was appreciated, felt good too. He usually liked getting showered in valuables more, because Zahabia could keep those for a much longer period of time, but for the time being he would consider himself content with what he could get his hands on. Even if that were just some merely words, without any real meaning and mostly the result of unbridled lust. Zahabia could taste the precum on his tongue for a while now. Mixing with the drool from his mouth and running down his chin. It gathered somewhere on his pants, leaving it sticky and glued to his skin, but he didn't really care. If the man liked what he saw, he would certainly agree with this too. And as for the outfit... He had more than enough to choose from, and they probably would all end up like this sooner or later. The taste wasn't as unpleasant as he had expected, but he also wasn't quite sure what to expect from a god in general. Should it taste better or worse than usually?

5:13 AM

Should he even think about that part? He decided not to, not daring to lose focus again and slack off. Instead, grabbing the base of his cock a bit tighter, moving one hand further down to also touch his balls, massaging them with the same rhythm as the bobbing of his head. Keeping a close eye on his reactions, trying to figure out what he liked best, to give him more of that. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God felt how his few simple words seemed to spark even more eagerness in his actions, feeling how Zahabia increased his pace. He felt the man's eyes resting on him, even if Bankei wasn't looking at him. "Mmm fuck yes... that's it..." Bankei groaned, letting his free hand glide through his hair to brush a few strings of his long black hair back. His eyes only settled back on the human after he felt the dancers hands playing with his balls, massaging them to his bobbing rhythm, but besides the pleasure the God was experiencing, he didn't like the other sensation at all. "Get your hands off my balls." He glanced down at him with a warning glance, but deciding not to interrupt this time and to let him continue his work. He was too far on edge to just let Zahabia stop. Afterall, the rest of his work wasn't as bad in Bankeis eyes as much as he didn't want to admit it. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia grimaced around the cock in his mouth. Who didn't like getting his balls touched? He was a weird one after all, but he wanted to play nice, yielding to his request and removing his curious hand from his balls. He brushed it instead against the flesh of his thighs and touched the exposed parts of his lower belly he could reach. Feeling his muscles tighten and relax with each and every move of his. He hoped this would be alright, and he wasn't against Zahabia touching him in general besides where he needed it most because that certainly would make things less interesting. His jaw was slowly starting to hurt. This had been dragging on for quite some time, even though he thought he was doing a good job, it didn't seem to be enough to bring the god over the edge. It wasn't helpful to know that he seemingly enjoyed everything he did as long as he kept his hands far away from his balls, so there wasn't really anything specific he could do to increase his pleasure intake. Unless... Zahabia moved his mouth further back, making it seem like he was about to pull off of it completely before settling at the most sensitive part, his tip, while both of his hand grabbed the shaft again. His thumbs rubbed against the underside of his erection with every move, mirroring what his tongue had done just moments ago, while it flicked across the uppermost part, licking away the taste of precum. Like this his jaw could take a short break and if it still wouldn't be enough to get him off he would try taking him deeper again. According to how he had been pushed down before, that may be something the god enjoyed more than other things. For the time being he settled on sucking and massaging though, again watching carefully for a shift in his demeanor in case he was planning to do something unexpected again.

5:40 PM

Not that he would be able to fully prepare for that in case it did happen, but it was nice seeing how he came undone beneath him. An almighty god slowly turning into a mess just because of him. His eyes half open, and filled with lust. This shouldn't take too long anymore. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The way Zahabia hands wandered along the God's inner thighs and lower abdomen send small shivers of pleasure down Bankei's spine. Slowly he could feel the pressure inside him grow, his cock twitching eagerly as his release got closer and closer. For a moment he was slightly confused why Zahabia had been pulling him out, but the moment he started to suckle on his tip along with massaging the underside of his cock with applying a certain pressure, it made Bankei exhale in a quiver, another deep groan escaping from his lips as he slowly started to lower his composure. "Mmmm fuck that's it..." He groaned, his hand still resting on the man's head, tugging on his hair a little, but he couldn't help but buck his hips a little deeper into the man's mouth. His breath began to grow hotter and heavy, feeling how he was close to his sweet release, the pressure inside him becoming slowly unbearable. "Fuck I'm close... take it all again..." He groaned, not being able to wait for the dancers reaction and bucking his hips to push his throbbing member deeper into Zahabias throat again, keeping the human's head in place by his hair. "Here it comes... hah~" Bankei groaned deeply, breath quickening at the buildup. After a few more a little more intense thrusts down the man's throat, the last thrust made his cock throb heavily it burst with his hot load, running down Zahabia's throat. The God's hips arched as the climax hit him along with the sweet release. "Swallow it..." Bankei's panted lighty before his words grew into a faint chuckle, a grin on his lips audible. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia noted the man's groaning as well as the tugging at the back of his head, before he began to move his hips on his own, thrusting his cock deeper into his mouth. At least this time he had a verbal warning as well as a bit of time to prepare himself. It was clear that he was growing close to his climax and probably wouldn’t let him pull away to maybe just hit his mouth and face that way. No, it was quite clear what his intention was, and Zahabia had obliged on his own. If he had the time for that, because before he even could react and move further down again by himself, he felt the grip in his hair tighten. At least he did warn him this time around, giving Zahabia a bit of time to prepare himself and not choke on his dick again, as he shot ropes of cum down his throat. Taking the thrusts and the cum as best as he could, letting the man ride out his orgasm in piece, helping him through it to the best of his abilities. Mostly with the touching of his hands because he wasn't really able to move his head while it was held in place like this. Certainly this was much better than before. Still a bit uncomfortable and Zahabia would have liked it better if he had reached this point on his own somehow, but he couldn’t change that any more right now. He simply could take what he was handed and make the best out of it. Zahabia wasn't sure how long he had stayed like this. A few seconds, a minute at most. He had taken the time to study his features. How he closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. How his mouth was left agape a bit. How the muscles in his arms flexed while he gripped the back of the couch tighter. Again he realized how aesthetically pleasing he was to look at, even in a moment like this. He wouldn't dare call him handsome or beautiful because they wouldn't describe him. He was good to look at, attractive even, but nothing more than that.

4:53 AM

No, they had a work relationship anyway. Zahabia made himself lose these thoughts really fast. With a slight slurping noise, he pulled away, doing as he was told and swallowing the rest of his cum, before wiping anything that had escaped his mouth and run down his chin with the back of his hand. He cleaned his hand to the best of his ability too before readjusting his seating position and looking up at his master again. Wide-eyed and at least a bit expectantly. For a short while, he reevaluated if he dared to speak again, but he just told himself that he would be a bit more careful with what he said. "Are you satisfied by my performance, master?", he asked with maybe a slight hint of cheekiness in his voice buy nothing more than that. Obediently, he stayed where he was, only directing his gaze up towards him and expecting some kind of approval. He had to have liked it. He just came inside his mouth. If that wasn't enough of a sign, he wasn't sure what else would be. Still, he wanted him to say it again. Maybe stroke his head again or something. He wasn’t too sure what exactly he wanted. Maybe he would be fine with no answer, either. Or another order. Because right now he wasn't too sure what to do. Should he leave? Should he continue? Zahabia decided that waiting would probably be his best option. If there was anything else the man wanted him to do, he would certainly tell him so. Maybe the guests needed some more entertainment, or he liked to take his new playthings with him. Some enjoyed the company, even when sexual favors weren't always involved. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Slowly he came down from his high, feeling how Bankei did as he was told and swallowed everything like a good little pet. After he was done coming, the God had removed his hand from his hand once the feel eased more and more, letting Zahabia pull out and tidy himself up a little. His pleading eyes were adorable. He was needy for the God's attention like everybody else. But something about him was still different. At the human's words, Bankei lifted his head back off the back of his couch to look at the human, the look on his face making the God chuckle a little at this sight. "With such a talented little mouth of yours it would be a waste for me to only watch your pretty little hips as a dancer." He noted with a small grin, one of his four hands reaching forward to inspect his face from all sides. "I think I'll keep you as one of my personal servants. My pretty little jewel..." He had now bowed forward, almost whispering, his four golden eyes staring into his his. Suddenly then, Bankei pulled back again, letting go of the man's chin as he stood up, all the soft flowy fabric covering his lower parts once more. "You are going to stay by my side at all times, you will jump when I call you and you will bring me what I demand. Simple enough isn't it?" He gave the human another cocky grin before with an audible snap, the chain that he'd held in two of his hands, suddenly disappeared. The collar around Bankei's neck remained only for a moment before it seemed to sink deeper into Zahabia's neck until it suddenly vanished in a short blast of light. Only a delicate pattern around Zahabias neck remained now, curling around his neck like a golden bracelet embedded in skin as a tattoo. "Now go. You will feel when I call you." Bankei hushed him away with a hand as he went to one of the few doors to take his own leave towards his private chambers.

11:42 AM

Two of the golden guards came in through the entrance doors, empty golden armors fueled by the God's magic to escort Zahabia back to his chambers. @SirFüncelot

Personal servant? Zahabia could not prevent himself from raising one of his eyebrows at that comment. That sounded like he had to serve him, probably in more ways than one, which wouldn’t be a problem by itself, but he feared that it went far beyond his abilities. He had offered fruit to guests on various occasions, but besides that, he had mostly been a dancer. He had no idea what exactly it was a servant did and if that was expected of him. But if the man called for him when needed, it seemed like he would still receive orders. Zahabia just hoped it wasn’t something as complicated as cooking or cleaning. He had no idea how to do that, but as long as his master just wanted Zahabia to keep him company or keep doing things like he had done right now, he would most certainly be fine. One thing he wasn’t fine with were the chain and collar. Zahabia’s joy was visible as he felt the tugging of the chain and the strange tightness around his throat disappear. He nearly started beaming with happiness at the thought of finally being free again, but before the feeling even was able to settle, it was replaced by a new, even stranger one. It didn’t feel like the collar had done before, at least not in the same heavy metallic way, and touching his neck revealed nothing to be there. Still, it felt like something had snaked its way around his throat, only tightening a bit. Not enough to choke him, but at least for the time being, leaving him in an uncomfortable position. He didn’t like it, and Zahabia would have preferred the collar over whatever this was any day. At least he could have tried to get it off of himself. But this… It was so strange that he didn’t even understand it fully. He had thought about a snarky comeback but didn’t dare to say anything, only slowly nodding, shooting an angry glare towards the god as soon as he had turned his back towards him.

5:22 PM

Zahabia got up, readjusting his own clothes, before he left through the door with the two strange golden suits of armor to his left and right. He had seen a few of them as he arrived, as well as next to the doors to the banquet hall, but with how stiff they moved and how little they paid attention to him, he had a feeling that either they were some type of elite soldiers, trained for absolute obedience, or they were also one of the gods strange magic tricks. But he wasn’t too keen on finding out what exactly they were. He was too exhausted for that, only really wanting to relax and rest until Zahabia was called upon again. Which apparently could happen on a whim if his master decided to do so. On one hand, he was a bit curious how exactly that would happen, but on the other, he just wanted to sleep and not move for the next ten or so hours. Like the good servant he was, he followed the two hollow guards to his chambers, not sure if he should say goodbye to them. This decision was taken from him as soon as the both of them walked away, leaving him alone in front of the large doors without any words of their own. Zahabia simply shrugged, not going to question their ways any further, instead entering his room and beginning to undress, finally getting the sticky fabrics off of him. Inside of the room, he was at last able to inspect what the man had done to his throat, closely inspecting the band of gold on his neck in a mirror, touching and feeling for it, but finding no substance at all. He wouldn’t be able to get this off, even if he tried to. Frustrated, he had to give up, deciding to wash himself and get dressed again before he went to bed. Zahabia hoped his new master would at least allow him some rest and not call for him so soon again.

5:22 PM

He certainly would be capable of doing so, but Zahabia wasn’t sure if he would be as happy and excited as the god wanted him to be in that situation. It was more likely that he would just be snarky and cranky and did not care what kind of comments left his mouth in the end. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zahabia had not been called before the next morning. When the sun had already risen behind the horizon, a knock on the chamber doors sounded. A servant entered soon after, bowing before looking at Zahabia. "The Master demands your presence for his morning meal. Please get ready to join him in 15 minutes." The servant spoke, bowing again before closing the door and waiting in front of the doors. Once Zahabia was ready he guided him down the golden hallways, giving him a good look at the palace with a quick view at the luscious and green gardens from a few of the windows. After a bit of walking, the servant pushed open two heavy large golden doors to reveal a room draped with cushions and pillows with a large banquet like table spread in the middle. The God had taken his seat at the long side, laying again, lazily on his side as he seemed to wait for his meal to be served. His golden eyes lit up with a bit of mischief as he watched his little dancer enter. "There you are. I hope your first night here wasn't too unpleasant." A small grin curled along his lips as he waited for Zahabia's reaction. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had slept heavenly. Never had a pillow felt so soft before. It was quite a shock as a rude knock pulled him from his dream, leaving him a bit disoriented as he squinted at the person standing in his room, talking to him. He only understood half of what had been said, but apparently his presence had already been requested again. With a heavy sigh, he contemplated if going back to sleep would be worth it, even if it was just for another few moments, but he had wanted to play nice after yesterday. Maybe, if he tried hard enough, that would get this stupid golden band removed, or at least another step towards that goal. A bit sluggish, he got up, glad for the warming rays of the sun, as he stood in front of the wardrobe, looking at various pieces of clothing. Zahabia hadn’t been ordered to dance again, so it should be fine if he dressed a bit more modestly. This was breakfast, after all. Even a god couldn’t be that horny, and even the more covering outfits, still left plenty of skin to be shown. Finally deciding on a long, white gown, with a few golden accents, that at least covered his legs with flowy layers of fabric, but left his chest for the most part uncovered. It was a bit different in style than his usual outfits he used for dancing, but if he was supposed to serve the man, there probably wouldn’t be much dancing involved. He added a golden necklace, as well as golden earrings and a belt, to it, leaving his hair open and taking one final glance at himself in the mirror, before Zahabia stepped outside, following the servant. Curiously, he glanced around the hallways, peeking outside and noting the spacious gardens. He would certainly check them out as soon as he had some free time. If he even had something like that. Right now, it doesn't seem like it yet.

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After all, he had already been ordered around, before even fully waking up. As soon as he entered the room, Zahabias eyes started to wander, acknowledging the man until he had taken in everything else. With elegant steps, he moved a bit closer, lowering his head in obedience, not yet ready to get pulled around again by mythical chains. “It was adequate. I’ve slept in worse places.”, he answered, followed by, “You’ve called for me, master. How may I serve you?” As much as he wanted to add another snarky remark or some witty comment, he bit his tongue to not even think about it again. Instead, even offering him a slight smile that finally wasn’t covered by a veil. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Of course his new dancer was behaving quite well now. He propably didn't want to be punished again in those earlier hours of the day. The muscles in his arms flexed as he shifted his position a little. "What I want is that you keep me company during my meal, or rather assist me." He gave the human a small smirk. The next moment, several servants entered through another door, bringing out golden trays filled with all kinds of deliciousl foods reaching from exceptionally good looking fruits to roasted meats. It was truly a feast for the God that was spread over the table, usually way too much for only one person to eat. The God pointed at his side, before he leaned over to grab a small slab of meat and let it dangle over his mouth for a moment before swallowing it whole. "Tell me about yourself. Who exactly are you?" Bankei spoke while he went in to grab another piece. @SirFüncelot

Assisting? What kind of assistance could he possibly need? Zahabia hoped he was just talking about feeding him grapes or maybe sitting in his lap and looking pretty; not really in the mood for any other shenanigans this man could have planned. Still, he followed his request, coming closer and taking a seat near him, not even acknowledging the platters of food that were brought into the room. The man was certainly just boasting about his wealth and influence. Maybe to impress him, but more likely to intimidate him and keep him in his place. It did look delicious, though, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten since arriving here at this place. Would he be allowed to eat too? “I don’t think my life story will be particularly interesting, master, but if you want to know...”, Zahabia wasn’t entirely sure where he should focus his gaze. On the table? The food? The man next to him? Even the smell alone made his mouth water, and for a split second, he thought of simply grabbing something and shoving it into his mouth, not caring too much about the punishment he may face. He was just keeping him. That didn’t mean he could just help himself to some of the things offered. “I’ve always been a dancer, wandering from city to city and master to master. I’m not particularly fond of staying in just one place my entire life. It tends to get boring after a while. I want to see what the world has to offer and was intrigued by the stories of this place.” Zahabia wasn’t sure what else to add. He couldn’t imagine that his life would be particularly interesting to a man of his descent. And maybe this had already been too direct. He basically had confessed that he would leave as soon as he grew tired of him and this place, but he didn’t seem to have any kind of harem, so he was sure it would be fine. “My mother was a dancer too. I learned from her before she passed away. Since then, it’s just been me.

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But I can’t imagine that my meager life is of particular interest to you, master.”, he added, slowly turning towards the man to his right, facing him, and locking eyes. “May I know more about you too, master? I don’t even know your name nor the name of this place yet.” Zahabia moved a bit closer, looking at him expectantly to see if he would answer or just dismiss it. Maybe that would be the best. Without a name, he was forced to call him ‘master’. Otherwise… He would probably have a few slips of his tongue before he even realized it. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei listened to Zahabias story quite interested, although he did not really look like he was paying full attention since he kept munching on some of his food. The only thing that showed that he still paid attention were his golden eyes that all rested on him while his servant spoke. Bankei had grown fond over all those years of every story he could get his hands on. The stories of mortals were the most amusing to him. Yet after Zahabia requested to know the God's name, Bankei looked at him for a second in a moment of perplexity, swallowing the last bit of food he had in his mouth before he burst out laughing. It was a hearty laughter that filled the whole room for a moment before he went silent again, the grin remaining on his face as he wiped over his mouth with the back of his hand. "You don't even know the name of your own master, nor the place you're at? How amusing...Have you not been told better? Poor little thing." He looked at Zahabia with almost pity for the unknowingness of his new pet. He assumed he knew both of those things by now, given the fact that he took the opportunity to present himself to Bankei. "Before you stands the God and ruler of the golden Kingdom Buyanchogol, Bankei." His chest swelled up with a little pride and cockiness as he spoke, the tone of voice that Bankei used making it clear that he stood above this lowly human. After his words had set in the room, Bankei reached forward to grab the human by the chin to pull him towards himself to whisper. "But now that you know my name it does not give you any right to call me by that. You will still address me as your king, master or sire, do you understand?" His golden eyes stared deep into those of the human, almost pinning him into place with their noses almost touching.

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Somehow it felt a little odd to be so close to this human and he couldn't quite make out why exactly. After a seemingly endless moment, Bankei released Zahabia from his grip, letting go of him to point towards a bowl of fruit. "Grapes. Now." He ordered with a small grin tugging on his lips. @SirFüncelot

Buyanchogol? As in THE Buyanchogol? So far, Zahabia had only heard stories about the golden city, located in a realm of wonder. It was thought to be a myth, with countless legends depicting its beauty and alienness. To land here, of all places possible... But maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe just the name was similar by chance, or this place was named after the one in the stories. He was sure there was a good explanation for it and even though his face showed his imminent surprise, he made sure to chase these thoughts away as soon as they surfaced. There was no possible way for this to be true. It would make sense, though. The golden guards, all the luxurious ornaments and decorations… Maybe this had been at least an inspiration for the stories. It was magical after all, even if this man, Bankei, wasn’t in any way like the king described in the stories his mother had told him. Even if he tried to, he couldn't possibly view him as gentle, kind or generous. He was too much of an asshole for that. Zahabia simply nodded, resisting the urge to answer ‘Of course, Bankei.’ with all his might and fortunately succeeding. He would test his tolerance for teasing like this at a later point in time. Maybe after the man had gotten a bit more used to him and his personality. But until then, he would certainly try and see what kind of nicknames he could get away with. It sounded like an interesting way to pass the time. Of course, until he pushed his luck too far and received a punishment again. He certainly should be a lot more cautious about this. But would he? Probably not. As soon as Bankei annoyed him again, he would most likely abandon all reason again and get himself in trouble. For a moment, he got lost in his golden eyes. They were kind of hypnotizing. Not just because of how many there were and their unusual color, but because they had something enchanting about them. Maybe it was just Bankei’s magic pulling tricks on Zahabia,

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but he was glad as the man finally let go of him. Allowing him to shift his gaze somewhere else. Getting stared at like this made him feel slightly uncomfortable, leaving the tips of his ears, as well as the back of his neck, slightly flushed with embarrassment. Shaking off this strange feeling as best as he could, he followed the order he was given, leaning over the table to move the ornate bowl closer to himself and grabbing a vine of grapes. Zahabia moved even closer to Bankei, taking a seat right next to him, turned away from the table and towards the man himself, as he offered him the vine, unsure if he should feed the grapes to him directly or if it would have been better if he had given him the bowl instead. With how personal they had already gotten to know each other yesterday he would have chosen the first option, but Zahabia had a feeling that Bankei could be a bit fussy regarding expectations he never specified, but also never told him about. He should be glad that he wasn’t offering him each individual grape through a passionate kiss. Some did prefer it that way, but the god had already been offended by a small peck on the nose. A deep kiss wasn't the way to go here. Holding out the vine towards him, Zahabia looked at the god expectantly, waiting for him to pluck some of the fruit. Would he complain again? Had he expected something else? Had he gotten too close? There appeared to be a million variables to consider, that made this whole process tiring. Would every day be like this? And was he supposed to spend the whole day with him? Feeding him meals and accompanying him like some sort of precious lapdog? Not that he minded… There were certainly worse things one could do, but this left him under constant pressure, trying to not step on Bankei’s feet in any way. He was sure he would anger him in some way before midday came… Either by slipping up or by subconsciously annoying him again... @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

At the way Zahabia offered him his grapes, Bankei's grin dropped a little as he looked back at the human. "Now now, that is not how one serves grapes properlt. Have you not been told how to do so?" He scoffed at the end a little, reaching forward to plug one of the grapes off the vine to place them inbetween Zahabia's thumb and index finger of his free hand. His hands were almost gentle as he did, yet his gaze could be interpreted as being annoyed, as if he was teaching a child how to tie their shoes, but did not want to teach. Somehow Bankei did it anyway, his hands touching the man's skin almost gentle. "Here...Just like this..." He said rather soft compared to before as he guided Zahabia's hand to his face before he shifted a little to his side. The God proceeded to take the grape gently, first taking it between his teeth before his lips closed around it along with them laying over the dancers fingertips. Slowly, almost sensationally Bankei plucked the grape out of Zahabia's finger, his tongue wrapping around the grape in his mouth with his tongue touching Zahabias fingertips on purpose to tease. As he did, all golden eyes remained on the dancer to witness every small reaction. After he'd taken the grape, the mischievous grin returned to his face as he crushed the fruit with his back teeth while settling a little more comfortable, now laying on his back with two of his arms propped behind his head against the side of the couch,.his other arms resting on his rather exposed chest, waiting for more grapes to come. "Now that you know where you are, tell me about the myths you heard around this kingdom and their ruler, if you've even heard any... and don't stop with your little task." Bankei asked with a grin, his golden eyes resting on his little dancer as he waited. @SirFüncelot

Taken aback by Bankei’s sudden gentleness, Zahabia's face distorted a bit. His mouth standing slightly ajar as he could only stare at the man before him, who caressed his hand in a weirdly seductive way. He wasn’t sure if that had been his intention, but with the look in his eyes and his usual demeanor, it was certainly a possibility. Why Bankei would do this though… He had no idea. Of course to show him how to 'properly' feed a person of his social station, as if he didn't know that already, but why like this? Why not just order him to do so? Why this charade? A silent gasp escaped him as he felt the god's lips on his fingertips. Zahabia could feel a familiar hot sensation begin to creep up the back of his neck towards his ears. This time, not able to just wish it away or turning his head in another direction. Not while he couldn’t take his eyes off the man's face. It was simply too attractive, too handsome. As much as he disliked his attitude, he couldn’t deny how good-looking he was and how that made his heart beat a little bit faster if he looked at him like this. He didn’t even know what to say. His head was entirely empty, still processing what just had happened. He remained still for another few seconds, only staring at Bankei's face, trying not to get distracted by anything else. His features were already enough, he didn't even need to wander any further down with his eyes to his chest. Unless he wanted his brain to fully short circuit and remain like this, staring and silently enjoying what he saw. Why couldn't the man cover himself a bit more? Was it really necessary to show the whole world his perfectly sculpted body like this? Zahabia slowly snapped out of it, shaking his head a few times, before he nodded and moved even closer. He plucked another grape from the vine, offering it to Bankei, while standing close, looking for an opportunity to seat himself somewhere on the couch he was laying on, occupying most of its space for himself.

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He didn’t want to stand the entire time, even though looking down on him felt somewhat satisfying. With how unusually tall he was… This wasn't something Zahabia would get to enjoy often, considering their height difference, so he relished in it for as long as possible. Lightly he pressed the grapes against Bankei’s lips, watching him intently to see if he finally was satisfied with his performance or if he still needed to ask for more improvements. He took another few breaths, before feeling able to answer his questions. "Buyanchogol is supposed to be a prosperous kingdom. The people are said to be happy and rich, wearing only the finest of fabrics decorated with gold, silver and gems of various colors. The wells are said to bring forth milk as sweet as honey and the trees bear fruit of all different kinds.", Zahabia started, retelling the stories he remembered from his mother, occasionally offering the god another grape, brushing his fingertips across his lips every so often. "As for the king… He's supposed to be a gentle and kind person, richer than anyone and blessed with mystic powers that allow him to change shape and offer riches to the people coming to him for aid. My mother always told me everyone would be welcome there, no matter who they were. It's said to be a nice and beautiful place. She always wanted to see it for herself. She wanted to know if it truly was real.", Zahabia stopped for a moment, his arm halfway extended towards Bankei as he reminisced the few memories he still had of his mother, slightly caught up in the moment, unable to do anything else. What would she think of this situation? Would she be able to see something good in this man? It had been one of her strong suits. Something he still envied her for, because he wasn’t able to do so. Always stuck with the bad impressions someone had left on him. Certainly she would have liked it here.

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As little as he had seen so far, it seemed like a beautiful place indeed. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The expression on the man's face was delightful when Bankei took the first grape in his mouth. Zahabia seemed almost flustered. What a cute expression. The God continued to pluck the grapes that his little dancer offered him in the way to see his expression over and over again, listening closely. As Zahabia stopped talking, indicating that his knowledge ended there, Bankei chuckled a little, his raven black chest quaking, making his ornaments, chains and piercings jingle a little. "Well, I can tell you, besides the wells here being held exceptionally pure, they are not filled with milk." He chuckled amused. The rest of the stories were true so far, yet when Bankeu had heard the king part, he felt a small sting inside his chest. A small pang, but he continued to push it aside. Afterall, those were the words that he wanted to be spread and they must hold some sort of truth in them. "Do you know anything about why the city is kept safe and prosperous like this?" He tilted his head lightly, only a hint of the God's smile remaining on his lips, golden eyes resting on his dancer, piercing through him for an answer. @SirFüncelot

“I would say through the good will of its king.”, guessed Zahabia with a slight shrug. The stories never went into much detail regarding that, and he didn’t understand much about politics. It made sense, one would keep his kingdom and place of residence as neat as possible. Paired with his abilities, it only made sense that everything was like this. Perfect and nice. A happy place everyone wanted to be at to escape their miserable lives. “These stories are told to children. I didn’t believe in them before arriving here. And even now it’s hard to imagine that this place is supposed to be so much better than every other one.”, he added, maybe a bit sharper than necessary, pushing another grape against Bankei’s lips. What was he hoping to gain from these questions? He seemed aware of the rumors around this place. There couldn’t possibly be anything new he could learn through his retelling of these old stories. And it didn’t seem like he was evaluating Zahabia’s opinion either. It was hard to grasp what he was thinking. The constant smiling didn’t help with that. The god’s face may seem expressive, but he still couldn’t read it. Finally tired of standing at his side, constantly shifting his weight from one foot to the other, he searched for an opening, a little bit of space on the couch, close to Bankei, but did not find anything suitable. Too full of pride to ask if he would mind making a bit of space for him to sit, Zahabia remained standing, trying not to show how uncomfortable it had become. Even if he did ask, he was certain the answer would be ‘no’ or he came up with another twisted way of turning the words around in his mouth, so that in the end he would end up sitting on his lap or cradled against his chest. Zahabia didn’t want to take any chances like that. It would just get more embarrassing, and he could still feel the flush from before burning on his skin. “Then, are you a good king, master?

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Or are these stories just some ruse to attract attention?”, he asked, not able to keep his curiosity in check any longer. He had meant to hold onto that specific thought, but how could he not? Such an opportunity would probably never reveal itself this easily. His voice hadn’t even sounded that sharp to begin with. And he even added the title Bankei had insisted on so much. If anything, he should be proud because this certainly was progress. Maybe not in the direction Zahabia wanted, but at least away from possible further punishments. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God listened to Zahabia talking, the man seemingly oblivious about the things that were going on in his kingdom. It seemed amusing, but he did not intend to tell him yet. He kept picking the grapes that Zahabia offered in the same way he did when Bankei had demonstrated. The dancers reaction had been quiete amusing already and Bankei was eager to see more. He raised an eyebrow at the question of his dancer, if Bankei was a good king. "In every story there's a spark of thruth to be found. The duties of a good king are those to keep his kingdom and their citizens safe and happy. Since Buyanchogol is thriving under my reign I don't see why I wouldn't be a good king." Bankei spoke after thinking for a moment but when he did, his eyes looked up to the golden ceiling. "Or would something make you think otherwise?" His eyes shifted back on Zahabia with lowered voice with a mischievous, yet serious gaze, his cheeky grin from earlier having ebbed down. @SirFüncelot

Bankei believed himself to be a good king? Well, he may be, but that didn’t stop him from being an asshole most of the time. He certainly managed to get on Zahabia’s nerves, even after knowing him for just a short while. And his questions were most certainly meant to confuse him and keep him on edge. He wasn’t sure if Bankei wanted him to fall into some kind of trap, or if it was just meant to confuse him. What Zahabia did know was that he could play similar games. Not the same ones; he didn’t possess the same power that Bankei did, but he surely knew how to play his own version of this. “You gave me a place to sleep; I’m currently living inside a palace, and I get to be close to you, master. Why should I think otherwise?”, Zahabia answered with a coy smile, moving closer with each of his carefully calculated steps and a slight sway in his hips. With confidence, he placed one of his hands onto Bankei's exposed chest, now standing right in front of the couch, able to look right into his mesmerizing golden eyes. Challenge glimmered behind Zahabia's eyes, hopefully enough to intrigue the god and not make him think about putting him in chains again. "Aren't I supposed to entertain you, your majesty? I don't think the tasks of a mere servant suit me very much. Wouldn't you agree that there are other things I'm much better at.", Zahabia moved even closer, now also resting one of his knees up on the soft cushions next to the god's abdomen. Seductively, he popped one of the grapes into his mouth, before leaning in closer, grabbing onto the other one's upper arm to steady himself as he approached his face. He stopped just a few centimeters shy of touching Bankei's nose with his own, pausing and studying his features for a moment, before he put his lips onto the god's. Hungrily moving against him, nearly crawling onto his chest in the process,

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Zahabia started to press his tongue and the grape against Bankei's lips, begging to be let in. He hoped this wouldn't end badly for him. Had he been to bolt? He hoped not. He hoped Bankei would enjoy it at least a little bit, and after all, he was still doing the task he had been given. Just a little bit different than he had been told. With a little bit more of his personality added into it. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The words of approval from the dancer were as expected. Yet his sweetly smile made Bankei grew a little suspicious, especially once Zahabia came slowly to approach him with a slight sway of his tempting hips. Bankei did not know what exactly his little dancer wanted to try now, but the mischievous glint in the dancers eyes made the corners of his mouth move slowly up into a small smirk the closer Zahabia got. He couldn't lie that, when the dancer placed his hands on his exposed chest, a small jolt went up the God's spine. Zahabias behavior intrigued him even more as he spoke his sweet and tempting offer. Bankei's golden eyes flickered to the man's pretty lips as he took one of the grapes between them, somehow making Bankei unable to look away. He did not move as the dancer slowly leaned forward, leaning onto the God's chest as Zahabia stopped right before Bankei's lips. The God did not notice that he had been holding his breath for the moment he was almost captivated by the man's beauty in front of him. When Zahabia suddenly went in for a kiss, pressing the grape against Bankei's, he seemed almost flustered, but then closed his eyes to take the grape, swallowing it before he held onto their kiss for a little longer. "You want to be more then just my servant? How highly to think of yourself. And so greedy." Bankei chuckled once they parted their lips. The God still retained that mischievous small grin on his lips as he looked at his dancer who was basically laying on top of him right now. "Go on then. Entertain your master and show me that you are capable of more then just being my obedient little servant." Bankei whispered as he leaned in close again, their noses once again almost touching as one hand slowly crawled up the dancers thigh before wandering over Zahabias waist and settling on the man's lower spine to keep him close. @SirFüncelot

He had him, or at least he had managed to grab his attention. If he played his cards right now, maybe he would be able to get some sort of advantage out of this. But of course, the god probably had some explicit understanding of what he was supposed to be doing now. Zahabia had no exact idea what that could be, but decided to just go with his gut, doing what he felt was right and not what he expected Bankei to like. "Aren’t I already more than a servant? Or do you go around and let everyone that wants to suckle on your godhood, master?”, he poked fun at him, chuckling lightly, as he moved up further, swinging one leg across, so he was able to straddle Bankei’s lap. Slowly making himself comfortable on top of him, the grapes were already long forgotten; he wouldn’t need them anymore. At least not for now. Zahabia trailed his fingers across the god’s chest, drawing invisible lines onto his skin, as if he were lost in thought, letting a moment of silence fall between them, their faces still close together, as he spoke up again. “Did you ever receive a more intimate private dance, master?”, he asked, not even waiting for an answer from him, before he bridged the gap between them and pressed another kiss onto his lips, his tongue already waiting to meet Bankei’s hopeful to fight a longer battle for dominance than before, now that there wasn’t a grape that wanted to be eaten involved. He felt the warmth from Bankei’s big hand spread throughout his body, occasionally making him shudder slightly, but Zahabia tried his best to ignore it. It was certainly to his advantage that the god hadn’t left it on his thigh or waist, those spots being a lot more sensitive than his lower back. But he wouldn’t care too much about it either way. This wasn’t about him anyway, and he was sure Bankei wouldn’t make it about him, even if Zahabia would desire that. The god was too egotistical for that… As much as he had enjoyed their sloppy kissing,

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he stopped it abruptly, lightly biting Bankei’s bottom lip to focus his attention back on him, and only him. Zahabia brought room between the two of them again, dragging his fingers across his chest again, taking a moment to brush against the golden ring piercing Bankei’s right nipple, circling around it a few times, before abandoning it entirely. One of his hands he placed on the god’s lower stomach to keep himself steady, while the other began to push one of the straps of his white garment down, revealing a little more of his chest for Bankei to look at and hopefully soon also touch, while his hips began moving, simulating his enchanting dance moves right on top of him, making it a much more of a sensual experience he hopefully enjoyed. Especially with him basically grinding down right on top of his still clothed dick.

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The dancer had truly gained Bankei's attention now that he settled comfortably into the God's lap and even being as cocky and confident as ever. He was brave to not keep such thoughts to himself that might cost someone else's head. It amused Bankei in a way and only enticed him more to break him. "It would've been a waste to not put your pretty little mouth to use." Bankei chuckled lightly with the cocky grin still on his lips. Zahabia kept himself close, gazing into his masters eyes and somehow Bankei could only gaze back, feeling the man's hot breath on his skin. The way his finger slowly grazed down his broad chest send further small shivers down his spine. The moment Zahabia's lips connected with Bankei's, the hand on the dancers back instinctively pulled him closer. Bankei couldn't deny that he had been eager to kiss this man again without the grape between his teeth, giving his tongue the opportunity to dance with the other's in heated combat. It had been a while since Bankei had found a dancer this bolt and attractive that he had been eager to taste their lips. His lips were sweet, his tongue as eager as his own. The feel of their sloppy kisses was almost addictive. Bankei had almost lost himself a little but the dancers teasing nibble on his lower lip made the God catch himself again. It was as if every little touch from Zahabia send little jolts of heat through his body. From the way he teased his pierced nipple from the way he touched his abdomen. Both were spots Bankei in particular liked and it made Bankei hold his breath for a moment as he enjoyed this sensation of pleasure. As Zahabia slowly began to sit up right, Bankei's left hand that had been on the man's lower back slowly wandered back down over the man's tempting hips to settle on his left thigh while his lower right hand and thumb grazed over the dancer abdomen before settling on his right hip. The other pair of upper arms that had been tucked lazily behind Bankei's head now settled with the

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ir elbows onto the back and arm rest of his couch in a relaxed manner to give himself a better view at his pretty little dancer who had slowly begun to grind onto his slolwy hardening dick. The sway of his hips was almost hypnotizing, the start of a truly sensational experience that slowly enticed the God more and more, evident by the hunger in the God's golden gaze. @SirFüncelot

Feeling Bankei move his fingers around his skin, even through the fabric, he could feel them leave a trail that felt like it was burning itself into his skin. They weren’t even vaguely intimidated, yet they made him shiver. Having him drag his fingertips back down towards his thigh, while the other one rested on his hip… It made his heart flutter, as jolts ran up his spine. It was certainly a strange sensation; after all, he had wanted to do this to appeal to the god’s tastes. Getting some fun of his own out of it had never been the plan, but it was a welcome side effect nonetheless. The slow sway of his hips slowly switched to bolder moves, as if they were following some silent song only Zahabia heard. He closed his eyes, getting a better feel for it, rolling his head back slightly, slowly registering all the different sensations besides Bankei’s hands on his own body. There were his own hands still placed on the god’s lower stomach; both of their breathing seemed to have fallen into sync; the heat Bankei radiated from beneath him, as well as his slowly hardening cock, Zahabia occasionally came in contact with when he pressed his hips down again. As soon as he realized this, he made it occur even less, instead sitting up a bit higher and not pressing his hips as far down. His butt only slightly rubbed against it, more in a teasing than a pleasurable way. Because after all… Not just Bankei wanted to have fun. He did too. And that meant mostly teasing him as much as he pleased. Not caring about further consequences as of now, because surely the god enjoyed this particular streak of his in one way or another. As long as made sure to not overdo it, to not overstrain his patience, he should be fine. Zahabia peered through one eye, carefully watching the god’s expressions, making sure he wasn’t again crossing a line. After all, it wasn't like Bankei had to share him with anyone here.

10:08 AM

All of his attention laid purely on the god, and that had been one of the things he had wanted Zahabia to remember. Because he was his, or something like that. He didn’t quite remember the lecture from yesterday after getting occupied with another task. It may have slipped his memory. “Why don’t you touch me more, master? You can’t just be satisfied with watching, can’t you?”, Zahabia offered with a knowing smirk, finally grinding down on him, but only once, dragging his hips slowly forward. His hands still resting on his muscular torso, rubbing small circles against his skin with the tips of his pointer fingers. “I’m all yours after all. Am I not, master?”, he added, looking at him with hooded eyes, a bit excited for what could possibly come. Would he answer his request, or would Bankei’s pride stop him from doing so? Zahabia couldn’t imagine him not wanting to do so. Everyone always did. No one had ever been able to resist him, and he would make him experience the same. No one could escape his charm, not even a self-proclaimed god. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Watching his little dancer perform in such an intimate way made Bankei feel all hot inside. The way his hips moved as Zahabia leaned his head back as if savoring this moment made Bankein desire him even more. The God already guessed about the intention of this human by now and assuming that he was right, the feeling inside Bankei's chest was exactly what Zahabia wanted to spark. The way his ass repeatedly moved against his growing bulge with the pressure of his hot touch on his torso was almost torture for the God. To the human it all had to be a game, yet right now, Bankei was interested in playing it. The mischevous look in the human's eyes made it all even more enticing. "Seems like you're able to learn... your little punishment is bearing fruits..." He gave the human a grin in the most teasing manner, every small circle of his fingertips sending a small rush of pleasure through him. Somehow, Bankei couldn't stop but let his hands wander indeed. Slowly the hand from his right hip snaked his way up around the back and up over the human's spine, his fingers specifically tracing up the curved middle of his back. The other left hand that had settled on the man's thigh slolwy wandered up from it, grazing his abdomen for a moment before going up further and after a few teasing strokes, settling on the man's left chest. As he slid his hands up for the first time, the God made sure to let his fingers teasingly glide over the man's so teaseable nipple. His little dancer was certainly a pretty sight to feel beneath his fingers. @SirFüncelot

As much as he hated to admit it, Bankei was right. The punishment had made him more obedient. Or not obedient, but he had realized that there was a fine line he wasn’t supposed to cross. But nothing had been said about walking very close to it, which he would certainly do again at some point in time. Maybe when he had figured out the god a bit better and could tell what he was allowed to do and what not. With what he could get away, and with what not. “I’m a quick learner, master.”, he mumbled, not elaborating any further, feeling the large hands wander across his body, sending shivers down his spine. They felt hot on his skin, but despite everything, they were soft, the touches more like light caresses. He had expected the god to be rough; yesterday had given him the impression that that was what he liked best, but maybe he was mistaken. Or Bankei was simply toying with him again. Like a cat toying with its food. Zahabia gasped as his fingertips ran across his nipple, shuddering slightly at the sensation and needing a moment to readjust himself. He could feel Bankei already pressing eagerly against the fabric of his pants, basically begging him to finally free it from its confinement, something he didn’t need to be told twice. It just came natural to him, letting his hands wander a bit further, grabbing the hem of Bankei’s pants and untying them before he moved them down, freeing his half-hard cock. It was as big as Zahabia remembered it to be from last night, and he regretted not coming better prepared. But how should he have known breakfast would turn into this? Not that he minded sex this early in the morning. It just wasn’t what he had expected. He had thought he would do some stupid chores like pouring drinks, passing out food, and not getting fucked right next to the table. Well… Sometimes one had to improvise, and Zahabia was sure he could even turn preparing himself for Bankei’s big cock into a show he would hopefully enjoy.

7:04 AM

And maybe even join in if he managed to intrigue him enough. Moving forward a bit, struggling to keep the fabric of his clothes, which were less than ideal for what they were doing, out of the way, he settled nearly entirely on top of Bankei’s cock, slowly beginning the rubbing he had halted for the moment. Zahabia could feel it a lot better, against his own slowly hardening dick, but not really focusing on that yet. He lifted his left hand from the god’s stomach, moving it towards his mouth, seductively licking across his fingers, showing off what Bankei had missed out on yesterday, because he had wanted to do it quick and hard, not letting Zahabia show off more of his talents. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

He felt Zahabia's hands gliding over the bulge of his pants, teasing him until the dancer finally revealed all of it. Bankei felt the air now on his half-hard cock, flashing the man another grin with a small view of his white teeth as he watched his little dancer fumble off his clothes before he sat down on the God's bare manhood with his own revealed ass. A small groan escaped his lips as he felt Zahabia's bare skin rub against his half erected member. Bankei had been in need of some good entertainment and this show was certainly peeking his attention and desire. His eyes slid back up to Zahabia, watching him how his tongue sensational caressed his own fingers while his hips kept moving in this steady rhythm. Given the dancers small reaction earlier, Bankei gave his chest a small squeeze before he took the man's nipple between two of his fingers to pinch them a little at first before slowly increasing the pressure little by little. As Bankei was teasing his the man, his other hand on his back moved down his spine before it settled on his ass, feeling the exact movement of the dancers hips. All the time, his golden eyes rested on Zahabia's face, curios for the man's reaction with the mischevous grin remaining on his own face. @SirFüncelot

Feeling Bankei’s eyes wholly on him, felt better than expected. Zahabia could understand to some degree why the god hadn’t wanted to share him yesterday. Seeing him like this, with slightly glazed eyes that followed every one of his movements and that dumb smile of his plastered across his face… He wouldn’t want to fight with any other dancer over his attention. Not that he wouldn’t win, but it certainly would be an exhausting process to keep captivating the man. Even more so than right now. He was glad that so far there didn’t seem to be anyone else, and Zahabia hoped it would stay that way. He didn’t just move his hips. As soon as he could feel Bankei’s hands roaming across his body, touching more, he followed these movements, pushing his chest forward to show him that he enjoyed it, gasping around his fingers with each pinch. He had thought he would stay more aloof and not give in to the temptations that easily, but it felt good, and if anything, the god seemed to enjoy watching him squirm with need. It may help him reach his goal, so he fully embraced it, moving his ass further back into the hand that grasped it with each carefully calculated thrust of his hips that made him grind down on Bankei’s cock. Satisfied with how wet his fingers had become, Zahabia took them out of his mouth, slightly raising his hips, to reach for his ass. He closed his eyes, breathing out slowly as he pressed a first finger against his entrance. A shaky first moan escaped his lips as he wiggled his finger inside, already feeling a bit overstimulated by it, but the discomfort made sure to keep him in the here and now. How exactly he was going to take the massive dick, though… He wasn’t quite sure. Taking a few seconds to catch his breath and getting used to the strange sensation, he soon picked up his movement again, now mostly rubbing his own hardening cock, against Bankei’s, synchronizing the rhythm with the thrusting of his fingers,

9:17 AM

as Zahabia opened himself up for the fun they would soon have, not able to contain all the lewd noises that escaped him. “Ma-ah-ster,”, he began, but already needing a slight break after the first word. “m-may… i-is there oil? I don’t think I-ah will be able to tahke you otherwise… Ma-Master…”, he may be overexaggerating a bit, but it did feel good. Maybe not warranting all the moans he made, but if there was something that got those egotistical assholes off, it was seeing someone else gain pleasure through them. Bankei wasn’t really touching him yet, but Zahabia felt that by just looking intently at him, he got the message, he wanted to deliver, across. And as soon as he took his cock, he was sure it would be over. He wanted to see the man moan and crumble beneath him, and he would do so sooner or later. He just had to find his weak point. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The reactions that his little dancer had to the God's touch made Bankei feel even more thrilled. Seeing him moan and whimper in pleasure as he inserted his own finger into his little hole was a sight to behold. Bankei himself was quite taken in by the view and those lewd sounds the dancer made although he was certain that some of them were only exaggerated. Bankei was not worried on the other hand because soon all of the sounds this man would make would certainly be real. His own cock was almost completely rock hard by now, the sensation of Zahabia grinding down on him feeling incredibly good. With his own breath being quite heavy and slow, it was obvious that Bankei was turned on by now as the two of his hands kept caressing his body. "My, is someone here not used to take something so big?" Bankei chuckled a little before he snapped loudly with one of his not occupied hands. Seemingly out of nothing, a golden bowl filled with a sort of golden oil appeared out of thin air, floating besides Zahabia so he could lubricate himself and Bankei's hard member as well. "Go on then." He gave the dancer another small grin, waving lazily with one hand towards the oil, his other two hands resting on his hips right now, waiting for the dancers reactions. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia huffed slightly at the uncalled-for comment, but decided to use it, as well as the god’s inflated ego, to his own advantage. Batting his eyelashes at him and slowing the rhythm a bit to be able to speak more freely without his other desperate noises getting in the way of it. He couldn’t completely still them because, on one hand, they did make him feel good too, and on the other, he worried that Bankei may not like it. As little as that had interested him this far, he hoped to gain something from it, so of course he would do his best to satisfy the god’s needs and wishes. “Most mortal men aren’t as tall or big as you, master. Of course, I wouldn’t be used to it. You’re simply too big. You saw how I struggled yesterday, and I only tried to fit it into my mouth.”, he sounded incredibly docile while telling him this, before closing his eyes and inserting a second finger into himself. He imagined neither he nor Bankei were keen on dragging this out more than needed. The hunger in the god’s eyes, as well as his labored breaths and his more than obvious erection, made it quite clear that he was ready to move on to the next step, only waiting on him. Still enjoying the show he got, but with how impatient he had been so far, it was only a matter of time until the god would take matters into his own hands, and Zahabia didn’t want that. He wanted to go at his own pace and show him that he was able to please and entertain him without any orders or punishments. He had noted the oil before, but hadn’t been in need of it. Two fingers had been tight, feeling a slight burn, but it had been alright. The third one, though… He couldn’t manage. Pulling the two other fingers free with a low, exasperated sign, before he dipped them into the bowl, generously coating them with the oil. It looked like honey or liquid gold, but less sticky.

7:05 AM

He even thought he could smell it being slightly sweet, and for a short moment he contemplated licking it, just to make sure he wasn’t imagining things.

7:05 AM

Zahabia abandoned the thought soon, getting back on track and pressing the first two fingers into himself again. He moved them a few times before adding the final one, buckling his hips at the sudden and new sensation only slowly getting used to it. But each time he moved forward to grind along Bankei’s cock, just to snap back right after, making him reach a bit deeper every time. Not as deep as the god’s cock, but for the time being it would have to be enough, because he soon came upon his limit. Not able to do much more to prepare himself any further, Zahabia pulled his fingers out a second time, shaking them off slightly. A slight grin spread across his lips as he watched back up at Bankei, making sure he watched each and every one of his moves, as he dipped both hands into the oil next, spreading and warming it along his palms, before he eagerly grabbed his big cock. Not really stroking him for pleasure but simply to get it nice and slippery, he didn’t take particularly care to touch him in his most sensitive spots, instead slowly inching forward with his entire body. Slowly he was coming closer to the god, nearly sitting on his stomach now, but perfectly aligned to seat himself upon Bankei’s dick. “Take me, master. I’m yours.”, he sighed, not waiting for any confirmation or allowance, just holding it in place as he slowly sank himself down on it. Zahabia tried to give him a good view of it, failing miserably at keeping the long white pieces of cloth out of the way, as he began the slow process of sinking down, raising his hips again just to continue with it all over again. It was slow progress, leading to him breathing heavily and his own erection twitching with anticipation. He wasn’t sure how much he could take of the god, but it certainly wouldn’t be everything. He would need much more time. Not just to prepare, but also to somehow get it into himself. Bankei probably wouldn’t give him that long. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei certainly enjoyed the show his little dancer was offering him, feeling how he grinded against his own erection. The little moans were music in the gods ears as Zahabia was fingering himself to prepare for what was about to come. The way his back ached itself from when he took all his three fingers was adorable. When Zahabia dipped both his hands into the oil to lubricate his own hard on, Bankei let out a small groan, leaning his head back at the sensation of the dancers hands coating it in the golden liquid. Despite all the moans that Zahabia let out from seemingly just touching himself, to the God it was obvious that some of them were meant for mere entertainment as an attempt to satisfy Bankei's desire. He was very well aware about Zahabias little acting. The God couldn't wait to turn his little dancer into a moaning mess. He let out a soft groan as he felt his tip slowly pushing into Zahabia. It was still so tight, yet the oil made it easy enough to push in. It was just how the God liked it and his own hot breath was a good indication for it. For a moment he closed his eyes to lean his head back a little, just enjoying the sensation on his sensitive tip. It made him eager for more and the pace from Zahabia was not merely enough to fulfill his desire, just mere teasing... "Hmm... I wonder how much you can take..." Bankei grinned a little as his two hands settled on the dancers hip, preventing him from pulling out too far and slolwy began to apply a mild pressure on his hip that would slowly push Zahabia to take it all. The God couldn't wait to see his little dancers reaction... @SirFüncelot

He had thought he was doing a rather good job at taking the rather large cock inside of him. Making slow but steady progress. Especially because so far there hadn’t been any evidence for dissatisfaction in the god's face. Bankei seemed to enjoy what he was doing, so it did come as a surprise to him, as Zahabia could suddenly feel two hands on his hips. The man’s words made him fear for the worst, expecting to get pushed down with one merciless thrust, practically getting impaled by the cock. Shock was an understatement, even though it was one of the few expressions that settled into his eyes. His mouth still slightly agape from moaning, but otherwise he was stiff. He should probably relax to make it at least somewhat bearable. This wouldn’t be like yesterday. It would be much worse and much more painful, but it was also as if time stood still while Zahabia couldn’t react in any way. He had thought he was doing good by pleasing the man, but apparently the only way he liked it was hard and fast. Zahabia's eyes were still widened with shock. He expected pain, but instead… The big hands settled rather gently on his hips, not even digging into his skin, just sitting there, preventing him from moving up. It certainly wasn’t what he had been expecting. His expression switched from shock to surprise and then confusion. He had meant to ask a question or at least give a snarky comment, but all the air was knocked out of his lungs as he felt the slight pressure pushing him down again. It wasn’t much; it was more like how he had done himself before, and by no means was it unpleasant. As much as he wanted to hate it, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. It felt good, making him close his eyes and mutter a few low curses under his breath. Of course, he had to occasionally suck in a sharp breath through his nose to deal with some of the tighter spots, but Bankei left him enough room to readjust his positioning and make it feel alright.

5:49 AM

Zahabia couldn’t tell how much of him was still left, but after some time, sinking down made him just feel full. He put his own sticky hands on top of Bankei’s, pushing his hips down a bit faster. Probably the first genuine moan came over his lips while doing so, and he had to bite his tongue to stifle it, not wanting to give the man any more reason to keep that smug grin on his face, just because his body thought it would be appropriate to start asking for more. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

His own body seemingly started to heat up a little more when Bankei felt Zahabia taking him in more and more. His own hands on the dancers hips seemed to do wonder with his little dancer slolwy showing cracks in his mask of pretend. The God immediately knew that the louder moan of the human had been the most genuine of all so far. It was a sound of instinct and want and Bankei wanted to hear many more of those sounds... "Now those are the sounds I like to hear." Bankei purred almost gently, feeling the oil from Zahabia's hands seep inbetween his fingers as he leaned a little more forward to get closer to the humans face. "Come on, you've only taken in half so far... i'm sure you can take more then that~" he whispered, chuckling a little with his small grin before he began to push Zahabia's hips further down onto the God's big hard cock. His little hole was wrapping so tight and needy around Bankei's erected member. It was exactly what he had been looking for and with such a pretty sight to behold for the God, he couldn't wait to pound the humans brain out. @SirFüncelot

The comment made Zahabia snarl slightly, but it too got swallowed up by another sound of pleasure as soon as Bankei kept on pushing. Still unexpectedly slow and careful, nearly patiently. He never had expected something like this, but he was still thankful for it. It made the experience a lot more enjoyable for him, leading to all these godforsaken sounds he couldn’t prevent even when he tried. The feelings were just too much to keep contained and had to escape somehow, making him moan and pant lewdly. How could something this big feel this good? And why did he like it so much? He should hate it, or at least be indifferent, but instead he wanted more. And more he would get… He thought he would reach the end soon, but instead Bankei shocked him by telling him that there still was nearly half left. He already felt too full, but with all of that inside of him, he was quite sure that if he leaned back he could feel it move at the front of his stomach. The mere thought was strange, and he shook it away as soon as it found its way to the surface. Zahabia didn't want to think about that. Neither how much of the god's cock was still left outside of him, nor how it would feel as soon as he took all of it. He needed a distraction, and Bankei leaning forward was the perfect ability to do so. "I can take it all, master.", he answered confidently, shifting a bit to bridge the last few centimeters of air between them. Zahabia started a new heated kiss with the god, lewdly moaning into it as the pushing just continued, seemingly never stopping. At least now, most of his noises got muffled, and he hadn’t to listen to any more of the man's infuriating comments about how much of his godly rod was still left for him to take or how much he liked the face Zahabia was currently making.

9:57 AM

Because they made him feel weird. Especially the latter, because they sounded too much like a praise and in a strange way encouraged him to try even harder. This whole situation had certainly turned weird, but at least could he slowly feel the warmth of Bankei's body on his but, only needing a few more moments to finally sit seated upon his lap. Especially the last quarter or so had been hard, not that it had started hurting, but just because of how good it felt to have something so long hit strange places on his insides. It felt like as if he had to turn into a drooly mess that only remembered how to moan. Even the kissing had to mostly stop, because that was all he did, not able to engage in anything besides occasionally moving forward again to remind the god that he wanted to kiss but just wasn't able to at the moment. He hoped he would be granted a short break to get used to the feeling, to maybe start his own pace and ride him like he had planned on from the beginning. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God was quite amused by how well Zahabia was holding onto his pride and sanity. He was quite enjoying the view of how Zahabia tried to stiffle his moans, trying to keep quiet, but he seemed to have found himself unable to resist against the pleasure that had to course through his body in this intimate moment. When Bankei had leaned forward to whisper to his little dancer, he felt the hot breath on his skin followed by the sensation of his soft lips pressing against his own in a passing kiss. The God only embraced it as he felt Zahabia's need in it, his hands continuing to press his waist down to aid him in taking it all. Occasionally inbetween their kisses, Zahabia's facade seemed to crumble more and more as lude sounds spilled from his tasty lips, seemingly unable to continue their kiss on his own. The way the dancer leaned forward in this needy way, his eyes begging for more only enticed Bankei more. But he had to be patient. Afterall, he didn't want to break his little servant just in his first round. "Such a pretty little face..." Bankei purred, his thumb grazing over the dancers lower lips as his own glance was filled with hunger and desire. "But we are not done yet..." Bankei leaned in close to his ear to whisper, his lower hands keeping the man's waist down with his other upper arm keeping his upper body up to be able to reach his little dancer who was completely oblivious of what was about to come. Without a warning, Bankei suddenly bucked his hip up, thrusting into Zahabia as a low groan escaped his own lips, his cock twitching in anticipation. God this man felt so tight, Bankei wanted to devour him, yet he told himself to be a little more patient this time, going slow at first to savor the immense pleasure. "Come on, make those sounds for me..." Bankeis hand wandered down from his chin as he purred with a mischevous smile and deep hot breaths to rest on the obvious stomach bulge that had formed on Zahabia's delicate stomach, pressing his fingers

4:36 AM

a little more against it to see his stone mask crack further and witness turning him into a moaning drooling mess... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had in fact not been ready for more. He was overconfident in his own abilities, because he finally had managed to take the god’s entire erection, but that hadn’t been all yet. There was much more to fucking than just that and with him thinking that he would be in charge he had been wrong. The kissing and touching as well as Bankei’s compliment, which made his cheeks flush a little bit more, made his head feel like it was filled with cotton. It made him forget his surroundings for the most part. He noticed the thumb on his lip, slightly biting into it, before he licked the tip and tried to suck it further into his mouth. He didn’t come far, a sudden gasp shaking his whole body at the sudden thrust of Bankei’s hips. He could feel his insides tighten around the twitching cock inside of him, as well as his balls slapping slightly against his ass. Never before had he felt something so deep inside of him, and he wasn’t quite sure yet if it was a good feeling or not. It certainly felt overwhelming, a bit as if he had been impaled, but kind of in a good way. It felt weird, but not bad and if he had a bit longer to get used to… It may even feel good. Or at least better than most cocks he’d have so far. Bankei hadn’t cummed yet, so he was already better off than half of them. Instinctively, he had shut his eyes and thrown his head back in pleasure, a low moan still escaping his throat, as he adjusted to the new feeling. His breathing was still heavy. As were his eyes, which Zahabia managed to open just very slowly, taking a glance down towards his stomach, noticing the slight bulge. It shocked him even after thinking about it before. He hadn’t thought it's possible.

7:55 AM

Even now that he saw it, it seemed bizarre. It made him shut his eyes again and sigh lowly as he tried to steady his breaths, which was much harder because the calmer his mind became, the more prominent the throbbing cock was inside of him. As well as his own erection which strained against the fabric leaving a steadily growing damp spot behind. Zahabia grabbed Bankei's hands on his hips a bit tighter, muttering a low curse as he used them to push himself up a bit, before letting himself sink down again. He wanted to go faster to please the god to the best of his abilities, but he wasn’t able to. His legs were shaking slightly, and just this little bit of movement made him moan again. He managed to stifle it before it could get too loud, but he wouldn't be able to bring the god the pleasure he wanted just by himself, which irritated Zahabia. He hadn’t been this useless before, and it made him angry. Of course was he used to a slightly more passive role while getting funked, but he had thought he could show the man what he could expect from him. Instead, he seemed to melt on top of him, his brain turning to mush the more he felt the cock inside of him, but despite all that he didn’t want it to end. He wanted to feel more, and he hated himself for these thoughts. This was business. He wasn’t supposed to feel good. At least not this good. "Master…", Zahabia leaned for a bit more, coming awfully close to Bankei's face again, but their lips didn't connect. He just panted into his ear, while he desperately wiggled his hips, giving up on trying to do it himself and slowly embracing his fate that he would have to get pounded instead of riding the god to show his worth. "Fuck me, master!" It wasn’t even a plea anymore, more like a demand, but paired with his breathless voice it sounded a lot more needy than he wanted to. "More, master."

7:56 AM

@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The dancers reaction had been just as delightful as expected. His moans were like music to his ears, seeing his mask crumble with every second that Bankei was inside him. The hazy look in his eyes made it evident that he was certainly enjoying his time. The God grinned a little at the sight of the damp spot forming on top of Zahabia's bulge, seeing the human fumbling and squirming around as if he was trying to escape his fate, not knowing that it was now inevitable. And instead of trying to flee, Bankei witnessed his change of plans as he leaned in closer to plead and ask for more. "You are not the one to make demands here. Have you forgotten your place, greedy little human?" Bankei spoke with a low voice against the dancers ear, his hot and heavy breath brushing against the skin as the hand wandered up from the stomach bulge to Zahabia's chin again, this time with his thumb not just skimming the outside, but the further lip on the inside. Instead, with one of his thumbs from the hands still resting on his hips, he pressed it against the bulging skin, feeling his own cock twitch at the pressure. "Go on. Beg for it... and I might give you what you wish for." He whispered, a small groan coming from his lips at the pressure of his covered tip. Staying close to Zahabia's face, Bankei watched him closely with his four golden eyes, wanting to see every little lustful reaction, to hear every lude moan and pant that left his lips. Given how this had all started, the God was certain that this man had planned to seduce him with his body, but seeing this man pant and moan in this way as he was loosing his mind over his cock just from taking it, it had a feel of triumph to it that made Bankei chuckle. He couldn't wait for Zahabia to hear more of his sweet moans and pleading to get what he was desiring the most in this moment... @SirFüncelot

Begging? He wanted him to beg? Zahabia certainly would not beg. Just having him say these few lewd sentences should have been more than enough. He had decided not to say anything at all in the beginning to keep the man going. Couldn’t Bankei just fuck him and get this over with? No. Of course, he had to make demands that hurt his pride. Shamefully begging as if he were some sort of lowly whore. Didn’t the god have enough fun seeing him moan like this? Had he really to beg for some release, or could he just make him wait until his impatience got the better of the god, and he would just do it himself without the need to beg? Zahabia glared as best he could at the man through his hooded eyes. His entire appearance right now as well as the finger inside his mouth didn’t make it any easier to appear fierce, and he already imagined Bankei lowly chuckling at him because he surely would find it amusing… He tried not to think too much into it, instead circling the thumb with his tongue and continuing where he had left off before, slowly giving the god’s finger the same treatment his cock had received yesterday. It wasn’t the same and wouldn’t be nearly as pleasurable, but Zahabia still liked to show off his abilities, and right now it was a lot easier to do so because a finger wasn’t quite as big as his dick, so it was much easier to suck and lick without choking on it. Still not seeing any appeal in begging Bankei into doing what he wanted, he decided to take matters into his own hands again. Would it feel as good? Probably not. But maybe if he just teased the god for long enough, he would loosen his principles a bit. Zahabia had wanted to play according to the rules for the most part, but it would take him more than one encounter with his, by all means, not average, cock to get him to plead and beg. Even just considering doing so in the future should be enough of a compliment for him.

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But it wasn’t like the other knew that… He would just have to keep showing him how good it felt, because even that was embarrassing enough right now. Admitting to himself that it felt good enough that he may cum just from him finally thrusting inside of him… It would make him blush if his whole face hadn’t been flushed with warmth already because of the strenuous activity. Riding still wasn’t that much of an option. He mostly lifted himself bit by bit with his arms because his thighs would just give in underneath him. Most of his efforts therefore went to grinding, which felt a lot better for him personally anyway. So he didn’t mind the extra pleasure he received but feared that it would make Bankei mad again. Zahabia kept an eye on him, watching if his expression shifted or if he noticed that Zahabia was too stubborn for words but at least begged him nonverbally for more. Not just with the movements of his hips but also with the desperate gaze he sent his way, mouth still slightly open, not just because of the finger but also because the constant panting left him in need of air. And maybe if he got him slightly mad, he would still fuck him. Maybe a bit rougher if yesterday was anything to judge his temper by, but that seemed still better than receiving nothing at all, and he couldn’t imagine Bankei just pulling out and leaving. Not when he was this excited himself. They couldn’t stay like this forever. Even if they both were stubborn, someone would have to cave in and it certainly wasn’t him. Zahabia didn’t mind sweet-talking him or keeping up the role of a dumb, innocent little human, but that had long been abandoned. He couldn’t return to it that easily, even if he wanted to. “Master…”, he tried again, the desperation very clear in his voice. “Fuck me, master. Fuck me.”, Zahabia kept on repeating the words while pressing down on his hips harder and moving back and forth.

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There wasn’t a “please” or anything similar that escaped him, but maybe, just maybe, if he kept on repeating it like a mantra, it would be enough. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The way Zahabia's tongue caressed his tongue with his needy eyes resting on the God was a sight to behold. The human seemed eager to prove his worth to the God in any way yet he seemingly couldn't get him to properly beg and just recite this boring mantra while moving around on his dick. Bankei couldn't deny that it felt good, slolwy breathing a few hot breaths as he watched his dancer for a moment, giving him the opportunity to beg properly. But when no improvement seemed to show, Bankei had enough. He would make him beg, he was certain. Without another warning, Bankei thrusted his hips upwards, this time way harder, knocking the air out of this human lungs to get him to stop with his mantra. "Is that all you have to say? How disappointing." Bankei pulled Zahabia a little forward to himself with a rather cold tone of voice, his thumb pressing deeper into his mouth until Zahabia would be on the verge to gag. "I'm sure you're more creative than that. Or did my dick cause your brain to melt already before we've even properly started?" Bankei's gaze had grown cold for a moment, bis golden eyes staring cold at the little dancer with two of his hands pressing him down on his twitching member. "Come on, try again…" the cruel grin returned to his lips as he let Zahabia back off again, but kept his thumb deep in his mouth and would only remove it a little once the dancer would begin to speak. @SirFüncelot

The sudden shift in Bankei’s mood was apparent. If not right away, then as soon as he buckled his hips again, making Zahabia stop with what he was doing, pulling him back into the here and now, carefully observing what the other was doing. His plan hadn’t worked out, despite him giving his all and being nice, showing Bankei just how much he loved having him inside of him. Obviously, that hadn’t been enough. He needed to beg to satisfy the last of the god’s needs, and he already hated it. But did he have another choice? Zahabia bit the thumb inside his mouth lightly, just to make it move back a little bit, as he gritted his teeth and fixated on Bankei once more. His eyes were a little bit fiercer than before, slightly narrowed, and his brows furrowed. He pressed his teeth together as best he could, mumbling along the finger in his mouth. The first thing that escaped him was a muttered curse, to signify how displeased he was by this arrangement. Couldn’t he at least have kept on thrusting? At least a little bit while the god tortured him like this. It was followed by a quiet “Please, master. Would you please fuck me senseless?” It didn’t sound as honest as it could be; it was certainly noticeable how much Zahabia disliked being told to do this, but he still obliged. More in an attempt to save his own ass than to please the god. But if it also managed to do that… Why not? “I need it. I need you. Please move, master. Make me feel good.”, he added, slowly getting into the flow of the words. Zahabia was still a bit disgruntled, but at least he wasn’t straight-on glaring at Bankei anymore, his features slowly getting overtaken by lust again as he just couldn’t take it any longer and started to grind on the god’s cock again. He wanted to cum not really caring if he reached that point on his own.

4:30 AM

Because he would if Bankei didn’t start soon. “Ma-aster!”, he started a last desperate attempt, dragging out the word as he spoke, which was hard considering there was a finger in his mouth, but he hoped it got the point across. “Move, Master, Fuck me. Make me yours!”, Zahabia added. By now, he had to have begged enough, hadn’t he? But knowing the god, he probably relished in his pleas and wanted to hear even more of them, making him feel more embarrassed and ashamed than he had before as he added a few final words to hopefully make the god reconsider his choice. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? I said ‘please’, master. Is that not enough?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God was pleased to hear his little dancer properly start to beg despite his obvious expression of discomfort that was slowly washed away by the pleasure that seemed to take him in once more. The way Zahabia was moving on his dick let Bankei exhale a shakey hot breath as his golden eyes glinted with satisfaction. "My pretty little jewel, begging so nicely. I knew you could do it..." Bankei spoke almost tender as he sat himself a little more upright to , keeping himself slightly more up with his free arm supporting his back while he removed his wet thumb from Zahabia's lips to settle it on the dancers chin. Bankei kept the face of the dancer close to his, taking in every small detail. He wanted to devour him and now the moment had come where he wasn't able to contain himself anymore... "Now then, it is time for me to fulfill your wish..." He leaned closer to whisper into his ear, the hand from Zahabia's chin wandering to the back of the dancers neck as the God's hands pressed those pretty hips down on his erection. Zahabia would be able to feel the deep and hot breaths on his neck as Bankei began to slowly thrust into him, bucking his hips in a steady and powerful rhythm that slowly picked up in pace. His thrusts could be compared to the elegant hip movements of a belly dancer, yet they held way more power than one. It felt almost sensational, every thrust robbing Zahabia of his air with his hips getting held down so he'd take the God completely every time. Bankei was writhing in pleasure as he pounded that man's ass over and over again, more lewd soft pants and low groans from his large raven black chest erupting from his lips. His tight little hole felt insanely good. He could already feel how the pressure slowly began to increase with every thrust inside him. Soon, Bankei's body moved on autopilot, seeking after the pleasure his body longed for. He closed his eyes to savor it, his hot quivering breaths and deep rumbles of pleasure brushing against the dan

6:58 AM

cers ear. He couldn't contain himself from nuzzling his face a little closer below Zahabia's chin to take his soft skin between his teeth and slowly bite down. He placed the hickey just beneath the left side of his jaw, the soft skin between it and his neck. A sign to mark Zahabia as the God's possession... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had meant to protest and tell him off for the ridiculous pet name, but he wasn’t able to. As soon as he opened his mouth, all the air was knocked out of his lungs as the first real thrust hit him. Much deeper and much more intense than before. He felt his whole body shiver, as a slight mewl escaped him. He was sure that if Bankei didn’t press him down, he would just bounce up and down in his lap; his thrusts were too strong, too much, and still not even slightly enough despite feeling that great. He wasn’t sure what to do anymore. Whether he should embrace it or continue fighting against it. Either way, he would lose, because he certainly wouldn’t be able to win even with his stubbornness. Getting fuck licked this… Rough but yet kind of tender… It just felt nice. He had to close his eyes to not get entirely overwhelmed by Bankei’s movements, as well as his hot breath at the back of his neck. But as soon as he felt him bite down, it was over. He moaned, not really caring anymore about the resolutions he had before of pretending not to be moved by the god and his goddamn body he flaunted wherever he went. It had long been over, if he was honest. Why was he even still pretending? Zahabia had begged him to finally fuck him, and now he buried his face in his neck to muffle his moans and the soft whines that kept on escaping his mouth. He couldn’t pretend any longer that he didn’t care about this, about feeling good, about Bankei making him feel good. “Master-”, his voice was breathy, not more than a whisper. He clawed at the god’s shoulders and back, trying to find some sort of purchase to ground himself with. It still wasn’t enough. “Please master… It’s not-It’s not enough, master.”, Zahabia demanded, even though it didn’t sound like that anymore. His voice was slightly raspy, but also needy, with a desire for more. More from Bankei, more from his cock, more from everything. He wasn’t sure if it could ever be enough.

11:00 AM

At least at this moment, it wasn’t. While he kept on getting pounded by the god, he finally found a comfortable position, mostly leaning against Bankei’s chest, his face still burrowed into the crook of his neck, while he had wrapped one arm partially around his shoulders to steady himself. Zahabia’s other hand found its way between both their bodies, because he no longer was able to ignore his own need for release. As good as it did feel, it would take him too long to just cum from Bankei’s cock, and it wasn’t guaranteed. Especially if the god didn’t even acknowledge the existence of Zahabia’s erection. It was even less likely that he would touch him, even if he begged for it, so he took it upon himself. Zahabia wrapped his skilled fingers around his cock, using the movements of him bouncing atop of Bankei to create the necessary friction to get himself off, while he got fucked. It felt even better like this, making him see small dots of light dance before his eyes, so he closed them again. Breathing heavily against the god’s skin, occasionally opening his mouth to moan, using this opportunity to lick and kiss the skin he could reach. He made sure to leave no marks, because Zahabia felt like that could be another reason Bankei could get mad. But with his face being somewhere entirely different, it made kissing the god hard, even if he wanted to. Bankei continued with his fast thrusts, bringing him closer and closer to the edge, until he could finally feel himself tense and twitch in the god’s hands. He was pushed down upon his cock one final time, as he buckled his hips, thrusting up into his own hand before he came, shooting ropes of cum against Bankei’s chest and onto his own clothes. A nearly silent scream left his lips that sounded oddly similar to the word ‘master’ he had been calling out the whole time already.

11:01 AM

Zahabia slumped forward a bit, resting while he felt the last waves of pleasure leave his body. The pounding was now getting a bit uncomfortable, but he just hoped it wouldn’t take much longer for Bankei to cum. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zahabia's reaction had been as delightful as expected. His little mewls and moans he tried so desperately to muffle only enticed Bankei even more as he kept his pace and did not hold back on his powerful thrusts. Seeing his little dancer turn into a moaning begging mess only made him only eager to continue more. He'd let Zahabia rest against his chest as the God fucked him without any sign of hesitation. The way his insides wrapped around his big hard cock creating this overwhelming sensation and friction was heavenly. Bankei couldn't get enough of it. Closing his eyes for a moment, Bankei let his head roll back a little, his own lude groans and hot pants coming from his lips as he lost himself to this pleasure more and more. Every small touch and lick of the dancer, every little hot breath against his skin made Bankei shiver in pleasure. He kept his hand on the dancers back of the neck, tightening his grip a little once he felt himself coming closer. Yet Bankei was not that far gone yet to not notice where Zahabia's hand had been wandering, but he didn't care in this moment. He did not care about what his dancer said. He only chased after his own desire and the words only fueled him more. From the way the human's back arched, how his moans and breath quickened, the God knew that Zahabia was thriving in pleasure that would soon lead to his sweet release. He couldn't hold his own deep groan as he felt the man's insides tighten up and spasm around his cock, letting the God himself thrive in immense pleasure that tipped him almost over the edge. He could feel the hot sensation of the humans load run down his chest when Zahabia had reached his climax and slumped against him seemingly exhausted but that didn't stop Bankei from continuing. In fact, Bankei only increased the pace of his thrusts more and more, pounding the man with even higher intensity while feeling the pressure inside him built up more and more until... His grip tightened around the man's waist and

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neck, pressing Zahabia's face against his chest as the God got hit by his own sweet release, a deep growl of pleasure sounding between his hot and heavy pants. His cock began to throb intensly for a moment until he shot his hot load of semen into the man, filling him up not so short after Zahabia had experienced his climax. The God's tight grip prevented the dancer to pull away to make sure he took every drop, but besides his efforts it began to leak out on the edges. With the warm waves of pleasure still coursing through his body and his still slightly quickened breathing, Bankei kept Zahabia close to his chest as he calmed his breathing a little. Although the God had just experienced a great ride, he did not seem as exhausted as the human, as if he had even more energy to use, an indicator on his godly nature @SirFüncelot

To make it short, Zahabia was utterly exhausted. He had just gotten out of bed. Like what? An hour ago or so? And he was already sticky, sweaty, spent, and tired. Certainly he hadn’t imagined his first day like this. He had imagined it a lot more relaxed, but after yesterday… It should have been expected. And most men he had worked with had liked to break their newest toy in during the first few days. It shouldn’t be that surprising. But it was. Maybe because he hadn’t expected the god to actually be this gentle, to kind of value him more than just a nice accessory. It was strange, but also somehow nice. He may get used to it, but he probably shouldn’t. Not with him having a knack for annoying people beyond reason. It certainly wouldn’t stay like this forever, would it? Even Bankei’s tight grip didn’t hurt. They felt hot on his skin and held him in place, but they weren’t unpleasant, so he didn’t mind too much getting shoved against his chest and pressed down onto the throbbing cock. Feeling the other cum inside of him certainly felt a bit overstimulating, with his whole body still being rather sensitive, but he didn’t hate it. Feeling the hot cum shoot inside of him, filling him up, made him moan again. Mostly out of pleasure and slightly because of discomfort. Zahabia just closed his eyes and breathed through most of it, settling on maybe liking the feeling of getting filled up like this a bit. But he would have to see what the future would bring until he was able to come to a final decision. After resting for a short while and just listening to the god’s pants and his quickened heartbeat, he opened his eyes again, looking up towards his face with a small grin on his lips. Zahabia felt like he wasn’t able to move off of him yet, his legs still feeling wobbly and as if there wasn’t any strength inside of them, but that wouldn’t stop hip from maybe teasing Bankei a little more. Not in a particularly bad way,

3:33 AM

but maybe in one that he may be able to like. He began placing a light kiss on the god’s chest, right next to his pierced nipple, one of the few places he could reach without moving too much because even for that he felt too tired. And Bankei had enjoyed it as he had touched it before, so if he were to place his lips close to it… Zahabia didn’t want to get him going again; he just gave him a small taste of what might come his way in the future if he managed to keep him interested for long enough. “Did you enjoy it, your majesty? Was it to your satisfaction?”, he asked, his voice still hoarse, before he swirled his tongue around Bankei's right nipple, most prominently feeling the piercing in stark contrast to the warm and rather soft skin, but he didn’t mind. He could play with it, touch it with the tip of his tongue, and move it slightly before he placed a kiss right on top of it and let his head sink down against his chest again. At least he knew how to do this, but everything before? He even begged… How low could one sink? Zahabia would certainly need to figure this out later, but right now he felt too lazy and tired for anything else. He felt like he could fall asleep right here and now, with Bankei being warm enough, so he wouldn’t even need a blanket. Zahabia mumbled a few more things that didn’t sound like much, mostly praising the god with sweet nothings about how good he had felt and how he wanted to do this again soon. He even bit back one of his nastier comments about Bankei making him beg, and he felt proud because of that. Still, it was mostly standard protocol. Nothing too sincere, even though he couldn’t deny that it had felt good and that he didn’t mind resting like this a bit longer. Not that he would tell the god that to his face. These thoughts were too embarrassing to share openly. They would leave him just too vulnerable and would stroke Bankei’s ego too much for his own good.

3:33 AM

But that didn’t stop him entirely from complimenting him a bit more earnestly, and maybe also offering a little demand for the future as well. “You’re thrusting felt good at the end, master, despite you forcing me to say those things…”, he mumbled against the skin of his chest, huffing slightly, too tired to even look up at him again. Zahabia really had to fight to keep himself awake. Maybe he should try getting up, before he succumbed to the feeling entirely, so he forced himself to slightly wiggle his legs in place, ready to put some distance between them as soon as Bankei’s iron grip on his hips lessened. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God kept himself layed down, feeling Zahabia's body on his broad chest. The feel of his weight and slowly slowing down breathing somehow felt almost calming until he heard Zahabia talking. It made Bankei open his eyes again and actually look down at the human resting against his chest. "You did well for the first time." He noted, mildly pleased with a small grin on his lips when he felt Zahabia's tongue teasing his pierced nipple, making him close his eyes for a moment until he felt the dancer resting against his chest again. Most of Zahabia's comments passed by him, feeling how they were heartless and only meant to please the God. Only at the note of how Bankei had forced him to beg, the God felt really interested again to toy with him further. "Don't lie to yourself. I saw how you enjoyed to say those words for me. Your look said it all." He teased him further with his mischevous grin, tipping the man's chin up to make him meet the God's gaze. "I will make sure that in the future, many more of those will leave your pretty lips." Bankie had bowed forward close to whisper into his ear, the grin even evident in his voice before he pulled back to settle himself a little more upright. He caught on to the feel of Zahabia wiggling on top of him and despite how Bankei was still inside of him and despite that it felt very pleasant, slowly the God had to get his day started. It was still morning afterall. After a moment, his two strong hands that were still settled on the dancers hips, grabbed Zahabia a little tighter to let Bankei pull out with a small groan. The human was so filled up with his load that even some of it spilled right out of his loosened up hole and onto his clothes that were already a big mess, additionally with his chest being a total mess. Yet Bankei did not say any further and settled the dancer back down on the couch once Bankei had moved his long legs aside. In silence, the God now got up, pulling his pants fully up again with his back towar

11:15 AM

ds Zahabia, giving him a good view at his well defined shoulders once he rolled and flexed his four massive shoulders a little after all this action. "Eat. Take whatever satisfies your cravings." He only said, waving his upper right hand lazily over his shoulder on his way to the nearby door, not even turning around to look at Zahabia and leaving him in the unknown wether he would call for his little dancer later on or not. @SirFüncelot

Even though he didn’t really want to see the god any more today, watching him leave did feel strange. Zahabia kind of expected them to stay a bit longer like this. Maybe teasing him a bit more, or just enjoying the warmth of his chest, which made him feel all cozy and nice. He wouldn’t say that he was that exhausted, but dozing off for a bit had seemed very enticing. It never happened, though. Instead, he got to watch Bankei show off, flexing his back muscles, which made him roll his eyes in return. He didn’t say his goodbyes, only watching him leave, too focused on the last two things he had said. Food. For a moment, he had forgotten how hungry he had been, but now it slowly came back to him. His legs still felt wobbly, and he had to hold onto the couch while he got up to not topple over right then and there, but Zahabia was determined to eat. Who knew how long he had before someone would start cleaning up. He better be quick, or at least as quick as possible, because stumbling and with the strange sensation of cum dripping down his legs didn’t make him especially fast. Bankei hadn’t even offered him a bath… He would have to look for that on his own later on, but right now, food was more important. Zahabia ignored most of the fruits and other small snacks, grabbing himself a plate of meat and two pieces of flatbread, taking them with him back to the couch, and making himself comfortable. Without caring too much about how he looked, he just devoured it, making sure to eat his fill. With him not knowing if breakfast would continue to be his only meal or if he hadn’t received anything yesterday because he had annoyed the god too much, he wasn’t taking any chances, going so far as to grab seconds from the other plates, indulging himself in exotic fruits and desserts. At least it didn’t taste bad, quite the opposite, really. Everything seemed rather tasty, which was expected from the god’s food.

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He probably wouldn’t eat anything disgusting. Zahabia wouldn’t mind eating like this every day. It certainly felt nice. He felt quite full, but also very good, like he was walking among clouds, as he laid back on the cushioned chair that provided more than enough room for him. He thought about napping here for a moment, but decided against it. He should probably return to his rooms in case Bankei called for him, and to get himself cleaned and changed. Zahabia probably smelled, and the cum had also started to dry on his lower body, making him feel sticky and even more disgusting. So he slowly got up, looking around once more, deciding to take some of the food for later. It would probably get tossed anyway, so he was certain no one would mind if he picked through the most delicious snacks, putting a few grapes and other small fruits, as well as some of the sweet snacks, into one of the bowls. He grabbed it tightly, not intending to let anyone take it from him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

It had been a while after Bankei had left, about 15 minutes of time for Zahabia to enjoy his meal until a knock sounded at the door. They got soon pushed open shortly after about 10 servants entered, passing Zahabia without really looking at him and began occupying themselves by collecting and stacking all the empty bowls and plates that were still spread over the table. Only one servant seemed to pay direct attention to the dancer. "My liege..." a thin female voice sounded as a woman now stood at the side of the couch. It was a young woman, mid 20's and tanned skin, her long black hair together in one long braid that ran over her shoulder. She was wearing a sari, white and gold to fit the atmosphere of the God's palace. The most noticeable thing about her though was her golden arm that started just below the elbow length, decorated with small and on the distance almost unrecognizable patterns. Despite the condition Zahabia had been left, she seemed unfazed by the way he was downing his food, but she seemed pretty nervous while approaching him from the way she had folded her hands in front of her dress. She stood there and waited for Zahabia to speak... @SirFüncelot

The sudden knock startled him, making him look up from his platter of food and towards his food. Zahabia wasn’t quite sure who or what he had expected, but it certainly hadn’t been a dozen servants or so that began cleaning up the table. Didn’t they see that he was still eating? Apparently, that didn’t seem to matter. Maybe he was expected to eat in his room? But wouldn’t Bankei have told him that? Probably not. As if he would have mentioned an important detail like that… He was on his way to gather what he had left and leave before anyone got the idea to take his bowls too. Before he was able to do so, though, he was interrupted. A woman began speaking to him, making him raise an eyebrow in confusion. Liege? Had he become some sort of nobleman overnight? Or was it because he was Bankei’s new dancer? Anything else wouldn’t make sense, but it still felt very weird. As if they were alienated from one another, despite being very close in age. She could maybe even be older than him, but if she was, he couldn’t tell. Zahabia let his eyes wander across her face and clothes, finally settling on the strangely constructed arm she had. He wasn’t sure what it was. He had never seen anything like it, and he had seen many strange things in his life. “I don’t think there is any reason to call me that. I’m not of noble birth or high social standing.”, Zahabia clarified, grabbing the bowl he held a bit tighter and trying to hide it behind his back. He wasn’t sure why she had approached him, but he feared it was to take his things, and he certainly wouldn’t have that. The next time, he would leave as soon as he got the chance, taking as much as he could carry. He didn’t want to risk a similar scenario. “If you’ll excuse me, I’ll take my leave now. Keep up the good work, I won’t be in the way of it.”

9:01 AM

With that, he walked past her, making his way to the door, determined to leave. Zahabia wasn’t quite sure where exactly his room was because he had been taken here, but it really couldn’t be that hard to find. And if it was, he may stumble across something interesting while searching, even though right now he just wanted to wash himself and change. Maybe he should postpone the exploration to a later point in time when his legs felt less stiff and achy. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The first words the servant spoke already seemed to take big parts of her confidence, but once he saw Zahabia getting up to leave a hint of panic was visible on her face. "Oh um... would you like me to address you differently then?" She asked while the dancer walked past him, but once he mentioned that he actually took his leave, she abruptly and quickly went after her master. "Please w-wait... my liege. I- I was assigned as your personal servant to help you find your way around the palace and... it is my duty to stay by your side and take care of you at all times." She spoke while walking half behind Zahabia, trying not to walk past him as a sign of respect. Yet she still seemed quite stiff and nervous, almost a little intimated by Zahabia's confidence. @SirFüncelot

Hearing her follow him made Zahabia roll his eyes and sigh. He abruptly stopped in the middle of the hallway, making her walk into him slightly before he turned around with another exhausted sigh. Wasn’t there someone else who could do that for him? Why her? He could already feel her getting on his nerves. Not just because she kept on calling him ‘my liege’ but also because of her demeanor. Didn’t she have a spine? Zahabia sighed again, needing every bit of restraint to not just walk away faster and hopefully leave her behind. She knew the palace better than him, and at least that skill was useful to him right now. “You can just call me Zahabia or anything else, really. Just not something fancy like that.”, he stated, hoping that she didn’t have any other suggestions like this, because if she started to call him ‘my lord’ or something similarly silly, he would certainly lose the last bit of patience he had. He was too exhausted for this. “Did Bankei tell you to do that?”, Zahabia asked, not afraid to use the man’s name as long as he wasn’t around. He surely wouldn’t be calling him master among the other servants. They surely knew his name and called him in the same manner when they were among themselves. Unless they used some other less friendly terms to refer to him, "Lead the way, then. I’m in need of a bath.”, he informed her, following after the woman, even though he was mostly walking alongside her, occasionally glancing at her clothes, which seemed a lot less revealing than his own. Bankei didn’t seem to prefer all of his workers half-naked. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A small squeak came from the girl as she walked against the abruptly stopping Zahabia, looking up at him to only witness his annoyance. "Of course... Zahabia." She made a small excusing bow, raising her head at his next question. "Y-Yes. Our majesty send me to stay by your side and make sure that you're taken care of during his absence." She spoke quietly, a little bit more steady now than earlier. "Of course. Follow me then... please..." she bowed her head again, waving to two other servants with her golden hand which the Two immediate scattered to prepare the bath. After a moment of walking, the girl's eyes fell on the bowl of food that Zahabia was still carrying. "Should I... perhaps take this for you...Zahabia?" She asked hesitantly, slightly pointing and looking towards the bowl, unsure how her new master would react. She obviously hadn't gotten used to calling her new master by his real name. @SirFüncelot (edited)

‘Our majesty’? Would everyone in this place be as stuck up as her, or had Bankei chosen this woman for a specific reason? To annoy him further? He could imagine it quite well in his mind, which in turn only made him sigh again, thinking about how exhausting this was going to be. At least she didn’t seem to talk much besides what was expected of her; this would give him a bit of peace to relax and rest. Zahabia wasn’t sure if he preferred a more talkative person, but he usually liked doing all the talking. When he wasn’t feeling like a camel had just trampled over him, with some of his muscles still kind of stiff and aching. The bath really did seem like the nicest option available. Zahabia followed beside her, subconsciously grabbing the bowl a bit tighter and trying to hide it behind him as she felt her eyes wander down onto it. He tensed as she heard her speak, gripping it even tighter, fearing to shatter it with his grip. He raised his head to stare daggers at her, grumbling, displeased at the prospect of getting it taken from him. “No! It’s quite alright. I can carry it on my own. There is no need for you to take it from me!”, Zahabia’s voice sounded harsh and stern, showing how much he hated the thought of giving up the last bit of food he had managed to secure. She would probably just toss it away. Rich people and their servants always had such strange views on food. As if it turned poisonous by just sitting outside for half an hour… Just the bath made him worry. What if she let it get taken away while he wasn’t watching? He certainly couldn’t take it with him into the water. But how was he supposed to keep it safe, then? Zahabia could eat it, but he still felt rather full from eating just now. He had wanted to savor this for as long as possible, but maybe that wasn’t an option? “If you are supposed to take care of me, are you also in charge of bringing me food?

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Or is that something Bankei will have to allow me first?”, he finally asked, still sounding unfriendly and not intending on letting the bowl go, but this may come in handy in the future. Maybe there wasn’t a reason for him to be hoarding food like a hamster. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The girl flinched a little at the harsh tone, quickly taking her hands back in front of her dress and lowering her head. "O-okay. My apologies." She mumbled as she kept walking towards the bath. "Yes. We will provide food for you at any time and other things you might need. If there's anything you need, p-please don't hesitate to call on me." She tried to collected herself a little more, even trying to give the man a shy smile, but noticed how Zahabia seemed to be annoyed by her behavior. "I'm sorry if I... don't really seem up to your standards." She apologized with a quieter voice, almost sad. "Our head servant thought it was a good idea to assign me as your servant as one of my first bigger tasks around the palace besides cleaning and such." She chuckled a little nervously. "She thought it might help me to get a little more... confident with spending more time around people..." she spoke a little quieter, looking away until she seemed to have noticed what she just had all said. "O-oh, my apologies. I probably shouldn't have... said all that." She looked at Zahabia in embarrassment, looking away after a small bow as she just kept walking. @SirFüncelot

There was food? More? Whenever he needed? Had yesterday just been a lesson, or an extent of his punishment? Zahabia felt stupid for taking the bowl with him. Trying to fit as much as possible into it, and even going so far as to shout at her. But with all the wealth around him… To receive none of that… It had made him worry, even feel a little bit of fear. It had made him lose his composure, and he felt slightly bad for startling her like that. She was just doing her work, and the possibility that there were any ulterior motives involved was very slim. Maybe he was slowly turning paranoid? “Sorry… I shouldn’t have screamed at you like that.”, Zahabia felt the back of his neck and the tip of his ears burn slightly with embarrassment, as he apologized to her. He was still too proud to give her the bowl, but at least that felt like the right thing to do. Especially with how insecure she seemed. He didn’t want her to feel bad or worry because he didn’t trust Bankei. That surely should not extend to everyone else around him. They were humans after all and probably lived under the same kind of pressure of trying not to step on the god’s feet or anger him. Zahabia should at least try to get along with them. It could only be helpful in the future. “How do I call for you? Do I need to ring a bell or find someone who will get you, or will you just stick around the whole time, following me wherever I go?”, he finally asked, not even mentioning the small slip-up. That would only embarrass her further and take away more of her confidence. That certainly wasn’t his intention. Instead, Zahabia just pretended as if nothing ever happened, changing the direction in another direction. “What am I supposed to call you anyway? I don’t think I’ve gotten your name yet.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

"Don't worry about it. A new place like this can be scary at times." The girl smiled a little as she kept walking. "Mostly i'll try to keep as close to you as possible, but if i'm not around you'll have a bell that you can ring for me." After only a few more turns, soon they reached the larger pair of doors to Zahabia's room. The girl was just about to open the door when she heard Zahabia ask for her name. "Oh- my name? It's Suraja..." she turned her hand to give him a small shy smile before pushing open those two doors. The room itself did not change, but there seemed to be a new door at one of the walls. Suraja led the dancer through it into a smaller hallway before they reached a new room. It was a new bath, spacious and the structures covered in Mosaic. The main attention and space filling in was a square pool, the mosaic even stretching beneath the water and covering every inch. "Our Highness thought that it wad a good idea to give you a space to relax and clean you up after he requested... your services." She explained, her last words being a little more silent with her cheeks growing a little hot in embarrassment. "Another servant will bring you towels shortly. I'll be outside waiting." Suraja made a little bow before she stepped outside the hallway, about to close the door. @SirFüncelot

Suraja… Certainly an interesting name, but he didn’t get to ponder it much more, realizing the new door across the room that hadn’t been there before. Had Bankei done that? Probably. Did that mean he had been to his room? Or could he just shift rooms with his thoughts? Zahabia had a lot of unanswered questions that he would never ask anyone. Maybe besides Suraja, but he wasn’t sure if she would know the answer. She seemed to know a lot, but certainly not everything, right? He tried not to think too hard about it, walking into the room more, setting down the bowl on his nightstand, and slowly starting to undress himself, only stopping as he noticed Suraja step outside. The top half of his outfit was already undone and revealed most of his chest, as well as the hickey Bankei had left on his neck, as he turned around towards her. “I thought you were supposed to help me and make my life easier.”, he complained, not upset, but with a slightly harsher tone in his voice. “My back and hair aren’t going to wash themselves.” “I don’t mind you seeing me naked; if you’re going to stick around me, that’s eventually going to happen anyway. Better get used to it now, while I’m just bathing.”, Zahabia added, fidgeting with the lower part of his outfit a bit before finally removing it in its entirety, just throwing it to the ground, soon followed by his soaked undergarments. “If you’re not comfortable with that, then send for someone who is.” With that, he turned around, stepping over the pile of clothes and down into the warm water. A sound of pure bliss left his lips, as he lowered himself into it, feeling his tense muscles relax and the aching stop, as he just laid there, eyes closed, waiting for steps to signal that someone had arrived to help him get cleaned. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Suraja was just about to close the door behind her when she flinched a little once she heard Zahabia's order to return and assist him. "Oh umm... I mean- yes... of course..." she seemed to fumble a little over her words before she came back in and closed the door behind her to assist him in any way Zahabia wished. At first she couldn't but stare a little when she saw this man slowly undress himself fully, but after a moment of realization, she looked away quickly, heading over to a table that held a wide sort of tray with lots of different bottles and bowls filled with aromatic herbs and spices. She kneeled herself on the edge of the pool, carefully setting the tray next to herself before she picked up a small empty golden bowl from it, reaching foreward to fill it with the water of the pool and carefully proceeded to empty it over Zahabia's lower part of his long green hair that she'd lifted up with her other hand. Slowly and with lightly shakey hands, Suraja proceeded on massaging a few ointments into his hair, slowly helping to get the man all cleaned up in akward silence. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia could feel her stare at him, which made him smile. He knew he looked good, and this realization did wonders for his slightly cracked ego from before. Begging to get fucked… How far he had come… He certainly would make Bankei pay him back for that, but how he wasn’t sure yet. He seemed so high and mighty, and his powers certainly made it hard to get to him, especially if Zahabia angered him. Even while doing his best, he had only managed to make him a little bit of his composure… This was going to be much harder than he had thought. He enjoyed getting his hair washed by just leaning back, closing his eyes, and doing absolutely nothing himself. How he had missed the luxury of servants. They certainly made life a lot easier, and at least in that regard, Bankei was an absolute catch. He had anything Zahabia could wish for and even offered it to him willingly. Just for that little bit of comfort, he would try his best to stay here as long as possible. Not having to worry about clothes, food, or a place to sleep certainly was a rather nice thing. “So… How is Bankei usually? Is he as much of an ass as I think he is?”, Zahabia finally broke the silence after contemplating whether he should start with the question that had burned on his tongue this whole time or not. In the end, he opted for yes, because really… What was the worst thing that could happen? Bankei barging in because he had called him an ass? This certainly was one of the nicer words he would use to describe him, and he only did that because he feared Suraja would get even more uncomfortable if he used anything more vulgar. “Does he have other dancers I need to compete with?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

While Suraja was working on untangling and cleaning Zahabia's hair, few other servants went in and out of the bath to bring in various towels or put any further oils into the water. Somehow the girl was relived when Zahabia broke the silence with this rather direct question. "No he's not-..." she immediately began to defend her master before she seemed to be able to stop herself and calm her tone of voice after mumbling a quiet apology. "I mean...he can be quite scary... and a little mean sometimes, but he is not always this way. He can be kind if you get to know him a bit more and get past his hard golden outer shell." While she was talking, she went on to go with a fine comb through Zahabia's long hair to untangle it. "He gave every of us servants a second chance when everyone else had given up on us. We are all grateful for the life he provides for us here and are glad to serve him in this way as a sign of our gratitude. " a shy smile formed on her lips as she talked along with the tone of her voice which softened during the end, her own eyes drawn back to her golden prosthetics. "There is no other dancer here. You are the only one to entertain his Majesty personally." She just answered the question as she put down the comb and reached for the small golden bowl again to rinse out the access oil out of the dancer's hair. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia couldn’t help but huff slightly at her statement. Hard shell? If this man was truly nice, then he had to be wearing goddamn armor above his shell, because there was no way that was true. Even after only knowing him for barely two days, he was already pretty sure about that particular impression he had. But maybe it was different for the servants. Bankei surely wasn’t having sex with them or making them entertain him. Maybe he was just peculiar in that regard, not feeling like a friendly relationship between the two of them would be beneficial. Not that Zahabia minded it… He wasn’t particularly interested in becoming friends with him, either. This was work, after all. Her second answer, on the other hand… It made him a lot more happy. Having no competition made his life easier for the most part, but also a lot harder because he would be the only one who had to entertain Bankei and keep all of his desires sated. Zahabia should certainly rest as long as he still had the chance to do so, not knowing when he would be called upon again. Some other things still interested him, though. “But there have been others before. Why does he keep looking for new ones? Does he keep on breaking them?”, he asked, biting back the comment he had wanted to make about Bankei being well-endowed. That certainly wasn’t something Suraja would be interested in. It would just make her blush more, and as cute as that looked, she was finally seeming to grow a little more comfortable, and he didn’t want to destroy that right away again. After another few minutes of silence, he added another question that wouldn’t leave his mind. “What’s up with your arm anyway? It doesn’t look like a piece of armor, but it does move. Is it some sort of his weird magic? Will I get something like that too?”, Zahabia asked, hoping these questions weren’t getting too personal because they truly interested him.

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Not only because he feared for his own arms and legs, but also because it seemed like a rather strange device. Peg legs weren’t unheard of, but moving arms made from gold? Those were certainly new to him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

"We're never quite sure. Our Highness has quite the... impulsive personality. Some of his previous dancers refused his orders constantly while others just didn't seem to suit his taste." Suraja answered the dancers question while finishing rinsing out his hair and putting it up with a pretty flower needle before reaching over to a soft sponge in a bowl. She had begun scrubbing his back carefully but somehow froze for a quick moment at tne note to her arm. "Oh- um... it's a magical prosthetic that his Highness has gifted me when he took me in as his servant. It moves like a normal hand does, even if my real one has been long gone." She answered after a moment, considering if she should tell him more.. "Back then, I grew up on the poor streets of another city. A street vendor there had chopped my hand off when he caught me stealing food, back then when I was still a child. I was desperate and starving and decided I had no other choice but to do so..." she stopped for a moment, her voice tainted with a sort of sadness as if she was reliving those memories piece by piece. "But Bankei had found me. He saved me and took me in despite my actions and bad condition. He gave me a new purpose and for that I'm eternally grateful to him." Suraja continued her work as her tone got more cheerful again, even smiling to herself a little as she took care of Zahabia. She couldn't explain why she felt so eager to tell him this personal, but she did and hoped it did not anger the dancer further. @SirFüncelot

Apparently, it was very much a possibility to take this game too far. As Zahabia had noticed already. Bankei didn't mind him having a mind of his own occasionally, but it certainly shouldn’t happen all the time. Despite always being obedient and nice, kissing his ass and listening to everything he had to say seemed like the most boring thing possible. He would still take it to heart. And Surajas past made it quite clear that he hadn’t always been such an asshole. Maybe he just kept his nice side a lot better hidden. Because surely… Who took in a dirty rat from the street, no questions asked? Sure, there were places like that, but those were rarely fancy palaces. It made Zahabia understand the fairy tales about these places a little bit better. Maybe his mother had at least been partially right. Maybe it wasn't that bad. Feeling a lot more refreshed after his bath, finally feeling clean again, and with a lot of the aches gone, Zahabia got dressed, making Suraja pick one of the more modest outfits that didn't scream "fuck my brains out" right away. He still wasn't sure what he was supposed to do now, but after everything that had happened before breakfast, he felt like a nap would be appropriate. To gather his strength for whatever Bankei had still planned for him. He should certainly ask if there were days he wasn’t working. Not that he had anything to do on his free days yet, but just knowing they were available was something. Talking a little bit more with Suraja while she helped him put his hair into a more manageable state, brushing and braiding it for him. Soon after, Zahabia instructed her to get him if Bankei was in need of his abilities, otherwise asking her to wake him later in the day, so she could maybe give him a small tour of the place if she had the time to do so. Otherwise, he would take a look around on his own.

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Hoping that not everything constantly shifted like the bathroom door in his room had done, or he would certainly still get lost, despite getting a better feel for the place. Finally, lying down felt great, and it didn’t take long for him to fall asleep, dreaming of strange golden halls and mechanical arms. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A few hours later Suraja knocked hesitantly on the doors to Zahabia's chambers before slowly pushing them open to enter. "Um... Zahabia? I come to wake you up since it's been about 3 hours now. Would you like me to give you a little tour and show you around the palace?" She asked carefully, not wanting to upset the man while he was still sleeping or waking up at least. @SirFüncelot

It took a while for Zahabia to realize who was in his room and why, as he rose from his pillow, eyes still half closed and more asleep than awake. "Am awake. Gimme me a second... Yes… Please…", he answered, rubbing his eyes to hopefully wake up a bit more, before squinting at Suraja. He should have felt well rested, but he didn’t. It felt more like someone had dragged him through the mud and left him out in the rain to sleep. Maybe a nap hadn’t been that good of an idea after all. After a few stretches and finally getting out of bed, he grabbed a slightly stale pastry from the bowl he had secured before, gesturing for Suraja to lead the way and slowly following after her. She showed him around, leading Zahabia through long hallways, past a large courtyard with a fountain, benches, and small flower beds. They passed a few people; all of them appeared to be servants, but Zahabia was glad that he didn’t have to introduce himself to them. A slight bow was enough most of the time as they continued. Suraja showed him the dance hall and audience chamber, the kitchen, and the room Bankei usually took his meals in. She showed him to a rather large garden that took Zahabia’s breath away. He couldn’t even see where it ended. Just soft green grass, lush trees, and flowers upon flowers. Everything seemed to hum with bees and birds that fluttered about, making him gaze at them in awe. It took a lot to get him to move on and not just stay here for the rest of the day. The last portion of their tour was reserved for the part of the palace where Bankei spent most of his time in. He was shown the door to his private chamber, the room where he worked most of the time, his private bath, as well as a door leading up to a tower. Suraja didn’t grant him permission to peek inside any of them, despite him asking to do so several times, annoying him slightly, but he would get to see their insides soon anyway…

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Bankei surely wouldn’t keep calling him to random rooms across the palace when he had perfectly acceptable others already. Lastly, there was a lone double door, a lot bigger than the other ones they had seen so far, which had already been impressive. Surprisingly, this time Suraja said nothing as he stepped forward to push the door open, only stepping aside and bowing her head lightly. She didn’t even offer an explanation of what he had to expect behind the doors, but it wasn’t really needed after all. As soon as he pushed against the left door, which required surprisingly little strength at all, he could glance inside a giant room, filled with bookshelves upon bookshelves. Several galleries reached up high to an even higher ceiling, with the bookshelves standing taller than three men. Zahabia would lie if he said he wasn’t impressed. He had never seen this many books gathered in one place, which led him to believe Bankei must own a copy of each book that existed. How else was he supposed to have this many? Taken aback by this splendor, Zahabia managed to not notice the tall man sitting in a cushioned chair a bit further in the back, reading, for a solid minute or so, before he glanced at him, furrowing his brow. He wasn’t too excited to see him this soon again, still a bit mad because of what happened before. He didn’t want to make a scene and just leave quietly. Unless this had been some sort of plan from the beginning? He glanced back at Suraja fixating her, to determine if she had led him here on purpose or if it had just been a coincidence that Bankei was here too. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

It wasn't unusual for Bankei to spend part of his day in his library, indulging himself in the knowledge that was held in those countless pages and scrolls. He was certain by now that he'd almost read everything of it, but even in his years he wandered the earth, he still discovered new books and myths in every shelf. Before Zahabia had entered the hall, he had a heated argument with few of his devoted scollars who were granted access to all the knowledge in this place. It was only a small philosophical discussion, leaving all of the scholars in tact before Bankei summoned a book along with several scrolls to fly out of the shelves towards him. The God had managed to immerse himself into the words of humans as he'd made himself comfortable in a well cushioned chair, analyzing the writing in the book with several scrolls circling Bankei like orbits to grant him the view into their knowledge with just a simple glance. As he was reading he occasionally checked one of the longer scrolls, letting his fingers glide over the old paper as if he was comparing the content of both writings. This time Bankei seemed a little more casual dressed, having put on another pair of loose pants and some fabric draped over his left shoulder along with having kept his piercings and few body chains. His raven black hair was bound together in a high messy bun, few strings peeking out from the side. Bankei had not expected nore planned to meet his little dancer again before calling on him. While his four open eyes seemed occupied with the books and scrolls, once Zahabia had entered Bankei knew that he was here. A small grin curled along his lips as he remained seated. "My my, look who we have here. I hope you enjoyed your rest." He spoke after a moment, crossing his legs, one of his lower arms holding the book while one upper arm was draped behind his head. With his other free hands he used his fingers to keep track of the scrolls around him. "Did you enjoy your new bath as well? I wa

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nt to make sure that my little jewel is kept in best condition afterall." He chuckled and tilted his head to the side a little, interested how Zahabia would react to their unexpected meeting. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia couldn’t read Suraja’s expression, and before he could quietly leave the room again to talk with her, he heard Bankei’s very familiar voice call out to him. How had he managed to notice him? He had seemed so absorbed in his strange scrolls and books. Zahabia hadn’t even seen him glance in his direction or ever take his eyes off of his papers. Maybe he truly could sense where he was due to these strange markings on his neck. Despite him vigorously trying to get them off before, they stayed, and they needed to have some sort of purpose. Why else would he have them? None of the other servants had anything similar. It had to be special for him, but why? He would need to ask Suraja about it later… The nickname made Zahabia cringe. He faintly remembered hearing it before, but apparently he had been too absorbed in… well… their activities to really care about that. He wasn’t too sure what to think of it. There certainly were worse names one could be called, but that didn’t mean Zahabia would allow it. At least not without any kind of resistance. He had a name, after all, that he could use instead. Not everyone liked to be called by fancy titles, like some certain god who had to rub his almighty power into the faces of everyone he met. “It was quite nice, master.”, Zahabia answered, unsure what else to say because he couldn’t think of anything wrong with it. It fulfilled all his desires, and talking it bad probably wasn’t the best thing if he wanted to keep these privileges. Instead, he made his way over to Bankei, swaying his hips and cursing the outfit he had chosen. If he had known he would run into him, he wouldn’t have chosen the modest option. Well… He would have to make do with what he had at hand, not entirely sure what he wanted to achieve with this. “I’ve been to roomier baths before. Yours is certainly much bigger than mine. I wasn’t allowed to see it.

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Will you take me there some day?”, he finally answered, reaching where Bankei was sitting. Zahabia glanced up at the floating scrolls and papers, hesitantly poking at one of them with his finger. It moved slightly before bouncing right back where it had floated before, making him furrow his brows. Magic surely was a strange thing… How was he even doing that? Would they fall if he distracted him enough? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Like most humans when they witnessed his magic, Zahabia seemed completely fascinated by Bankei's bit of magic he used to keep the overview over his books and scrolls. Unconsciously, it brought a small grin to Bankeis face, like he was proud of it. At Zahabia's question to visit Bankei's private bath chambers, the God chuckled a little at the boldness of his request. "That depends on wether you're able to fulfill my desires in the future." He gave Zahabia a smug little grin, not saying yes but also not denying the possibility. "Tell me my little jewel, can you read or write?" Bankei asked a little more curious, tilting his head to the side a little. Some of the servants couldn't once they arrived first at the palace, but for Bankei it was the perfect moment for this little act of revenge to the humans presumptuous request. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia only gave Bankei a cocky smile at his uncertain response. He was quite confident in his own abilities, and so far he wanted to say that he had been able to do whatever had been asked of him with splendor. With confidence, he could say he would be able to see his baths sooner or later. Either on his own if he earned himself the privilege or, what was more likely, together with Bankei to accompany him. So far, he hadn’t really seen him with his clothes off. Well… As much as there was still left for him to see, because Bankei’s chest seemed to be exposed at nearly all times, and with his manhood he had already become quite familiar too. Still, it interested him to see how he would bathe. With flowers or ground crystals? Some rich people had strange bathing practices, and Zahabia wasn’t sure if he really wanted to know about them. The floating scrolls didn’t let him rest. How they floated and swayed with apparently nothing more than just a wave of the god’s finger. Could anyone do magic like this? He had heard stories about humans who became mages, but Bankei surely wasn’t human. Or at least not anymore. Had his magic done this to him, or was he truly a god? He still didn’t quite believe this part of his tale. A god among humans? That seemed strange. But before he could think more about it, he was startled by another sudden question. A bit confused, Zahabia turned towards him, not entirely sure what the purpose of this question was. Did he want him to read to him, or was this some kind of trick or test? With his brows furrowed, he just looked at the god, trying to discern what his intentions were, before slowly coming a bit closer again, placing a hand on the armrest of his chair while the fingers of the other slowly made their way up his chest. “I don’t know what that has to do with the things I was hired for. I’m no scholar, but if you need me to, master, I can tell stories or recite poetry.

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I can even sing a few songs if you’re in need of those.”, he offered with a smirk, trying his best to hide how uncomfortable this question made him. It wasn’t uncommon for common folk to not know how to read or write, but with how much time he had spent among rich and noble people… It kind of had to be expected from him, hadn’t it? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The dancers suspicion only amused Bankei. He watched Zahabia slowly come forward but it was obvious that he was dancing around the question while trying to distract the God with his seductive touches. As a response and when Zahabia was in reach, Bankei reached forward to tip up his dancer's delicate chin with just his index finger to force him to meet his gaze while still keeping the distance between them. "I am not asking you to do either of those things. I am asking you if you can read or write." The pronunciation on the last two words made it evident that this time, Bankei only took a real answer for an answer. @SirFüncelot

His strategy didn’t work, which made Zahabia grumble slightly in response. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t just tell him, could he? He would rather not speak at all, then tell him something so embarrassing. He was supposed to be good at everything he was doing, but he didn’t even manage something that easy like reading or writing. Zahabia hated himself a bit for it, not that he hadn’t thought about learning to, but on his own it was rather hard and asking for help was out of the question. With a slight huff, Zahabia turned his face to the left, away from Bankei’s prying eyes, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest, finally ditching the fruitless seduction attempt. This might make the god punish him again, but as long as he didn’t have to admit this to him, he would be fine with whatever punishment Bankei saw fit for his unruly behavior or whatever it was that brushed him the wrong way. “I don’t… I don’t think this matters for the work I do.” After these few words, Zahabia fell unusually silent, still not daring to face Bankei. The only other sign giving away that there was more to this than he let on was the slight blush that began creeping up the back of his neck, towards his ears and cheeks. It only annoyed Zahabia further, making him want to bolt out of the room as fast as possible. But it was as if something was keeping him here. Either his fear of the consequences of these actions or the strange mark on his neck. He couldn’t tell, and if he was honest, he didn’t want to be able to. Fearing that he was keeping himself in this uncomfortable situation. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Somehow Bankei noticed how adorable Zahabia looked when he was pouting. It was a rather childish behavior, but the way he blushed was... cute. The God quickly shook this thought off before his emotions didn't shift into anger as one might expect, but amusement. Bankei had the suspicion that Zahabia wasn't able to read since he'd avoided his question the first time and given his silence, the God assumed he was right. This made him only chuckle a little, his expression quite softer while remaining as usual a little cocky. But somehow his laugh seemed more genuine, almost friendly even before his golden eyes fixed back on his little dancer. "You're right. It doesn't. But those said stories you know, did you enjoy learning about them?" Bankei asked, tilting his head a little to the side while resting his chin in his fingers. @SirFüncelot

Hearing him genuinely laugh in return irritated Zahabia. There was no malice in it, not even a hint meant to tease him for his rather obvious answer. He couldn’t quite believe it, slowly turning his head back to face the god with confusion in his eyes. Not only because of the laugh but also his words. Wasn’t he mad? Either for him not answering, or at least because he wasn’t able to do such basic things? It was strange. It was as if it just amused him, twisting Bankei’s expression into a rather kind and gentle one he hadn’t expected. Zahabia hadn’t even thought this would be possible, with how arrogant he always seemed. But here he was, apparently discovering a new side of the god. “I-I did…”, he quietly answered after a bit of silence, lowering his gaze to not keep looking into Bankei’s eyes. By the gods… Why was this so embarrassing and awkward? It could have turned in so many different directions, but no… Here he was, getting questioned about stories, which, to be honest, he did enjoy. He had loved to listen to his mother tell them to him, and even now he stopped whenever there was a storyteller performing on the streets. It had something magical about it. As if he were submerged in an entirely different world. It was a rather nice feeling, and he couldn’t imagine that reading would feel just as good. Compared to just listening, it sounded a lot harder. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every little reaction from the human seemed entertaining to the God in some way. The look on confusion had been evident. Bankei was certain that he'd expected something else from him given his methods for punishment earlier. That Zahabia seemed truly eager to learn more about stories was made clear from the way he loked away, seemingly embarrassed. This man was almost as open as the book in his hands. "Say, have you ever heard about the tales of the Arabian night?" Bankei asked after a moment, four golden eyes analyzing every small reaction from this man. @SirFüncelot

The sudden mention of a story title caught his attention again, making Zahabia contemplate looking up again if it weren’t for Bankei’s smoldering eyes that seemed to still want to burn holes into him. It made him even more uncomfortable, despite usually not minding getting stared at like this. But in these situations, he wanted the attention. Right now, Zahabia wanted nothing more than to slowly sink into the floor and never resurface again. Why had it come to this? He knew he couldn’t truly run away from Bankei even if he tried, but… Couldn’t they have kept this purely professional a little bit longer? No… Of course not… Now they were chatting about books in the library, and he was the dumb one. Zahabia hated that particular part. “I-I don’t think I have, master.”, he answered through gritted teeth. Not knowing that particular tale probably made him seem even more stupid. Bankei was probably having the time of his life. Grinning down at him and finding the small, dumb human amusing. Zahabia didn’t like that one bit and was determined to turn the tables again. How, he wasn’t sure yet, but he certainly didn’t want to stare at his feet any longer and feel embarrassed and small in his presence. They may not be equals, but he certainly wouldn’t give in that easily. With determination on his face and maybe fueled mostly by selfishness to hear about this story he didn’t know, Zahabia raised his gaze, looking directly into the lower pair of the god's eyes as he took another step, easily able to feel the other's warm breath on his skin as he spoke. “My memories may be a bit clouded. Maybe if you told me a bit of the story, I would be able to remember it better?”, he suggested with a confident smile on his lips. How could he miss out on the opportunity to hear a new story? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God was not surprised by the fact that Zahabia had no clue about what this story was. Seemed like his previous masters hadn't been that well taught afterall if Zahabia didn't knew about it. "It's a story that has been mostly forgotten over centuries. Only a few people know of it's existence." Bankei leaned back into his seat a little, putting the book in one of his hands to the side a little to begin his story. "It's a tale about a king, a nobleman who's wife grew unfaithful of him. Heartbroken after the betrayal of his past lover, the king proceeded to take a new woman as his wife each night only to kill her the next morning. It was a cruel and greedy act driven by rage and believe that women are all the same and hold no worth." While Bankei talked he averted his eyes off the human to gaze at the high sunny ceiling of the library. "But then, one day, a clever woman was set to marry the king. Afraid that she would loose her life as well in the morning, she told the king a thrilling story that night that lasted until dawn. But by then when the story was about to reach his climax, the woman stopped, telling the king that he'd have to wait for the next evening for her to finish her story and begin with a new one." A small grin formed on his lips at that part.

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It was quite a good but incredibly risky strategy, but what had this woman in the tale to loose afterall. "What was meant to last only one night began to last longer and longer with the woman telling her king a new and thrilling story each night that made him spare her life. What started as a day grew into weeks, months and on the 1001th story, the king finally decided to love her and cherish her as his new queen who managed to steal his heart with every story she told." Now Bankei looked back at Zahabia, his golden eyes filled with a sort of passion as he'd told him this story. The God couldn't remember when he had enjoyed telling someone a story like this. Somehow it was quite nice. "The Arabian knights is not just a single story of love and betrayal, but a collection of all those stories this clever woman told to keep her life. Some stories you might know could be part of this collection, but noone really knows. Unfortunately most of her stories have been lost over centuries, hidden away in old texts and books you can find here." At his last words he let his gaze roam over the with book filled walls of the library. An impressive collection of human and maybe even godly knowledge. "I made it my task to recover every single one of these stories." Bankei couldn't help but grin a little at those words before his eyes wandered back to Zahabia. "Was this little story to your liking? Did it help your memory a bit?" His last words were meant as a rather obvious tease to get a small reaction out of this man. Though, something inside the God wished the human had truly enjoyed his tale. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia expected Bankei to shut his request down, so the surprise on his face as he began to tell the story was eminent. He stared at him for a short while before realizing that he just stood there, staring at him, which felt awkward again. Quickly, he took a seat on the ground, feeling unsure if he should squeeze himself onto the god’s lap again. He had tried that before, and that had ended with them fucking. Not wanting to risk that again, he sat there, looking up at Bankei. His eyes seemed to be glued to his lips, invested in the story even after the first few words. Truly, he had never heard a tale like this, and despite having heard better storytellers, it was easy to follow along, the god’s voice sounding rather nice as he summarized the gist of the tale. There weren’t as many flashy details he described, but they would have just seemed misplaced in his retelling, which seemed to focus more on the actual story than trying to bewitch his listeners. It didn’t miss its goal, though. It drew Zahabia in, making him long for the ending, smiling slightly as it finally reached its end. Forcing himself to stop, the smile dropped as soon as it appeared, leaving behind his calculated neutral expression, while Bankei faced him wholly again. “How many stories have you collected so far, master?”, was the first thing he wanted to know, disregarding the god’s own question, already too intrigued by potentially learning more. Would he need to read them? Had they been collected here? He wanted to ask so much more. To see the books, maybe they had pictures, trying to get Bankei to read them to him instead or maybe even tell another one of them. He shut all of these thoughts down very fast to not seem too eager. He wasn’t a child. He shouldn’t find so much joy in simple children’s stories and fairy tales. “I don’t think I knew this story yet. It was rather nice to listen to, I guess…”,

5:32 AM

Zahabia tried his best to seem as uninterested as possible, but had already failed to do so by listening to every single word Bankei had said. If it truly hadn’t been good, he wouldn’t have minded interrupting it and just saying that he knew the story he meant. Maybe that would have also allowed him to leave, but right now he wanted to stay longer, maybe gain a few more insights into this research he was doing. “And you’re reading all that, master, to collect a few simple-minded stories?”, Zahabia asked, gesturing towards the still floating scrolls and books. How did one even find stories that were forgotten? Had they even been written down? It didn’t sound like they would have. But what did he know about writing? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God was surprised at how eager Zahabia seemed to be about this simple story. With his question he seemed as if he wanted more to hear about those stories Bankei had been restoring and collecting. "So far I have restored 542 of them." Bankei answered his question, surprised at first how he ignored the God's question. Zahabia seemed to be burning with questions despite his blank expression. At his dancers note Bankei couldn't help but chuckle a little. He wasn't that wrong afterall. "Sometimes the most simple minded things can be those, that bring you the greatest joy in life." Bankei only replied with a hint of a smile before suddenly flicking his finger. In response, all the scrolls around him began to curl up rapidly, the few books around him closing shut before all the material shot across the library back to their original places on the shelves. After everything was gone, Bankei de-crossed his legs and lifted himself out of his seat. "I have a few other things to do attend to now. You can spend as much time as you want in here if I don't demand your presence." His mimic had grown back to his little more arrogant demeanor as he now went for the door and stopping. "And one more thing: In two days a few friends of mine will arrive. You will hold a performances for us that evening. Don't disappoint me." And with his last rather harsh words and one last cocky grin over his shoulder, the God took his leave. @SirFüncelot

He couldn’t even grasp how much 1001 really was, despite being able to count a fair bit, this seemed like a rather large amount, and Bankei had already managed to gather that many? That had to be nearly half of them. How long did that take? If they were so difficult to find, it probably took a very long time, and it slowly dawned on him that there was just no possibility that he wasn’t a god, demigod, or at least some other type of supernatural being. It wouldn’t make sense otherwise, as much as he had tried to deny the existence of someone like that, he was slowly running out of explanations. Zahabia ducked down in response to him sending all the scrolls and books flying, afraid that they might hit him in the process, despite them flying way above his head without any possibility of ever hitting him. His eyes followed a few of them, watching how they returned to their place, and all Bankei had to do was wave a finger. Why was he even bothering with human servants if he could simply do everything on his own in one tenth of the time and without having to pay them? It just didn’t make sense, like so many things about this strange man. A god among humans… Wouldn’t the stories about this place have told of that? Or did he just not know them either? Bowing his head slightly to show that he understood, he let Bankei leave without another word or question, despite having many of them. Zahabia just waited for him to close the door and let another ten seconds or so pass before getting up and walking to the nearest bookcase. Confused, he stared at the strange symbols at the back of the books, trying to remember which one Bankei had put back before. Despite searching in the general location, he couldn’t find it, walking back to the door in frustration to look for Suraja and maybe get her to read some of the things to him.

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Just explaining how this whole library worked would probably be also a very good start. Especially if one didn’t have the same powers as Bankei, being able to just levitate the books over without any effort. Surely there had to be a way for humans to be just as efficient. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The following 2 days, Bankei did not summon for Zahabia. He gave him time to prepare himself for his performance and gave him the opportunity to get himself familiar with his palace. Although, few of his golden guards kept the human from entering his private wing and chambers. Finally, when the evening came, the God had made himself comfortable on a pile of pillows that were spread around the room. The whole room was similar to a banquet hall without tables or chairs, but instead the cold tile floor was covered in dozens of soft and beautiful rugs of various shapes and sizes along side with lots of pillows, forming the room into a colorful cozy paradise. Layers of thin colorful fabric was draped beneath the ceiling, feeding into this rich and enchanting atmosphere. A bit of a slight breeze could be felt from the large exit onto the large balcony, stars shimmering through the open structure and small net like patterns in the wall towards the window side. The God himself was dressed rather nicely, similar to when he had met the human for the first time. Several golden bangles rested on his four biceps, further necklaces accenting his bare chest, glittering in the light along with his pierced and chained nipples. Further golden ornaments draped around his layered loose pants, golden bangles against the skin of his legs letting it keep its voluminous shape along with a few more decorating his barefooted marvelous feed. His long raven black hair curled around his back and shoulders, Bankei himself rather bored and waiting until someone knocked on the door.

7:48 AM

His guests had arrived. Soon after giving his allowance, a servant entered, carrying a decent sized box with him that was placed onto the floor in a good distance to the God. With a wave of Bankei's hand the servant opened the box, revealing dozens of delicate jewlery of all kinds. All of them had the same thing in common: An unordinarily large gemstone of any kind embedded in every piece. After another small wave towards the human, the servant excused himself with a small bow, closing the door that behind him, leaving. "You can come out now." Bankei spoke after a moment, a small smirk forming on his lips as his golden eyes watched the jewlery in anticipation, knowing what was about to happen... Just as he finished his sentence, a giant crack formed in the air over the jewlery as if glass got shattered. The sort of rift began to warp, cracking up further, taller and wider until it was a size of a human, no, a God to fit through. Soon after, a silhouette seemed to form on the other end of the Rift which soon stepped through. At first it was only a man, having a similar appearance to Bankei with another set of arms as well. But soon, more and more Beings stepped through, idly chattering and looking around. Once about 10 had crossed to Bankei stood up with a broad grin, slowly approaching them with opened arms to greet his guests. "My friends. Thank you all for joining me today." @SirFüncelot

A steady flow of chatter erupted as soon as the various people stepped into the hall, greeting each other or glancing off towards Bankei, nodding or waving towards him as a first short greeting while they still settled in. Most, if not all, of them were similarly finely dressed as Bankei, spouting silk and satin clothes in various extravagant colors, adorned with gold, silver, gems, and crystals. All of them seemed to be equally rich as Bankei and very comfortable flaunting it in a similar manner, not afraid to show off their status with different, rather impractical garments that were certainly just used to show off. Before anyone else could even think about greeting their host, a loud ‘Bankei!’, echoed through the hall, followed by someone harshly parting the group and pushing their way to the front. With a wide grin, Ghiath emerged from somewhere far in the back, standing taller than those around him and even Bankei by nearly an entire head. As soon as he saw him, the grin turned into a smirk, and all four of his arms rose into the air while he began sprinting without a second thought. The last few meters between himself and Bankei, he leaped, throwing his entire body weight against the other as he grappled him with all four arms and pulled him into a tight, bone-crushing hug that was accompanied by hard slaps on his back. “How’s my best friend been?” Ghiath held on tight, lifting Bankei slightly off of the ground and spinning him half a turn before settling him down on the ground again. He grinned down at him with an eyebrow wiggle. “It’s so lonely without you around, ya know? You should invite me more often. It’s always fun here with your little human friends.” Slowly, the others began approaching too, after this strange display of friendly affection had stopped and Ghiath had let go of Bankei. Bouncing up and down on his heels with excitement,

10:27 AM

while the others greeted Bankei either with a firm handshake or a slightly more awkward and less intense hug. It took a while to exchange all the greetings, as well as a little bit of small talk here and there, with Ghiath making sure to occasionally chirp in and add something that most of the time wasn’t very relevant to the conversation. The crowd gradually settled, the chatting between each other quieting down a bit as they began scattering among the intricately woven rugs, building smaller groups and pairs that settled together, awaiting what their gathering would still bring. Ghiath looked around once more before stretching and plopping down too like an overgrown child, resting one arm on his knee and holding up his head. “So… What’s been his Majesty up to? Conquered any lands, or whatever a king does nowadays? Oh, wait… You don’t call yourself king anymore. It’s God now, isn’t it?” He laughed loudly at this statement before muttering to himself a little bit quieter, yet still audible enough for everyone sitting close by. “And everyone says I’m the one with a fragile ego…” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei had invited about 20 of his godly friends who began to fill those festive rooms. At the shout of his name, Bankei whipped his head around to see a familiar red four-armed hunk of widely grinning flesh run towards him at full speed. At this sight Bankei's lips mirrored that man's smirk as he was taken into this bone-crushing embrace. Although those kind of hugs from Ghiath began to hurt like a bitch, he'd truly missed his friend. "It's nice to see- you too... Ghiath" Bankei groaned while patting his back, another blow of this man's hand pressing all the air out of his lungs. The God couldn't hold back his chuckling at this situation while he got almost strangled to death by their deep bond of friendship. As if Ghiath had proven that Bankei was still himself, the others began to greet him which Bankei enjoyed. He'd missed to see familiar faces that were not trying to crawl up his ass just to receive part of the God's luxury. Once the reunion had been completed Bankei had let himself drop besides a small table, cross-legged in a similar position as his friend but with better posture. "Cut it you prick. It's not what I call me!" Bankei fired back not in an angry manner, but he seemed truly amused by the fact how his friend didn't say yes and Amen to everything Bankei said. "They just started calling me that one day. Everything that is beyond their human comprehension are they considering a God." He shrugged leaning back a little. "If you were to stay longer and built your own empire, I'm certain they would call you one too." He flashed Ghiath a cheeky grin as a payback before he let his fingers snap audibly. Few human servants came into the room, two of them carrying one giant delicately ornamented and formed water pipe.

11:38 AM

The servants went around, putting them in the middle of every group, the amount of mouth pieces fitting miraculously to every group. Once a servant had handed him his own, Bankei reached forward to grab the giant mouth peace to take his first pull. The smoke tasted sickening sweet before he exhaled it into the air around him. "So, how are things over there? Are there any splendid news from the other side?" He questioned his friend, delicately placing the rod between his fingers, feeling the effect from the stuff already beginning to tickle. @SirFüncelot

Ghiath's grin widened at Bankei's retort. He was used to Bankei's playful banter and enjoyed their back-and-forth exchanges. "Ah, Bankei, my dear Bankei," Ghiath said, his tone dripping with mock sincerity, "I can't help it if the title suits you so well, your Highness!" He chuckled and patted Bankei's back again, this time with slightly less force. Listening to Bankei's explanation of how he earned the title of a God, Ghiath nodded knowingly. "Well, they may have a point. You've always been a step above the rest of us, haven't you?" Ghiath teased, nudging Bankei playfully with his elbow. “But it isn’t like you couldn’t just offer them another name. You could just enforce it. Make them call you whatever you want. Humans are easy in that regard”, he said, wiggling his eyebrows knowingly at him. As the servants brought in the ornate water pipes, Ghiath's eyes gleamed with excitement. He loved these little indulgences that Bankei always had at these gatherings. He took his own mouthpiece, taking a long drag of his own, savoring the sweet taste before slowly exhaling through his nose. "You know how it is, Bankei. It’s slowly settling after you’ve left. Your brother’s doing his best to keep it together.” Ghiath took another drag from the water pipe, exhaling a cloud of thick, colorful smoke.”But you know, I haven’t been spending that much time around. It’s boring to stay in one place all the time. I can’t imagine that you enjoy staying in this stuffy palace the entire day.” Ghiath pulled a grimace, underlined by an overdramatic shiver of his entire body. “Don’t you grow bored, even with your human pets around?” "On the other side, things are as wild as ever. Mortals are still struggling with their desires and ambitions, and I'm more than happy to lend a hand in stirring the pot. They are so much fun to toy with." He chuckled, his four arms gesturing animatedly as he spoke. "But you, my friend," Ghiath continued, turning his attention back to Bankei,

8:58 PM

"I hear whispers that your influence has spread far and wide. Mortals praising your name and seeking your favor in their every endeavor. Quite the devoted following you've got. Some even whisper that you’ve granted a few wishes.What’s that about?", he leaned forward, resting his head in two of his hands now, staring intently at Bankei with a wide smile, twirling the mouthpiece and tube of the pipe between two fingers. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

He almost chocked on the smoke he just inhaled when Ghiath still smacked him on the back. Even when it had less force in it, this man was a brute with plenty enough force in his arms left even when he didn't specifically tried. "Come on, you know I hate that title." Bankei coughed a little after some puffs of smoke had escaped his lips, proceeding then to blow the rest towards Ghiath's face. The God only chuckled at the mention at the way the humans called him. "But why disturb them in their small minded beliefs that are already rooted into their heads. Better then calling me what we all are." Bankei noted with a small chuckle. "I've found ways to occupy myself my friend, so I can make the best out of my situation. The stories that humans tell are quite entertaining." Bankei flashed the man an amused grin. Oh how he'd missed this casual banter with his best friend. At the note about the wished combined with Ghiath's big fanged smile, Bankei had to laugh a little. He truly couldn't hide everything from him, not even if they were worlds apart. "I happen to grant a few of those mortals twisted desires here and there, but it's been centuries since i fulfilled a true wish. Most of them only had a taste of their own medicine." He gave his friend another mischevous grin while leaning himself back a little and stretching his legs. "Gotta keep my reputation as a God up afterall. And what kind of God would I be if I'd just ignore my devoted followers wishes." His voice was filled with the same tone of mocking sincerity the way Ghiath had said it before. Although he felt a little pang in his chest at the mention of his older brother, Bankei tried his best to ignore it with another pull on his pipe. @SirFüncelot

“You’re as stubborn as ever. Not letting a single human control you. As if granting their pathetic wishes will change anything, Bankei. You shouldn’t go against your nature like that. Or can’t you come up with anything amusing to twist their words around anymore?”, Ghiath teased, knowing too well that there were other reasons. He didn’t know all about them; Bankei had been rather vague in the past, but maybe… If he poked enough at it today, he would receive a clearer answer. Or at least a little bit of additional information. After all, there wasn’t anything more thrilling than shattering the dreams of a tiny human who thought they could outsmart him. Even the wisest of them stood no chance, usually getting their words twisted around until they suited Ghiath’s needs and amused him for even just a second. He leaned back, crossing two of his arms behind his head. Whatever Bankei was offering them today, it seemed stronger than usual, making him already feel a bit fuzzy in his brain, as if everything around him had turned a lot slower while someone had turned his own self up to the maximum. He couldn’t help it; his feet kept on twitching slightly, much to his own annoyance. This was supposed to help calm him down and make him relax, not amplify his giddiness and excitement of finally being back here once again. Ghiath had missed it nearly as much as Bankei himself. As much as he hated staying in one place, for Bankei’s palace, he would always make an exception. He always had some rather fun little humans around. Even if he wasn’t supposed to have fun with all of them. The few handpicked ones were always full of surprises. Maybe he couldn’t calm down because of this. Because he was already waiting in anticipation? “But enough of that. I’m not here to talk with you about the same boring stuff everyone always wants to talk about.

11:01 AM

You have all the others for that.”, slightly annoyed, Ghiath nodded towards the groups around them that chatted among themselves just like they did. “They know more about the things you want to know. About your brother and how he’s faring and boring stuff like that. I think one of them even has a message or something from him. I didn’t really listen too well…” He listened to a few parts, but after realizing that the others could just tell it to Bankei himself, he had zoned out, not even trying to appear interested or nodding along. His mind had begun wandering, and as soon as it did, there was nothing that could stop him. And was he glad he did, because he came up with the perfect solution for one of his more recent wishes during this encounter. “I think it was Najid? But I could be mistaken.”, Ghiath added, looking around the room that was slowly filling with smoke. He found who he was looking for across from them in the middle of a heated argument with two others, which made him chuckle and watch with interest, liking his lips and fangs. A potential fight this early on? Maybe today was really becoming interesting. At least for now, it seemed like it would, but it probably also depended a lot on whoever was joining them tonight. Bankei’s dancers were always the best of the best, but he threw his humans away even faster than Ghiath did. He hadn’t encountered the same one twice, even when his visits were relatively close together. So today would be as much of a surprise as always. Truly, he couldn’t wait for it. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

"Who said that I'm running out of ideas!" Bankei gave Ghiath a stern glare before chuckling a little. "I'm having enough fun with them, don't worry your meat head over it." He gave his friend another teasing smirk. At the note of how someone of his friends had a message from his brother for him, Bankei rolled with his eyes, visibly annoyed. "Whoever has this message for me, they can shove it up their ass cause I don't wanna hear it." He blew another cloud of smoke out through his nose this time, closing his eyes to savor the feeling from the special substance that were stuffed into the pipes today. It was a mix out of imported herbs and spices that packed a huge punch if smoked enough of it. It was an incredible feeling if high on it. He only opened one of his four eyes to glance over towards said Najid, watching him argue with some other people, but Bankei didn't interrupted them and instead decided to offer them... another distraction. After Bankei raised his hand to snap, a servant entered the room full of gods in their eyes. "Bring me Zahabia. It is time for his performance." Bankei ordered the servant who bowed nervously in the presence of the other gods to go and fetch his little jewel for tonight's entertainment. "You're going to like him." Bankei glanced over to this man, giving Ghiath a mischevous grin as he shifted to lay lazily on his side while taking another puff of his pipe. @SirFüncelot @

Zahabia hadn’t known what to prepare for. Bankei had been rather sparing with the details. The only thing he knew was that he was supposed to dance for a group of guests. This automatically led to him imagining a similar scenario to the one on his first day. A group of various humans gathered around, trying to get into the god’s favor. He had been confident that he could deal with this again and wasn’t too nervous as he waited in one of the neighboring rooms to be called inside. Unsure how long he would have to wait in the end, he was just sitting there, stretching a bit, and getting himself ready for what was about to come. Much too soon, one of the servants arrived to get him. Despite getting shown around by Suraja the last few days and meeting some of them, he didn’t know him yet, and they didn’t have much time to exchange any pleasantries either. Zahabia just followed after him, making sure that the fabric of his clothes laid right and everything was in place. With Bankei not telling him anything, he wasn’t sure how important this event was, if the humans or whoever he was dancing for were someone Bankei needed support from or not. The next time, he better told him what to expect, so he could prepare. How else was he supposed to work and do his best? It was a different room than the last time. The doors seemed bigger, more ornate, and as soon as they were opened, small wisps of colorful smoke escaped, licking at his legs, and making it harder to see into the room. Everything seemed fuzzy, swathed in a thick and sickeningly sweet smell, that made him feel dizzy. If he had known about this too, he would have made sure to wear a veil. Zahabia would make sure the next time he ordered him to do something like this, he would squeeze every last drop of information from him, because there were more things he hadn’t told him about. Like who his special guests were, for example! Stifling another cough, he strutted into the room,

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draping the loose shawl across his arms. He glanced around the room, throwing glances at the people around him whose eyes were just on him. All of them resembled Bankei in one way or another. Either in height, clothing style, or because of their additional arms. All of them had a similar aura, too, that threatened to crush him. Zahabia was certain that these people were as human as Bankei, which wasn’t a lot. Their power was imminent, and he wasn’t sure what he had gotten himself into, but it was too late now. Bankei had ordered him to be here, and he knew better than to defy his wishes. “You called for me, master?”, Zahabia finally spoke, stepping in front of Bankei bowing slightly, and doing his best to seem as docile and nice as possible. Even his title was for once spoken without the usual slight hint of sarcasm that followed it. Everything just to avoid another punishment like the last time. “What can I do for you?” He wanted to hear his wishes, so he could comply with them. Maybe the usual rules didn’t apply to these rather unusual guests, as they had with the humans before. Zahabia wouldn’t want to find out he had broken another taboo, just because the god hadn’t thought about telling him.

With interest, Ghiath followed Bankei’s gestures, and the human that entered, intrigued by what he ordered. He knew exactly what he liked best, and receiving such a statement… It made him flow over with anticipation, even leading to him sitting up a little bit straighter, eyes on the big door where he expected the dancer to emerge from. Up until now, Bankei’s excellent choice of humans had always managed to surprise him. Not all of them had been his type, but if Bankei was sure with this one, Ghiath was sure he would get what he wanted and even more. His smile widened, flashing his fangs. The water pipe had been long forgotten, the mouthpiece just resting between his fingers but already discarded, as he just stared, waiting for the door to open again. He was nearly startled by it, seeing the small silhouette quite well, watching him cough, but keeping his composure, as he kept on walking, his eyes soon fixating on Bankei next to him and beelining towards them. He exuded an aura of elegance, but with a well-hidden undertone that commanded respect. He would surely be a feisty one. Ghiath truly liked those the best. They were the most fun to play with. He could see why Bankei had made that comment. Watching him try his best to be an obedient little human was one of the most amusing things he had probably seen all week. He was good. But not good enough. If one wanted to deceive and trick, one had to be even better at realizing when someone was doing the same, and even if this was nearly flawless, it wasn’t enough to fool him. But certainly raised his expectations quite a bit. “You haven’t broken him in yet? Or do you like him like that? Is his Highness finally developing a sense of taste?Wondered when that would finally happen.”, Ghiath laughed, leaning back on two of his arms, to keep a close eye on the human that had walked away from them, to entertain the guests, offering him a great view of his rear side.

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“You sure you don’t mind sharing that one? If he had come to me, I would want to keep him just for myself. Might even do so if you’re not cautious enough. I’m sure he would come with me if I offered to fulfill all of his desires.” He was just teasing, but Bankei’s reaction would tell him enough if he had already grown attached to his newest little human pet. Ghiath couldn’t blame him. How could one not? He probably looked even cuter while moaning… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Once the doors opened, Bankei's golden gaze immediately fixed on Zahabia who began strolling through the room towards him. His outfit was well chose, revealing enough skin for the God's liking with the rest of him covered in thin black sheer fabric. A truly tempting sight. A small smirk snuck onto the God's face once he saw his little human approach, hearing small gasps and whistles around him. A good sign to hear that seemingly most of his friends approved Bankei's choice in humans. Once Zahabia stood in front of Bankei who was still sitting sideways, he shifted his position into crossing his legs and sitting up, looking at his currently obedient little pet. "Yes. How about you start your little performance for us? We are all in need of some good entertainment." Bankei couldn't help but grin a little as he lifted Zahabia's chin to pull it down a little more towards him. Even while sitting Bankei's head was on about the same height as Zahabia's chest. Before letting him go he leaned only a little bit closer, barely enough to whisper for him to hear. "Do not disappoint." With those words Bankei let go of the man's chin, leaning himself back again while taking another puff from his water pipe. Once Zahabia was gone he shifted his attention back to Ghiath, his comment making him scoff a little. "Given the fact how you like to break them before I can sometimes, I'd say that I have some rather decent taste." Bankei fired back rather confident and laid back inhaling another cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "Careful my good friend." He only replied at the latest note of his friend, his voice dangerously calm and sharp before all of his eyes settled on Ghiath again for a serious and warning glance. "He belongs to me." @SirFüncelot

“Of course, master.”, was the only thing Zahabia answered, gathering that this had to be important in some way if Bankei made sure to remind him like this. Or he didn’t want him to repeat the same mistake as last time. He wasn’t quite sure, but his guests were hopefully better acquainted with the rules of their host regarding his human entertainer. Lowering his head one last time, Zahabia pulled away, making his way over to the middle of the hall, where hopefully everyone could see him well despite the wisps of smoke that gathered. He arrived standing still for a moment to listen to the quiet background music, tuning out the chatter around him, breathing in once, twice, before he began, turning around quickly, letting the fabric flow, giving Bankei an intense look, quickly continuing the dance. First, he just confined himself to the center of the room, showing off how flexible he was. Again and again, his eyes met those of Bankei, as if he wanted to tell him that he didn’t forget who he belonged to, that he wouldn’t allow himself to make such a grave mistake like last time. Not entirely sure how long he had been dancing already, but slowly Zahabia grew tired of throwing himself around like this, and the attention of the people was slowly fading too. Which made him change his strategy as the music quieted down a bit, becoming slower and allowing him to move across the room with flowing movements, fixating his first targets for now: three unsuspecting men who had stopped paying attention to him a long time ago, which made the surprise even bigger as he walked over to them, stepping around them and using his shawl instead of his hands this time to interact with them, remembering quite clearly how much Bankei had hated that before. Zahabia hoped this was alright, because how else was he supposed to do his work if the only person he was allowed to touch was Bankei? but he still wanted him to entertain others.

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If he just wanted him for himself, he should order him to stay close, sit in his lap, or whatever would make him happy. Slowly, Zahabia made his way across the room, letting the shawl wander playfully across shoulders and arms, enchanting whoever was watching him. Some of them touched him, seemingly without fear, and despite his occasional glances in Bankei’s direction, he seemed fine with it. Even when the first one snuck a finger underneath his clothes, not satisfied with the bit of skin he had received, making Zahabia gasp as rough fingers rubbed over his nipples. But he was supposed to give his best, so despite wanting to move away quickly, he stayed, enduring these fingers as well as many more that followed afterward, making his head slightly spin, not just with exhaustion, but also because his entire body seemed to be on fire and tingling. This surely couldn’t just be from the touches, could it? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With a widening grin, Ghiath followed Zahabia’s every move as he began to dance. Truly a beauty like he hadn’t seen before and maybe never will. He certainly would challenge Bankei for him if the chance ever presented itself. As if he could let something so precious just slip through his fingers. Even if not right now, sooner or later, Bankei would grow tired of him like it had always been the case, ending with him on the streets like a discarded toy. Ghiath would use that chance to pick him up for himself. Just in case, he wasn’t able to compete with the other’s charm today, which to be fair… Was ginormous. There certainly were reasons why Bankei was preferred by the humans, probably even by this one. “Just because he carries your mark, doesn’t make him yours yet. Would he answer the same if I asked him right now? Would he say that he belongs just to you? I don’t think so. It’s more likely that he will try to spit in your face than even think about saying that.”, Ghiath said, leaning over to clink both their mouthpieces together as if they were glasses filled with alcohol. “How about a bet? The winner receives your precious little human. No questions asked! If you win, I’ll let him be; he’s all yours unless you wish to share him with me again, but if I win, I will take him with me, and you’ll never get to see him again.”, Ghiath leaned forward, grinning widely, only noticing out of the corner of his eye how Zahabia slowly began approaching the other guests. He was too focused to try and persuade Bankei, that he couldn’t really care about the human right now, despite his dance mesmerizing him and making him want to not miss any of it. This was a lot more important right now! “We could let him choose who of us both fucks him better, but you would be at a disadvantage; he surely has already grown tired of your cock. So how about who makes him cum the most? Or…”,

10:48 AM

Ghiath frowned, while thinking, his face suddenly lighting up as his idea finally settled inside his brain. “How about whoever makes him scream a wish first? Of course, we won’t fulfill it unless it’s something like fucking him harder, hm~ What do you say, your Highness? Do you think you can beat me?”, confidently he grinned at Bankei, raising the mouthpiece once more as if he were greeting him, before taking another long drag. Ghiath felt confident in his abilities. If anyone could do this, it was him! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Zahabia's intense side glances as he twirled around again and again was a true treat to see. It appeared as if the God's little jewel was able to learn afterall. Bankei watched every single of his enchanting movements, seeing how he used his shawl instead of his hands to seduce few of his friends. It wasn't like his guests were only mere humans this time so seeing his friends enjoy his little jewel made him feel glad, but also filled him with a certain pride. Of course did the God have excellent taste when it came to his humans, Zahabia was proof enough. Bankei would've loved to watch the sway of Zahabias's hips just a little more, but soon got distracted and pulled back into reality by Ghiath's sharp note towards his human. It only made him scoff, exposing his own slowly sharper growing fangs in a grin. He knew that Ghiath was telling the truth. After his little previous punishments, Zahabia was certainly holding at least a small grudge against his master, as much as he was trying to hide it. But this wouldn't mean that Bankei would leave his statement standing like that. At the clink of their two mouthpieces, Bankei leaned back a little, supporting his upright posture by one of his lower arms. Raising an eyebrow, Bankei listened when Ghiath explained his little bet. Again, the grin that disappeared before began to show again, almost matching Ghiath's. After his friend was done explained, Bankei laughed softly. He was used to such bets from his friend to prove their strength. It was Ghiath's thing and Bankei was certain that he wouldn't let him win this one. "You never seem to get enough of your bets, don't you Ghiath." Bankei chuckled before looking back at his friend a little more serious.

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"Fine. Whoever makes him scream a wish first wins." He gave Ghiath another small, still fanged grin of amused before he gestured towards the musicians, telling them eith one look that they should bring their piece to an end so that their little jewel could join them. Afterall, their bet was now what would determine his fate... @SirFüncelot

He was at the last group, expecting to join Bankei and whoever he was sitting with next after the end of this song. And probably for the first time, he didn’t wish for anything more. His skin felt like it was on fire; every inch seemed to burn and tingle, and it got only worse with each pair of hands that drifted over it. His mouth was dry, and his legs felt weak. More than they normally do after a performance like this. Sure, it was exhausting, but usually he didn’t really feel that until he was done dancing. But today everything seemed to go much faster, making his head spin. Zahabia couldn’t stop, though. Bankei was counting on him; he had ordered him to do so and certainly wouldn’t accept him stopping now. But maybe… Just maybe would he at least allow him a short break. Sitting down for a bit… Maybe some water… Surely he was allowed that. To Zahabia’s surprise the music didn’t pick up after the last song had finished, leaving him confused. A quick glance towards Bankei revealed to him that he was supposed to come over, and truly, nothing made him happier right now. Finally, getting all these curious hands off of him. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t just dance this evening, and of course had the god not told him about it. Not caring too much about the details, he made his way over to them, readjusting his clothes a little bit while trying not to appear as shaky as he felt. Disregarding the other person entirely, he made a straight beeline towards Bankei, contemplating where to sit down but ultimately deciding to wrap his shawl around his neck while he climbed on top of him. He settled onto his lap, not even offering a snarky comment, just letting his forehead sink against his bare chest, cheeks still flushed. Zahabia would get revenge for this later, but right now he felt most comfortable here. Away from prying eyes, somewhere where at least some of his wishes would be granted. “Master”, Zahabia began, still a bit out of breath,

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only glancing up at him without even really lifting his head from his chest. “Can I get some water, master? ”, he tried, looking at him intently, making sure that Bankei knew there wasn’t a single aspect today he could be dissatisfied with. Surely he had met his expectations. Maybe even surpassed them, but to make sure he really got what he wanted, he added something he usually wouldn’t have added either: a nearly silent, but at least for the god, audible plea. “Please, master. I did good, didn't I? I’ll do better if you want me to; I just need a short break.”

Ghiath was visibly irritated as the human approached, but just ignored him, going straight for Bankei instead, giving him all his attention. He growled slightly, taking another long drag from the pipe while watching the two with a sour expression. He wasn’t sure what he expected, but it certainly wasn’t this. He may not be his master, but the other guests had received a special performance as well. Why not him? Ghiath had seen how Bankei had made the musicians stop right before his turn had come to get to enjoy the human. Was he that insecure about his chance to win? In the end, he dropped his anger rather quickly and was more amused than anything by Bankei’s obvious attempt to cheat at their little game, but Ghiath wouldn’t have any of that. He rolled his shoulders, stretched himself once more, before he took another pull from the pipe, savoring it inside his mouth as he leaned over, turning a bit sideways to get a better look at the human. He really seemed to only have eyes for Bankei, seemingly also snuggling close to him. Ghiath had thought he hated his guts or would at least be indifferent, but maybe his usually trusty nose had betrayed him for the first time? With an audible slap, he brought one of his hands down onto Zahabia's ass, making the human gasp slightly, as he groped the soft flesh with a widening grin on his lips. “I thought your human would at least have some manners, but it appears you have been sloppy, Bankei. Someone should teach him some proper manners. Don’t you think so, too, little human? Wouldn’t you want to properly serve your precious master?”, Ghiath laughed, grabbing Zahabia’s chin with another hand and twisting it towards himself, away from Bankei, but only receiving a dirty look from him. He hadn’t been wrong. He was feisty! He just had to be poked a little bit beforehand. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Somehow, seeing how Zahabia just went straight up towards him as commanded and the way he sat himself into Bankei's lap filled the God with some sort of pride. Even just after a few days Zahabia seemingly absorbed all of his rules, not sparring his friend the slightest hint of attention despite Ghiath being not particularly bad looking. Seeing his little dancer curl up and rest against his chest even seemed kind of adorable, tempting even, but mostly it made Bankei's chest feel all light and eceb fluttery. One of the God's hands even moved forward to stroke the man's head a little, fingers gliding through his soft green-ish hair. Why hadn't he noticed before that his hair was so soft... At Zahabia's request for some water, a small mischevous grin curled along his lips, two of his four eyes glancing towards Ghiath as if saying 'See...' "If that is what you wish..." Bankei replied almost sweetly, motioning towards a servant to fetch his little dancer some water. Hearing how eager Zahabia was in this moment to please him, it only reassured the God in his thoughts that maybe some of those words were filled with a bit more honest eagerness. "Shhh it's okay. You did well. Rest now for a bit." Bankei reassured his little dancer, gently stroking his head while another arm had wrapped around his delicate back to keep him close. The slap on Zahabia's ass came unexpected. Immediately, Bankei's body tensed up a little, glaring over at Ghiath who was now forcing his own gaze upon his little dancer. At Ghiath's snarky comment, Bankei only grinned a little, exposing his still elongated canines a little while giving him a warning stare. "And who is the one with sloppy manners now? You're just touching something that clearly does not belong to you. Isn't that kind of rude?" His voice had a low rumble to it, almost similar to a growl to an animal who defended his prey. Yet it still retained an overall seemingly harmless demeanor.

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The threat was obvious. Although they had an agreement, Bankei just wouldn't let him touch his dancer in this groping manner. It was only something the God himself was allowed to do and seeing the human giving Ghiath a dirty look filled Bankei with even more pride. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia didn’t even mind the hand in his hair. It felt nice and relaxing; he even closed his eyes, just letting his head sink down again. Maybe he could get used to this. Not that he particularly liked crawling up Bankei’s ass like this, but right now it had felt like the right thing to do. And it paid off. He was treated equally well, even getting to rest. Maybe… Maybe he could try a little bit nicer. Just occasionally. If he wanted something from the god, because it seemed to help. A lot. “Yes, yes, it is! Thank you, master!”, he mumbled, not looking up, until he felt the sharp pain scourge through him like a fire charge. Nearly instantly, his head whipped around, glaring at whoever was responsible for it. The man reminded him a lot of Bankei, but his grin made him shudder. Despite not even knowing his name, Zahabia was pretty sure he didn’t like him. Even less than Bankei, which was quite the feat in itself. But with his groping and the expression that made him kind of want to slap him... He made himself quite unpopular. Thankful that Bankei was defending him, despite him being able to do that for himself just fine if they were in any other circumstances right now. Needing to impress these guests meant he couldn’t just run his mouth and give him a piece of his own mind, so getting to hear someone else taking the initiative for him… That, too, felt nice. Why did everything about Bankei make him feel like that today? Usually he wouldn’t be like this, but right now… He just nodded along, pulling free from the other man’s grasp, choosing to keep on ignoring him until he couldn’t anymore. Either because he became too annoying, and Zahabia snapped at him, or because Bankei ordered him to stop, which he truly hoped he didn’t because that man certainly meant nothing good.

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Zahabia didn’t mind continuing to dance, even though he felt weak, but he would get angry if he kept on touching him like this. Not even Bankei hadthat,e that and they had fucked. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Ghiath only laughed Bankei’s comment away, ignoring the obvious threat hidden within it with a wide smile. “He could by the end of the night. Don’t be that cocky. You clearly have grown rusty regarding any wishes.”, he countered, letting his hand wander up Zahabia’s back, along his spine, making the human shiver as he kept on wandering up, neither caring about Bankei’s threat nor the human's glare. “And didn’t you want to share him? It’s not really that if you keep him all to yourself, isn’t it, Bankei? Or are you that attached to him already, just because he comes running to you like a cute little puppy?”, Ghiath laughed again, before turning more serious, abruptly stopping as his fingers found their way under Zahabia’s top. “So, Bankei? Can I get a piece, or do you just want me to watch? Maybe you should get more dancers in the future. For all of us to enjoy. Certainly, it would keep you from getting bored, too. Having someone else join you each night… It keeps things interesting.”, The smile never vanished entirely from Ghiath’s face, and in the end he was giving Bankei a knowing wink, because he knew exactly what he was talking about. Some human was always willing to share the night with him. Even if he had to persuade them a little until they came to that conclusion. In the end, it was always worth it. At least to him.

Soon after Bankei had ordered another one of the servants to fetch his little dancer some water, he returned with one of the golden Chalices and a matching pitcher of water. Pouring some of the water in it, the servant handed Bankei the chalice with a small bow, taking his distance again but still near enough to be called again. "Here my little jewel." Bankei offered Zahabia the cup before another snarky comment from Ghiath caught his attention. "There is a difference between doing things yourself and letting someone else do it. Isn't it right that food prepared from others tastes way better than when you prepare it for yourself?" Bankei tipped his head a little to the side, giving Ghiath a smug but confident smile. He wouldn't give up so quickly against his friend. As a response to Ghiath suddenly snaking his hand beneath the top of his little dancer's outfit, Bankei only gave Ghiath a warning glance before settling his own hand onto Zahabia's hips, pulling him up and closer towards his own chest. "I don't recall ever saying that I would share him with you." His words were another cold warning before his eyes shifted back down towards Zahabia, suddenly an idea sneaking into the God's mind. He took the mouthpiece to his lips, inhaling a full load of smoke before another free hand from the side wandered up to Zahabia's chin, tipping it up and pulling him in closer. "Isn't that right my little jewel. I am your only master, am I not? You belong to me... or would you like me to share you with that hunk of meat over there?" Bankei spoke in a deep rumbling voice, dripping with something seductive as he slowly exhaled the cloud into Zahabia's face, or closer between the humans lips from the almost non-existent distance between the Two. His gaze seemed almost enchanting as the human should be quickly affected by the sickening sweet smoke that he was just forced to inhale, pulling him along on a trip he would have to remember... @SirFüncelot

Gladly, he accepted the golden chalice, drinking as if he had been on the verge of dying of thirst, not caring that his greed caused some water to spill. The coldness just felt too good, finally making his throat feel less dry and raspy after emptying it in its entirety, placing it down next to the pitcher. Sighing with relief, he settled down once more, feeling like his head had cleared a little bit again, but with the arguing happening behind him, Zahabia couldn’t really rest. Not when he felt those big hands wander up his back, seeming like they could crush him with one single grip. Zahabia didn’t like being the reason for this fight, especially because he wasn’t entirely sure what they were talking about. Wishes? Sharing him? He could grasp some of the concepts, but most didn’t make any sense, but apparently they had something going on with him, he wasn’t aware of. Was Bankei trying to sell him off? Or had he managed to get himself into something more dirty? A part of his brain told him to get away, but his legs didn’t move. Not that he could get away anyway, with the god still gripping his hips tightly, pulling him even closer. For a split second, he thought he would kiss him, making Zahabia expectantly close his eyes with anticipation, only to get disappointed in the end as he smelled the intense sweetness of the strange smoke everyone kept on inhaling. It made his head spin as he lightly coughed. What Bankei said seemed like it was spoken far off in the distance, or as if he had cotton stuck in his ears. His response was a bit slow, as he tried to grab and hold onto the god’s chest, only clawing at it slightly. “Yes… Yes, master, I'm yours… I don’t need anyone besides you. I only need you, master. Only master.”, Zahabia answered, with a slight slur, unsure what the strange substance had done to him, but now, after inhaling it deeply, his entire body seemed to burn, a strange hotness spreading from inside his chest along his entire body.

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What had Bankei done to him? He wasn’t sure; everything felt hazy, but also good. It felt good to be this close to him, their noses nearly touching, and without a second thought, about how inappropriate this may seem, he just cupped his face with both of his hands and pushed his lips needy against Bankei’s. Maybe this would make the burning stop, because otherwise he felt like he would just go up in flames.

Bankei’s analogy went over his head. He didn’t quite get what he meant by it, but in case he was making fun of him, he huffed at him with disapproval. It pissed him off that, for the first time in what seemed like forever, Bankei wasn’t willing to respect their friendship. Usually they shared everything, and up until now, that had also been his little human companions. The other had never cared particularly much about what he did with them. Sure, he wasn’t supposed to break them too much, but… With this one, he was certainly overreacting. Grumbling, he crossed two of his arms in front of his chest, pulling the third one away from Zahabia’s back. Instead, he placed it provocatively on Bankei’s knee, brushing up against the inside of his thigh with another smug grin. “So I’m just supposed to ignore your little human swaying his hips seductively, just waiting to get fucked, then? Is that what you are telling me? Who’s taking care of my needs instead? One of the other servants? Should I take my pick? They are all beautiful and certainly need a little disciplining as well.” Ghiath laughed, patting Bankei’s thigh lightly. “I’m just teasing. I know how much you love those little human pets of yours. I won’t touch them. But someone has to take care of this…”, with these words, he let one of his hands sink into his crotch, palming his bulge, with a raised eyebrow directed at Bankei’s face, not caring that he already seemed pretty occupied with his dancer, who didn’t seem too interested in him, which, to be fair, was such a shame. Ghiath could have shown him so many things he was missing out on just by staying with someone as prude as Bankei. “What is it gonna be, Bankei? Him? One of the other humans? Or do you expect me to do it myself, while watching you two?”, Ghiath huffed slightly with disapproval before an idea manifested itself on his face. With a wide grin, he leaned a little bit closer to Bankei’s face, whispering something to him.

8:41 AM

“You can help me out too, ya know. I wouldn’t mind. You get your little human all to yourself, and I can finally fuck someone without holding back. I’m sure you could take me, don’t you think? Don’t you want to be the first?”, he murmured into his ear, feeling pretty sure of himself. This would certainly turn out great. As long as Bankei went along, or he found another hole to stick his dick into, because he was slowly growing impatient. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing the praise from his obviously dazed human was like music in Bankeis ears. What they were smoking seemingly hit harder and quicker than for most of his friends, already given their pure size difference. Bankei wasn't surprised when Zahabia reached forward to pull him into a passionate and hungry kiss. He could feel the human's body radiate with heat and need. It was adorable. Another big hand wandered towards Zahabia's little ass, holding him up and groping it a little as they held their sweet kiss. Slowly giving into the pleasure, Bankei had closed his eyes, feeling his human pressed against his chest until he felt Ghiath's hand sneaking towards his inner thighs. Keeping his lower set of eyes closed, he only glared at his friend whilst not bothering to stop their kiss until Ghiath leaned forward to whisper into his ear. The options and choice he had to make was no pleasant one. He didn't want to let go of Zahabia but he know Ghiath would keep on bothering him until he had his own fun. But then an idea began to creep up in the god's mind, an idea to assure him the victory of their little bet. "Don't act like we haven't done it before." With those words and a small grin on his lips, Bankei had to break their kiss. "You know I've been the only one who could ever handle you. That is, if you haven't taken it from me."

1:25 AM

Bankei teased his friend further before holding up Zahabia's chin and bowing down towards his ear only for the human to hear: "Don't touch yourself. We are not done yet..." With those words, the God lifted one of his hands to summon a golden bowl into it. The bowl was filled with the golden oil that Zahabia had used before. Several other bowls appeared all over the room, hovering in the air until suddenly, the oil began to flow out of them into the air, forming streams that moved like snakes through the air, unaffected by gravity. It was a magical sight, a little party trick from Bankei to impress and show that he hadn't lost his magic and flair. While this all happened, Bankei had let the bowl levitating in the air before he gently scooped Zahabia off before shifting his attention towards Ghiath. "Alright then. Let's have some fun my good friend." Bankei's voice was dripping with something seductive as he leaned close towards Bankei's face. While doing so, one hand snaked his way towards Ghiath's hungry beast teasing it with his bare touch while his lips were so near and kissable. The God knew his friend well enough to know that he would pounce at him any second know to begin their lustful battle. For now, Zahabia was put aside, but he was certain that he soon would beg, wish for the allowance to touch himself from the coming erotic sight. @SirFüncelot

Gasping into their kiss each time he felt Bankei’s large hand squeeze his ass, he rubbed himself against him desperately, feeling too hot, especially between his legs. The friction of his outfit wasn’t enough to provide sufficient pleasure for Zahabia. He wanted to feel the god’s hands all over him, not just on his ass, but no matter how he moved against him or nibbled on his lip, he didn’t seem to catch the hint. In the end even breaking away from him to speak to the other man around. Zahabia didn’t care too much about their talk. He was too far gone to even understand what was going on, kissing Bankei’s neck and throat while he ground his hips desperately down onto the god’s crotch, seemingly satisfied with feeling him slowly harden beneath him, but just too soon he was interrupted. He expected another kiss or more touches, but instead only receiving a few words that made him whine with disapproval. He tried his best to grab onto Bankei, but was just picked up effortlessly and placed where the god had been sitting until now. Watching him leave, even though it was just a short distance away, made Zahabia feel lonely and left behind. He wanted to scream after him, make him stop, and come back, but the orders he had received… They made him wait expectantly, because it seemed like he would receive something even better if he just waited patiently enough and managed to abide by the one rule given to him. Not touching himself seemed simple enough. He was already straining against his underwear, but how hard could it be without anyone touching or kissing him? He should be able to do that. Or at least so Zahabia thought, because what soon happened right before his eyes was something he’d never expected to happen and would have never thought he would enjoy this much either. Usually he was the one getting watched, so for once being on the other end, just enjoying the show, was strange, and finally he could understand why so many spectators got off to him.

3:43 AM

Even if Bankei was just half as sexy as he was, it was still more than enough to make him feel hot and bothered. Even just the slight rubbing of the fabric against his nipples while he shifted around, trying to find a more comfortable position, doing his best to keep his hands to the side, to keep them as far away as possible from himself, to not even get any ideas.

Ghiath could only beam with excitement, waiting for Bankei to join him. As much as he would have liked to show the little human the ropes, he was sure he would be able to make him want to join just by watching him fuck Bankei. Imagining him in his place instead. He felt pretty sure of himself in that regard. Eventually he would come running to him, begging to get pressed into the cushions, his cute little ass lifted into the air, all ready for him to get fucked. Just the thought made Ghiath’s smile widen. Feeling his friend's rough hand on his crotch, sent shivers down his spine, making his cock twitch with excitement. “I’m gonna make you have a lot of fun, Bankei.”, Ghiath promised him, pushing their lips hard together, stealing a hungry kiss from him, while slowly tipping Bankei back onto the soft cushions and tapestries. Like a staring animal, he loomed over him, forcing his tongue into the other's mouth, letting one of his hands roam across his chest, teasing his nipples, and slightly pulling on the chains on them. The other buried itself into Bankei’s hair, moving his head; however, he wanted to get the best angles for kissing him. After the small magical display, it had only been a matter of time before the first sounds of pleasure filled the air. Everyone had been in the mood for this for quite some time, already touching and kissing before while they had still argued, but now it turned into a full-on orgy, with moans and groans coming from every corner of the room, soon followed by the first sounds of flesh hitting flesh. Whatever Bankei had offered them today, it was a lot stronger than usual. Not just for the human. It was as if he had wanted and planned for this to happen. Which considering everything, may be a possibility. “Already excited for me, aren’t you, your Highness?”, Ghiath teased, his hand wandering lower underneath the waistband of his pants, grabbing his half-hard cock and stroking it with a little bit too much force.

3:45 AM

“Seems like I don’t have to hold back then. Gonna make you all nice and wet. Soon, the only thing you’ll be knowing is my name. Can’t wait to hear you moan it again.”, he whispered into his ear, roughly biting into it, pulling at the earlobe, mostly mindful of his earrings. “Especially with your little human watching. He’ll be so jealous. Maybe you should let him fuck you too? Would that even satisfy your greedy hole? I remember how you kept swallowing me up. Like a needy whore. As if you could ever be satisfied by something other than my cock.” Ghiath laughed, as he groped Bankei’s cock even harder, roughly brushing along his tip, and squeezing his base as if he was trying to get him to cum as quickly as possible.

3:45 AM

@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

From the moment Ghiath united their lips in such a hungry kiss, Zahabia had been forgotten. Quickly as Bankei was pushed onto the cushioned floor beneath his hungry beast of a friend, their tongues fought a duel of who would conquer the other. While Ghiath's hands teased his chest and pulled his head back by his hair, Bankei's hands had wandered down to the man's ass, groping it hungrily before his fingers made their way below the fabric to get the best grip. While two of his hands were occupied with Ghiath's ass, one of the other hands started to knead his throbbing buldge while Bankei kept Ghiath close with a hand in the man's neck. As their two kisses got more heated, lustfull groans and sounds flowed into their kiss as a reaction to any little action. "Need a little break from last time you only moaned mine I presume." Bankei only fired back before his words transcended into a low groan at the feel of his teeth nibbling on his ear. "Don't forget about the times I fucked you into oblivion so that the whole palace could heard you scream my name. You weren't even able to look any of my servants in the eye afterwards." Bankei chuckled, throwing a fierce glance at his friend with a wide grin before he pulled the man's head back by the hair, moaning and gritting his teeth together in response to how rough Ghiath was handling him. While keeping Ghiath's head back, he leaned in to place a few sloppy kisses along his neck before taking the skin between his teeth, placing a nice bruised hickey just beneath the jawline and continuing to make more ad their battle of pleasure had just begun... @SirFüncelot

Even if he wanted to, Zahabia couldn’t tear his eyes away from the two men in front of him, who seemed absorbed in their own world, ignoring him completely while kissing and fondling each other. Oh, how he wished to be the one receiving all this attention. Getting kissed and touched all over… He imagined this as his reward if he stayed here like a good little human and followed his master's orders. Maybe… Maybe then they would soon do the same to him. Zahabia didn’t even mind anymore that he fantasized about the ruffian who had touched him and made him shudder before. Right now, it felt like it didn’t matter. It still looked good. Getting treated a little rougher… He was sure he could take it, and Bankei would make sure he wouldn’t seriously get hurt. Under any other circumstances, he would have hated this, but now, with his cock straining against his clothes, twitching and throbbing, despite not even getting touched yet… Even his nipples were hard, feeling pretty sensitive while they also kept on rubbing against the smooth fabric. He wanted nothing more than to stroke himself, maybe even finger his hole, imagining it was one of those two fucking him, but he couldn’t. He had promised to be good, and he wanted his reward. He could do this. Zahabia just had to hold out a little longer. He was sure Bankei would call on him any minute now and make him suck someone’s, anyone's, cock. It had reached a point where he would even be satisfied with one of the other people who were going at it in the background. Some of them were already fucking each other senseless, and Zahabia envied them for that.

Ghiath just snorted at Bankei’s comments, blowing hot air against the sensitive skin along his neck, before returning the favor by leaving a few more permanent marks. Instead of hickeys, he chose to leave one or the other bite marks behind before answering his friend with a low chuckle. “At least I was still able to walk afterward. I remember you needing to stay in bed for the rest of the day, saying I’ve been too rough, despite screaming literally moments earlier that you could take it all.” With Bankei already going for his ass, he couldn’t let himself fall behind because he certainly wouldn’t be on the receiving end today. Ghiath wanted to show the tiny human what a big slut his master was as soon as he was the one getting pounded. His entire high and mighty aura was just for show, and if one just tried hard enough, he turned into a moaning mess all on his own. Even screaming for more or for him to go deeper. This surely wasn’t a side any of Bankei’s guests or servants had seen yet, and Ghiath was more than willing to give them a small glimpse at what sounds he was able to produce with the proper care. Three of his hands were already occupied, so it was only natural that the fourth one that had kept him stable up until now wandered until it reached Bankei’s ass, groping it as hard as he did all over his body, not caring if he left marks with his hands as well. He wanted him to remember this encounter for a bit. Maybe even make his little dancer see how much better Ghiath had made his master feel. Something he could just dream of. Just touching the soft flesh through the fabric of his pants didn't feel right. It was in the way anyway, which annoyed Ghiath, who certainly could have just pulled the pants off or wished them out of existence.

7:44 AM

Instead, he went and just ripped them apart, not caring about any angry glares or comments he would receive from Bankei as his hand kept on moving, massaging one of his butt cheeks, occasionally trailing between them to brush against his hole to give him a quick glance at what would soon come. “After I’m done with you, you won’t be able to keep any of your servants around, because they all will look at you with lustful eyes, imagining how good it must feel to fuck you. I’m gonna turn you into a slut, Bankei. You’ll come crawling to me the next time we meet, begging for my cock again, because nothing else will satisfy your greedy hole.”, Ghiath boasted, rubbing his thumb vigorously across his friend's tip. His own dick felt already like it would burst out of his pants any second now, and Bankei hadn’t even tried to take them off while he laid here already mostly naked, only a small part of his chest still covered by his sash. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Jolts of pleasure and pain went through Bankei's body when he felt Ghiath's teeth digging into his skin. "But I did, didn't I? Something that I remember you weren't able to." Bankei gritted through his teeth followed by a low groan. The hands were everywhere, setting the God's skin on fire so much that he didn't even care about how Ghiath just ripped open his delicate and expensive clothing. When Ghiath only increased the pace of how he aggressively rubbed his tip, he let out another low groan. It felt good but it also almost hurt until soon, the first pearls of his thick precum started to form on his tip. Even with all the pleasure coursing through Bankei, he decided that was enough. Ghiath wouldn't get his friend to submit so easily. In one swift movement with a low growl emerging from behind his gritted teeth, Bankei had managed to roll over, bringing Ghiath below him and making the God sit on top panting. As he'd pulled the God under him he managed to rip open Ghiath's pants open as well, exposing his throbbing beast that had been yearning for attention and pressing against Bankei's ass from the way he'd set on his friends chest. Two of his upper arms held Ghiath in place, his two left keeping his friends dominant hand away while the other upper right had settled onto the man's throat, pinning him in place. "After today I will be the only one that will be able to satisfy your primal needs. Your only toy that doesn't snap in half after using it for only one time. You will be the only one here begging to let you only near my chambers, near myself." Bankei grinned as he spoke, eyes filled with a primal hunger and desire.

8:57 AM

While talking his last empty hand to reach out behind him and into one of the floating golden streams of oil, coating his hand generously in the golden liquid before reaching around to grab onto Ghiath's throbbing beast. As the god now leaned further forward, his hand began to queeze the man's shaft tightly, running his fingers up and down to lubricate the whole thing before he slowly began to stroke along his large member, getting faster and faster with every stroke. "You underestimate the power I have over you, Ghiath." Bankei whispered with a low almost growl like sound close to his face as he jerked Ghiath faster and faster. "So why don't you show me and everyone else here what a mess you can become once you take my huge cock?" His smug expression was one which showed his confidence in his skills, the confidence to win their little bet while not forgetting about their little game. Nonetheless, his times with Ghiath were the most fun and wild. Having someone equal in strength was convenient since he didn't have to worry about breaking them, but with Ghiath most things on and around them, like their broken beds, walls or pillars, would suffer instead... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia hadn’t been quite sure what to expect from this strange scenario. Bankei throwing the other to the ground and fucking him senseless? Probably, but their banter and commentary made it quite clear that this wasn’t a first-time occurrence, and that apparently Bankei would be the one on the receiving end. He would have never imagined something like this, but… It was certainly hot, making Zahabia’s insides stir, as he desperately began rubbing his crotch on one of the pillows. He didn’t even realize that he had to have straddled at some point, and the grinding slowly turned more into humping as he quietly moaned “master” over and over, really trying his best to stop, but ultimately failing. At least Bankei had just forbidden him from touching himself. As long as he wouldn’t be doing that, he would be fine, right?

Ghiath’s mouth escaped a gasp of surprise as he was suddenly turned onto his back, pinned to the ground by strong hands. The shock only lasted for a small second, soon replaced by his signature smile, as he felt Bankei rip open the front of his pants, now being able to feel his tight, well-defined ass against his throbbing erection. With his hands held down, he couldn’t grab his best friend's hips to make him grind down on his crotch harder, but he still could move his own hips rather well, using this movement to thrust up slightly, making his dick rub on Bankei’s ass. It wasn’t nearly enough, but it was at least a start. Occasionally, making a quickened breath and even gasps leave his lips. Ghiath didn’t like not being in control, but he did like the view he received. Without problems, he could look at Bankei’s face and chest, and if his eyes trailed down even further, he could see his throbbing cock, already leaking precum much like his own. He shivered with anticipation, as he felt Bankei’s slightly wet hand upon his erection, massaging and stroking it, coating it with the oil, obviously preparing him for further action. Was Bankei really about to give up his ass for him? Or was this just a trick to make him lower his guard? He kept a close eye on the other, studying him closely, but nothing in his voice, words, or tone made it obvious that he was planning anything. It let Ghiath chuckle, as he began thrusting up and into Bankei’s hand, trying to get him to move a little bit faster, a little bit harder, because this wouldn’t do it. It wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy him, despite already losing his mind, with just his touches. Ghiath bit his lip to keep himself from moaning, not wishing to grant Bankei this kind of satisfaction just yet. It would just prove his point, and he would never hear the end of that. “You better bring it on, your Highness.

10:28 AM

We don’t have all the time in the world, don’t we? Better put your tight little ass to use then, and sit on it. You’re gonna look so good riding it, begging me to finally pound into you, because it can’t reach deep inside of you just on your own.”, Ghiath spoke at last, trying to plant ideas into Bankei’s head they both would enjoy, because in the end that was what all of this was about. Making them both enjoy this, despite the bickering, the harsh words, and touches, they both loved it, and nothing would turn him on more than getting to see Bankei chasing his pleasure on top of him. As much as he wanted to hold onto him and do all the hard work himself, he knew too well how much he enjoyed being in control. If he was willingly giving up his ass, why not let him have this little bit of joy? If he wanted, Ghiath could still break away from his grip easily. He just had to try a little bit harder. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Ghiath stiffling his moans and lustful sounds and feeling his hips bucking eagerly into his hand was already a good sign in the God's eyes. Usually Bankei wasn't the one to take it, but today was special. Giving Zahabia this unusual sight would certainly want to make him join. He'd just have to wish for it. Throwing a quick glance over to the human himself, Bankei noticed how Zahabia wasn't exactly touching himself, but rather having his fun into a pillow. With one quick snap the pillow between his little dancer's leg's disappeared. "Oh you are not going to touch yourself any time soon now my little jewel. Watch and keep your hand and those pretty hips and legs still." Bankei ordered with a small smug grin, but with a gaze that was filled with desire and need before he shifted all his attention back towards Ghiath. "You will be the one begging for more." Bankei spoke in a low voice as he leaned a little more forward while lifting up his ass to tease his entrance with Ghiath's wet tip. His grip around his friends neck only tightened as they were close, slowly beginning to cut off the air through his windpipe. A thrilling and dazing effect in combination with the smoke. "You will learn to scream my name, wanting to thrust even deeper and deeper but finding yourself stuck on edge until I allow you to go deeper, my good friend." He whispered, slowly letting himself sink onto Ghiath's member. A shudder went through the God's body as he was filled with the feel of pure pleasure just from barely taking the tip to stretch, but of course he didn't show it. While slowly letting himself sink down deeper, he managed to hold back further moans, leaving only his increasingly hot breath and closed eyes as an indication of pleasure until his ass finally set on Ghiath's stomach. His rod was burning inside of him, he couldn't deny that it felt incredibly good. @SirFüncelot

He had felt so good, but suddenly feeling the pillow vanish from beneath him, paired with Bankei’s words, made Zahabia whine as he stared at the god with dilated pupils. He meant to protest and say something to disobey him, but he couldn’t. It was as if just the idea of opposing Bankei made him retaliate. He wanted him to be proud of him, to praise him once more for doing this good, waiting obediently and patiently for his turn. Zahabia really tried to keep it down, forcing his hips to a halt as he realized they were buckling against the remainder of the cushions once more. A small whimper escaped him as his nails dug into the fabric of his sheer pants, fighting desperately for control over his burning body that wanted nothing more than to finally be touched. His dick has been straining against his clothes for some time now, with a growing wet spot already forming at the tip of it. Groaning just because of that as he kept watching, trying to get Bankei’s attention one more time with pleading eyes and a mumbled “Please, master…”

The pressure on his throat felt a bit weird, but also very erotic, considering the power Bankei had over him with this. It wasn’t enough to make him fight for air, but breathing and talking certainly got a lot harder, which was the reason why Ghiath mostly kept grinning as the other spoke and finally even lowered himself down on his cock. An expression of pure bliss and desire washed over his face as soon as his tip got enveloped in the familiar, warm tightness of Bankei’s hole. Even now, he was squeezing down hard on him, making him see stars and audibly exhale. He kept a close eye on the shift in his expressions, enjoying how they also turned a lot more primal with need and desire, as he sank down further and further, making Ghiath groan and curse lowly, wishing for his hands to be upon his friend's body once more. A small struggle ensued as he tried to break free from Bankei’s grasp, only freeing his hands, enjoying the light chokehold a little bit too much right now to stop it. Instead, his hands just began roaming over the others body. One pair settled on his hips, grabbing them tightly, his fingers digging deeply into the flesh, holding Bankei down, while his own slowly thrusted up into him, as if he were to test the waters and get him a bit more used to it before picking up the speed and going at it a lot more recklessly. As much as he wanted to enjoy the show Bankei would be giving him on top of his dick, he certainly wasn’t moving fast enough for Ghiath who already grew impatient after being inside of him for not even half a minute. The other pair of hands roamed further up, one grabbing a hold of the hair at the back of Bankei’s head again to roughly push him down and pulling him in for another heated tongue kiss, that was mostly teeth than lips or tongue, and left Ghiath even more breathless than before. He had to pull his friend off much too soon to gasp for air,

7:04 PM

catching his breath slowly to speak to him. “Should have put that mouth of yours to better use, to make you stop talking so much. Maybe I’ll get your human to suck my cock for me after I’m done with you. He seems quite eager to join. Why don’t you let him? Still not keen on sharing him?”, Ghiath’s voice sounded raspy, a little bit labored, and hoarse, but that didn’t stop him from adding another laugh at the end. His remaining hand ran over Bankei’s chest, playing with the dangling chains on his nipples. He twirled them around his finger, pulling lightly, before seemingly losing interest and brushing across Bankei’s well-deformed lower stomach, as if he were on the way to stroke his cock once again, but always stopping right before he reached the base and taking a detour somewhere else instead. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Ghiath's expression shifting into one of pure pleasure was a treat for Bankei. He loved to see his friend melt like this and now that he'd let him free his hands, his body felt like it was on fire beneath his touch. While keeping his one hand on his friends throat, Bankei threw a quick side glance over to Zahabia, barely catching his pleading before ignoring it, only giving him a hint of a grin. His eyes spoke more than a thousand words before his head rolled back again and let out a low groan at the feel of Ghiath's tight grip on his hips. Combined with his first powerful thrusts it was a heavenly feeling. Bankei was soon met with more quicker and even more forceful thrusts inside of him, slowly getting more and more lewd sounds out of him before he was pulled down by his hair into a forceful hungry kiss. Another low moan pressed inbetween their lips, his grip around Ghiath's throat not loosening a bit. Meanwhile as they kissed, his other pair of hands had settled onto Ghiath's hip while his remaining free hand grazed up his friends abdomen before teasingly brushing over the man's hard and pierced nipple to tease. "You're so impatient." Bankei replied, his breath hot and heavy brushing against Ghiath's neck once their kiss was broken. In response Bankei leaned forward to bite his friends earlobe teasingly before placing a bruised print of his teeth beneath Ghiath's jawline. During all his small actions, he didn't quiet down as his friend didn't forget his actions. Nothing around them seemed to matter anymore. Right now it was only Bankei and Ghiath, getting absorbed as they tangled with each other in fucking each other senseless. It was truly an erotic and marvelous sight to see the God and his friend like this. @SirFüncelot

Bankei didn’t even look at him properly, instead giving all of his attention to his so-called friend, which didn’t sit quite right with Zahabia. Of course, it was hot to watch, and turned him on more than it should, but couldn’t he at least look at him? Or talk to him? It would help a lot with managing the burning desire in his chest after he wasn’t allowed to touch himself. Wait… Himself? Bankei had just forbidden him from doing that; there hadn’t been any other rules or restraints, so… With an idea slowly manifesting itself in Zahabia’s mind, he crawled over the cushioned floor closer to the two men, who looked more like they were wrestling with each other than finding pleasure, but he didn’t pay too much mind to it. More fixated on Bankei and the other man, still unsure where exactly he could fit in. With the both of them going at it this vigorously, he didn’t exactly want his head anywhere near the both of them, despite feeling the urge to lick and kiss all over their bodies, especially interested in his god’s rock-hard cock, which he had seen bouncing with each thrust before. Curiously, he brushed his fingers against Bankei’s thigh, trying to get the god’s attention by tapping his skin lightly. “Master, please. Let me touch you. I promise to not touch myself, master. Please. I wish to join you. I want to make you feel good, master.”, Zahabia pleaded, looking at Bankei intently, waiting for his approval and permission, maybe even another order, before doing anything else. Or at least before doing anything else drastic, because his other hand found its way onto the lower stomach of the other man, feeling his muscles there, intending to maybe bribe him to put a good word in for him. After all, he had seemed rather interested in Zahabia before. Maybe he was willing to persuade Bankei as well to let him join.

“Don’t tell me you don’t like it this way. As if you would want me to go any slower.”, Ghiath licked his lips, not even thinking about slowing down any time soon. Not when Bankei made him feel this hot and just turned him on even more each time he touched his skin. It was as if he set fire to his skin, sending shivers down his spine while he played with his nipples and bit his neck. He liked how rough it felt, giving an equal amount of roughness back, not afraid of what could happen to his friend because he knew he could take it. Unlike the small and weak humans who threatened to break just by him touching them wrong. This was always a lot of fun. In a different way than usual, but certainly not bad, and very much welcome to blow off some steam. Ghiath didn’t even realize the human approach, too absorbed in relentlessly thrusting up into Bankei’s hole, contemplating whether to change their position or not, because like this, he just couldn’t go deep enough, and it was tiring to always move Bankei in his entirety. Fucking was already a workout; why make it even harder by also hip-thrusting, his friend's entire wait? The least he could do was move a bit more by himself, but apparently that thought didn’t even cross his mind. Slightly startled by the additional, slightly smaller hand that settled on his abdomen, he raised an eyebrow in confusion, following the arm up with his eyes, until settling on the face of the human, who wasn’t looking at him directly, but if those puppy dog eyes had pleaded to him like this, he would have shoved Bankei right off to fuck him instead. He just looked too cute and eager to please. Just what he liked. But of course, his entire attention belonged to Bankei…

9:26 PM

A low growl escaped Ghiath, grabbing his hips a bit tighter, starting to use them, and slam his friend down on his cock with a lot more force, hopefully faltering his speech a little bit or at least keeping things interesting. As much as he wanted the human to join, if he wasn’t allowed to do as he pleased with him, there was no reason for that if just Bankei was going to have his fun. That Zahabia had already issued a wish went completely over his head, apparently missing it during his just too cute display of submission. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Fully emerged in each other's pleasure, Bankei loved doing it with his friend in this rough demeanor, not having to worry about breaking Ghiath in any sense. He knew very well how much his friend could take. While his hand still remained on the other's throat, Bankei sat a little more up again but not fully yet, his other pair of hands settling on Ghiath's hips and lower stomach while his other hand twirled around his friends left nipple. Few lower curses left his lips with his head leaned back, eyes closed to savor the feeling of his friend thrusting inside of him over and over again. The only thing that pulled him out of it was the gentle touch on his thigh by a hand that was way to small to belong to Ghiath. At first, Bankei almost didn't recognize the human's word, but once it clicked in the distance, a grin formed on his lips. Just as he was about to answer him, instead a not so quiet moan escaped his lips instead as he felt Ghiath thrusting inside while also slamming Bankei's hips further down. Suddenly Ghiath seemed even more eager to destroy his friend in the best way possible, both consumed by primal pleasure and longing. With more moans and curses leaving his lips, his nails dug deeper into Ghiath's hips, his other hand flicking over the pierced nipple while it got progressingly harder to form basic thoughts. He barely could keep his eyes open or even onto Zahabia as his mind slowly melted away over Ghiath's mighty beast. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia got ignored once again, a slight pout slowly forming on his face as they just kept on fucking like wild animals. Yes, it was extremely hot. Yes, just watching made him feel like he could cum without ever touching his cock, and yes, he wanted nothing more than to either trade places with Bankei or finally feel his cock inside of him. He hadn’t even been allowed to prepare himself. How was he supposed to get fucked right away like this? Well… He kind of felt wet down there, maybe because of the sweat and precum that was certainly pooling in his underwear, but maybe also because whatever he had been forced to inhale before did more strange things to him than just lose his reason and any kind of restraint, as well as make him incredibly horny. He wouldn’t deny it. It was certainly a possibility, but to test this theory, he'd have to wait for someone to finally pull down his pants and finger his hole. Just imagining it made him shiver and his cock throb. How was he able to withstand any kind of touch like this? He would cum as soon as someone so much as looked at him for too long. God, how he wished for some attention right now. Nothing would make him happier or satisfy more of his needs.

Not willing to let Bankei answer the human's pleas, Ghiath rolled them both around, further away from the human, now kneeling on top of the other god. A wild grin distorted his face as he grabbed a tight hold of his hips, relentlessly slamming himself into Bankei, holding him in place to just fuck into him without caring about anything else. The human, the others around them, and even his friend's own release seemed completely forgotten; only one thought remained in his head, spurring him on to go even faster and harder, not wanting to stop. With one free hand, he pinned both of Bankei’s lower arms above his head, preventing some of the movements of the upper ones with that as well, as the last of his four arms wandered once more to his cock, stroking it with a similar pace to his thrusts, intending to make him reach an orgasm too, despite thinking about denying him any potential release. With how eager the little human had seemed, he would have certainly liked it if his master was already nice and hard for him to take, but he wouldn’t want to deny him the joys of getting his master into the mood once more. It surely would be a show to behold, even if he was denied touching the human by Bankei, he had no problem getting off to the both of them fucking; after all, he wasn’t forbidden from touching himself like the dancer was. “Fuck, Bankei! You look like such a slut. Moaning so nice because of my cock.”, Ghiath hummed along until he broke out in a hearty laugh, making his chest rumble as he leaned down to kiss him one last time, hungrily biting at his lip. His thrusts grew frantic, more uneven and unsteady than before, still going too fast and too hard. Both their bodies hitting against each other, resulting in a rather obvious and quite lewd sound.

8:24 PM

“Cum for me, Bankei! Let me hear how much of a whore you truly are!”, he moaned loudly for everyone in the room to hear into his friend's mouth as he buried himself deep inside of him one last time, shooting ropes of hot cum into him, grabbing his hips tight enough to surely leave bruises behind, but right now he just cared about himself, riding out the waves of pleasure with a few more hazy thrusts. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

It took Bankei by a little surprise that Ghiath suddenly flipped him beneath the Two, feeling Ghiath's thrust becoming even more intense now that he was pinned against the ground. They kept knocking the air out of the God's lungs, only leaving him able to moan breathlessly and curse. He couldn't deny how good Ghiath's dick felt everytime. His grip was tight around his hands when he pinned his lower pair of arms above his head, keeping his other two arms from moving as well. Fuck the sight the Two were giving right now, especially now that Ghiath began to stroke his own throbbing member who was aching for a release. The frantic touch got another moan out of Bankei, feeling his hips buck against the movements of Ghiath's hands for even more friction. God he was really allowing himself to turn into a total slut over his friends dick. Hearing Ghiath's banter and heavy laughter formed a grin on Bankei's own face between his few lewd sounds. "Wait til I...get my- hngh~...revenge you bastard!" Bankei spoke, breathlessly between every mighty thrust. He had been barely able to form those words, his mind slowly turning into mush as his orgasm came closer with every blow. He embraced their passionate kiss once more, adding up to the overwhelming heat. Hearing and feeling his friend filling him up to the brim combined with his last thrust and his hand running down to the base of his shaft for the final time gave Bankei the final blow. His eyes rolled shut back into his thrown back head, his back arching beneath Ghiath's weight as the hot semen exploded from his tip, shooting against Ghiath's abs and turning their bodies into a hot and sticky mess. The God's hips were burning beneath Ghiat's hard grip, but Bankei didn't bother.

1:09 AM

He was hovering in a state of pure bliss. It was an ecstatic feel of pleasure, a feel only his friend could make him feel. "Fuuuck... amazing as always." Bankei laid beneath Ghiath, panting softly. It took him a good moment to gather his thoughts again, to even be able to form those thoughts again, before a low chuckle began to emerge from his chest. "And it looks like I've won my friend." He gave him a teasing grin, not having forgotten about Zahabia's words from earlier. It was certain now that his human would continue to belong to him. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia hadn’t thought the display couldn’t get even hotter than it already was, but he had been wrong and was proven wrong as soon as the two gods rolled over, and he could see what was possible. He wasn’t sure he would be able to take this. He was quite certain he would break in half if someone pounded him this hard, but it still turned him on too much, making him press his thighs together hard to stop himself from even thinking about touching himself. As nice as it felt, it wasn’t worth it. After waiting this long, he would soon get the opportunity to feel a similar kind of pleasure. He moaned quietly as he saw them both cum, their faces distorted with pleasure, their breathing going quickly as they slowly came down from their high. He still wasn’t sure what they were talking about, but Zahabia didn’t care about it anyway, with only one thing on his mind. Crawling towards them, he settled close to Bankei once more, looking at him with pleading eyes, as he spoke once more. “Master, please. Fuck me, use me, anything, master, just please touch me. I want you, please. I can’t anymore.”, he begged, desperately wiggling where he sat, to show that he truly didn’t do anything against the god’s orders, but didn’t know how much longer he could take this uncertainty before he would lose his mind and just discard his caution. Zahabia could already feel his mind slip right now and was certain that it would just get worse from now on.

Groaning, he pulled himself out of Bankei, feeling his cum following and leaking out of his hole, but he didn’t really care about that. He was covered in cum as well, and it wasn’t really sex until everyone was mostly covered in various bodily fluids. They could get themselves cleaned up afterward. Either by Bankei’s cute little dancer, if he was still conscious by then and hadn’t lost his mind to how good it felt, or by one of his various other servants. He was sure at least one of them would be up to join him in the baths; maybe they even had some desires he could fulfill in Bankei’s stead. After all, he just wasn’t allowed to put his hands on the little human dancer. Everyone else was up for him to get, weren’t they? What Bankei said next made him pause, though. He was in the midst of stretching his neck, massaging slightly where he had been grabbed before, but now only stared with disbelief as well as one raised eyebrow. “What do you mean?”, Ghiath asked, very confused, looking back and forth between Bankei and the human. As far as he had noticed, no wish had been spoken, right? “It doesn’t count if he just begs, your Majesty. He has to say the words. If it were that easy, I would have more wishes to fulfill than I could count. After all, even you have already begged me to go faster and harder. Don’t you remember?”, with these words, he grabbed his friend's chin, pulling him up a bit to lock their lips in a kiss once more. “And I don’t remember ever granting you three wishes afterward. Or do you want to go back on that now? Even though that isn’t how it works?”, he smiled, sure that he would still be able to wind the human over if he just tried hard enough and finally got the opportunity to get his cock inside his tight little ass. “And if he already has issued a wish, why haven’t you granted it yet?

2:40 AM

Aren’t you powerful enough? Come on, shower him in wealth and riches, or what did you little human want? Do you have to fuck him? Was it that? Is he that desperate?”, Ghiath laughed, pointing towards the tent and the obvious wet spot in his pants, making Zahabia shuffle to hide it as best as he could. “Look at him. He’s even more of a slut than you are. He’s going to look so good all sprawled out on my bed. I’m gonna make sure he’ll never have to leave it ever again, as I will spend every single night with him. Maybe even the days when he’s too enchanting.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With a groan he felt Ghiath pull out of him, leaving him below him all in a hot and sticky mess. Suddenly he felt so empty without his friends cock inside him, an unusual feeling. Once Ghiath had let go of him, he rubbed the wrist of his hands, the other pair rubbing his bruised hips, seeing the slightly more dark bruised ring around Ghiath's neck in satisfaction. Of course this big hunk of muscle had been completely oblivious to Bankei's victory. Yet the god had caught on to Zahabia's words just in time to assure his victory. Nobody was able to take something away from Bankei that easily. When Ghiath pulled him into another kiss, Bankei's grin grew only wider against the man's lips. "Oh really? Then you should better pay attention next time." He replied with a mischevous grin as he looked up with glinting eyes, pushing Ghiath a little back from him as he sat more up with a groan. He then brought a hand between the Two, pointing up into the air where seemingly a shattering small rift appeared. It looked like a small mirror and inside there was Zahania, how he'd begged earlier at the side of his master, shifting needy with his face twisted in desire. "Master, please. Let me touch you. I promise not to touch myself, master. Please. I wish to join you..." Zahabia's pleading could be heard once again, hollow and distant, but it was evident that those had been Zahabia's exact words. With curious eye, Bankei watched his friend for any small reaction to his own sweet victory. "Just admit your defeat my dear friend. My little jewel is staying with me..." He grinned widely before closing the memory by clenching his fist and shifting his attention to his little dancer with a lustful gaze, dragging his index finger slowly below the human's chin before keeping his chin held up. "And definitely deserves a reward."

9:01 AM

He added with a mischevous grin, leaning in a little more for their faces to be close, noses almost touching. He wanted to see everything of his little dancer, the desire and passion, wanting to hear him beg for more... @SirFüncelot

Still not understanding much of what was going on in front of him, Zahabia could just stare in horror as Bankei replayed the embarrassing things he had said before. It made him flush in an even deeper shade of red, his cheeks already slightly tinted pink by how warm he felt. But this certainly made his blood boil. Normally he probably would have been angry and insulted the god or at least given him the cold shoulder, but right now it just was embarrassing to get to see himself that desperate. Was that really how Bankei had seen him? Zahabia wanted to hide, possibly crying, under a pile of pillows and never ever emerge from it again. His arousal didn't matter at the moment, only shame remained and made him want to do even stranger things. Contemplating if running away would be an option he was pulled from his thoughts as the god spoke to him for the first time in what felt like an eternity. Not having realized how close he had gotten, it startled Zahabia to look directly into his face, their noses and lips nearly touching. With being this close, he could feel the warmth he radiated, he could see the beads of sweat on his forehead, and smell the sweet scent of the smoke from before that still clung to him. It didn't smell bad, rather it made Bankei smell very enticing, as if he could possibly not get enough from him. Not thinking straight, he only leaned in with a quietly mumbled "Master", kissing the god desperately and pressing his entire body against him.

1:10 AM

As far as it was possible, he tried to get on top of him. Maybe back onto his lap or at least somewhat near, still fighting the urge to grind his ass against Bankei’s cock. He still hadn’t been told that he was allowed to do so, even though the prospect of a reward was nearly in his grasp. "Master, please. Tell me… What do I need to do to make you touch me? Please, master, I'll do anything. Just… Just… Please, master. I've been good.", Zahabia moaned against his lips, not able to contain himself any longer, pressing his hips hard against Bankei’s crotch, not caring that his pants got soaked by his cum. He only wanted the burning inside of him to finally stop. Nothing else would make him happier right now.

Ghiath scoffed, ready to argue about this specific topic, but let it go as soon as he saw the memory. A rather cute one, that made him truly disdain not having paid closer attention to the small human, because he would have loved to see it for himself. It certainly would have made him want to abandon Bankei, and just let him lay where he was to instead fulfill the human's deepest desires. Too bad that the wish hadn’t been directed at him… it would have been a pleasure to touch him all over, to mess up his hair and clothes and cover him in marks that showed who he belonged to. That his friends hadn't done that right away made him pause, though. Maybe Bankei hadn't been able to get him off, which wasn’t true, but he certainly wouldn’t poke any further, no daring to hurt the human's feelings even more. "I'll never admit defeat, and you know that. If you ever grow bored by him, don't throw him out. I'll take him from you and take proper care of him. Just you see. Am gonna fulfill all his little mortal wishes.", Ghiath grinned, leaning back on two of his four hands, grabbing one of the mouthpieces of the pipe once more, just sitting back and enjoying the show a little. Watching the human try to shove his tongue down Bankei's throat, his pathetic hip thrusts, the lewd sounds he made.

1:12 AM

Certainly he was just too cute and if truly he ever was thrown out of here he would make sure to collect him and give him a good time. At least for a short while, because he was pretty sure even with him being this fascinating, sooner or later he would have either grown too bored by playing pretend with him or which was more likely he had played too often or too rough with him and broke him that way. But Ghiath wouldn't think about that until that point in time came. "What kind of reward were you thinking of giving him? He already got the show of a lifetime. I don’t think it will get any better than that.", he finally interrupted, not able to keep his mouth shut for more than a few minutes at a time. There was only so much he could smoke, and stroking himself while watching seemed tiring. After all, he had wanted to make Bankei overthink them sharing the human once more. He had won the bet, but he surely couldn't be that heartless to just keep him all to himself, could he? "If you need a helping hand, or better a helping cock, you know I'm your man. Would make sure to give him the time of his life too. He probably sounds even cuter when moaning than you.", Ghiath grinned, feeling like Bankei wouldn't be able to deny him this request. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The need in his little human's eyes had been evident with his heated body pressing against Bankei in the closest way possible along with his needy lips pressing themselves against those of the God. Further indulging himself in his dancer's needy kiss, he wrapped his arms around his waist and settled his hands on the humans arms to scoop him into his lap, already feeling his own still exposed dick getting a little more firm again. But once again, Ghiath destroyed the magic moment between those two with his sarcastic big ass mouth that he couldn't keep shut. "Of course you would. Your head is simply to dense for you to even think about giving up." Bankei scoffed after parting his lisp from the human, rolling his eyes at his friends comment. Although he knew that his friend was always greedy for more and that he'd lost the bet, seeing his human claw all needy to his chest, begging for every bit of affection and attention to give, somehow an idea crept into his mind. Afterall, what would friends be for if they don't share... "I certainly have to admit, he would look even more irresistible when filled from both sides, would he not?" A mischevous smirk curled along Bankei's lips before his grip tightened around the human's hips to lift him up and flip his position in his lap. Now Zahabia was sitting with his back leaned against Bankei's broad chest, but the God quickly found a way to diatract him since his beautiful body and front were way more accessible for his hands to explore. "What do you think my precious jewel?..." Bankei whispered close against the human's ear with a deep and seductive voice as he lifted the man's chin up to meet the God's gaze over his shoulder.

3:50 PM

While Bankei did so, his other upper hand slid beneath the human's fabric that covered his chest, his fingers teasing his hard nipple with a circular motion of his index finger before pinching it slightly. With his other lower hand settling on the man's thigh, the other reached out to coat itself in a stream of the floating golden liquid before guiding his hand back and setting it on the man's abdomen and slowly sneaking itself lower and lower towards the wet spot in his pants. "Would you like to get fucked by both us at the same time? Wouldn't this be a fitting reward for you who's been such a good boy?" Bankei continued to tease his pet further, purring his last two words while only his index finger slowly slit along the top of his throbbing and needy member. After he was done talking, he quickly threw a mischievous glance towards Ghiath, giving him an almost thrilled grin. He knew his friend would enjoy it as much as he himself would. It had been Zahabia's wish afterall and they would gladly do their best to fulfill it. @SirFüncelot

Having Bankei talk and break their kiss, which Zahabia seemed to desperately need, made him whine slightly before his lips and fingers kept on wandering down his neck and towards his collarbones. He didn’t care about potentially leaving any marks, too absorbed in trying to convince the god before him to stop talking so much and finally let him do something—anything—to stop those stupid, lewd thoughts in his head from mingling there. If Bankei took any longer, he would just discard every last bit of caution he had and wiggle free from his grasp to take what he wanted himself. Despite hearing what the two others talked about, Zahabia didn’t understand a word. He knew they talked about something, but the meaning never quite reached him because he was too captivated by how nice Bankei’s voice sounded. Like a deep, seductive rumbling that made him want to rip his clothes off and offer himself to him. Had he always sounded like this, and he just had failed to notice it until now? Certainly, that must have been the case. Zahabia could listen to this for hours. Getting praised, receiving orders, it all sounded rather nice when Bankei said it to him. A slight mewl escaped him as he was turned around and could no longer freely explore the god's chest and body, instead grinding his ass down against his crotch now, aiming to make him hard again, so he wouldn’t be able to ignore him any longer. Zahabia had meant to reach back with one hand to grab whatever he could reach from Bankei’s head and pull him forward for more kisses or press him against the skin of his own neck to get him to continue, but the same seductive voice found its way back into his ear, sending shudders down his spine and making him shiver, even moan slightly, because the offer he couldn’t even remember sounded good no matter what it would be. “Yes! Yes!”, he already accepted, his voice breathless as the god began teasing his nipples,

10:25 PM

slowly wandering further down his body. It was as if Zahabia was slowly losing his mind, finally getting what he had desired all this time, only being able to react by gasping and moaning. He needed to lean his entire weight against Bankei’s chest, fearing that he would otherwise fall, his fingers digging through the thin fabric into the flesh of his thighs. If this continued, he certainly would have turned insane. Either by too much or too little pleasure. He felt like there was no in-between. “Yes, master! I’ve been good. Please, fuck me, master!”, Zahabia moaned lewdly and threw his head back, letting it rest against Bankei’s shoulder, unable to lower his voice, as he finally felt a finger on his tip, nearly making him cum just from that, because of how desperate he was. He couldn’t even say how long he’d been like this. How long he had been made to wait. Not that it matters right now. At least he was conscious enough to ask a question that may be important. “May I cum, master? Please? I’m a good boy. I can keep going, master. I promise.”, he pleaded further, rolling his head to the side to catch at least one of his eyes and make him look at him.

Ghiath’s smile widened at this suggestion, as he hummed and nodded along, taking another drag from the pipe and enjoying it while waiting for the human's response. Of course, he didn't deny it. He still hadn’t looked at him and seemed mostly focused on Bankei, but Ghiath was determined to change that, putting the mouthpiece down and getting up. He approached the both of them, leaning down to grab Zahabia’s chin, twisting it away from Bankei and in his direction instead, to smirk at him. “You look so good. I could eat you up, little human. But I guess your master wouldn’t allow that. He seems rather fond of you, don’t you think?”, not waiting for any response or even reaction, he just leaned in to kiss him hungrily, pushing his tongue far into the dancer’s mouth, making sure to explore every last part of his mouth. Their kiss did break, leaving Zahabia breathless, drool running down the corners of his mouth, while Ghiath stayed close a little bit longer to bite into his bottom lip, drawing a little bit of blood, before he pulled away and returned to watching them both. Taking a step back and grabbing his own dick, once again, to keep on stroking it. “Which of his hungry holes do you want? Or do I get to choose? Because if I do, I want to try both of them. Just making sure I’m not missing out on anything that way.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Feeling how Zahabia was leaning so desperately against his body, needy and longing for every little touch was pure amusement to him. It was as if his meal offered itself on a silver plate for the wolves to devour. His begging drew the God's attention away from Ghiath again and back onto Zahabia who looked up at him with puppy eyes that were filled with desire. Bankei grinned with delight at this sight before he bowed forward to lean close to the human's ear: "I give you permission to, but be warned. No matter how often you cum, we are gonna keep going and fuck your little human brain out, no matter how loud you beg for mercy. Understood?" Bankei purred almost softly, taking his hand off the human's thigh to dunk it into one of the oil streams around them and then settled to tease his cock. His other hand who'd been occupying himself with it before wandered towards his dancer's back, the still in oil coated hand slowly pulling the fabrics down to expose the man's arms to him and slowly pushing one of his fingers inside while he let Ghiath take the opportunity to steal a kiss. "My, what a messy little boy you are. Such a little slut..." Bankei noted with a grin as he stretched out Zahabia with one finger. He only looked back up to look at Ghiath who had asked him a good question. "His little ass belongs to me." He replied simply before he pushed a second finger inside of Zahabia. Fuck he was still so tight, but soon loosened up with ease. It made Bankei grin as he got back to watching his little human writhe in pleasure and need before another important thought came up in his head. "Oh...and Ghiath..." He looked back up towards Ghiath, this time less amused and instead was replaced by a cold and intimidating stare. "I warn you. Don't break him. I want him to be alive after we, especially you are done with him." He spoke his warning with a low voice, his teeth elongating a bit again into tiger like fangs to make his warning clear.

10:11 AM

As much as he loved his friend and cherished him, he was an absolute animal when it came to almost every activities, but especially in bed. He wanted Zahabia to survive in one piece and without any cracked or broken bones. It was one of the reasons why he loved to take his little dancer from the back. As much as he would've enjoyed the front view, he was certain that Ghiath would get Zahabia to rip with his reckless behavior. He wasn't even sure anymore if his idea had been the greatest, but he wouldn't go back on his offer now. @SirFüncelot

Ghiath groaned, pulling away from another heated kiss with the human in annoyance as he heard Bankei’s words. The first had made him happy. It wasn’t exactly what he’d wanted, but still better than nothing or just his own hands. But him constantly telling him he had to be careful… Yes, humans were weak, but he was sure this one could take it. Or at least most of it. “That was once, Bankei! And almost 200 years ago! And the healers fixed him up all nicely! He didn’t even die! How long are you going to rub that in my face?”, he grumbled, less than happy. Just because he had fucked one of his little humans a little bit too hard didn’t mean he would do that every time. He’d grown a bit since then. Ghiath was still rough, but he certainly aimed to break them as much as he did then. It still happened because humans were just too weak for most things he wanted, but at least it wasn’t his end goal anymore. And with this little human… Ghiath would like to get a chance to fuck him, so breaking him now seemed quite counterproductive. With a sigh and a dramatic eye roll, he grabbed the back of Zahabia’s head, burying his fingers deep inside his hair to tilt his face up even more, and just kissed him to calm his nerves a bit so Ghiath wouldn’t shout something at Bankei instead. He didn’t want to lose this chance. Who knew if he’d ever get it offered again if he squandered his opportunity now?“Yes, yes… I won’t break your precious little toy, your majesty. I’ll be as careful with him as if he were my own…”, his voice still sounded like a deep rumble as he accepted the conditions. He would have to see how much Bankei would let him get away with. “Open wide, little human~ I’m going to show you how to properly suck someone’s dick.”, Ghiath grinned, still keeping a hold onto Zahabia’s hair, turning his head a little bit more away from Bankei to allow himself to stand close and slowly press his cock into his face while maintaining eye contact with his friend.

10:34 PM

Unusually gently, he rubbed it against the dancer’s cheek, spreading cum and oil from before onto it, waiting for him to comply and opening his mouth, a bit surprised as that didn’t happened.

“Yes, yes, don’t stop, master. I want all of it. Fuck me! Cover me in cum! Everything... As much as you want.”, he murmured, interrupted by another loud moan as a second hand began touching his cock, squeezing it, and nearly entirely distracting him from his backside. It wasn’t until he felt Bankei’s finger press against and into his hole that he realized what was going on, gasping for air as he was pulled into another kiss from the other god. He felt so much at once, yet not enough at all. Zahabia was slowly turning greedy, wanting all the things that were offered to him, not caring if they turned him into a moaning mess that begged to get fucked harder. It just seemed like too good an offer to let pass. Grinding his hips against the two fingers inside of him now, he wasn’t really able to concentrate on that as the kissing stopped, but instead he was confronted by Ghiath’s hard member, which practically slapped him in the face. It was even bigger than Bankei's, which should make Zahabia feel concerned, but he just smiled happily, letting go of whatever skin he had been holding onto with his hands to grab the base of it instead. Starting by placing light kisses on the side of it while looking up at the other god, noticing the surprise but also the desire in his eyes as he slowly licked along the underside. Far too turned on to wonder whether all of this would be able to fit in his mouth or not or what the hand at the back of his head would do should he put his lips around the tip, Zahabia continued. Eagerly licking it to hopefully please the other man and make him enjoy this too. Because he certainly did. Bankei’s touching a little bit more than this, with how good it made him feel, but like this, at least his mouth was occupied, stifling most of the lewd sounds that escaped him and making him feel a little embarrassed. Never would he have thought that getting used by two men at the same time could feel this good.

10:36 PM

Nearly drowning him in all the pleasure he experienced. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

"As long as it takes you to remember." Bankei gave his buddy a teasing grin while he watched him go for another deep and passionate kiss with his little dancer. A part of him was even a little jealous that he couldn't have both holes at the same time. But seeing his little human all messed up, begging for more was certainly a sight to behold. Bankei kept his fingers moving inside his little human while Zahabia tried to push them even more in. What a hungry little slut he was. Soon he wouldn't even be able to tell where up and where down was. Every little moan filled the God with anticipation as he slowly pulled his fingers out, shifting his position a little to be able to take his own cock into his hand and stroke it a little, soaking it in all those juices while still letting Zahabia enough room to sit. "Isn't he adorable? So eager to please both of us?" Bankei gave his friend a little grin as he watched Zahabia work on his friends throbbing beast. While his one hand still remained to tease the human's nipple, the other slowly began to stroke Zahabia's member. With the sound of tearing fabric, Bankei's last free hand removed the last piece of clothing from Zahabia below for the best access. "He's gonna look even better once he takes both of us." Bankei chuckled before slowly pushing his tip into his little human's entrance, groaning deeply at this tight sensation while one hand wrapped around his waist and abdomen to prevent Zahabia from slipping away. @SirFüncelot

It was like he felt hands all over his body. On his head, his chest, his ass, his cock. They were everywhere, sending sparks of pleasure across his skin, making him shudder and twitch, moving against them to get them to touch him more. Gods… How he had craved this the entire time before. Just watching hadn’t been able to satisfy his needs, and now, drowning in his desires that got fulfilled one after the other. Mewling like a small kitten as Bankei pulled his fingers out, leaving him empty and demanding more once again, he pushed his hips back as much as he could, his ass soon pressing against the hand that held his cock, feeling every stroke rather intensely against his backside. Ghiath’s erect member in his face made it impossible to talk and beg, leaving Zahabia with no other option but to make his dissatisfaction known through needy sounds and movements as he kept on wiggling his still mostly clothed butt. As soon as the last piece of clothing was gone, he felt something bigger press against his hole, a sigh of relief escaping his lips that soon turned into a loud moan that left his mouth wide open, giving Ghiath the perfect chance to stuff this greedy hole of his too. Zahabia’s eyes rolled back, his head unable to do the same due to the tight grip on it. Surely he had to have lost his mind. Doing all of this so willingly, without complaining… What had happened to him?

Ghiath nodded at Bankei’s comment, stroking the cheek on the other side of his face, with one of his free hands, brushing Zahabia’s hair back, and then combing his fingers through it. Watching Bankei slowly enter the dancer was surely a sight to behold, making him want to do the same. So as soon as the opportunity presented itself, Ghiath used it, pushing the tip of his cock into the human's mouth, making sure to be careful and not dismiss Bankei’s orders right away. At least not as long as he still had a little bit of self-control. It would soon turn a lot rougher than that. Right now he was just holding Zahabia’s head in place, watching him slowly get used to his size, but not yet being able to do much else, with Bankei still pushing inside of him. That the human seemed to only be focused on that didn’t sit quite right with Ghiath. He grew a bit impatient, waiting for his turn, despite this being them fulfilling this human’s wish. He had hoped to get a little bit more for himself out of it and not be left waiting while Bankei got all the praise. Just because he had taken his ass for himself… Anyone could do that, but Ghiath was determined to prove them all wrong and make the human beg him to not stop instead. Slowly, he moved the head of the dancer forward, his own hips moving in the opposite direction, to make Zahabia take more of his cock little by little. His little hands grabbed tighter at his base, trying to make him stop or at least go a little faster because he wasn’t able to adjust this fast. Ghiath wanted to continue with a grin on his lips, but remembered Bankei’s words and made himself stop with an eye roll. Just his hand stayed where it was, keeping Zahabia in place, whose warm mouth felt incredibly good. Maybe even better than Bankei’s ass from before. But just because he already looked too cute.

5:28 AM

His eyes wide, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth as he slowly began to use his tongue again to stroke the underside of his erection, making the god hum with approval, finally getting at least a little bit of satisfaction. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every small reaction of his little human was a delight to witness. How his body reacted, how his posture changed to every single touch and sound. The God was delighted to see him work on his friends quite large erection while he slowly pushed himself deeper and deeper. Part of him was wondering how he would be able to tackle such a beast, but Zahabia seemed more than happy to do so. With deep groans Bankei pushed himself into his little human who slowly lost himself more and more into the feel of pleasure. This time the God wasn't as gentle, pushing himself inside more eagerly until he felt the human's ass against his hot skin after pushing with a little more force. "Mmm what a good little slut, taking both of us so nicely." Bankei purred before he leaned his head back to savor the tight feel around his twitching member. Once he leaned a little more forward again, his eyes wandered over to his friend who seemed to enjoy his time as well. "What about you Ghiath? You enjoying your premium view?" He gave Ghiath a small grin, moving his own hips a little to get Zahabia used to the feeling inside of him while his one hand gave his nipple a hard squeeze. @SirFüncelot

Arching his back as much as it was possible while being kind of squeezed between Ghiath’s hand on the back of his head and Bankei’s chest, Zahabia groaned around the dick in his mouth, followed by a sigh as he felt the god’s thighs underneath his ass, finally able to sit. The last time they had done this, it had taken a lot longer, but he wouldn’t have been able to take it right now. He needed it fast and deep. The pain was secondary and by far not as intense as he would have thought, mostly drowned out by the pleasure he felt. Leading to Zahabia eagerly rolling his hips as soon as Bankei stopped pushing into him, obviously to give him some time to adjust, but he was having none of that. His entire body shuddered every time the god’s hand rubbed along the tip of his cock, making more and more precum sputter out. Unsure how long he would be able to take this, Zahabia tried to focus on Ghiath’s dick in his mouth. Slowly bobbing his head and trying to take him deeper. Too soon, he felt him hit the back of his head, making him gag and pull back. He certainly was a lot to take, especially with Ghiath holding his head still just a little bit away from this unpleasant feeling. At least he wasn’t moving that much on his own yet, leaving it still up to Zahabia to do most of the work, which was… nice. Otherwise, there would probably be tears already gathering at the corners of his eyes. All it took for Zahabia to get pushed over the edge was Bankei’s first trust, paired with the twist of his nipple. Making him open his mouth wide and moan loudly as he came. His cock twitching in the god’s hand, and his eyes rolling back as he tried to thrust into the fist around his erection as best as he could. But even after this, it wasn’t enough. He felt somewhat tired, yes, but not tired enough to stop. His erection seemingly not dying down yet.

8:28 PM

Whatever Bankei had made him inhale before, it surely wasn’t losing its effect on him. If anything, it was just making things worse than before because there was no break. Everything just continued without him getting to take some time off to breathe.

Ghiath certainly had a good view. Not so much off whatever Bankei was doing, but at least of the little dancer’s face and how it got distorted by pleasure while he combed through his hair. “He certainly is cute to look at. Stuffed from both sides!”, he laughed, watching carefully as Zahabia tried to continue and take more of him into his mouth, soon failing, but even taking this much was kind of impressive. “Good little human. Just a bit more.”, he spoke with a sweet voice, remembering once again what Bankei had told him and stopping himself from pushing the last few inches inside too. If it weren’t for his friend, he wouldn’t be this nice. But as soon as he saw the human cumming, his mouth opening a little wider to breathe and make room for all the seductive sounds he made, Ghiath saw his chance. Buckling his hips lightly, he began to thrust into the human's mouth. Slowly at first, but soon discarding whatever warning Bankei had given him before and picking up his speed. Groaning and huffing on his own because of how good it felt. Not caring as tears began gathering at the corners of the human’s eyes. He brushed them away with a big thumb, caressing Zahabia’s cheek nearly lovingly if it weren’t for his carelessness regarding how much force he was using. As long as he wasn’t looking up at Bankei he would be able to see his mad expression. The human looked much better anyway. With tears and saliva streaming down his face. His moans and groans muffled by his cock, only really audible when he pulled back. Ghiath sure liked this a lot. He had to come by more often in the future. Maybe getting the chance to meet the human alone when his master was away. Or persuading Bankei to let him have the human for a night. Or just half a night if he was that worried about him being too much for him to handle. He seemed to take him just fine now. He truly couldn’t understand his friends' worries. As if he was that rough… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei had already known how needy Zahabia had to be, but that it took him only one comparably small thrust to send him over the edge was certainly adorable. A grin formed on his face as he felt the hot load splurt into his fist, feeling it run down between his fingers as he slowly kept stroking him. He would've loved to see his little dancer's expression twist into this lustful manner, but the sound he'd made helped at least a little to make up for it. "Fuck you look so gorgeous when you cum." Bankei purred, leaning a little forward to murmur close to Zahabia's ear. "I want to see it again. My little slut all covered in cum while pleasuring us..." Slowly his own hips began to thrust in a little harder, two of his hands settling on Zahabia's hips to press him close onto his throbbing member again and again while his other hand continued to stroke the human's needy dick, especially teasing his now even more sensitive with his thumb. Of course Ghiath took that opportunity to begin having his own fun and Bankei let him this time. Although he quickly began to be a little more rough, the God knew that for his friend it was still on the gentle side. Besides, Bankei's own thoughts soon focused on his little precious jewel, getting more into the rhythm with deep pleasure filled rumbles resonating in his chest. He just couldn't get enough of it. @SirFüncelot

Only noticing Bankei’s words somewhere in the back of his consciousness. Zahabia wasn’t even sure what exactly he had said, but it made him feel proud and praised, like he had done something good. Like Bankei was satisfied with what he was doing, despite not doing much. The god was doing most of the work, while he just got to enjoy it. Not that he would be able to do much anyway. He was a mess, only able to moan and roll his hips slightly. Getting handled like this… Rough, but in his opinion, not too rough… He quite liked it. The continued thrusts and touches made Zahabia involuntarily shudder and quiver. His thighs were shaking, not because it hurt, but because of how overstimulated he was. He came, but the touching never stopped. The thrusting didn’t stop, either. Everything seemingly wanted to push him over the edge once again, and he certainly didn’t mind it. It was enough to distract him from the movement in his mouth. He had lost control over that too, getting thrust into from the other end now too. And despite being a lot more forceful and making his eyes water… It was rather bearable. Sure, it was a lot, and it made his jaw ache with how big the cock was, but most of that got drowned out by the overall pleasure he experienced. Zahabia wasn’t able to provide many other things, besides keeping his mouth open as wide as possible, trailing his hands across the other man’s lower stomach. He couldn’t keep them around his base any longer. The other god’s forceful thrust had made him hit himself in the face several times already, and he wasn’t risking any more severe injuries because of that. It may not provide any pleasure, but at least it kept him steady, and a little bit grounded, feeling the hot, muscular skin under his fingers. Similar to Bankei’s, but still different. Zahabia couldn’t quite place it.

Ghiath grinned at Bankei’s words. That surely could be arranged. And he certainly was right. The human would look rather dashing, covered in cum. Not just his own. Kind of a shame that it was just the two of them. After all, he still had two unoccupied hands. Bankei could have invited a few of their other friends and acquaintances over to make a complete mess of him. But he probably would have gotten even less of a turn if there were even more people bickering and fighting over the dancer. It was alright like this. Especially because Bankei didn’t constantly tell him to go slower or move more carefully. He groaned, grabbing another fistful of hair with a second hand, to move Zahabia’s head back and forth while thrusting into him, getting faster and more erratic. Ghiath didn’t care if he came before Bankei. If the other wasn’t finished yet, he would just go for another round. There hadn’t been an exact limit on how often he was allowed to use his slutty little dancer; it was just that he had to be satisfied with his mouth and that he had to be careful. He was doing that, so why not do it as often as Bankei tolerated it? “Open wide, little slut, I have a surprise for you!”, he proclaimed, abandoning every last bit of care he had needed before to stop himself from going all out. Ghiath was chasing entirely his own pleasure, not caring that he made the human cry, and tried to shove him off with his hands on his stomach. He just pushed deeper, as deep as he could, feeling his climax fast approaching. Unsure whether he should fill his mouth or cover his face with his cum, he decided to pull back as he felt the first rope of cum hit the back of Zahabia’s throat. Soon he covered his face with the remainder, while low moans escaped his mouth as he stroked himself to get every last bit, feeling quite proud as he looked down at the human, seeing his tear-stained and cum-covered face.

3:15 AM

With his mouth slightly ajar, he looked so fucking kissable and good. He could understand why Bankei didn’t want to give him away. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Ghiath pleasure himself in this frantic manner only turned the God on even more. Given Zahabia's cute little moans and gags, he was having the time of his mortal life with Bankei and his friend. Even Bankei was now beginning to intensity his thrusts slowly, pounding him faster and faster with the sound of skin on skin filling the air around them. His grip around Zahabia's hips certainly helped even more as the other hand kept itself occupied by stroking Zahabia's needy member. "Mmm such a dirty little slut..." Bankei groaned as he watched Ghiath climax, letting Zahabia swallow part of his load before glazing over his little dancer's face. Oh even the glimpse that the God got from the back was promising, but Bankei couldn't hold back on his thrusts. One of his big hand's closed around Zahabia's front throat, pulling him up a little in his position so Bankei could see his beautiful messed up face. "Tell me my little jewel, you want more now don't you? Are you getting tired of our huge cocks yet? Or are you going to beg for us to keep going?" He growled near the human's ear, still pounding into him. God this sight drove him absolutely crazy. He wanted his little jewel so bad. @SirFüncelot

As much as Zahabia wanted to wipe his face clean, he didn’t get a chance to do so. Between catching his breath and swallowing Ghiath’s cum, he was rather occupied. Getting pulled back, feeling Bankei’s warm chest rise and fall in his back, took whatever he had left of his mind. All the words he whispered into his ear… Zahabia couldn’t get enough of them and instead of answering him, he just turned around as best as he could, cupping the god’s face and leaning in for a deep, passionate kiss, not caring if he smeared cum on him or not. They were all three covered with it already anyway. “Please, don’t stop, master. Please, it’s not enough.”, greedily he stole another kiss from Bankei, pushing his tongue into the god’s mouth, while he tried to move his own hips against his thrust. Zhabaia wasn’t very successful, because of how tight Bankei’s grip was, and because there wasn’t a way to go any faster anyway. It only left him more desperate, not nearly enough to satisfy him and yet too much all at once. Not able to bounce, he at least tried to roll his hips, occasionally buckling up against Bankei’s hand. “Master… Your Majesty… More! Please! I need you!”, Zahabia tried hard to get him to give him what he wanted. Which either was to cum again and maybe finally make the burning desire inside his belly stop, or get Bankei to shove his cock as deep as possible inside his hole and fill him. It certainly would feel great, and he’d wanted it since Zahabia had watched Ghiath cumming inside Bankei. Oh, how he would have loved it if he could have been involved… He had fantasized about it, and maybe hoped a little bit that his reward would have been similar to that. He didn’t complain about what he got… But his head desired so much more than that. And it scared him a bit.

Cumming after all this felt like a weight was pulled from his chest. A wave of relief and bliss washed over Ghiath, as the last sputtering shots of his load landed on Zahabia’s face, and his hand seized his movements. Slumping back a bit, to catch his breath, he watched how the other two hungrily made out. Enjoying the view very much, he wasn’t sure how they would ever stop this, because he felt he could go for days with how much the human seemed to turn him on. “You sure I can’t borrow his cute, little ass after you're done? He seems like he wants more. Would be a shame to not fully satisfy his wish, wouldn’t it?”, he asked with a smirk. Slowly Ghiath got closer to them both, slipping a hand between the mess of tangled limbs, and letting it rest on Zahabia’s lower abdomen, feeling Bankei’s cock press against his insides, now that he was leaned back like this. “You saw how gentle I was. I swear I won’t break him.” As strange as it looked, Ghiath tried to persuade Bankei with big puppy dog eyes, apparently not taking no for an answer until he got what he wanted and right now that was Zahabia. And to be more specific, his ass, preferably up in the air, with his cock inside of it and him mercilessly pounding it until he was satisfied. Surely Bankei couldn’t deny it to him forever. At some point, he had to have mercy. He couldn’t just bring forth this… this… snack of a human and expect him to not want to devour him completely. Because he wanted nothing more. Just messing him up over and over until Ghiath couldn’t go anymore. Which, to be honest, could take a while. But the dancer seemed desperate enough. He could take it. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Oh how the God loved to see his little human all needy, almost unable to form words from how hard Bankei was pounding into him and just deciding to pull his master into a kiss. Bankei only returned the favor with a moan, not slowing down any second, especially since he could feel his own orgasm building up inside of him. Zahabia seemed so eager to please him, desperate for attention. It was adorable to see him beg, riling the God up even more. Oh he would cum inside of him. While two of his arms kept his hips from pulling out, his other hand was still beneath the soft fabric of the human's dress, teasing his hard and sensitive nipples with his fingers, pinching and rolling while his other strong hand closed around Zahabia's throat while they kissed to keep him close. "Not before I finish..." Bankei groaned in response, his hazy eyes telling Ghiath to fuck off and stay silent for a moment as his thrust got more intense and rabid. Now the God was absolutely destroying his little human, hitting his sweet spot over and over again hard, slamming Zahabia's hips onto his dick while the God groaned in pleasure. It only tool Bankei a few more of those powerful thrusts before his cock suddenly began to throb heavily, the pressure becoming unbearable. With a low groan and a muttered curse, Bankei's eyes rolled shut, his head flicking back as he burried his full length inside of his pet, pumping his whole load of hot semen into his little dancer. It would cause the human's stomach bulge to grow even more. His grip around his hips, his throat and nipple had been tight now as he had experienced his climax hitting him and now ebbing down into those blissful waves. Bankei was certain that they would leave some dark bruises. Panting heavily, Bankei let himself drop back onto the pillows behind him, keeping Zahabia close to him as he slowly came down from his high. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia didn’t mind Bankei getting even rougher with him. He enjoyed how he touched him. How he grabbed his hips. How his hips slammed hard against his ass, making loud and led noises that seemed to echo through the entire hall. How was he able to ever want something else than this? Getting utterly drowned in pleasure until he even forgot his own name? Only able to breathe hard and moan Bankei’s title over and over, between him latching hungrily onto the god’s lips, not letting go of him for even a split second. As soon as he could feel the cock inside of him pulse and throb, filling him until he wasn’t able to take anymore, his back arched, pressing hard against Bankei’s chest, while his eyes rolled back. His mind seemed to slip, while he came a second time. Just as hard as before, with a long, dragged out moan on his lips, as he covered Bankei’s hand and his own stomach once again. Heavily panting, he slumped back, leaning against the god’s chest, gladly sinking down with him, unable to do much more. Now that they had stopped, he felt his entire body tingling. His muscles ached and burned, making him unable to move much, just curl in on himself on top of Bankei, savoring his warmth and all the nice feelings Zahabia got to experience, while he slowly drifted off. “Good, master… Feeling… Good…”, were the last things he mumbled against Bankei’s neck, nuzzling closer before he drifted off into nothingness. Everything he had experienced in the last few hours was simply too much, and despite his eagerness, he couldn’t take much more. As much as he wanted to continue, his body wasn’t able to take much more, not able to keep up with the stamina of the two gods.

With a huff, he returned Bankei’s stare, catching the hint to let the human be for now. His friend seemed much more attached to the little dancer than Ghiath had thought. Usually he would let him do as he pleased but right now… It seemed more like he wanted to keep Zahabia all to himself. Which made him furrow his brows, watching them go at it for a little bit longer, until his eyes drifted around the room, contemplating if maybe he could find someone else, not too thrilled to wait any longer. Most of the pairs and groups around them were already finished, laying close in the arms of each other. Just a few were still going, but not nearly as vigorously as they were. Certainly not nearly as interesting as Bankei and his human. Ghiath had to wait then. At least he got a nice show out of it. Getting to see both of their faces distorted due to the pleasure… Seeing them cum one after the other, and slump back exhausted… It made him hard again, more than ready for a third round. Slowly he approached, grabbing the chin of the passed out human, turning it away from Bankei’s neck, with an unsatisfied expression. “Can I take him now? You’ve had your fun… Now it’s my turn.”, Ghiath demanded sternly, maybe even a little bit angry, looking at Bankei. He had needs that had to be satisfied and so far there was still a lot more he had to give, not caring if his partner was unconscious or not. If anything, it would just make things easier. And getting Zahabia to wake up because his cock was shoved deep inside of him, sounded like a very erotic thing to do. “He won’t even realize if I’m a bit rougher. And you can have his mouth and hands as soon as he wakes up.”, he offered once more, smearing what remained of his cum on the dancer’s face around and onto the human’s lips with his thumb @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Still calming his breath a bit, Bankei hovered in the feel of pure bliss, his grip around Zahabia loosening a little. God how this little human was able to drive him crazy. While letting out a relaxed sigh, Bankei heard those last words slurred together from his human before he passed out on his chest. Given how eager Zahabia had been for more, Bankei didn't expected him to pass out already, but it seemed like the evening had taken his toll on his mortal body. With a small groan, Bankei shifted lightly to be able to look at his little human as he slept peacefully. Somehow it stirred something inside of the God. Zahabia was truly adorable. Bankei would've loved to dwell in this moment just a bit longer until his face was pulled away by a big hand that obviously belonged to Ghiath. "Let him sleep. If you wake him now he'll only crush him with your broody behavior..." Bankei gave his friend a warning glance as the grip around his little dancer tightened again. Slowly he felt the rage began to boil inside of him. He didn't want to share his little human further somehow, which was odd since he and Ghiath shared almost anything. Why was it so hard this time to share his little jewel? He was only another of his little dancer's, not any different than those before him...right? @SirFüncelot

“Did you get attached to him now, after winning our bet or what? Usually you don’t care this much, your Majesty. Is he special?”, Ghiath poked fun at Bankei, his growing frustration gave way to his more teasing demeanor, as he leaned over towards his friend's face to take a closer look at him. “His Highness, Bankei, getting attached to a mere mortal dancer? Are you growing soft? Or did his beauty entrance you?”, he asked further, coming closer and closer, until their noses nearly touched. A wide smile appeared on his face again. “What do you offer me instead of him, my friend? Are you gotta take care of me all night long? After all, you're the only one who can even remotely keep up with my stamina.”, with that he leaned in, pressing his lips hungrily against Bankei’s, leaning over him, the human on his chest almost entirely forgotten. “Gotta keep you up the entire night. Your little performance turned me on quite a bit. I don’t think my erection will die down anytime soon if you don’t give it your all, your Highness.”, Ghiath laughed, slowly rubbing his member along Bankei’s lower arm that still held Zahabia close. Still not taking ‘no’ for an answer. “Better get on your hands and knees, to lick it clean before I fill you up again and again.”, his laugh rumbled loudly in his chest, sounding excited and like he had truly already forgotten how fixated on the human he had been. As long as he got to stick his dick in a tight and warm hole, he wouldn’t complain, no matter who it belonged to. “Would you like that? You’re probably gonna look just as slutty as your favorite little dancer. Both of you are similar in that regard.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing how Ghiath's sort of anger shifted into his teasing manner sparked more of the God's inner rage. "Pff you're getting delusional Ghiath." Bankei scoffed at Ghiath's comment and banter if he was growing soft for his human. He hated his friend even more for it because something inside him didn't seem to be opposed to that accusation. He wasn't growing feelings for this human now, was he? No matter what was the case, he wouldn't let Ghiath have his little dancer, no matter how persistent he was. As the God was about to fire back at Ghiath's proposal, it was only quickly muffled by their lips pressing against each other for a short and heated kiss, leaving Bankei staring at Ghiath before it formed into a mischevous grin. His friend always knew how to get him going. And if it was what he had to do to get him away from Zahabia then why not. It wasn't as if his times were that unpleasant. Hearing Ghiath's joyful laughter and banter while feeling his erection rub against his arm filled him with even more eagerness. "I'll make you regret wishing for that." He whispered close to Ghiaths face, giving him a fanged grin before kissing the tip of his nose and backing off a little to place Zahabia on a nearby pile of cozy pillows. After that, he moved back to look at Ghiath before. "Let's see who'll be the bigger slut then." Bankei shot him another fanged grin as he looked at his friend with desire. This would into a long evening... @SirFüncelot

Ghiath felt great. Better than he had felt at any point during the last ten to twenty years, maybe. His body ached, and he would probably still be able to feel this tomorrow, but it was a good sort of pain and stiffness. It made him smile as he rolled onto his side and propped his head up on one arm, while another one gently caressed the face of his friend next to him, who looked like he had dozed off. They had both taken quite the toll on each other, but it kind of always ended like this when they were horny… “Hey, sleeping beauty. I’m leaving now. Where’s my goodbye kiss?”, he asked in quite a loud whisper, because besides the sleeping human, they were alone now. The other guests had left one after the other during their activities. He hadn’t paid too much attention to it, just mindlessly wishing them farewell, either too occupied with ramming himself into Bankei or returning the favor and letting the other have fun with his ass too. There wasn’t much recollection besides that. The most important part was that he felt satisfied anyway. Ghiath got up, stretching a bit, before he raised an arm to wave his friend farewell. He and his clothes were a mess, disheveled, partially ripped, and for the most part covered in cum and sweat, but with a simple snap of his fingers, the issue was resolved. As practical as this was, he would probably still go look for a place to get himself and his clothes washed. He already had a place in mind, feeling eager and anticipated to go under humans again, getting to have a little bit more fun. “Make sure to visit some time soon. Bring your human along; I want to see his pretty face again.”, Ghiath spoke, opening a portal in front of him and stepping through it while waving once more. He was sure to see them both back soon. Either because Bankei finally followed his offer or because he came over for a surprise visit after deciding he had waited long enough for them to make their entrance.

Slowly blinking, Zahabia woke up. His entire body felt heavy and cold. He shivered, only slowly realizing that he was barely wearing the top part of his outfit, and even that was rolled up as much as possible. No wonder he felt cold… But why was he exposed in the first place? He didn't remember much, if anything at all, from yesterday. He was asked to dance by Bankei, and he had danced, hadn’t he? But after that? It was all kind of a hazy daze, and it took until his eyes had opened a little bit more before it all came back together with the sudden pain in his abdomen. His ass felt sore, and his entire body ached in a rather bad way. Zahabia was unsure if he could get up like this and was rather thankful for the pile of pillows he had slept on, because he certainly would have died if he had slept on the bare ground. He already hated himself for all the things he had done, for the begging and the pleading, for how desperate and needy he had been, but there was still someone who he hated a lot more right now. The one responsible for all of this. Bankei. He had made him inhale something strange, and then this had happened… Angrily, glaring at the back of his head while he said goodbye to his strange friend. By the gods, was he glad that he had passed out before anything else could have happened… He surely would be in a much worse state if they had kept going, or if the other one had taken him from behind. Zahabia didn’t even want to think about it. Groaning, he pushed himself off the ground, rubbing his eyes and feeling the dried cum on his face while doing so. Immediately disgusted at himself, he pulled his hand away, suppressing the urge to gag. Instead, he tried to regain control over his legs and get up, which was a struggle and even that much kind of hurt. It wasn’t that bad, but he certainly wouldn’t move more than necessary today. After finally getting on his legs, he stumbled a few steps forward towards Bankei, still glaring at the god.

5:09 AM

“I hope you were satisfied, master. I’ll be taking my leave now if you don’t require my assistance any further.”, his voice was like venom as he stumbled on, unable to keep his balance and tumbling down with a slight gasp. He surely wasn’t going anywhere like this, was he? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei didn't know how long their battle of passion went on. Ghiath's stamina was impressive as always. A monstrous glut in the sheets. The Two just kept going over and over again until both were spend, laying near each other, both covered in sweat and cum. It was rare for Bankei to feel this spend. The only person he was able to achieve that with was Ghiath. At some point, both of them were so utterly spend that the moment the Two stopped, Bankei even dosed off for a moment. "Mmm...Yeah yeah..." Bankei grumbled, pulling Ghiath down into one last kiss before letting him leave. God even this bit of movement made his body ache. He knew he was in need of a bath. "Get your ass outta here now..." He groaned in response in a joking manner, tired as he waved lazily towards Ghiath one last time before the portal closed again. Now that Bankei was alone he let himself drop back onto the pillows, stretching his arms a little while groaning a few curses under his breath about how he could let Ghiath just pound the shit out of him every time they were together. Yet soon he was pulled back out of his thoughts as he heard the voice of his little dancer. It was a sharp tone, nothing like the moans and pleadings he had heard before. His look said it all. He seemed to be as pissed as Bankei in the moment, maybe even more. He only looked up at him tired, lifting his arm over his eyes as he watched his little dancer stagger a few steps away with legs like a new born fawn which ultimately prevented him from going anywhere. With a groan Bankei pushed himself slowly up, his own back and legs screaming as well before he slowly walked over to Zahabia and effortlessly picking him up with one hand around his waist before he settled him in his lower arm comfortably like a baby in one hand.

10:13 AM

With his human held safely against his cum-covered bare chest, ripped pieces from the remains of his clothes barely covering anything south, he made his way towards his own chambers without saying another word to his little dancer, ignoring any sort of protest he might receive from Zahabia. @SirFüncelot

Glad that the tapestries and pillows on the floor cushioned his fall, Zahabia was determined to get back up again as soon as his legs listened to him again. He didn’t want to stay here any longer than he needed to. All he wanted right now was a hot bath, a fresh change of clothes, maybe something to eat, but most importantly, his soft bed to just sleep the pain and soreness away. How could he let this happen? How could Bankei do this to him? He had thought better of him, but apparently he was an even bigger asshole than he had thought. Zahabia was trying to push himself up again, already sitting back up, but not paying attention to the god until he was suddenly picked up. A slight gasp escaped him while he tried to understand what was happening. As soon as he realized what was going on, he began trashing, trying to push the other off and free himself from his grasp, but to no avail. Even when he wasn’t completely exhausted, he probably wouldn’t stand a chance against the other. Bankei was much bigger and stronger than him, seemingly made entirely of muscles. “Put me down! I’m in no mood to spend any more time with you right now!”, he shouted, still trying to push against his chest to get away, even though he was settled into his arm now and would fall all the way to the ground if Bankei let go of him. Still… He had no patience for this right now. Didn’t he have enough yet? “I did what you asked! I won’t do anything else! I deserve a break from all this bullshit!”, Zahabia continued to complain loudly, not even trying to sound nice and not completely annoyed with Bankei right now. Just because he was a god, he couldn't do however he pleased. But apparently, from what he remembered of his conversations with the other one, humans were nothing but playthings to them.

10:32 PM

Of course, they were… The weak were always just nice accessories for the strong, and compared to a god, everyone was weak. But why just him? The servants seemed to have a good relationship with Bankei, while he got taken advantage of every time the god pleased. Zahabia hated this! He hated this so much! He hated himself for not having better control over himself, and he hated Bankei for doing whatever he had done to him to make him that obedient in the first place. Zahabia hated all of it, and he wanted nothing more than to just forget it forever! It was so embarrassing and humiliating… Worse than most things he had done up until now. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

At this point, Bankei was just exhausted. His whole body felt sore, his back screamed with every step, he felt his clothes stuck to his skin and his long waves of hair were an absolute mess. All that he just wanted was a nice bath. Somehow he felt it was only right to take Zahabia along. He looked as tired and pissed as he was and when he began to try and free himself out of Bankei's grip and even going as far as insulting his master, Bankei had enough. "Oh shut up now will you!!" He suddenly snapped back at him, his teeth still a little sharper than those of normal humans. The God clearly done with everyone and everything around him. He didn't even give a shit how his dancer just insulted him. All he wanted was a bath and his mind was persistent to take this little human along for some unknown reason. "And stop with all this thrashing before I drop you." He growled as his grip tightened around Zahabia, not thinking about dropping him any time soon and just continuing on their way through the palace. "You wanted to see my baths didn't you? Well, now is your chance so don't fuck it up." He grumbled, somehow remembering those words from a few days ago. His bath was certainly big enough to share with someone and Zahabia had in fact, done a pretty good job foe taking Bankei and Ghiath at once. Thinking about it, it had actually been quite impressive that he took both of them so well and still be in one piece and without crushed rips or broken bones... @SirFüncelot

“Drop me. I don’t care.”, was the first thing Zahabia answered, still glaring up at Bankei, but at least stopping with the pushing and hitting. He crossed his arms in front of his chest instead and then turned his head away from the God, grumbling slightly. Why was he so pissed? Shouldn’t he be satisfied and pleased right now? Or was fucking him once not enough? Was that why he took him with him to the baths? Surely there couldn’t be another reason for that. As if he cared about something he had asked for nearly a week ago. Zahabia was impressed that he even remembered it. “I wanted to see them alone, not together with you. I can pass on that. So just let me go!”, he complained once again, not caring that Bankei seemed to only get more agitated each time he spoke. He had no reason to be so bitchy in the first place. This had been God's idea. He had planned this godforsaken party, so why hadn’t he enjoyed it? “Didn’t you have enough? Do you need me to join you again? Don’t you have someone else who’s willing to let you fuck them?”, he added, his voice sounding annoyed and more than just mad. He was furious, and if he could, he would have certainly left quite a while ago. Zahabia didn’t want to deal with this right now. To be honest, he didn’t want to deal with anything right now. Especially not Bankei’s bullshit. Even while being carried like this, his body hurt. A slight jolt of pain coursing through his spine every time Bankei took a particularly hard step out of anger. It made him gasp, which he tried to muffle as best as he could, to not give the God the satisfaction of knowing he had been able to hurt him in any way. At least no one could see in what state he was in while he got carried. It was something, but he still didn’t like it. “Just bring me to my room and leave me be! Tomorrow I’ll follow your stupid orders again without complaining, but just let me be for the day!”, Zahabia demanded sternly, looking and glaring back up at Bankei.

4:39 AM

He was sure the other wouldn’t care. They weren’t even remotely close to his room, and certainly the God wouldn’t turn around just because he shouted at him to do so. He better got himself ready, hoping that maybe just offering Bankei a hand would be enough, because for anything else he was simply too exhausted. Even his mouth ached every time he spoke, the back of his throat feeling sore and dry. Like this, he would certainly not get something to drink again… Not after Bankei had him plead for it before. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As the Two kept moving towards Bankei's chambers, the God tried to ignore Zahabia's complains as best as he could. He didn't have the nerves to deal with any of this right now. His whole body was sore, filthy and sweaty. All he wanted was just a nice bath to get rid from all of this. "Too bad that you're not getting in there without me." Bankei grumbled, ignoring the rest of him complaining. A part of himself was surprised that Zahabia would dare to speak like that in the presence of his master. Why did Bankei tolerate this behavior again? But although they'd almost reach their destination, Bankei let out an annoyed growl. "Listen, luckily for you I'm all spend for today. I am sore, my back is screaming like a bitch, every step fucking stings and I'm hella tired. With every single word that leaves your pretty little mouth, my patience is getting thinner and thinner. So will you shut up now?" Bankei spoke as calm as he could, pressed through his teeth with a growl to prevent him from screaming at the dancer. For the rest of the shortwalk Bankei went on to mutter a few annoyed curses under his breath. How Ghiath this bastard always had to screw him over the next morning after they had their fun and also about how he was getting a headache. Finally the God stopped in front of a giant pair of doors guarded by 2 or the golden soldiers. When they pushed the doors open for Bankei and his dancer to enter, it revealed a beautiful clear pool in a cavern like architecture. The water was a beautiful shade of blue, the curved artful crafted walls and pillars illuminated by all sorts of candles. Without another word, Bankei walked up to the pool and placed the human on his two feet effortlessly in front of him, his sturdy hands settled on his hip for a moment before Bankei walked away with a groan.

1:46 PM

While stretching his arms a little on the way as he walked over to the other side of the pool, one of his snaps made two golden trays appear: one besides Bankei and one floating near his little dancer. Both were filled with all kinds of etheric oils, pastes, ointments and aromas to treat one's skin with. From this point on, Bankei seemed to ignore Zahabia completely, only getting rid of the remains from his shredded clothes and jewlery before he stepped into the pool with a groan. After a small relieving sigh, he draped himself against the back of the pool, closing his eyes at the soothing feeling of the water around him. @SirFüncelot

Despite everything, Zahabia truly remained silent after being told to shut up by Bankei. He just huffed one last time and then turned away from the god. At least he worried about nothing. But why was he that exhausted in the first place? The pain and aches he described sounded very similar to his own, and… His cheeks turned rosy as he remembered something else that had been very fuzzy up until now. Bankei moaning, while taking his friends… Was he even his friend? Maybe he was a lover? Zahabia wasn’t too sure what their relationship was, but it wasn’t that important anyway. The pictures were a bit too prominent in his head, and he had to shake his head to get rid of them. At least it had been the god and not him that had been on the receiving end of that rough encounter, because he certainly wouldn’t look as good as Bankei did right now. As much as he wanted to comment on that, ask if they had continued while he had been out, and poke fun at the other, he certainly didn’t want to wear his patience even thinner. His service wasn’t needed as of right now, and as long as Bankei stayed quiet and away from him, he could maybe even enjoy the bath a bit. It would change nothing about him still being mad at him for what he had done, but for now he would pretend that wasn’t the case. Maybe he would even apologize by himself without Zahabia having to demand it. That probably wasn’t going to be the case, but he could at least hope, couldn’t he? Zahabia wasn’t sure what to expect behind those big doors, but it certainly hadn’t been this. The room and the bath itself were big. Bigger than any hot spring Zahabia had ever seen. The air was warm and humid, but not in a bad way. It felt nice and relaxing, smelling like herbs and spices, which made him calm down a bit. It was beautiful…

12:14 AM

Much more than his own bath, despite him already being impressed with that one, but of course, Bankei had to have the bigger and better one. As if he hadn’t known that already… But right now, he didn’t care too much about that. After all, it offered them enough space to stay far apart. Thankful to finally be set down, even without him having to ask for it, he felt his legs wobble slightly and already saw himself fall again, but Bankei’s hands lingered on his waist, holding him upright while he caught himself. Zahabia wanted to complain, but he couldn’t find the right words. Uncertain if the god had meant to do that or not. He just huffed, turning away and inspecting the tray that had appeared beside him. He smelled the different vials and ointments; he wasn't sure what any of them did, but at least they smelled nice. He let them be for now, discarding his soiled and mostly ripped clothes before stepping into the water too. It felt warm, nearly hot on his skin, which made his muscles relax. Zahabia sighed as he let himself fall back into the water, just floating along with his eyes closed. He would worry about cleaning himself later. Right now, he just wanted to do nothing. His entire body felt so tired and exhausted… Probably even sitting would be too much for him right now, but like this, it felt like he was suspended in the air or lying on a cloud, which, to be honest, felt rather nice. He certainly wouldn’t mind falling asleep like this; even though it wasn’t recommended to sleep while bathing, he couldn’t care less about that. Caring even less about him slowly drifting over towards where Bankei was situated. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The water around him felt good on his skin. The warmth of it combined with the scent of the oils and candles around him helped the God to relax and so did the muscles in his body. Bankei could feel himself melt away like this. Yet his head was filled with a tumble of words and thoughts, especially things that Ghiath said. "His Highness, Bankei, getting attached to a mere mortal dancer?" "Usually you don't care this much..." "Is he special?" All those thoughts made Bankei groan in frustration. He hated Ghiath for pointing out such a thing. He wasn't attached more than to any other of his precious dancers before him. His friend's word's weren't the reason why he had taken Ghiath instead of letting Zahabia take him. They weren't the reason why he'd let him sleep after the human passed out. They weren't the reason why he'd remembered Zahabia had wanted to see his baths and now had taken him here to enjoy them alongside with him as grumpy as both were right now...right? Letting out another small huff, Bankei pushed those thoughts away, closing his eyes and instead focusing on the quiet atmosphere of this place. Slowly, his thoughts started to drift into a state of silence as Bankei began to doze off a bit, his back propped against the pool with his upper set of arms leaned back over the edge to prevent him from slipping into the pool. As the God was drifting off, he didn't took notice of Zahabia, slowly drifting towards him. With his head leaned back, eyes closed his body only seemed to react a little to the small thud of Zahabia's head against the God's abs. While clearly still asleep, Bankei only shifted a bit with a small groan as his lower set of arms wrapped around Zahabia's waist to pull him close to the God's chest who continued to just snore peacefully. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia was resting very well, not even realizing that he bumped into something. It wasn’t until he felt hands touching his waist that he jolted awake. Bankei’s tight grip from before had left slight, dark bruises on his hips and waist, and even getting them lightly touched felt extremely uncomfortable. Even more so as he was pulled and moved around, until he finally found himself close to Bankei’s chest once more. His back pressed against it, while two of the god’s arms had snaked around his waist. At least they weren’t hurting him as much anymore, but he still felt uncomfortable, not wanting to get near the man any time soon. With a huff and a slight groan, Zahabia opened his eyes, narrowing them to glare up at Bankei. How could he even look perfect while sleeping and despite looking like he just got trampled by a camel herd? He hated his stupid handsome face, but he hated himself even more for even thinking that. The god wasn’t supposed to be handsome, and yet he was. Nearly enchanting. But that probably came as an added bonus with being some almighty, undying god-creature. Though the other one, Bankei’s friend or whatever, wasn’t as enticing. Sure, he was good-looking, but not as much as Bankei. If he had to choose, he certainly would choose him over the other. For a moment Zahabia, just stayed like this, observing the other, how his eyelids twitched and how calm his breathing and heartbeat made him feel. He probably wouldn’t even have to try hard to fall asleep if he stayed here like this, but Zahabia abandoned the idea as soon as it formed in his head. He was mad at the god, and no beautiful bath or gentle hug or handsome face could change anything about that. “Let go of me!”, he demanded, pushing against the arms of the other and his chest to try and free himself.

7:20 AM

Basically sitting in Bankei’s lap didn’t help, it just made him think back to what had happened earlier that day, and that just made him want to get away even faster. “You said you wouldn’t touch me! Or aren’t you even true to your word anymore?”, Zahabia screamed, slightly high-pitched, struggling to move past the arms, after finally getting them off of him. He slid down from the god’s lap, bringing some distance between them once again. “But what did I expect…”, he mumbled, more to himself, than to the other, as he turned around and slowly made his way back to where he had entered the bath and where his golden tray was situated. Zahabia decided to rest in his bed instead, and just clean himself as fast as he could right now. He didn’t want to spend any more time around the other as needed. “As if you cared about what you were doing to me before… Drugging me… Using me… It’s a wonder you didn’t make me pleasure all of your guests one after the other…”, Zahabia continued to grumble, untying his hair, and beginning the washing process, with whatever of the things on the tray looked the most like soap. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

He didn't understand what was going on first. The one moment Bankei seemed to have dozed off and the second he felt some movement near his body which obviously woke him up. Confused at was going on, Bankei opened his eyes with a groan, confused for a moment and not with all thoughts together at once it seemed. When he looked down to his chest he saw Zahabia, wrapped into his arms. Bankei couldn't even remember when he came here. Seeing his utter disapproval of his situation, Bankei pulled his hands back, letting the dancer go with an expression of confusion and and dumbfoundness written in his face. Hearing Zahabia almost scream those words at him before scattering away, Bankei blinked slowly, exhausted while trying to stay awake. "I said that I wouldn't fuck you right now. I told you that I'm all spent for today. Now stop making such a fuzz..." Bankei groaned, clearly exhausted as he rubbed his eyes tired. He was clearly not in the mood to argue with anyone. It didn't seem like the arguing would stop any time soon when Zahabia began to further accuse and insult him. And to Bankei's resentment, it slowly started to creep up on the God that what he'd done hadn't been totally right. "The stuff we were smoking would've gotten to you, one way or another. Even without me you would've ended up like this nonetheless." Bankei explained further as he took one of the vials from the tray and began to rub the contained liquid over his shoulder, his back turned towards Zahabia. Fuck did his body hurt. Goddammit Ghiath... "Besides, Ghiath is my friend. He's the only I'd share my servants with and you were basically rubbing your dick into my face, begging me to be shared."

9:25 AM

He grumbled, growing certainly more annoyed also at the fact that even his justification might not even be enough... Just as he was raising one of his arms, a jolt of pain shot through his back, making him wince a little followed by a small groan. This reminded him of the rest of the night which the human certainly wouldn't have survived. Several bloody bite marks and few darker bruises on his whole body, especially on his back, even visible on his already black skin were proof enough. "Besides, because your little human ass decided to pass out just after one round, I ended up taking him for the rest of the evening instead of you. And believe me, he would've ripped you open and gutted you like a fish, conscious or not." With his last words his voice grew louder and louder, throwing his little dancer an angry glance over his shoulder as he got more agitated but somehow, Bankei restrained himself from totally screaming at his dancer. @SirFüncelot

He decided against ignoring Bankei, because no matter how much he wanted to do that, it just wasn’t possible. Not with everything he said. As if he had thought of a justification for everything beforehand… It annoyed Zahabia, but he still at least gave him the opportunity to finish speaking, washing his hair and body in the meantime, finally getting rid of all the sticky residue, before turning around and staring daggers at the back of the god, only now realizing how utterly battered he looked. Like he had fought with a tiger… “Well, if it was going to turn me into… into whatever that was it turned me into, then why didn’t you tell me before? Why didn’t I have a choice to say no?”, he countered, still rather mad, raising his hands and arms and using them to gesture wildly. “Why did you need it in the first place? Wasn’t I relaxed enough? Nice enough? Did you think I would insult your guests? Or just leave if I had enough?”, with each word he spoke, he grew just more enraged, ignoring the sharp pain each time he moved his arms or shoulders in a direction he shouldn’t move them in. “It was work and if you had been a little bit more transparent about what you expected from me, I would have followed each and every of your stupid requests. But no, his majesty thought it would be alright to just tell me a general time as well as a date and place and think that’s it.”, additionally to his wild gestures he now had started to walk up and down in the water as best as he could without slipping when his speech grew even more heated. “ I thought I was just supposed to dance and not participate in what was basically an orgy! Please excuse my insufficient enthusiasm, your highness!” With each word Bankei spoke and with each answer he gave, Zahabia’s temper grew only more hot-blooded. He should have shut his mouth a long time ago to prevent further punishments, but he was already too far gone to stop now.

10:29 AM

“Thanks for saving my ass, I guess. But it’s not my fault your ‘friend’ has no manners and seems to fuck everyone and everything like a wild animal!”, his legs had grown tired from walking at this point, making him sit down across from Bankei near the edge, his gestures calming down a bit as well, but his face was still as mad as before, brows furrowed and his expression more than just unamused. He truly hadn’t wanted this, but yet here he was, defending his little bit of pride he still had after all of this. “Oh, and… Please… Apologies for just being able to entertain both of you just once. I just gave basically all of your 12 or how many other people there were a lap dance, to keep them entertained and happy. I’m sorry I was a little bit tired after that, to let you keep on fucking me for longer. Next time I will plan accordingly. Maybe you have some drugs for that too, just so you can have your fun.”, he was pissed, despite deep down being very thankful for falling asleep and not having to deal with any more of that. He wouldn’t say it, but compared to what could have been, this was certainly the lesser evil. As much as he hated to admit that. Bankei truly had saved his ass. And possibly a few of his ribs and other parts of his body as well. But he certainly wouldn’t tell him that. He was angry right now, and he would stay angry until the other one apologized and maybe, just maybe, he would think about offering him a small genuine ‘thank you’ then. With an eye roll, he watched Bankei struggle a little bit longer with the obvious pain and discomfort in his back, before he stood up with an audible sigh again, marching over towards him. “You look like someone who has never done this. Sit down!”, Zahabia’s voice still sounded sharp, slightly cold and a lot more commanding than it should, as he approached the god, just to walk past him and take a look at his own golden tray, rummaging around on it for a little while, before turning to face him again.

10:29 AM

“Oils just make it burn. You need to put salve on it, if you want it to get better…”, his anger seemed to slowly turn into annoyance, as he handed him a small tub with ointment. “Use that until it’s better! It will make it go numb and prevents infections.”, he explained, before waddling back to his side of the pool, unsure if Bankei needed more help than just that. How could he let someone fuck his rough like that, without knowing how to properly take care of himself afterward? Gods, he was an even bigger idiot than Zahabia had thought. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing how his little dancer began talking himself into a rage only made Bankei roll with his eyes. Seems like he could get quite dramatic. Yet in this moment, the God somehow forgot that he could've just shutted the human up with a single command as his master or even with a bit of magic. "Oh please, it's not like we smoked that shit for specifically you to get high on." Bankei countered, throwing a fuming glance over his shoulder as he partly turned around to glare and watch Zahabia walk in circles. Of course he was only complaining. Deep down his little human must've enjoyed the time regardless of drugs, must he not? It wasn't every day that a human had the chance to get taken by two gods at the same time. But somehow, he couldn't shake off the feeling that what he'd done might not have been the right thing, as much as he wanted to justify his own actions. "If you cut with all that whining now I'll give you a better heads up next time." Bankei rolled his eyes, looking away from the human, instead focusing on coating his arms in the cleansing oil. As he was getting himslef occupied again, the God didn't notice how his gaze softened a little as a faint whisper of guilt began to gnaw at him. "You may haven't had a choice, but you've been quite lucky today." Bankei only noted after a moment of silence, his tone softer than before before hissing.

8:06 AM

Some of the oil had gotten into a deeper scratch on his arm and had begun to burn. Bankei didn't expect any help with treating his wounds. He didn't need any help. But seemed as if his little dancer thought otherwise. At first, Bankei just continued minding his own buisness, but then looked up towards the sound of splashing water which came to approach him. At first, Bankei looked at him confused on why he was suddenly approaching him, but his confusion got soon replaced with a look of mild surprise, especially at his command to sit down. In fact it had taken Bankei so by surprise, that he only huffed before letting himself sit into the water again, sitting there now with crossed arms like a pouting child. He only looked back at Zahabia once he felt him pressing the ointment into his hand. Still mildly baffled his eyes followed his little human dancer back to the other side of the pool, sitting there for a moment before scoffing. "Smart ass." He grumbled before he began to spread some of the ointment onto his hand, doing as he was told and put it on several wound spots that he could reach. However, despite his own body still mildly aching in pain, he seemed to have trouble reaching the space between his shoulder leaves. With all the additional muscle on his back that was needed for his four arms, he still seemed to be unable to get to that specific area. Of course, Bankei could've just used his magic, but his head had decided that he would do it by himself this time, not wanting to admit that he wouldn't mind having another helping hand assist him. @SirFüncelot

If the drug wasn’t meant for him, why was it that effective on him? He was sure that with his almighty god powers it would have been quite easy for Bankei to fabricate something less potent for humans, that still got him and his friends in the right mood. Even though Zahabia wasn’t sure if they even needed that. He was sure they would have been able to get it up even without smoking anything. But what was the fun of an orgy without some drugs? Some people just were weird, and he didn’t want to think about this particular incident more than he should. Trying to distract himself, by finally finishing washing himself while using as much of the oils, lotions and creams Bankei had offered him as possible. Zahabia didn’t get very far, though. Despite trying not to pay too much attention to the god, it was kind of inevitable to not look at him, when he tried to reach the middle of his back. Even if he tried to, Zahabia wasn’t able to watch away, rolling his eyes and sighing in response, while he put the vial with scented oil back down. With another groan he marched back over, already disliking what he was about to do, but he couldn’t just look at that. He looked like a turtle that got turned onto its back, struggling to get back up. Who even wasn’t able to reach their own back? How was he washing himself there? Did he always need someone to do that for him? Was that why he had taken him along? Because Bankei needed him to scrub his back? Narrowing his eyes while he approached him slowly, he observed the god carefully. His lower body was still hurting, but the water made it a lot more bearable, so he didn’t mind walking back over again as much as he should. Zahabia just couldn’t find any explanation why he wouldn’t be able to go over to him and help him out.

9:18 AM

He was mad, yes, but Bankei truly needed help. Or was this just a trick for him to come near? Surely now. With those thick arms of his, it seemed impossible for him to reach any further. Even the spots he was able to reach now seemed rather impressive. He seemed more flexible than he had thought, but apparently that was still not enough. “Give that to me, before you dislocate your arm!”, he ordered, extending a hand to accept the small tub again. Growing impatient rather quickly, he began moving his fingers to get Bankei to go a little bit faster. They didn’t have forever after all. Soon the water would make his skin all puffy, and he certainly wouldn’t want to risk looking like that additionally to all the marks that were left on him. “Are you even able to do anything yourself? Or do you need someone to wash and scrub your back too?”, Zahabia asked, still not caring how disrespectful he sounded at the moment. At least he wasn’t shouting anymore, but this at least helped him calm down a little bit and so far there hadn’t been any repercussions, so surely Bankei didn’t seem to mind it that much. Otherwise, he would have already told him to stop or made him shut up or even punished him already. Still huffing, dissatisfied, Zahabia just grew more impatient with the god. Already watching him struggle had gone on his nerves, but now also needing to lotion his back… What was he? A lady-in-waiting? Certainly not! But if he was doing measly tasks like this, there better be something in it for him too. “I hope you don’t mind paying me for that too, because washing someone's back certainly wasn’t included in the job description…”,

9:18 AM

he mumbled, loud enough for Bankei to hear, hoping to make him pay up for this. Money may not be able to make him forget, but at least it would make the whole experience a bit more bearable, and Bankei surely could spare a bit. He was basically swimming in money anyway. So why not just buy his obedience if he disliked him complaining that much? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

While wrestling with himself, Bankei was determined to get even the last spot that Ghiath had marked with his bloody teeth, even without the help of his magic, but what came next was certainly unexpected once more. While bending his arms back and groaning a little, at the sound of his little dancer's command he turned his head to look at him. He only returned his demand with a scoff, rolling his eyes as he saw how Zahabia demanded the tub. "Pfff I don't need your help!" Bankei groaned as he was tetermined and pretty sure that he would reach that spot soon, but ultimately, he finally gave up, handing Zahabia the tub with a grumble like a small child. In that same demeanor, he'd let himself drop back into the warm water, crossing his 4 arms in front of his chest while still grumbling a little. The water reached to about the God's abs now from the way he was currently sitting, giving Zahabia better reach at his back. "I can take care of myself just fine..." Bankei growled back at Zahabia's comment, although this cleary wasn't the case without the use of his magic. It certainly didn't get better when Zahabia demanded to be paid extra. Wasn't he living his best life already here? His little human has good food, clothes and more than most of his servants. Why was he still complaining after they'd settled on better communication for the future? Was last evening really such a big deal for him... "Yeah yeah. Will you finish now already..." The God waved around with one of his hands lazily while still obviously grumpy, yet he let Zahabia continue his work. He would never admit to himself that it even felt a little bit nice to have his back being treated this way. He still felt too proud for that... @SirFüncelot

Bankei’s behavior could nearly be described as cute, or at least as childish. With his pout and the four arms crossed in front of his chest, he certainly looked like one. It took a lot of self-control for Zahabia to not laugh at him because of that, and in the end he couldn’t suppress a slight snort as he took the tub from the god and moved around him. He got on his nerves a lot, but he also had his good sides. Occasionally. And even though he should stay mad at him right now, it was rather hard to do so. Generously, he spread the ointment on his hands, warming it, before putting it onto Bankei’s back. He spread it across all the bite marks, scratches and hickeys rather quickly, but his fingers lingered, feeling for the tight spots across his back. Zahabia kept his hands on them, slowly massaging them, while he hummed, for a moment forgetting that he wasn’t supposed to do this and hadn’t even been asked for any sort of service like this. It just had annoyed him to feel how bad the god’s back had to ache with all of this tension. It surely couldn’t all be from fucking a little too roughly, and for the moment he blamed it on the additional pair of arms, that probably put even more pressure on someone's back. Hearing the others answer, he was a little bit impressed. His request wasn’t denied right away, so… Would he truly get paid more? Just for rubbing his back for a little while? He could get used to this. It wasn’t too bad, even though the god’s back was like two, maybe even three times the size of his own, which tired his arms, but otherwise… He would prefer this over getting fucked senseless any time! Probably also over a few other things, but he had to get Bankei’s reaction to that before, and he certainly wouldn’t give him more than this small taste right now, his arms already aching from just these slight movements. “Take better care next time! I’m not gonna keep rubbing your back like that.

8:58 AM

You better make it worth my while in the future!”, Zahabia exclaimed, washing the ointment off of his hands in the bathwater below, while he slowly stepped away from Bankei, returning to his own spot. He wasn’t screaming at him anymore, and his voice only sounded a little bit annoyed, not much of the anger and hatred remaining that he had laced it with before. He simply was too tired for that. Despite already sleeping before, the sleepiness approached him once again, making him feel as if he could just fall asleep where he stood. Certainly, he couldn’t stay much longer, or he wouldn’t make it back to his room without collapsing on the way. Zahabia’s eyes darted around the room, looking for a towel and a change of clothes, but he couldn’t spot any. With an exhausted sigh and his eyes closed for a moment, he turned back to Bankei. He had just wanted to leave, and now he had to talk to him once more… “Are there any towels or clothes I can borrow for the way back?”, he asked, his voice sounding a bit slower and quieter, the exhaustion very obvious in his eyes and posture. At least he was clean for the most part and had gotten the opportunity to scream at Bankei for a bit. Which felt… a little bit refreshing. It wasn’t able to lift and solve all their issues, but at least it made it momentarily easier to deal with them. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Ignoring the snort the human gave him he just closed his eyes, letting the human do his work. It somewhat felt nice, getting his back almost massaged like that. His touch was almost soothing in a way that made Bankei relax, even letting out a soft sigh as his shoulders shifted lightly beneath the human's touch in response. He was certain that he could sleep in here on the spot like that. The God would've loved for the massage to last just a bit longer but like all good things, it came to an end. However, his little dancer's comment made him open his eyes again, a little surprised that Zahabia was willing to treat his wounds again in the future. Seemed like he'd enjoyed his time here afterall. Chuckling a little dry in response, the God let that comment slide for now. He was too tired to argue for now. Settling back against the back of the pool, Bankei watched Zahabia walk back to his spot. With a snap of his giant hand, a bathrobe and towel appeared floating in the air on the outside of the pool, waiting for Zahabia. "Take this and keep it." Bankei only replied before his upper hands leaned over the back of the pool, closing his eyes to relax further. Somehow he didn't want Zahabia to leave yet, although he was certainly too proud to admit it in the moment. He'd let him go nonetheless, but something inside the God hoped and knew that this wasn't their last time in the bath together... @SirFüncelot

Not sure what exactly he had expected, Zahabia was a little bit surprised as suddenly a finely made bathrobe and a towel appeared out of thin air, floating just a few inches away from him, rather easy to grab. Blinking a few times, he looked between the two items and Bankei, who had settled back already, his eyes closed, apparently not paying attention to him anymore. Should he thank him? But it was the least he could do. Zahabia would certainly not be walking back to his room naked. The guests may have left, but who said that no one else would be around. And it wasn’t like he had no sense of shame at all. He certainly didn’t mind being naked around other people, but he did mind walking around naked if it wasn’t related to some kind of word. So, yes, he was thankful for the things Bankei had apparently gifted him. He mumbled a nearly silent ‘Thanks.’ in the god’s general direction. Mouthing it more than speaking it, before he climbed out of the water. Cold air hit his skin making him shiver, but to his surprise the towel was warm to the touch and soft, fluffy even. It felt nice as he wrapped it around himself, not yet able to use it to dry himself off, instead enjoying how good it felt. With a sigh he removed it, starting to pat his skin dry, and in the end using the towel to wrap his air and keep it out of his way. The robe was equally warm and nice; finely made from some kind of fabric he didn’t recognize at first glance, but it felt good on his skin and fit surprisingly well. Zahabia had been worried for a moment that it would be as flashy and revealing as the other outfits Bankei had provided him with, but it wasn’t even that short. He looked down at himself, taking in the stitched details in gold on the dark fabric, moving his fingers across them, before finally snapping out of it, realizing how long he had been just standing and staring. Clearing his throat and shaking his head to get it together once again,

10:03 PM

he turned towards Bankei, giving him the slightest bow he managed before his back and legs protested. “Don’t you dare wake me up early tomorrow for some nonsense.”, he spoke, his voice sounding a lot less annoyed than before but still stern because he wanted to get some rest, and he needed some rest. Bankei did too, but he certainly wouldn’t be the one to tell him that. After all, he had proclaimed that he was able to take care of himself. So surely he knew to take it easy for a while and not stumble into any orgies this soon. “This was a bit nice…”, Zahabia added, after already turning around and walking towards the door. He paused, his hand already holding onto the doorknob. The words were spoken without looking back, and he hoped they got swallowed by the grandeur of the room or the sound of the opening door right after. He left quickly, or at least as quickly as possible, returning to his room a lot calmer than he would have liked, but he blamed it on the relaxing abilities of the water and the oils as he let himself fall onto his bed, neither taking off the bathrobe nor the towel. He felt too lazy and exhausted for that, nearly instantly falling asleep as his head hit the soft pillow. He would let Suraja take care of his disheveled hair in the morning. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A wave of tiredness and exhaustion had overcome Bankei as his muscles relaxed more from the warm water. With his head leaned back and eyes closed, he didn't have the energy to watch his dancer get dressed and preparing himslef to leave. Suddenly, there was this feeling again: Bankei didn't want Zahabia to leave, but why? He had no reason to get him to stay and his dancer had no either. Zahabia had been only complaining and whining so far. He was annoying and rude, but the feeling inside the God's chest remained... The God only kept ignoring the human's snarky request. He had no intention on getting up early tomorrow anyways. Despite his request and own thoughts... Bankei wanted to see him again. What made him open one of his four eyes though was the last comment that the human ushered before leaving. Of course he had to like this bath! Who wouldn't afterall, but having him admit that he might've even enjoyed the time with the God after all what happened made Bankei think. Did Zahabia really enjoy how he had treated his wounds earlier? How they somehow talked it all out. It all made Bankei's brain run on full speed that gave him a headache. Both a groan he shook his head lightly to get rid of all those thoughts, banishing them deep back into his mind. But he had to admit, it indeed had kind of been nice to have someone with him in this bath which usually was a bit lonely sometimes. It made the God chuckle a bit, bringing a small lazy grin to his lips before muttering to himself in the empty bath: "How odd..." @SirFüncelot

Zahabia slept surprisingly well and was glad to notice that no one had woken him up. It was already midday, the sun standing high in the sky. His body ached still, but otherwise it was a rather good late morning. Followed by a good week, he mostly spent by himself or in the company of Suraja, exploring the palace to the best of his abilities. Again and again he was pulled back to the library, maybe in the hopes of finding Bankei there, who, to his own surprise, hadn’t even called for him once during this time. Not that he was sad because of that; he never would be, but it did hurt his pride a little. Was he not enough? Or was the god still mad that he had talked to him like that? He didn't seem very mad or angry during the few times they had seen each other from afar. Maybe it was all just in his head. Or the other waited for him to take the first step. Shaking his head, he tried to focus on the book before him again. It had been hard to even find it in the first place, but with a sly idea, he had gotten Suraja to help him with this particular task. Because how could he possibly find a single book on these thousands and thousands of bookshelves? She hadn’t even questioned him, which he was rather glad for because he certainly didn’t want her to know as well that he couldn’t read. It had been embarrassing enough to tell Bankei that much; he surely didn't want any other people to learn about this particular ability he hadn’t acquired in his youth. He didn’t want anyone else to possibly make fun of him for that. And how hard could it be? Reading. Everyone could read. Yet here he was staring at pages filled with strange, wiggly lines that made no sense to him. Yes, some of them repeated themselves, and this was the first story of the book, but he couldn’t even figure out if Bankei had told him what stood here. With an exhausted groan, Zahabia pushed the book away from himself and rubbed his temples.

5:33 AM

This didn’t work. He had no idea how other people learned to read, but it certainly wasn't like this. It seemed like he wouldn't be reading any time soon. Maybe he should just drop it. He had managed to survive without being able to read up until now; it surely didn't make much of a difference. Stretching himself like a cat as he stood from his chair, walking away from the desk and out of the room, Zahabia felt exhausted and very much annoyed at himself. He needed a distraction, or he would bore himself to death. There was only so much he could do alone, and if Bankei didn't need him for anything… He went to look for the god, unsure what he wanted to do when he found him, but at this point he would take any sort of distraction from his boring everyday life. There was nothing he hated more than being bored. He wasn’t able to spend it even less than being around Bankei, possibly getting annoyed by him again, but right now even that seemed better. The next time Zahabia looked up, he was in some part of the castle he didn't recognize. He had never been here, and he had no idea how he had gotten here. Had he taken a wrong turn somewhere? He had been sure this was the way to Bankei's quarters, and yet here he was standing in front of an unfamiliar door that seemed even larger and more intricately decorated than all the others he had stumbled upon. It intrigued him, and the fact that it was standing slightly ajar seemed to invite him inside even more. He stepped forward, pushing the door open a little bit more to peek inside, overwhelmed by what he saw. There was so much gold, the entire room seemed to glow. With a few more steps, Zahabia stood in front of the accumulated wealth that seemed to fill the entire room and made him stare. Was this all that Bankei owned?

5:33 AM

Was he this rich? He couldn’t help but absentmindedly brush his fingers along a few things, grabbing a necklace and locking on to it. It was beautiful, not comparable in any way to the simple jewelry he had received. He just had to put it on; there was no way around it, no matter what! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Deep within those enormous treasure chambers of the God, portraying all his wealth, something opened it's eyes at the sound of the door opening. It could feel the human's steps vibrating on the floor, approaching the piles of blinding riches. It watched the human run his hands over the cold golden coins and picking up the precious necklace. It seemed like today was it's lucky day... "Will... you...take?" A voice suddenly rang through the massive hall which was else filled with dead silence. It was a light voice, like a dry hissed whisper slowly spoken. Each words had been dragged, yet loud enough to be heard through the whole chamber... @SirFüncelot (edited)

Just having closed the clasp around his neck, Zahabia was startled by the sudden voice that seemed to come from beneath his feet. He froze in place at the strange tone, like water hitting a hot rock, sizzling and hissing, certainly not human-sounding. Was this some of Bankei’s magic? Meant to protect this place? He shouldn’t have approached so foolishly, but how could he resist anything that sparkled this much? And he had just wanted to try it on. It hadn’t been Zahabia’s intention to steal anything. He would have asked Bankei nicely for it. Maybe while already wearing it. But if the god said it didn’t suit him, he surely would give it back and be satisfied with the jewelry he already owned. “I-I won’t.”, he spoke, his voice quivering as his eyes darted around, trying to make out where the voice was coming from, but he couldn’t find its origin. There was no sign of anything besides vast amounts of coins, gems, and jewels of various make and color. At least the door was still open behind him. Maybe that was his way out? If he was just fast enough, maybe he could outrun whatever was guarding his place. He just had to find Bankei. Certainly, whatever this was, the god would be able to stop it, wouldn’t he? Quickly turning around, his eyes locked onto the door, and he began to sprint, nearly reaching the door before he tripped over something he hadn’t seen, too fixated on the escape route before him. Zahabia fell, tumbling to the ground, unable to get up fast enough. It was as if his leg got tangled up in something, but he hadn’t seen anything lying on the ground like a rope or a net. If he was honest, he hadn’t seen anything laying in his way while he made his way into the room. What had he tripped over? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Whatever the human had tripped over began to slowly move and shift a bit. On closer inspection, it was part of a snakes tail. It was definitely a little larger than from a normal snake, both ends disappearing in a near pile of gold. "Will... you... take?" There was the voice again, closer than last time, but what would would catch most of the humans attention is that the piles of gold slowly began to erupt. As is something would shift beneath all those gold and riches. At first only one coin. One coin that tumbled down the large pile. Then Two. Then Three. And slowly more and more began to roll down, few spots giving a look what was causing those movements beneath the riches. Scales. Black scales shifting and moving beneath here and there all over the piles of gold before in the corner of the humans eyes, a figure appeared. At first glance, it was a human like silhouette, but quickly the dancer would be proven otherwise. Black scales covered the creatures upper body. It's yellow eyes fixed on Zahabia as the creature slowly slithered closer. There was no other way to describe it, because the lower half of his body was replaced by this snake tail from a seemingly infinite length. At first, the creature seemed to appear from behind one of yhe nearby gold piles before it began to move towards Zahabia, yellow eyes fixing the human and the necklace clutched to his chest in place. "Gold... thief?" @SirFüncelot

Zahabia’s eyes landed on the dark scales, widening in shock at the sheer size of whatever lurked beneath the gold. It was larger than every snake he had ever encountered, and that by a lot. Considering Bankei’s size, it was no surprise, but the voice… Snakes couldn’t speak, could they? He was in panic as the same words echoed through the chamber again, as if to remind him that his intentions weren’t as he claimed. Moving back as much as he could, unable to stand back up on his legs, he wasn’t sure what to do. Running didn’t seem like an option anymore. Not with whatever this monster was shifting beneath the coins. He had no other option but to stare, eyes wide and a panicked expression upon his face. “I don’t take. I-I…”, he stuttered, his back hitting one of the shifting gold piles, making him flinch as he felt it move and tried to get away from it as far as possible. “I can put it back. I… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”, with these words, he opened the clasp of the necklace again, taking it off and holding it tight, fixating the moving black scales beneath the gold. Zahabia wouldn’t risk his life over something as worthless as a piece of jewelry. He had no real need for it anyway, and now that he knew what else Bankei possessed… He could just ask for it. Despite him wanting to return the necklace, the shifting didn’t seem to stop. Instead, even more of the snake-like body revealed itself, until finally… a human torso emerged? The face was clearly human, but the rest? Zahabia gasped in shock as the creature moved closer. It was fast and even larger than he had thought. He surely wouldn’t be able to outrun this thing, no matter how hard he tried. Involuntarily, he grabbed the necklace tighter, holding onto it as if that would help him in any way, as he seemed to get lost in the monster’s slitted eyes.

4:15 AM

His entire body felt heavy; unable to move or even lift a single digit of his fingers. Zahabia didn’t even have the strength to open his mouth and answer. At this point, the only thing he could do was hope, hope that someone came to these parts of the castle and found him on time before he had to pay for his stupid mistake. Who even put something like this up? And why had no one warned him about this? Not even mentioned it. Had they all thought it wouldn’t be possible for him to end up here? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The creature only approached closer, gazing down at the necklace in the human's hands. Since he didn't seem to let go of it, his fate was sealed... Approaching him closer and closer, a part of his tale suddenly broke out of the pile of gold that the human was leaning against. The part of his tail was already pushing Zahabia forward by his hips, pulling him in towards the strange creature which yellow eyes only seemed to study him even more curious up close. "Pretty...thief..." the creature noted as he shifted around the human, slithering around him to take in the view before stopping in front of him, twisting his head to the side a little as he was now close to Zahabia. Part of the creatures tail began to wrap around his legs, slowly snaking up to the humans waist. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia wanted to run. He had to. But he wasn’t able to. Not just because his muscles didn’t move, but also because slowly the tail began wrapping around him tightly. It didn’t hurt yet, but the grip was strong nonetheless, and he could only imagine how painful it would get if this creature gave it their all. He would probably snap in two like a twig, unable to do anything to prevent it. Unless… “Bankei… His majesty… You… know him?”, he spoke through his teeth, putting a lot of strain on himself, just to talk. Those yellow eyes… They were so enchanting, seemingly putting a spell on him, that made him feel dizzy. It was a rather familiar feeling, quite similar to the effects of the drug from the party a few nights ago, except that there was no burning desire starting to kindle inside his belly, which he was rather glad for. Just feeling calm and relaxed was good enough for him. “I work for him. He will be… upset… if something happens… to me…”, Zahabia had to pause once more, to catch his breath and continue on speaking. If he could just get this monster to wait, maybe even call Bankei over… He was sure this would make resolving the situation easier, than trying to argue with this thing. Maybe it wasn’t even able to understand him properly. After all, it was speaking rather… simple. Did he need to speak slower? Or with fewer words? Maybe it didn’t let him go after offering to drop the necklace because of that? Maybe this was just a misunderstanding? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

At the sound of the God's name, the creature only tilted his head to the side as his tail continued to wrap loosely around Zahabia's body, slowly tighten but still leaving enough room for the human to breathe. "Bankei proud... catch gold thief..." He only replied in his slow speaking manner as he came closer, his hand reaching forward to slowly take the necklace out of the human's hands before tossing it aside for now. While still remaining close to Zahabia's face, the creature's eyes fixed onto the human's features, taking everything in before bowing down into the crook of the humans neck to inhale his sweet scent. Meanwhile, his clawed hands settled onto the dancers shoulders before the creature pulled his head slowly away to stare closely at the human. Gently taking the human's chin, the snakes yellow eyes seemingly began to radiate, looking even brighter and pulsing in a way that would draw the human in and calm his mind. "Calm now... pretty thief..." the snake spoke almost gentle as he kept himself close to Zahabia, his tail slowly beginning to tighten around the dancers body. @SirFüncelot

This didn’t look good. At least the creature seemed to understand him, but that hadn’t helped. It wasn’t keen on calling Bankei. Or at least it wasn’t keen on doing so yet. Zahabia felt confident in his abilities to persuade this creature and make it call for Bankei before it started to devour him. Because if not… This was over due to one stupid mistake. How could he have possibly known that the god kept his little pet hidden among his treasure? Did someone have to come down here to feed it? Or were the thieves it apparently caught enough to sustain it? “He will be... even more proud... if you show... me to him... before…”, he tried to squeeze out, but was already moved, around, feeling its breath on his neck, sending unpleasant shivers down his spine. For a moment he thought it would bite him, but gladly, that didn’t happen. Instead, he was effortlessly moved even closer, staring directly into the yellow slitted eyes of the creature, unable to pull away, even if he wanted to. His last resolve seemed to fade, now that he was this near and subjected to its gaze like this. It felt rather nice. Truly calming. Like a warming sensation that spread throughout his entire body, from the inside to the outside, warming him, and making his limbs relax. Zahabia’s hands dropped to his side, his legs going limp, his entire body only held up by the snake-monster in front of him. A satisfied smile laid upon his lips, as he kept on staring into those beautiful eyes, his own dazed and clouded. They reminded him so much of two other pairs of golden eyes. The hue was different, as was the expression, but Zahabia couldn’t help but think about him. Bankei… Even his pet snake was color-coordinated to his strange taste of black and gold… He truly was a strange man. God? He still wasn’t sure what exactly he was, but certainly no mortal. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Somehow, something set the God unease. Shifting with a small grumble in his huge cushioned seat of his chambers, something just felt odd, as if something bad was about to happen. While combing his own hair a bit, Bankei couldn't shake off the feeling that something wasn't right. Could it be because he hadn't seen his little dancer the whole day. In this week he'd caught a glance at the human at least once daily, but today on his stroll around the castle, Zahabia had been nowhere to be found. As the God got lost in his surely unnecessary worries, a servant entered afte a knock on the door to offer the God a bowl of fruit. "Does anyone of you know where Zahabia went off to?" "Not really... no your majesty. Only rumors said that he's been seen wandering the deeper parts of the palace, near where the treasure chambers lie." "Shit."

The snake watched with a small smile how relaxed and calm the human looked under his hypnotic gaze. He was so pretty when he smiled. It was a pity that he'd have to eat him. "Calm... sleep... pretty thief." The snake cooed almost gently as he lifted the human's body a little further up, backing a little away from the human. Lifting himself to hover over Zahabia, the creature held his soft gaze as he opened his mouth which grew and grew into a inhuman size. It was obvious that he would swallow the human whole. Slowly the snake lowered itself, coils wrapping tighter and tighter around Zahabia's body as he was about to devour his meal...

"SHESHADRI! NO! LET HIM GO! NOW!" A voice roared through the hall after the Bang from the doors flying open. Bankei stood there, door spread with his 4 arms, a look or shock, horror and anger on his face. Sheshadri stopped immediately in his tracks, closing his mouth as he looked up to see his master. "Pretty thief?" He asked, tilting his head a little to the side... "Yes pretty- I mean," Bankei shook his head for a second."Let him go and don't eat him! He is not your food!" He commanded as he approached those piles of gold. As commanded, the snakes tail slowly began to unwrap from the dancers body, setting him down on one of the nearest gold piles. Sheshadri himself made his way over to another golden pile where he wrapped his tail around, resting his body on it and looking almost in a pleading manner over to his master, as if feeling that his master was angry at him. Quickly, Bankei rushed forward, getting down onto his knees besides the human. A look of worry was on his face as he looked almost panicked at his little human. "Are you okay? Are you hurt badly somewhere? Can you breathe?" Bankei asked those questions rather quick, his hands hovering over his dancer's body as if not knowing where to touch first and if he was even allowed to touch him at this moment. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia didn’t notice anything. He just felt very happy, very relaxed and content. As if he were floating on a big fluffy cloud, all of his worries forgotten, not even realizing that he was about to become a snack. He wouldn’t mind staying like this forever. It felt nice. It made his life so much easier. No work and no gods to worry about. Here, it didn’t matter if he could read or not, and he certainly wouldn’t get hungry here either. This had to be paradise… His own personal paradise… The floating stopped abruptly; instead, he felt his back hit something hard yet kind of soft, no, not soft… Unsteady? Strange? It didn’t feel like a wall or the hard ground shifting beneath him, slowly bringing him back to reality. Everything seemed to spin around him. What had happened to the good feeling? Why was it over already? Zahabia clearly couldn’t understand what was going on, only slowly opening his eyes not hearing what was said to him. He felt dizzy, and his body ached in strange, unfamiliar places. As if someone had hugged him too tight, just all over his body. “What’s going on, handsome? Why are there so many of you?”, he asked, after finally being able to hold his eyes open for a bit longer at a time. The things around him still shifted in and out of focus, which made it hard to focus, which made it hard to get a clear view of the person above him. In an attempt to maybe hold him steady and give Zahabia a chance to see who this was, he reached his hands up, meant to cup the god’s cheeks, but one just went past while the other collided with Bankei’s forehead. He pulled both back to start again, this time at least managing to grab onto the other's shoulder with one hand. His hand remained there while his head and eyes cleared, slowly revealing who was standing above him. It took even longer to process who the face belonged to, but after a while, he was certain that Bankei was kneeling next to him, looking at him with a worried expression.

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A fact Zahabia couldn’t quite understand. Why would he be worried? There was no reason to worry. Especially not coming from Bankei. He had nothing in his life to worry about. He had everything one could wish for and possibly even more than that, but at least his persuasion attempts seemed to have worked. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be here, would he? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A wave of relief washed over the God as he saw Zahabia stirr awake. Letting out a small sigh, Bankei was surprised at the obviously confused touch of his hand which met the God's forehead over his closed eye in the middle of it. "Easy now. It will take a moment for everything to settle again..." Bankei explained with a small sigh, shifting in his position to sit more comfortably while resting his hand on his knee. He knew he had forgot to mention those chambers. He should've told him sooner... "Bankei... master...mad?" The voice came from another pile of gold where the snake creature had settled himself on but had now slowly been approaching from the side behind its master. With his body weight split up from his tail and his front partly resting on his fingertips, he looked careful as he approached his master, eyes almost pleading a little if his master was truly upset at his actions. "No, no you did a good job Sheshadri." Bankei had turned his head around, ruffling the snake's long black hair with one of his hands which seemed to brighten Sheshadri's mood immediately. "But! You're not allowed to eat this one. Understood?" Bankei looked at him with a warning glance which made the snake nod in understanding before coming up to wrap himself around the God's hip in one wrap. "Yes yes. Good boy..." Bankei only chuckled a bit when Sheshadri snuggled against him from behind, wrapping his hands around the God's neck to rub his cheek against Bankei's with a chittering click sound coming from him. Bankei almost forgot that someone was there watching him show his soft and affectionate side towards his beloved pet. @SirFüncelot

What exactly had happened? Zahabia couldn’t quite remember. He had wandered around and gotten lost, but after that, things got kind of blurry. There was gold and something dark, and then everything had turned all fuzzy and warm, and he had felt so nice and good. But why? It didn’t make sense, and even though Bankei was right in front of him, neither his words nor his expression made any sense to him. “What happened?”, he asked, slowly realizing that he was holding onto the god, quickly taking his hands off of him as if he had burned himself. Why was he always the one getting drugged, hypnotized, or whatever had happened to him anyway? Was that something that was bound to happen more often? Zahabia truly hoped that wouldn’t be the case. He quite liked having his own will and getting to act according to it, but he couldn’t get much further with that. Not able to tell Bankei how much he hated this as well, and that maybe it was a good idea to keep doors closed in the future if someone wasn’t supposed to wander into them. He heard a familiar hissing voice that made him remember the last few minutes, quite vividly. Especially after the creature slithered into his field of view, apparently casually cuddling with the god as if it were a small puppy. Zahabia’s eyes widened, as he tried to move further back, away from it, but couldn’t manage to do so. He wasn’t able to scoot up the pile of gold behind him, just sliding back down with each desperate try, his eyes fixed on the creature that now rested its head on Bankei’s shoulder. “Get… Get that thing away from me!”, he exclaimed, remembering what had happened as he had looked it in the eyes. Lowering his gaze, he froze, unsure what to do. He couldn’t get up; his legs still feeling slightly wobbly, and the god was too close anyway. He would just get within striking distance of that thing. The words Bankei had said to it, didn’t really help with calming him.

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Yes, it wasn’t supposed to hurt him, but was he sure he had it under control? Zahabia didn’t even know how long its entire body was, but it seemed endless, and probably could wrap itself around the god as well if it wanted to, squeezing the life out of him. Or just disobeying its master’s orders and coming for him during the night. By the gods… How was he supposed to ever sleep without nightmares like this? Now snakes would haunt him forever and steal his beauty sleep… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God's attention quickly got averted from the love and affectionate cuddling of his pet at the quite loud panicked yell from his little dancer who seemed to recognize who Bankei's company was. "Trust me, Sheshadri is harmless..." He tried to calm Zahabia down a bit, a hint of his usual cockiness peaking back through in his voice before he looked back at Sheshadri and gave him a little scratch below his chin. The snake in response seemed to chitter a little more before more of his tail began to wrap around Bankei's arm. Something inside the God was always happy to see his scaled friend. Sadly he couldn't let him run wild within the palace walls without frightening all the human's around. "unless someone is trying to steal something out of these treasure chambers..." Bankei continued before looking back at Zahabia with a bit more serious gaze. He knew that a part of him couldn't completely tame Sheshadri's natural instincts so he had set rules. "Did you try to take something from here?" It was a serious question and the only logical explaination why the human had almost falled prey to his precious snake... @SirFüncelot (edited)

Harmless? This creature was certainly anything but harmless! It had tried to eat him. That was the opposite of harmless, but Bankei seemed blind to this obvious fact. Just because it didn’t try to eat him. But what about everyone else? Who knows how many servants it had already devoured? Zahabia didn’t even want to think about it, but before he could protest further, the god asked the question he had dreaded a little bit. Why he was here and why he had gotten attacked… Zahabia lowered his gaze, looking like a child caught with its hand in the cookie jar. "I was bored, so I started to wander… The door was left open, so I peeked inside and…”, he paused, huffing and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “I just picked up a necklace. I wanted to ask you if I could have it.”, like an angry chicken, he seemed to fluff himself up a bit to show his annoyance. “I wouldn’t have taken it or even set foot in this room if I’d known you kept some sort of monster here.”, he defended himself further, looking Bankei back into the eyes as he slowly talked himself into a rage. “But apparently that’s not something important to let others know. Are there any other rooms I shouldn’t go into? Any other things I’m not supposed to touch because they’ll potentially rip my arm off?”, Zahabia had started to gesture widely, and if he could, he would have started walking in circles around the room. But he still wasn’t keen on getting close to Sheshadri and preferred to keep his distance from him and Bankei. “Putting up a sign or two would help! Or closing the goddamn door! You’re practically begging for people to go inside there!” That was probably done by choice to keep the creature fed, or entertained, or whatever, but it certainly hadn’t helped him. Nothing of this helped. Not this situation. Not Bankei, apparently siding with his lap-snake-man thing. Nothing.

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“I even asked it nicely to get you to explain the situation, but that wasn’t even an option.” Zahabia would keep on talking, but slowly he lost breath, forgetting to properly breathe in between his statements, and now had to pause to catch some air while still glaring at the god, annoyed, pushing the blame as best as he could onto him because this truly wasn’t on Zahabia. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Watching Zahabia talk himself into a frenzy while puffing up like a small chicken didn't make the God's situation better. In fact, it only got his mood to drop any further. "Alright alright! Will you calm down now and let me explain?" He stopped the human from talking, raising his hands as if to signaling him to sit back down and listen. "First off, Sheshadri is what's called a Naga, a humanoid creature half human, half snake." Bankei began, sighing a bit before pinching the back of his nose and rubbing his eyes after. "He lives in my treasure chambers with the allowance to devour anyone who picks up a piece of gold from here and wants to leave this place." He explained further. While talking, Sheshadri had wrapped his tail around the God further, his coils almost forming a seat like structure in the way had curled his tail around and below the God. Bankei only gave him a little side glance as he leaned back a little into the coils, not minding that they were still moving a bit. "You see, the palace is full of greedy humans who are just here to crawl up my ass and get a mere grasp of my wealth and influence. So I created those chambers with the doors always open just a bit to give them a glimpse on all of this. Greedy as those magpies are, Sheshadri is allowed to get rid of most of them for me before they become a problem." With a hand he reached out to give his Naga another scratch below his chin which resulted again in a small chittering noise. It was evident that the Naga enjoyed it before he rested on the God's shoulder again and looking back at the human in curiosity. "Most of my servants know about this chamber and are very well aware not to steal anything..." Bankei continued, waving one hand around lazily as he explained with a small sigh. "but I didn't think that you would stumble on this place since a certain also didn't give me an opportunity to warn them either since they kept avoiding me for the past week..."

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with his last words he leaned a bit forward and gave Zahabia a small side eye, his voice clearly meant to tease him a bit yet with serious intentions... @SirFüncelot

Against all odds, Zahabia truly quieted down to listen to the god. Thinking about interrupting a few times but deciding against it. Bankei didn’t seem angry yet, but certainly annoyed, and he didn’t want to wear his patience thinner than it already was. So he shut his mouth, arms still crossed in front of his chest, leaning back against the uncomfortable gold pile. His eyes were fixated on Bankei, or at least he was trying to keep them there, but they frequently darted towards the snake when it moved. The explanation helped a little bit. Maybe he wouldn’t be eaten right away, but Zahabia didn’t trust it fully. How could Bankei be this confident in this… this Naga-creature? “I wasn’t even leaving yet as it attacked me…”, he grumbled under his breath, quiet enough to not disturb the god’s explanations but loud enough, so he would be able to pick up on it. “And I was trying to put it back…”, Zahabia added, his expression getting grumpier as he furrowed his brows. Apparently, he couldn’t compete with Bankei’s other pet. They seemed a lot more familiar than he liked. For how little time they seemed to spend together… How long had this creature been here anyway? Did it come with the palace, or did Bankei think it into existence? He’d never seen a creature like this; he'd only heard stories about gods like this from the merchants coming from the east. Bankei’s explanation as to why he left the door open… Well… It didn’t seem like he had thought this through. If someone wanted to steal from him, they certainly wouldn’t make this effort themselves if all they needed to do was grab some of his golden plates or crystal glasses. Those would already fetch a pretty good price if one found the right person. So telling everyone about his guarded treasury… It seemed like a useless idea, but Zahabia didn’t say anything about that. Just raising his eyebrow slightly and then letting it be with a slight shake of his head. “First of all, I haven’t been avoiding you;

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you have been avoiding me! Or am I supposed to just go check up on you every now and then, because you don’t even call for me anymore?”, he answered, the annoyed tone back in his voice, as he looked Bankei in the eyes. “Secondly, I’m still mad at you. In case you have forgotten that. I haven’t even received an apology yet.”, Zahabia added, leaning towards the god a bit, to point his finger angrily at him. “Do you even know how boring the last few days were? There are only so many walks I’m willing to go on to keep myself occupied.”, Zahabia was now poking his index finger against the uppermost part of Bankei’s chest, while glaring up at him. Not that he had missed the god, but he seemed to be the only form of entertainment around here that kept him on his toes for more than half an hour. Even if it was mostly fighting like this or getting put back in his place. All the other things he did… They got boring after some time if he just kept repeating them. Going on walks in the gardens, exploring what was left of the palace, listening to rumors and stories Suraja told him. All these things were nice, but not enough to make his days exciting. So yes, maybe he had waited to get called to the god again. Especially after their fight. He had thought maybe Bankei was still mad at him, but that didn’t seem to be the case. So… Why had he never requested his presence in the last week? He surely couldn’t have grown tired of him yet, right? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With a raised eyebrow, Bankei listened to his little dancer rant, only leaning a bit more back in his throne of coil when Zahabia poked him in his broad chest. With a small, almost dumbfounded look of surprise at how much temper and energy that human possessed, Bankei let him finish before he began to unload his own heated emotions. "Me?! You have been the one running around like a pouty child not wanting to talk to me that whole last week! That's why I decided to leave you a bit more room for your hothead to calm down!" Bankei gestured around with his four arms thrown into the air before poking his massive finger against Zahabia's chest, a bit more gentle not to hurt him, but still "Wasn't the visit to my private bathing chambers enough for you? And that week without having any work to do and just having time to yourself?" With those words Bankei leaned back into Sheshadris coil, the Naga himself watching the whole situation with curiosity unfold from over the God's shoulder. "There are plenty enough things around here that can keep one entertained!" Crossing his arms and a leg in front of him, he was clearly a hot head as much as Zahabia was, clearly not thinking about openly admitting his mistake. Yet the God had tried to fix it in his own way, but appearently that still wasn't enough for the human. The last words made Bankei grow curious again as he opened his eyes back to look at Zahabia, taking a moment to process what he had just said. Did he really miss the God's company. My, he almost sounded like he was afraid of being forgotten. Luckily for him, Bankei had no intention of replacing his little dancer anytime soon. "My, that almost sounds like you missed my company..." a mischevous and teasing smile curled along the God's lips as he leaned a little more forward, his voice dripping in a taunting manner. Now this was a small win to rub into the human's face... @SirFüncelot

He should have thought about how Bankei would react to him talking like that, but to his surprise, he reacted rather tamely. Of course, he was shouting and screaming, but so was Zahabia, and in his current state of mind, it certainly didn’t seem that bad. They were having an argument, and there hadn’t been any insults or mentions of punishments yet, so he saw no reason to step down now. If he wanted, he could be just as stubborn as Bankei was, only accepting his way of doing things as the right way, and he wanted the god to apologize and not give him basically worthless things. He’d probably taken other people into his private baths already, and even the break didn’t seem like anything particularly special. An apology, on the other hand… Bankei didn’t seem like someone who would issue an apology that easily, and just hearing him murmur a quiet "Sorry" would bring Zahabia enough satisfaction to forget even the last of his resentment. Zahabia just grumbled in response, brushing away the finger that laid on his chest. Looking for the right words to counter with, he just glared at the god, not finding what he was looking for to express his current emotional state best, he decided to just keep his mouth shut for now. Waiting to see if the other had anything more to say, or if his monologue was over now and he could leave. He certainly had heard enough, and he would do anything but thank the god for his gracious gift, of leaving him be for an entire week after what he’d put him through. Truly… Bankei had to be a saint… Immediately regretting his decision to stay, as the god continued to speak, making Zahabia’s eyes widen with shock and his cheeks flush slightly pink, at the mention of this absolute bullshit. As if he’d ever think anything like that. “I certainly did not!”, he finally responded in a sharp tone, standing up, wobbling slightly, to push past the god and finally leave this conversation behind.

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This was getting ridiculous, and he wouldn’t listen to this any longer. Him? Missing Bankei? Never! The only thing he was lacking was entertainment, but he would manage to find that on his own, without the god’s help. “You must have gotten delusional. I just want to make sure I earn my money, and know when I’m no longer asked for around here, so I can move on.”, he added, huffing, and nearly tripping over a golden chalice while he continued to glare at Bankei out of the corner of his eye as he left. “There is no reason for me to miss you!” Yes, this certainly would just anger the god more, but there hadn’t been any consequences so far for the last few times he’d spoken this openly, and he couldn’t just have him sprout such nonsense, or he would start to believe it. As if Bankei’s ego needed even more of a boost… it was already inflated enough as it is! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zahabia's reaction to the God's tease was certainly adorable. Watching the human all pout with pink cheeks and stumbling towards the door was certainly entertaining to watch in Bankei's opinion. But he couldn't let the human leave just yet... A small snap followed Zahabia's words before black scales seemed to whip past his legs before parts of Sheshadri's tail blocked the giant doors, making it impossible for the human to just run off now. "Too bad for you that I haven't gotten tired of you yet." Bankei spoke with a small scoff, still resting himself on parts of Sheshadri's tail. "I very much enjoy your performances and anything that . If it's your wish to see me more often, then I have no problem with letting myself entertain by your pretty hips at every of my evening..." The God gave Zahabia another grin before his looks trailed off, over the riches that piled up nearby and covered parts of the floor. "Earlier you said that a necklace here caught your eye. Which one was it?" Bankei asked as he looked back at Zahabia in a little more serious tone. @SirFüncelot

All Zahabia could see while walking to the door was something black whipping past him, making him flinch. For a moment, he thought he would get grabbed and strangled again because he dared to leave, but instead the snake's tail just blocked the door. Still denying him exit, but at least he didn’t get hurt again. It was certainly a lot better, but nevertheless he turned around, clenching his hands into fists as he glared at Bankei once again for not letting him go. They were done with this conversation. Or at least did he think they were. But apparently not in the god's opinion… Wanting to say something, he was interrupted by the other talking. Bankei seemed so indifferent while telling him these things. Not even a little bit happy or excited, mostly just annoyed. Considering his actions and words… It made sense for him to react like that. But hearing the next part… Yes, he would have something to do, but accompanying him every night? Zahabia could already feel the exhaustion wash over him that would follow, but that’s what he got for running his mouth… He sighed while gritting his teeth, muttering a few words under his breath. “Of course, all you can do is think with your dick…” Unable to say anything else, as Bankei just continued. Surprising him a little with his question. It took Zahabia a moment to just stare at him, his expression shifting from angry and annoyed to something unreadable, his eyes slightly widening. He had expected a lot of things, but certainly not to get a present out of this interaction.

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If anything, he’d expected the god to react a lot worse, but today he seemed in an unusually gentle mood. Staring a little bit longer in an attempt to find his voice, he at least managed to tear his eyes away and look around the room, unable to locate the necklace he had grabbed before. Sheshadri had taken it from him and thrown it away. He hadn’t been able to see where it landed, so Zahabia couldn’t be of much help. “I don’t know. That th-”, he interrupted himself, feeling like it would be unwise to keep referring to the Naga by such terms. “Your… Sheshadri took it from me. I don’t know where it is. It was golden with sapphires, I believe…”, he mumbled, slightly uncomfortable with the situation. It had been a lot easier, as they’d just shouted at each other, but this… It confused him, and he wanted nothing more than to leave. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing the confused and almost flustered reaction made Zahabia even more adorable. Bankei just couldn't stop thinking about it over and over again. At the vague description of the necklace, Bankei couldn't help but chuckle a bit. Golden with gems? Like almost everything in those chambers? This time, Bankei kept that comment to himself, his gaze wandering to Shesh before whispering something into his ear. The Naga's eyes seemed to flicker around the room for a brief moment before the God lifted himself off the Black tail beneath. Only a second after, Sheshadri slithered away quickly, literally diving into one of the larger gold piles with most part of his tail following. Just after the last end of the tail had vanished into the pile, the Naga burst out of the other side of the moving pile that shifted from the mass of moving snake inside. Making his way towards the dancer in a swift yet not hasty pace, Sheshadri approached the dancer slowly. With his hands he held something clutched to his chest, but it wasn't really clear what yet. Shesadri now stood in front of the human, slightly more elevated through some of his mass of tail. His eyes weren't filled with the same hunger as before. They only showed curiosity and something...kind. Slowly he took his hands away from his chest. Inside the palms of his clawed hand wasn't the necklace the dancer had worn earlier, but a different one. It was even finer and more elegant than the previous one. The sapphires had a rich deep blue color, the golden embroidery depicting beautiful curls and patterns that were a masters work. After looking at it for a moment, Sheshadri looked back at Zahabia held his hands out towards the dancer.

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It was almost as if the Naga wanted to express his apology... "Whoa. Shesh really seems to like you." Bankei now stood by his Naga's side, glancing down into his hands to take a look at the necklace himself. The look on his face was one of sincere surprise. It made the God chuckle. "He isn't usually the type to share his favorite pieces outside of my orders..." He mumbled to himself, looking back at Zahabia. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia waited, unable to find the necklace on his own, but Bankei seemed to already have a solution for that. With wide eyes, he followed Sheshadri delving into the biggest treasure pile, finally able to see how long his entire body truly was. He was massive, the black tail still dragging after him as he had already exited the pile and made his way over towards Zahabia. The Naga towered over him, something that just entered his subconsciousness again and made him gulp. But unlike before, he seemed much less frightening. Moving slower and more carefully as Sheshadri approached him, lowering his upper body down to apparently get a better look at him or something. Sheshadri offered him something. A similar necklace, yet a thousand times more precious-looking. Zahabia couldn’t accept this, looking between the god and the Naga, unsure what to do or say. Bankei… He seemed fine with it? He wasn’t sure, but he seemed to be returning to his carefree attitude and wasn't angry that Sheshadri had offered him this instead of what he had originally asked for. So should he accept it, then? Would that be alright? Was he just overthinking the situation, or did he have reason not to trust it? Zahabia was unsure. The god had saved him, but otherwise… Was there reason to trust him? To trust his strange pet? Lowering his gaze, fidgeting with his hands, he took a deep breath before raising his head to turn it towards the god. Zahabia fixed him with his eyes, looking at him a little bit desperate, as if he wanted to ask if this was truly alright. He tried to figure out if it was just a trick, maybe meant to get him again? But that wouldn’t make sense.

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If Bankei had wanted him to get eaten, he wouldn’t have stopped the Naga from doing so before. But maybe it was to see if he was indeed greedy. Even though he wasn’t really stealing from the god. After all, it was offered to him. Maybe it was still better to decline this offer. Especially with him not knowing what the consequences of accepting it may be. “I-I can’t accept this. I can’t wear that. What if I lose it?”, Zahabia said, shaking his head in disbelief that something like this would even be offered to someone like him. Even if it was just meant as a joke or to tease him, because why else would Bankei whisper something to the Naga? If not for the sole purpose of testing him. “That’s very nice of you, but you should keep that.”, he added, directed at Sheshadri slightly pushing his hands back a little bit, hoping it wouldn’t upset him. He certainly didn’t want to get wrapped up in his tail again. If Zahabia was honest, he just wanted to leave and try to forget about this very strange encounter. This was a lot for a single day… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God watches Zahabia's reaction to the offer from his Naga with curiosity from the side. Given that Bankei knew how Zahabia was a little Diva, he was a little surprised how he seemed hesitant. Although, Bankei really shouldn't be after what happened when the dancer took something from here last time. Sheshadri in return only looked a bit confused, tipping his head a little to the side before gently pressing it against Zahabia's chest, as if insisting on the human taking it. "Take... gift... shiny..." the Naga spoke slowly, soft. "Dont worry about loosing it. Go on, take it. It's okay." Bankei reassured with a small wave of his hand, somehow a genuine almost happy grin on his face. "I asked Shesh to bring you a necklace that you described: golden with sapphires. And he still followed that order." He gave the snake a small grin who kept persistent and focused on the human. "In his opinion, he thinks it would look better on you. You should really take it." The God chuckled, seeing how Sheshadri attempted to bond with the God's favorite human. What a wholesome sight to behold... @SirFüncelot

Even with the necklace now pressing directly against his chest, Zahabia didn’t take it. It wasn’t until Bankei spoke up, clarifying and explaining the situation a little bit better. He remained on guard, moving his gaze from the god to the Naga, at least trying to react on time if it tried something funny. Not that he would stand a chance, but it gave him a false sense of security. Like he had at least a little bit of control over the situation. Which certainly wasn’t the case, but Zahabia liked to pretend. With hesitation, he carefully took the necklace from Sheshadri’s hands, holding it for a moment to admire it. It was certainly a lot lighter than he had expected. Despite the larger size of the stones and the many golden decorations, it felt light as a feather and was even more beautiful up close. He admired it in the warm glow of the lamps, twisting and turning it to get a good look at it from all angles. Satisfied with what he had seen, Zahabia tore his eyes away from the piece of jewelry to instead fix his gaze on the taller Naga before him again. Bowing his head slightly, he mumbled a quiet and untypically shy ‘Thank you’, not yet sure how to act in front of the creature. He seemed rather nice now, but Zahabia was still a little afraid that that could change as soon as Bankei turned away for a split second. Certainly, it was no easy task to trust something this big and obviously dangerous after nearly getting killed by it. It would probably take a little longer for him to even start trusting Sheshadri. If their paths should ever cross again. Because of that, Zahabia stepped away, moving to the side and in front of Bankei. He turned around, his back now facing the god, while he pulled his long hair to the front and held out the necklace for him to grab.

8:33 PM

“Do you mind...?”, he asked, still a little quiet, maybe with a slight hint of annoyance remaining, but he tried to appear mostly indifferent, trying to hide the fact that it made him happy to get a present and not get eaten alive again. It was a nice gift. Much nicer than the other things he owned, and if it was no problem if he’d lost it… Zahabia would make sure to wear it as much and as often as possible, simply because of how beautiful it was. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Watching Zahabia accept the necklace with shining eyes. Sheshadri's mood seemed to lift as well, making a small chittering sound as he moved his hands back, seemingly admiring the necklace and how it would look on this human that got the Naga especially curious. Bankei tried to ignore it at first, but when Zahabia looked for shelter besides him, somehow his heart made a small jump. It probably didn't help when parts of Sheshadri's tail began to wrap around his waist again with Sheshadri again, looking over the God's shoulder with curious yellow eyes. As Bankei seemed occupied with letting his hands glide over Sheshadri's smooth body, he looked back at the human when he shyly asked for help. Somehow, Bankei stood there a little dumbfounded for a moment, silently admiring the human's delicate back. He didn't know why his heart fluttered like a butterfly in his chest, as if it wanted to escape... After clearing his throat and some not so visible flush of pink spreading over his raven black skin, his lower two hands reached forward, carefully putting the elegant necklace around Zahabia's neck. Once he was done he pulled his hands away again, looking away with the feel of the human's long green hair still remaining on the back of his hands. "Here." Bankei muttered a lot more quiet than before. The Naga on the other hand had other plans. With some light clicking sounds he slid down over Bankei's shoulder, slowly approaching the human. Once he'd lowered himself again, Sheshadri seemed to admire the view of the human wearing Bankei's treasure. "Go on. Give him a scratch." Bankei watched, his gaze mostly staying averted. He almost looked embarrassed giving Zahabia the permission to do so. "He likes it especially below the chin." He mumbled quickly as a small addition... @SirFüncelot

It took Bankei a moment to react to his question, but soon enough he felt his large fingers softly brush against his skin, sending shivers down Zahabia’s spine. It felt nice, but was over too soon. He hadn’t even realized how much he craved the touch of someone else, even if it was just something as insignificant as this. Enjoying the company, Zahabia didn’t even mind having to spend the evenings now together with Bankei, if it meant the god would start looking at him again. Touch him. Maybe even shower him with praises. He had missed it slightly, and he disliked how eager he already felt, had he originally planned to stay mad a lot longer at him. Looking down, he admired the necklace once again, liking how it looked, even though it clashed a little bit with his choice of clothing today. With a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, Zahabia turned with a slight flourish, determined to show the god how it looked, just to come face-to-face with the Naga once again. Startled, he took a step back, gasping slightly, in an attempt not to scream. When had Sheshadri gotten there, and how was it possible that something so big could move so quietly? At least his expression seemed to have shifted a little bit, appearing a lot more friendly now, seemingly even excited, as his eyes remained fixed on the piece of jewelry around his neck. Did he like him wearing it? It certainly was strange and made Zahabia overthink the situation, nearly overhearing Bankei’s words, because of how unusually quiet he had spoken them. Was that alright? Scratching his chin? It seemed a little weird, considering that his upper part appeared human, and he felt a little bit like he was treating him like an animal that way. But Zahabia wasn’t really sure what Sheshadri was anyway.

1:35 AM

Maybe he was more animal than human. Gingerly, he extended his hand, pulling it back slightly as the Naga moved his head a bit. Zahabia made slow progress, trying to be as careful as possible. After what seemed to be an eternity, his fingers finally brushed against Sheshadri’s forehead because, against Bankei’s suggestion, he had decided to pet his head instead. Feeling the slightly rougher and textured skin underneath his fingertips was slightly weird, but he pushed past the sensation to gently stroke his head, mouthing another quiet ‘Thank you.’. Zahabia’s eyes shifted slightly towards the god behind the Naga, staring at him questioningly, as if he wanted to know if he was doing alright like this or if he would lose his hand in a few seconds because he somehow had managed to mess this up, despite the instructions he received. By the gods… This situation had been weird to begin with, but it just got weirder, making Zahabia question all his decisions that had led to this moment. But hey… At least he had gotten a beautiful necklace out of it, hadn’t he? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Without any problems or hesitation, the Naga let the human touch his head and letting himself be petted. A satisfied low chittering erupted from Sheshadri in response as he closed his eyes for a moment. The way he seemed to lean eagerly into the human's hand only showed how the Naga was enjoying the attention he got from his now new favorite human... Bankei on the other hand watched the whole situation somehow a bit more interested now. Somehow seeing how Zahabia gave his dear pet a scratch brought a small approving smirk on his face, nodding softly towards his human as he crossed his arms. It made the God... happy... After giving the Two another moment of bonding time, the God approached the Two as he gently laid a hand on Zahabia's shoulder. "Come now..." Bankei spoke with an unusual hint of softness before he reached over to give his beloved pet a last scratch below his chin, giving him a slight nod and a silent order to leave. With his expression becoming a little more sad, Sheshadri gave Zahabia one last almost kind glance before he slithered back and disappeared into the pile of riches... "What are you waiting for! We don't have all evening now." Bankei ushered him a bit now as he stood in the doorframe, waiting for the human to exit the room safely and only almost completely closing the giant doors once more. Nonetheless if Sheshadri would get himself another meal today, he'd make sure to give him a nice reward later. For now as the Two had begun walking besides each other, Bankei somehow had fallen silent with his upper pair of hands resting folded together behind his head. Somehow, the God found it nice, almost calming to just be in Zahabia's presence, at least for this moment... and if the human remained silent of course... @SirFüncelot

Seshadri’s reaction took Zahabia by surprise, but seeing that the Naga seemed to like him touching his hair and head, made him continue, even growing a little bit bolder with his pets. It wasn’t as weird as he thought, and Bankei’s reassuring nods helped a lot with that. Maybe he could get used to the Naga. If he ever stumbled down here again, because he wasn’t entirely sure how he had gotten here in the first place. But who knew… Maybe he would get lost again and end up here. He was sure Sheshadri would like some additional company, and Zahabia could need it too, even if Bankei seemed to want to spend more time with him now. He would have to see how long that would keep up, before the god got busy once again. The large, warm hand on his shoulder startled him a little bit, but soon enough it felt rather nice, even though it vanished as fast as it had appeared. It made Zahabia sigh slightly, as he shyly waved goodbye to the Naga. He looked nearly sad as the two of them left, and Zahabia had to fight with himself to not feel bad because of that. Now he was also growing attached to something that nearly killed him… He surely was starting to turn weird here… But Sheshadri didn’t seem too bad. Apparently a very gentle and dutiful soul if one wasn’t trying to rob the treasure chamber. His expression shifted slightly as he heard a small hint of impatience in Bankei’s voice, as he basically pushed him out of the room to get going. One of his eyebrows raised slightly, as Zahabia just watched him, leave the door slightly ajar, and then they started moving. He had thought he would get a chance to at least change into something more appropriate, because right now his clothes… they were rather casual and certainly didn’t seem up to the god’s usual revealing and overly decorated standard.

9:41 PM

Apparently there wouldn’t be time for that? “I’m not allowed to change beforehand? Or won’t I be needing any clothes, master? I don’t mind just wearing the necklace.”, Zahabia finally spoke up, as they reached another corner, trying to slowly return to the more formal speech Bankei had wanted him to use, even though he enjoyed speaking a little more casually with the god. Letting him know his thoughts and dislikes, but it certainly would just make him mad if he kept it up all the time. And as long as he wasn’t ordering him to beg again… It would be alright. Breaking the silence again, because Bankei didn’t seem like he was very interested in talking, and the awkward silence between them was driving him insane, Zahabia spoke up again, trying to get at least some sort of conversation going. When had the air between them turned this strange? They had been fine just moments ago, and now they fell silent? Surely that wasn’t like them. “What’s up with you and Sheshadri, master? No one I’ve worked for so far had a Naga. Snakes and tigers, for sure, but something like him? I’ve only heard stories, that his kind get worshiped as gods far to the east. Is he a god as well?”, he asked, directing a curious glance at the god from the side, trying to read what was going on in his head. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Usually the God wasn't one to mind silence. He had gotten used to it a long time ago, yet why felt the silence right now so incredibly suffocating. Was it because of his little human walking by his side? The air between him and Zahabia had changed. It felt odd, as if Bankei wanted to talk and be close to this little human... Somehow he felt incredibly relieved at hearing Zahabia speak and asked again for formalities. "Relax, I was just about to take a bath. I don't care if you join me or not. It's up to you." Bankei rolled with his eyes a bit, his voice indicating that he shouldn't make such a big fuss about it. The God had expected the next question to be even worse, but the human's next curious question got his attention... "Being Naga, Sheshadri is a halfblood: born out of love between an immortal and a human." Bsnkei began to explain. "He possesses only a fraction of godly powers compared to mine. His people had forgotten him, stopped worshipping him. That is why he acts so... primal. He had been surviving all on his own, alone within the depths of some abandoned temple, without any social contact or anyone to worship him." As Bankei was talking, the Two kept walking. "Appearently, one of the traveling merchants had been able to capture him in this weakened state when he was still a bit younger and brought him here into Buyanchugol to get a good price for him." Slowly the God's voice had began to soften up a bit, his glances towards the human trailing off as he seemed to once again get taken into his past... "He was in awful conditions, so I took him in, cared and raised him. I was even able to teach him a few words again."

11:44 AM

At his last words, Bsnkei couldn't stop the small smirk curling along his lips as he recalled the creation of their truly beautiful bond. He seemed to dwell in this memory a tad bit too long, too lost in his story and in his words to notice that he was telling this story to Zahabia who was still there and was certainly there. After a quick noticing side glance, the God seemed to have caught himself again, clearing his throat as he looked forward. "But now he guards my gold chambers. He is better off having a use than living a life in chains..." the God had draped his upper set of arms behind his head, almost stretching a bit as they walked. He couldn't quite grasp why it felt so nice to just tell Zahabia all of this. Somehow he'd missed the human's company. But it was still absurd for the God. If Ghiath could see him right now, he'd burst out laughing and break him three more ribs. Zahabia was just a servant... right? @SirFüncelot

Bankei didn’t seem to take his offer from before that serious, which for some unknown reason hurt slightly in Zahabia’s chest. He had felt a slight excitement at the prospect of getting to spend a little bit more time with the god, even if it was just to please him. It was a nice change of pace after this boring week, but if Bankei saw that differently, if he wasn’t as keen on spending time together… That certainly hurt his pride a little bit, but not like he would tell the god that. Zahabia would still tag along, intrigued by getting to spend another time in Bankei’s very luxurious bath, now able to fully indulge in it without his body hurting like hell. Zahabia listened, nodding along for the most part, until his eyes trailed off, wandering towards Bankei’s face and getting a glance at something he wasn’t sure he’d seen before. An expression so soft and fond, it made him seem like an entirely different person. The god didn’t even seem to notice his stares, too distracted with recalling memories he was apparently very fond of. It made Zahabia see the both of them in a different light, touching his heart in many different ways, to feel empathy for the Naga, but also for the god. He had to shake these thoughts off, and tear himself away before Bankei snapped out of it, lowering his gaze again, a slight blush dusting his cheeks. The god… He had always been rather good-looking, probably a benefit that came with being an immortal being, and Zahabia had never questioned it, but… To think that he could look even better than that, make his stomach twist and his chest flutter with one simple smile… If someone had told him that a few weeks ago, Zahabia would have laughed at them, but now… Something inside of him wanted to see that expression more often. Maybe even be the reason for his shift in expression, but how…

9:27 PM

How should he do that? There wasn’t really anything about him the god could grow fond of. All he did was annoy and insult him and… Well… Those weren’t really good traits, but somehow the god always managed to rub him the wrong way. Zahabia just couldn’t help it. Trying to distract himself from all these confusing thoughts, and maybe not make Bankei realize the blush that had been creeping up on his cheeks. That would be embarrassing and probably only lead to him laughing and making fun of him. So Zahabia better kept the topic going, asking more questions about the Naga that had intrigued him. He would like to hear Sheshadri’s version of the story sometime in the future, and now he truly had to come back there. Even if it was just for that, and maybe get a few embarrassing stories about Bankei out of him. They seemed to know each other very well. “Why can’t he leave the treasury? Because he would scare everyone? There certainly would be enough room for him to… crawl around?”, Zahabia continued, not looking up, his eyes directed at the ground despite the curious ring his voice had to it. Just the last part confused him slightly. He wasn’t sure how to describe his movements. With his upper body, it didn’t seem like slithering, but crawling was also wrong. He hoped getting that particular thing wrong wasn’t too offensive in any way. “I’m sure he would like some company… It’s so far off from the other parts of the palace…”, he added with a silent mumble, imagining how lonely he had felt the past week, despite occasionally getting glimpses at Bankei. The Naga on the other hand… Who knew how often the god visited him. And everyone else that came by seemed to get eaten. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Somehow it felt nice to have this sort of company. And even more, Bankei didn't mind to tell the human any of this. He couldn't yet tell if Zahabia was just asking to fake his interest, but somehow Bankei felt that this wasn't the case... "Oh he absolutely can. He just doesn't because he has no reason to." Bankei gave Zahabia a side glance with a mischievous smirk. "There is a giant heater in the ground below all the gold. Gives him a nice cozy spot to warm his body." The God continued to explain as they went around another corner near the bath. Few servants passed, stepping aside and lowering their heads in respect to their master. Bankei gave them a small approving look back, not letting himself stop in his tracks. "Besides, he is in love with everything that sparkles within these chambers. He's basically like a giant magpie and adores every piece of my collection." The God could vividly remember how the young Naga seemed to be enamored by every little piece of jewlery he had worn the first days they had met. The Naga had even tried to steal some of it off his body once he was well enough and not as scared anymore. The memory of chasing Sheshadri through the hallways, after him and some jewelry with the shiniest gems on them made the God chuckle to himself before noticing how he'd let it happen again. Quickly Bankei had caught himself again, just in time to answer the next question. "All those years living alone makes it hard for him to socialize. Even if he doesn't catch a meal, he's getting fed daily and I make sure to visit him multiple times a day if you're so keen to know." The God explained, throwing a side glance at Zahabia before they stopped in front of the familar giant doors to Bankei's private baths. Like the last time, two large empty golden soldiers pushed open the door so that the God could enter.

9:19 AM

The slightly damp air felt nice on his skin. But this time, Bankei didn't step into the big pool, but instead went around it through another colorful stone arch. On the other side, in dimly lit light of oil lambs on the ceiling, four smaller baths willing the almost grotto like room. Each of the square pools was divided by a walk between each, making it possible to get to each one without getting wet. They were still large with a hint of steam erupting from the water surface. Without any words, Bankei began to slide the rings and scarfs of fabric off his arms, beginning to undress in front of one of those pools, preparing to get in. Bankei wasnt sure what his dancer wanted to do now. Would he join him? Or just watch maybe? Something inside him pleaded for the human to join, but of course the God was too proud to admit any of it... @SirFüncelot

Hearing all that… It made sense that Sheshadri didn’t want to leave. It seemed like the perfect place to stay for the Naga. Warm, surrounded by the things he loved most, with regular meals and someone that kept him company. Maybe his presence wasn't needed. If socializing was hard for the Naga… It probably didn't want some strange human around, so Zahabia shook all these thoughts off quickly, instead focusing on the things at hand. Mostly Bankei, who's face had turned soft while speaking again. He had only managed to catch a glimpse of it, but he liked it. He truly did, and he desired to see much more of it. He hadn’t even realized that they had already arrived. It wasn’t until they stopped, and he saw the large ornate doors again, that he remembered. The bath… Yes… He was here to take a bath with Bankei. Accompany him and help him out, like he had requested. Just so they could spend the evening together. Zahabia would have preferred it if they had just kept on talking, but he wasn’t really here for that. They could still talk later. Maybe he would even ask the god if it was possible to maybe join him on one or two of his visits to the Naga. Now that he knew how many shiny things meant to him, he felt like he hadn't that ked him properly for this rather extravagant gift. It probably had been hard to let go off it… Like a little puppy, Zahabia followed behind Bankei, nearly stopping at the large pool from the last time, but in the end following the god even deeper into the room. He hadn’t even noticed the second assortment of pools the last time he'd been here, but they were just as ornate as the bigger one in the middle of the room, yet seemed a lot more intimate. Just what they needed for what they had planned. Getting and staying close to Bankei… It made Zahabia’s heart beat faster, the blush returning to his face.

9:50 AM

At least could he blame it now on the heat that was getting to his head, and didn't need to worry about much else. While his gaze had been traveling across the room, the god had already undressed in the meantime, standing before him completely bare. Surely nothing he hadn’t seen yet, but it made him swallow hard, unable to take his eyes off of his perfectly sculpted body. Truly like a statue formed by a master craftsman. How would he ever be able to appreciate that appropriately? Why was he allowed to touch him, of all people? That handsome, muscular body of his that was slowly taking his breath away. Why him? Why not someone else? Snapping out of it with the shape of his head, Zahabia made his way over to the god, his hips swaying seductively, as he placed a hand on his chest, dragging it down slightly, while looking up at him, trying to catch at least one pair of eyes. "Won't you help me take these off?", he asked sheepishly, gesturing towards his clothes, that certainly were in the way of a bath and the fun that they were going to have soon. He would have loved to return the favor, but Bankei had to speed through the process. Impatient as ever, but what had he expected? Him slowing down? Surely not, but maybe he managed to take his time while taking off his clothes, not managing to rip them in the process. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

It had taken the God a moment to get fully undressed and to step out of his layers of fabric around him. He assumed that Zahabia had done the same, but was surprised to suddenly see his dancer seductively dragging his hand across his chest, pleading for his help. For Bankei this was a clear sign that the human seemed to have overgrown his week old grudge. Somehow the God felt incredibly relieved. "So you wish to join me afterall? Are you not being as pouty as last week?" Bankei couldn't help but grin a bit as his hands wandered, a little more hesitant, over the human's body, undoing parts of his rope before carefully taking off the necklace on the human's neck. Carefully placing it on top of his other clothes, Bankei finally seemed to be able to breathe again. The moment earlier seemed almost suffocating. It had felt like the God's heart wanted to jump out of his chest with every more little touch... "Come now then. Join me." Bankei gave Zahabia a small glance before he stepped into the shallow parts of the pool, offering his hand towards Zahabia for him to take to guide him into the pool, to Bankei's side. The pool itself seemed to have sort of seats made out of the outer corners of the pool. It was way more comfortable for such a bath. The water was nice and warm, but not too hot, the perfect temperature for the God. Once Bankei was in, he walked over to the opposite end of the pool to take a seat withing the relaxing water, gesturing for Zahabia to take a seat besides him... @SirFüncelot

Bankei’s comment made him roll his eyes, thinking about returning something sharp but letting it be for now. He had wanted some company, and he wouldn’t want to destroy that by saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. Yes, the god had tried to make it better, and Zahabia may have considered forgiving him, but an apology… Truly, that wasn’t too much to ask for. Even if it hurt the gods' pride, it couldn’t be that hard. He would let it fully drop then, but may bring it up again in the future if Bankei was getting on his nerves again. Right now… He was pretty occupied, with the god’s hands slowly undoing his clothes. They didn’t touch his skin nearly enough, only grazing it occasionally, still sending shivers down his spine. As much as he hated to admit it… He had missed being admired like this. Getting looked at and touched. Knowing that the god’s eyes would only lay on him for the next hour or so. It excited him, and even made him feel slightly happy, as unusual as the gentle and nearly hesitant touches were. Zahabia liked them. Especially after getting squeezed by Sheshadri before. The parts of his skin where his tail had been felt still rather sensitive, despite not having bruised yet. If Bankei would have been just as harsh… It would have certainly been a lot less enjoyable. “What happened? When did you turn into such a gentleman?”, he asked, with a giggle and a raised eyebrow, grabbing and holding onto the warm hand that was offered to him. It helped while he stepped into the shallow water, which wasn’t as shallow for him as it was for the god, but the warmth it radiated soon washed over his entire body.

8:46 PM

Zahabia had to close his eyes for a moment to just enjoy the moment, noting that Bankei had already taken a seat across from him, gesturing for him to do the same. With a slight huff, he made his way across, not following the suggestion of sitting down beside the god, instead putting a hand to his chest once again, to keep himself steady while he climbed into Bankei’s lap, taking a seat on his thighs while smiling up at him sheepishly. “Is this seat taken, …master?”, Zahabia dragged the word out, making it seem like a last-second addition, maybe even a slight mockery meant to tease the god. Before he could react, Zahabia continued talking. “So… What do you need help with, master? Any itches or aches I need to take care of? Or did you just want to get me naked?”, he teased further, not entirely sure what to do with this gentle Bankei in the first place. He hoped it would get him back to how he had been before, making this a little bit easier for him to maneuver around. Because otherwise… He wasn't sure if he could even tell if he was doing anything right or wrong. Zahabia was familiar with that, but Bankei, being all kind and gentle, that dreamy expression on his face that made his heart feel like a little bird that wanted to escape its cage. Despite everything, he didn’t know what to do with that. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With a small grunt, Bankei leaned his back against the edge of the pool, sighing softly at the refreshing feel. He wondered if Zahabia would at least enjoy their bath as he did last time. He only opened one of his eyes a bit at the soft touch of Zahabia's small hand settling on his chest. "It's not..." He couldn't stop a small grin from appearing on his lips as he watched Zahabia seat himself on his one thigh since both of his legs weren't nearly close enough to sit on both. "Well, since you were the one so eager to see me, I figured you might as well can join me in here." Bankei looked down at Zahabia, his hand hesitantly brushing along his flawless back. "Besides, don't you like to undress for me? Otherwise you wouldn't have joined me, would you?" @SirFüncelot

“I may like to get undressed by you…”, Zahabia answered, seemingly leaving the response open for interpretation though, not wanting to give Bankei more reason for teasing him. As good as it felt to have those large hands all over his body… Directly telling that the god? Certainly, that would never happen. At least not directly. Letting him dream and imagine things, though… Zahabia could certainly do that, maybe even turning this around if he got too full of himself again and started to brag. Yes, it may be slightly untrue to deny that it felt nice, but he just couldn’t give Bankei such an ego boost this easily. “But I took the opportunity to get and enjoy your bath again. It’s much nicer than mine. Even the company is better… I may have to ask you to let me come here every time I want to take a bath.”, he added, stretching like a cat in the god’s lap, using it as an opportunity to put his arms around the god's neck. With his chin laying in the middle of the other’s chest, he looked up at him, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Why don’t you help me wash, master? I could use the help with my hair, and you like to touch me, don’t you?”, Zahabia’s smile turned into a knowing smirk as he suggested these things. Surely, he should be the one to offer these services to Bankei, but it seemed like a nice change of pace. Seeing if the god was even willing to do such mediocre tasks, usually reserved for servants. But something about maybe feeling all four of his hands on his body, rubbing and massaging him, made Zahabia want exactly that, and he was determined to convince Bankei that that was something he wanted too. Even if it would take some time. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God could feel how Zahabia was dancing around the topic, avoiding just to tell that he had missed the attention and touch of his master. It was amusing to watch. With a small grin forming on his lips the more he listened, Bankei watched Zahabia amused until he requested the God's assistance for this relatively simple task to take care of his hair. "Aren't you able to take care of yourself? Did Suraja do her job too well?" Bankei teased his human back after staring at him for a moment of disbelief. Such assistance usually wasn't a task for the God to do and certainly was below his status. But why wasn't he as repulsed to this task as he should be? Part of Bankei yearned to feel Zahabia's soft skin again, to grope him all over the place, to fuck him senseless. Of course, he would never admit it after this bold request of his services... @SirFüncelot

The fact that Bankei didn’t scream at him right away because of his request seemed like a good thing. At least it hadn’t killed the mood entirely, even though Zahabia didn’t receive a clear answer either, the god hadn’t said no. There was still a chance for him to get what he wanted, wasn't there? With a small smirk on his lips, he moved a little bit closer to the god, sitting up straighter to reach for his face, cupping it gently. As if he were about to kiss him, he leaned in, whispering against Bankei's lips. "I am, but I also just got nearly squeezed to death and have earned myself a break, haven't I, master?", his voice sounded seductive, his fingers trailing lightly across the god’s cheeks. Since when did he look this good? Fascinated by his dark skin, the handsome face, and the strangeness of his two pairs of eyes, Zahabia’s fingers continued to move across Bankei’s skin, feeling how perfectly smooth it was, warm and nice. He never took the time to really look at it. There had never been time. But now... It was basically inviting him because of how close they were to each other. Allowing him to take in all the details. The stunning golden hue of his iris’ took his breath away the longer he looked at them. How was he able to resist them? They were hypnotizing. Different from Sheshadri’s, but even if Zahabia wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to turn his gaze away. If he could, he would remain like this forever. Just studying the mesmerizing face in front of him. It truly was the most beautiful thing about Bankei, even though his body… Well… It was kind of good-looking, too. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The way the human touched his face, the way he whispered his words so close to his lips caused something to stirr deep within the God. Even after Zahabia had pulled away to keep his persistent gaze on Bankei to penetrate him further. Usually at this point, Bankei would've punished every other servant who dared to demand such a thing of Bankei, but somehow, it made the God only scoff with a small grin on his lips showing after. "Turn around then..." with those words, his lower set of hands settled on Zahabia's hips, lifting him off the God's leg so Bankei himself could open his legs a bit more. Enough for Zahabia to sit comfortably on the part of the long seat that went around the pool whole. With a loud snap of his fingers, a golden tray appeared besides Bankei. Hovering in the air, it was the same one that they had used the first time they had used it together. He then proceeded to grab one of the bottles, containing a sort of golden oil. After coating both of his hands in it and setting the bottle back down, Bankei gently spread it over Zahabia's green hair, letting his fingers glide along the strings of hair while untangling the long but loose braid. Zahabia's hair was soft, silky smooth almost. Once Bankei had the hang of it, the idea of him washing Zahabia's hair didn't seem as bad as before all of a sudden. Getting a bit more invested, parts of the liquid had begun to foam a bit as his hands gently massaged it in, even massaging the human's scalp a bit. It wasn't as bad as the God had expected at all. In fact, something inside the God told him that he even enjoyed it... @SirFüncelot

Bankei's words made him slowly pull away and lose his intense focus on his face and especially the eyes. It took a few moments for Zahabia to realize what was happening. At the time he noticed, the god had already picked him up and sat him down between his legs. Now he could lean back against the other’s stomach and broad chest, feeling even more of the warmth he radiated directly on his skin, which certainly was nice and made him close his eyes for a moment, while he just waited for what happened next. There was no more talking, just some rummaging next to him until he finally felt a pair of hands tugging lightly on his hair, moving it around and combing through it, which by itself felt already quite nice, but as soon as those big hands started to massage his scalp, Zahabia was slowly losing it, first only gasping quietly with bliss, muffling any louder sounds, but soon... Soon he could no longer deny how good it felt. Especially because there were no complaints from the god, and he started to imagine Bankei maybe enjoying this a little bit too. With his eyes closed he wasn’t sure if I was true, but just thinking about it, imagining how nice it would be, made him lose a little bit more control, and soon with another touch to the sensitive skin of his head, a quiet but drawn out moan escaped him. Not like the ones from before, during their more passionate nights, it didn’t sound as lewd, more genuine, and certainly surprising Zahabia as well. He hadn’t expected to moan or even react in such a way to the god, had something like that never happened with Suraja or anything else, but somehow those felt different. Maybe even more intense, and he surely didn't know what to do about that. Leaning his head back a little bit more until it too rested against the god’s skin, and he could look up at him without problems, Zahabia slowly opened his eyes to glance at Bankei and try the embarrassing fact that such a lewd sound had just escaped him.

10:17 AM

Surely he wouldn't be able to, but it was at least worth a try by distracting him. "Why don't you use all four of your hands? I have more to offer than just my hair. Or is that all you are interested in now?", he asked, raising an eyebrow, while keeping the eye contact going, not taking his gaze off of Bankei, while he followed his own advice, letting his hands wander until they reached the other’s thighs. With gentle and fast fingers he brushed across the muscular skin, teasingly dragging finger after finger further up towards his groin, but never far enough to even come close to it. Zahabia just wanted to let Bankei know what he truly wanted, why he had followed him here, without making it too obvious or interrupting the massage he was receiving right now. It just felt too nice to rush into anything. They had all the time in the world compared to before, and he certainly wouldn’t mind him taking a little bit more time around, so the both of them could have their fun. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Slowly it had begun to feel truly nice to help Zahabia with his hair. It was almost as if Bankei himself was receiving this massage. That quite lewd sound that suddenly followed after those few smaller ones of approval made the God only continue. Yet he couldn't help but stare for a moment before taking a small bowl to pour some water over Zahabia's lower hair strings. That moan was now stuck in his head. Bankei couldn't think about anything else. And when Zahabia made this suggestion and felt his touch wander up the God's inner thigh, it was just perfect. By now it was clear that Zahabia wanted it as bad as Bankei himself... With a hint of a grin forming on his lips, Bankei's free pair of hands began to wander while two kept that head massage going. One hand teasingly slid over the human's chest, teasing his sensitive nipple with his fingers with drawing small circles around and over it. While that, his other hand wandered deeper, grazing over the human's hips before gliding along Zahabia's thigh. The human's body was so enticing, so... beautiful. For a moment, Bankei closed his eyes so that he could only focus of the feel and the touch. His hands moved slow. Teasing and sensational. Bankei wanted to hear so much more of those lewd sounds... @SirFüncelot

If the two hands on his head had already felt nice, Bankei’s other pair joined them, making their way slowly across his entire body, sending shivers all along his skin. Zahabia hadn’t known how much he had craved this, and under other circumstances he would have probably never even acknowledged this, but right now… He could just pretend to be doing his job, despite enjoying all the sensations a lot more than the other times they had spent the night together. It wasn’t quite clear why, but he blamed it on the lack of physical contact over the course of the last week. Surely there couldn’t be another reason why. He was probably just pent-up and nothing more. Leaning into the touches, Zahabia tried to get the most out of them, trying to feel them where he wanted them to be, but Bankei didn’t quite manage to achieve that. Teasing him but not entirely satisfying his cravings, making him slowly grow impatient under the god’s touches. Yes, they felt nice and made him gasp with each new sensation, each rub against his nipple. But it just wasn’t enough. He was used to something different from the god. As much as he liked this gentle approach, he wasn’t some glass doll that had to be handled with care. Bankei certainly could touch him a little bit harder than that. Grabbing a hold of the two wrists that were caressing his chest and thigh, respectively, Zahabia tried to move them around, get them to do what he wanted and needed. Trying to get the one on his chest to tease his nipples harder, twirl and pinch them to make him feel good, while the one on his thigh was slowly pushed further up. As nice as it felt there, he preferred to feel it somewhere more sensitive. The soft skin around his groin area, to be exact. Preferably even his cock if Bankei was already up for it, but Zahabia didn’t want to push his luck too far. Moving back as far as he could before his ass hit Bankei’s lower regions, he arched his back to get a look at the god’s face.

8:37 PM

His eyes closed as if he enjoyed this moment, his hands buried in his hair, occasionally still making him gasp, and trying to stifle the moans that escaped his lips because it slowly overwhelmed him with all the other sensations he experienced. But he wanted to make him feel good too, and he knew just how to maybe start that off. Slowly, but rhythmically, he began moving against the god’s member, rubbing his ass against it in slow circling motions while looking up at him with hooded, slow-blinking eyes. “You know I can take you being a little more rough with me, master. I may enjoy that, too…” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God had somehow expected for Zahabia to still be mad at him or just overall grumpy after all that had happened over the last week. Despite thinking that his little dancer was being a bit too dramatic, his reactions to touch weren't what Bankei had expected at all. In fact Bankei had quite welcomed it that Zahabia so openly had expressed his consent. The sensation of his arms guiding his wrists to different places, his ass rubbing against the God's member, shit the little human really knew how to get the God going. "Is that so?" Bankei let out a small enjoying groan at those movements before suddenly pinching Zahabia's nipples hard. His hands wandered up to the most inner part of the human's groin, one finger after another before pulling him closer to his body, his own hips shifting a bit against him. Additionally, since the hair treatment was practically already over, one of the hands pulled Zahabia's head back for longer, keeping it in place with his massive hand wrapping around the humans throat without cutting too much air off. This way, Zahabia was forced to stare into Bankei's eyes while they had their little talk. By now, a small mischevous smirk had formed on tge God's lips, four golden eyes " I would be careful what you wish for..." his voice was a whisper, one dripping with lust and maybe even a mild warning. "Are you doing this just to please me? Or are you doing this because it is what you yourself desire?" Bankei's question was serious as he continued to whisper, his eyes somehow always caught by Zahabia's lips. They looked so kissable...But since when had he begun to care about his dancer's feelings or needs? Why had the God even washed his hair? All this only left Bankei a bit confused, this question being an attempt to loosen the coil of questions inside of him... @SirFüncelot

The sudden shift in Bankei's approach was a little surprising, despite him basically demanding it. The rough treatment of his nipple made Zahabia gasp and feeling the other hand slowly creep up his leg, only made him squirm in the god’s lap, trying to adjust to these new sensations. He had been responsible for them, yet he wasn’t entirely sure what to do now. Having gotten what he had wanted this easily, Zahabia hadn’t expected to even get this far. Usually, Bankei took charge and wasn’t really keen on taking any of his suggestions, buy today... It was so untypical how nice and kind he seemed to be, truly taking his opinion into consideration, giving him the slight impression that he may after all matter to the god. To what extent... He wasn’t quite sure yet. Despite wishing for a rougher treatment, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that. Yes, it was what he had grown used to, and it gave the situation a little bit of normality, but the hand on his throat that could easily snap his neck or squeeze his windpipe... It was a little bit scary, making him regret ever considering this. Of course, Bankei would find a way to go towards the extreme a little bit... Zahabia should have truly expected that, but he didn’t, and now he was here, looking up at the god, glad that there wasn't any other force applied to his throat, than the slight pressure to keep his head tilted back and focused on the other’s face. If it was just that he would be able to deal with it, buy apparently... Apparently was his mask not as fool-proof as he had thought, because Bankei started to ask the right questions much too soon, making him a little bit uncomfortable, while he just tried to make him get hard, so they could take this to the next level, but even at that he seemed to fail, mostly raising his own eagerness and arousal, but not that of the god. "Because you graciously fulfill them if someone wishes for something in your presence?",

10:32 AM

Zahabia asked, meant to tease the god with a quick smirk that crossed his features, while his head rolled back, seemingly unimpressed by the hand on his throat that made him a little bit more than just uncomfortable, but he decided to push through it, ignoring it as best as he could, to please the god and keep this going. A bad choice as it appeared, leaving him with even more unanswered questions, that Bankei seemingly tried to use against him. What was he even trying to achieve with that? Surely, he wasn’t starting to care about his personal preferences, was he? Because even if he was, Zahabia surely wouldn’t lay this most vulnerable part open in front of the god just like this. He hadn’t done anything to earn himself that trust, so... But what would he answer instead? Contemplating his choices, he sighed, not able to come up with anything to escape the situation unscathed. Especially not after noticing the expression on Bankei's face that basically told him that there would be consequences. Either if the answer didn't satisfy the god or if he caught him lying or something like that. Without being sure what exactly it was he wanted, Zahabia didn’t have much of a choice. With another heavy sigh, he tried to come up with an answer that satisfied the both of them without revealing too much, which certainly was hard. Meaning he had to think about it for a bit, and tried to make up for it by keeping the movements of his hips going, meant to slowly drive Bankei mad with the arousal that keeps on building inside of him. Surely that had to help, right? "I...", Zahabia started, but interrupted himself again, still unsure what exactly he would say. He had been put on the spot and that was one of the worst feelings ever. Trying to push past it, he began to wiggle in Bankei's lap, probably just causing more questions than answering them, but leaning back the entire time wasn’t exactly comfortable.

10:32 AM

Especially not when he was staring at Bankei's goddamn lips that looked like they were inviting him, basically begging him, for a kiss, but Zahabia wasn’t able to ignore this strange desire any longer. Caving in, and turning in Bankei's arms as possible, straddling the god’s lap once again, but this time kneeling more than he was sitting, so he could reach his face a lot better. Zahabia still hadn’t given a clear answer, and kept on avoiding the topic as best as he could. This time by cupping Bankei's face with both hands, and slowly moving in, stopping millimeters before their lips could finally meet, to get a good look at his eyes, getting lost in them for a second or two, before he couldn’t take it any longer. With a sigh, he answered, not moving away. His voice was a quiet whisper as he spoke against the god’s lips, not sure what had changed his mind right this instant. "I do enjoy it... Sometimes... Occasionally...", Zahabia began, sounding unsure of himself, but he just kept on going, attempting to explain the situation a little bit better with his still rather breathy voice. "It pleases you, so I'm offering it, because there are worse things you could be doing. This at least brings me some joy.", a shudder accompanied the statement as he remembered the hand on his throat from before, as well as the collar and leash he had been made to wear before... None of that brought him joy, yet he would still allow it, if it meant the god was happy and satisfied. Not wanting to talk anymore about this, Zahabia just pressed their lips together. Gently caressing Bankei's with his own in an attempt to maybe confuse him with it and let the topic drop. Or at least that's what Zahabia told himself to distract from the real reason for this.

10:32 AM

The entire time he had been staring at his lips, seeing how plump and delicious they looked, making him want to explore them carefully, not as heated as usually, so he wanted to try and take his time, savor the moment for as long as it lasted, before Bankei had enough of his stupid excuses and either would stop being nice or would just leave him or worse send him away. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Of course, there was some sort of teasing comment from the dancer, which was quickly shut up by the God's serious look in his eyes. But all the sassyness seemed to fade once the human seemed to realize the weight of the situation. Somehow, Bankei's so confident and glamorous dancer turned into a shy, almost fragile little flower. He seemed so delicate in the God's eyes as he shifted in Bankei's arms, when he reached forward and whispered those words... There could be worse things you are doing... Somehow it felt like a spear piercing through the God's heart. Of course his little dancer didn't enjoy all of the things Bankei had made him do. From the collar and leash to his participation with him and Ghiath. Zahabia was his servant afterall. He was supposed to be below the God. Enduring and obeying without any hesitation. Giving his life without any doubt. Of course, Bankei would never demand such a thing, but given how he also respected his other servants, what had made Zahabia so different from them besides being his little boy toy. From this moment on, from the moment he got pulled into this sweet kiss that made his heart skip a beat, the God would make sure to listen to what his little jewel wanted... His lips were soft... sweet. Bankei savored their first kiss as long as he could, two of his arms gently wrapping around Zahabia's waist to keep him as close as he could. Once their first kiss was over, Bankei kept his lips still close to his human. His breath was hot against Zahabia's skin, eyes filled with a sort of confusion. Zahabia looked beautiful in his arms, wet strings of hair framing his face. For a moment he got lost in the dancers eyes before one hand wandered up to cup the dancers cheek, a almost tender expression on the God's face before he hesitantly leaned into another kiss, wanting to taste them again and again for as long as he could, over and over again... @SirFüncelot

There was no spoken response from the god, despite him demanding an explanation so sternly. It confused Zahabia. Paired with the expression in his eyes and the gentle touches, it didn’t help clear any of the questions in his mind. What was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to react? He wanted to think about it, but couldn’t. Not with those soft lips on his own. Usually they were demanding. Their kisses involved a lot more tongue and tooth action, but right now… It was gentle and slow, as if time were standing still, just revolving around them. Careful touches on his waist accompanied their kiss, making him shiver in a good way. His eyes had been closed, but now that they had pulled away from each other again, that Bankei had placed one of his own hands on his cheek, that they were just watching each other… Zahabia found himself drawn to those four beautiful eyes again. They glistened like liquid gold in the sun, more beautiful than any treasure could ever be. His hands wandered up the god’s face, his thumbs dragging across the dark skin, trying to understand what was making him have an expression like this. He didn’t come far, another kiss pulling him away from his thoughts, demanding his entire attention. It was gentle and tender again, like the flutter of a butterfly, which was nice but certainly not why he was here. What was up with Bankei today? Why was he acting this way, completely untypical of how he usually was? Taking it upon himself, to get back to what they had been doing, he dragged his tongue along his lips, trying to find an opening for him to push through and turn this into something a little bit more passionate and heated. Something he could handle.

8:16 PM

Something he could work with. Not something that would make him crave these sweet interactions every time he would join the god for the night. Zahabia slowly sank down again on Bankei’s lap, deciding to get things going there as well again. He should probably use his hands as well, but they were occupied right now, and even if he wanted to, something prevented him from stopping to explore the god’s features. He felt like there was still so much more for him to see, feel, touch, and enjoy. Wanting to know all of it. So he just continued with the movements from before, rubbing against his member, as best as he could with his ass and thighs, while occasionally brushing his own half-hard cock against the god’s stomach. This was turning him on more than it should, but maybe he could at least use it to his advantage and get Bankei going again. Surely he couldn't keep this up much longer, right? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

He didn't think of it for a moment to part from those sweet lips. To let go off Zahabia as time around them seemed to have stopped. It had to stop as long as their lips connected, right? Bankei somehow didn't want this moment to end, wishing it could last forever. Was it his little dancer who made him wish for it? What was he doing to the God that made him think all of this. Once again, Bankei got quickly distracted by Zahabia's tongue, trying to force it's way between his lips. His own greeted the dancer's with care, grazing along it almost with a sort of tender affection. The kisses didn't turn into something as heated as the dancer would expect, but instead remained gentle with only a little more passion added to it. Soft sounds and gasps flowed into their kiss when Bankei felt his dancer straddling in his lap,teasing his member with every move while feeling Zahabia's own hard on brush against him. He seemed so needy. The God couldn't even remember when those soft sounde started to escape from him. His body only automatically responded with holding the human tighter pressed against his chest. While keeping one hand on the dancers cheek for their kiss, the other one slid down along the human's thigh, gently squeezing it. His other two hands wrapped around his dancer's waist explored Zahabia's back. One of them settled on the dancer ass, groping it a bit while gently pushing him forward, making it evident that Bankei wanted to feel more of him. He wanted to explore every inch of the humans body, since he didn't really have the time to do so before. Bankei craved to do so now and nobody would disturb them... @SirFüncelot

As much as Bankei seemed to be into it, it was hard to believe that this was still the same man from before. Was he still feeling bad about what had happened last week? Or was this a side the god hadn’t shown Zahabia yet? His expressions from before seemed similar enough to those he’d had while interacting with Sheshadri before and even some of the servants. This gentle kindness… He had been jealous before, but now… Was that truly what this was? Bankei genuinely being nice to him, despite everything that had transpired between them? Not wanting to spend too much time overthinking this situation in particular, Zahabia just got lost in the kiss again. It was still slow and gentle, yet also gave him what he desired: Bankei’s tongue dancing with his own, leading to him seeing stars behind his eyelids. How could something this simple feel so good and intoxicating at the same time? There was no explanation. As was there for the burning sensation each of the god’s touches left behind on his skin. It wasn’t unpleasant, but rather a nice warm sensation that slowly spread across his entire body from where Bankei was touching him. Gasping for air, Zahabia had to pull away from the lips of the god. Panting and heaving, not even realizing what other sounds had escaped them during this unfamiliar, passionate kiss. Placing both of his hands on Bankei’s shoulders, he moved to sit up and look him straight in the eye. Basically staring at both pairs of golden eyes without even blinking. “Why are you doing this?”, Zahabia asked, with genuine confusion in his voice. “Haven’t I been able to satisfy you before? Are you mad? Is it because I haven’t been calling you ‘master’ as frequently as I should?”, he added, still sounding out of breath but also worried.

10:16 AM

Worried because he didn’t understand exactly what was going on and if this was something good or bad that was happening right now. As good as it felt… Zahabia feared that it would just be short-lived, soon turning into something else. Something he wouldn’t be able to control anymore. Something negative he wouldn’t like. “Can you… Can you stop, master? It is weird, and I want you to enjoy this. I want you to feel good!”, not sure where this was coming from, but Zahabia tried to make sense of it as best as he could. If Bankei didn’t like his performance… He would throw him out, and he would dislike nothing more than that. Not after finally getting used to the palace, and the people, the god a little bit. He had even reassured him that there wasn’t reason for him to worry about this. But with Bankei acting all strange now and him ignoring Zahabia for an entire week… Surely those couldn’t be coincidences anymore! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God didnt realize since when Zahabia's lips had become so intoxicating. He couldn't get enough of savoring their taste, the feel against his own. He could've continued for longer that Bankei would've liked to admit with the remains of confusion remaining. Yet the spell was broken when his little dancer broke their kiss. He stared at the human with half lidded eyes, wondering why he interrupted this moment, only to be met with even more confusion in his eyes? Did he not like it? Appearently Zahabia didn't understand. And neither did Bankei. The God himself didn't know why he suddenly was oh so gentle with this human. After a moment of getting lost in his human's eyes, Bankei's words came out in an almost hesitant whisper. "I feel... good." His hand that had cupped the human's cheek gently settled on the human's chin. Bankei did enjoy the human's performance, somehow even more than he ever did. Else he would've gotten rid of him already... "Now shut up and enjoy" with those words whispered a bit more stern this time, the God pulled Zahabia into another kiss, finally connecting their lips once more. His hands kept the human close to his slightly wet chest, the water around them only seemingly increasing this odd feeling of heat that began to rise between the Two. By now, it was evident that Bankei longed for more, given his now hard erection gently pressing against Zahabia's body, only making the God's longing even more evident... @SirFüncelot

Bankei… enjoyed this? It made even less sense now than before, but this was good, wasn’t it? Maybe this was what he preferred? But why should he have pretended before? There certainly wasn't a reason for. He was a god, after all, and shouldn’t have to be ashamed of anything. Though even stranger was what must have led to this change of heart. Had it been their talk? The interaction in the treasure chamber? Something else? Even if Zahabia tried to, his head was spinning from all the questions and apparent mysteries that seemed to surround him at this moment, and he was rather thankful for Bankei taking his mind off of them. Letting himself fall into the kiss, hoping it would be enough to make him forget all these troubles for at least a little while, even if that would be hard, seeing how obvious they were inside his head. Surely it wouldn’t be that easy to just push them away, right? Zahabia was wrong because Bankei was truly rather good at this. His kisses… As soft and gentle as they were, they still had passion to them. His strong hands held him in place, preventing him from escaping again. His arms snaked around Bankei’s neck again, one hand burying itself in the god’s hair, to keep their lips pressed against each other for as long as possible, denying him a potential escape as well. If he wanted Zahabia to stay quiet, he would have to try hard. Especially if Bankei wasn’t going to fuck his brains out, as he had in the past, and instead kept this soft act going. He better prepared himself to flood him with sensations, or Zahabia wouldn’t be able to promise that the questions wouldn’t come to his mind again. Feeling the hard cock pressing against his legs and ass was the last bit of evidence he needed to convince him that the god really enjoyed this.

7:11 AM

He was even harder than he was right now, and that despite him stopping his movements. Sighing into their second or third, maybe even fourth kiss, he began pressing his hips down once more, desperately grinding against Bankei as if his life depended on it. As he still didn’t react fast enough for his taste, Zahabia broke their kiss, opening his eyes and looking displeased at the god. “Touch me more… I need you inside of me… Now…”, he breathed against the god’s lips, biting slightly into the bottom one, before returning to their kissing, hoping this had made his request clear enough for Bankei. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Even if their kisses were soft, they were filled with passion and desire, the God's and Zahabia's. Handling the human so rather gentle compared to his usual demeanor felt like an overwhelming sensation Bankei wanted to linger in. The fingers lacing into his hair made him shudder a bit, hot and heated breaths flowing into their kiss. It was a truly passionate display. Opening his eyes half lit, Bankei looked over at his little human, breaths hot against Zahabia's skin. A small groan slipped from his lips when his little dancer teasingly bit his lip. He had been making sounds since the human's hips had begun to move again, teasing his yearning erection. Zahabia's request was clear. Bankei didn't want to deny him his wish for any longer... After they had begun to kiss once more, one of Bankei's hands dipped lower into the water again, settling on his ass before his index finger gently began to rub against the human's hungry hole. After a few moments of teasing, Bankei couldn't stop himself from slowly pushing it inside. The God mumbled a muffled curse into their passionate kiss as a reaction to how tight he was just with his finger. So slowly, he began to slide his fingers in and out, wanting to pleasure his little human as best as he could and prepare for what was about to come... @SirFüncelot

Stopping what he had been doing and arching his back at the strange, new sensation on his backside, Zahabia pressed himself flush against Bankei’s chest. The grip on the god’s hair tightened as he panted into their kiss, pulling away again and again to let the lewd sounds escape his mouth as he desperately moved against the god’s finger. This was what he had wanted. This was what he had needed, to slowly make his mind go numb and forget about what was going on right now. The slight tinge of pain, slowly but surely getting drowned out by pleasure… With heavy breaths, he let their lips clash once more, hungrily claiming the god’s with bite and tongue to distract himself from how uncomfortable the finger still was inside of him. Despite its movements… It was already so big, not comparable to his own, but it still made him feel so very good. A warmth spreading from inside of him through his entire body, making Zahabia shiver. Goosebumps formed on his skin while he practically laid sprawled out on Bankei’s chest, wanting to feel the god even closer. This just wasn’t enough. Not nearly enough. “More… More, Bankei… Give me more!”, he demanded, not even realizing that the god’s name had slipped over his lips, muffled by another desperate kiss. He wasn’t able to move himself as well on the other’s fingers as he usually could with his own. They didn’t reach as deep and not the right spots he liked, but even with him trying. Zahabia wasn’t able to achieve this on his own, and begging… Begging was still out of the question for him. Last time had been an exception, and should the god demand it again… He would just have to walk out of the room. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The sounds his little dancer made, the way his body moved, it made all Bankei's efforts even more worth it. Their battle of tongues went on while Bankei continued to loosen up his little human from behind. Listening to every small sound and gasp, Bankei purred into their kiss softly, slowly getting more and more eager. Then he heard it. His name. Moaned from the little human who held on to his large body as if he was fighting for his life, for his sanity. Hearing his name in that way felt... odd. But at the same time, incredibly good, hearing it from Zahabia himself. A deep low growl of pleasure flowed into their kiss in response, none of anger, but holding Bankei's purest desire. Without any more thinking, Bankei inserted his second finger to hopefully get even more of those beautiful sounds out of his little dancer. The hand who had settled on the human's chin wandered back to the human's neck, his fingers lacing into the dancer's soft hair before tugging on it to pull Zahabia's head back. As much as Bankei would've loved to taste his sweet lips, they now wandered along the human's exposed jawline. Further down the neck, another low growl of desire could be heard. He wanted to cover his whole neck in kisses and more. "Again... say it..." Bankei was panting between hot breaths against Zahabia's neck and more kisses along his throat before placing a stronger bite mark on the side of his neck. It would definitely leave a dark ring, telling everyone whom this little dancer belongs. "My name..." @SirFüncelot

As gentle as it had started, there were some rougher aspects to this. Still a lot more tame than before, but certainly what he had been desiring the entire time, and it made it more believable that he still had the same god in front of him as all those times before. Egoistic, taking what he wanted even if it was with force, yet now kind while doing so. Showering Zahabia in kisses and sweet sounds, making him lose his mind even faster. It was… Better? Was that even possible? A silent scream made him open his mouth into their kiss as he felt the second finger breach him, spreading Zahabia even further. What followed were gasps and low whines as Bankei pulled away from their kisses. He tried to follow, locking their lips once again in a heated battle, but he was yanked back by his hair, also in a gentle yet forceful manner. As soon as he felt those hot, greedy lips nipping at his skin, Zahabia rolled his head back even further, offering himself to Bankei to the best of his abilities, wanting his marks all over for everyone to see. It had been too long without them… “Ban… kei…”, he managed to press between his teeth during two moans, holding on for dear life, grabbing the god’s shoulder and nape of his neck to keep himself steady. “Harder… Touch me… Deeper… More…”, were the other things he managed to mutter between the other sounds that showed how good he was feeling right now. Zahabia didn’t have the capability to form full sentences anymore, his mind foggy and hazy, making more complicated thoughts rather difficult. But he didn’t need them anyway right now. All he needed was Bankei’s hand on his body and, hopefully, his cock inside of him very soon. Soon the words turned into a repeating pattern, like a mantra, he said the god’s name again and again, losing more and more of it to the pants and moans that escaped him. He felt overstimulated. As if he could just cum from this alone.

9:54 AM

Bankei fingering him and showering him with affection… It felt so nice, making his member twitch against the god’s chest, his precum thankfully getting washed away by the water. “Can’t… Want… Bank…”, Zahabia had to force his eyes to stay open, looking at Bankei with a pleading expression, like a puppy that begged for a treat, not even able anymore to voice what he wanted him to do. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The reactions the God received from Zahabia were marvelous. He looked so beautiful as he gave himself to the God, a panting and moaning mess, unable to conjure any more thoughts which led him to get consumed in his desire. Hearing his name moaned over and over again only made Bankei's grip and thrusts from his fingers harden, wanting to hear so much more. He hasn't even been that rough yet or didn't even put his cock inside of his little human, but the God could feel his erection roaring and yearning with need for more action. After he was done placing his last bruising bite mark on the human's collarbone, Bankei opened his eyes to look at Zahabia, being met with this gorgeous sight. Oh how he was beaming the god to take him, and this was now what Bankei would do. Quickly he pulled his two fingers back out of his little human before grabbing him by the ass to lift him a bit further up into Bankei's lap. The hand from Zahabia's neck now wandered over the dancers back, Bankei's remaining free hand taking his own member to give it a few more strokes. With the two hands who had their hold on Zahabia's ass spreading his cheeks a bit, the God teased his human's needly little hole with his own tip, preparing him a way before he let Zahabia's body slowly lower onto it. A long dragged groan came from the God's lips as soon as he felt his rod pushing slowly into the human, giving Zahabia enough time to comfortably adjust. With his head leaned back, Bankei savored the feel of pleasure washing over him, few more moans escaping until Zahabia had taken it all, leaving Bankei a panting and hungry mess. "You feel so... fuck..." Bankei muttered before his words dragged into another groan, his hands holding onto the human's thighs even wider. He still could understand why he was being so friendly to the dancer, but right now was not the time to think or other pleasantries. Bankei needed his precious little jewel. He belonged to him and the God alone... @SirFüncelot

Bankei made him feel so good that his head was spinning. He wasn’t even sure anymore if he would be able to take any more pleasure, or if it would just make him pass out against his chest. But it wasn’t like he wanted him to stop, either. If it came to that… So be it. It was fine with Zahabia. After all, it would be a rather nice way, especially waking with a slightly more clear mind on top of the god. Or at least did he imagine it as rather nice… Mewling and shooting him a slightly mean look, as both of the fingers were removed from his insides without a single explanation, he was about to complain, as something else happened. Something bigger, hotter, more familiar moved against his ass, in between his cheeks, until finally it settled on his hole, starting to press inside. The anticipation made him twitch and shiver, clawing at Bankei’s back, as he buried his face at the side of his neck. Zahabia muffled pleasured screams there, because even if the god was taking it slow, it was still a lot, the pleasure threatening to overrun his mind. He couldn’t stop himself from biting down on the soft skin where Bankei’s neck met his shoulder, leaving a deep mark on the god as well, followed by several others, while he was pushed down on the cock. It… felt so unbelievably good, leaving him a moaning mess, eagerly moving against it, attempting to make the god go faster, even though it went against his better judgment. It would just hurt more in the morning if they went too fast and carelessly now. But Zahabia was willing to take this risk if it meant he got to feel good a little bit faster. A few unsteady breaths escaped him as he finally felt the god’s thighs underneath him, taking a moment to relax and collect his thoughts.

9:12 PM

Zahabia’s hands moved back around Bankei’s neck, his lips detaching themselves from his skin, instead chasing the other’s for another kiss. “Fuck me, Bankei! Make me scream!”, he whispered seductively, his mind seemingly clear, though it was still fogged up, before their lips clashed, and he desperately tried to move up and down on his cock, having problems without the proper leverage. “Take me… Mess me up… Make me yours… Please…”, he mumbled between two other kisses, making it quite clear that he wasn’t thinking as clearly as it may seem, because under no normal circumstances would he beg and plead for the god without protesting first. But right now… It just felt good. Like the right thing to do to get Bankei going and finally start fucking his brains out. Otherwise, this would probably take another eternity, before he finally got what he wished for. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The more Bankei pushed himself inside of his human, the more intense the pleasure became. He could feel Zahabias hand clawing on his back before the God let out a cry of pain and pleasure when the human sunk his teeth into his neck. He was certain that he'd feel those rings there even the next day. Bankei felt as if he was in true bliss. With Zahabisa fully engulfing his member, it was as if Bankei was in heaven, feeling himself so deeply buried inside of him with the human so eager, begging to be fucked senseless. He looked so fucking sexy and adorable with those pleading eyes and moans. Bankei only let out a soft growl as he thrusted inside of him for the first time, slowly as two of his arms wrapped around his back while the other stayed on his thighs for now. With more and more groans coming from the God, his breaths turned into ragged hot huffs of pleasure inbetween their passionate kisses. "Zahabia..." Bankei growled his name between their lips as he bucked his hips up again and again to make both of them feel so incredibly good. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia, he couldn’t even remember if the god had ever spoken his name before. He couldn’t remember, no matter how hard he tried. Little gem here, little gem there, he had nearly thought he had forgotten his name, but hearing it now… No moment could have been better. It filled him with so much joy and warmth that he feared he would combust in the next few seconds. Not that he didn’t like the pet names, they were cute, but getting to hear the god moan his name… It felt special, more meaningful. Bankei had probably used the other names for all the dancers before him as well, but his name… it was his alone and showed that the god was in the moment, seeing him for who he was. Bouncing at every one of his thrusts, Zahabia was finally satisfied. This was what he had wanted, longed for and to finally get all his needs met… It felt intoxicating, and he never wanted to experience anything else again. This was what he liked. Bankei’s rough thrusts and touches that still managed to convey the gentleness from before… It wasn’t overwhelming. At least not in a bad sense. All his senses were focused on the good. His half-closed eyes could only look at him; his mouth and lips wanted to only feel the gods'; their moans and lewd sounds resonated in his ears; the taste of each other; the sweet smell of the herbs and oils… All of that threatened to overwhelm him, but he embraced it with bliss. Breaking away to catch his breath from all their kissing, Zahabia nestled his face against the crook of Bankei’s neck again, placing gentle kisses on the spots he had bitten down on before. He didn’t feel particularly bad, to be honest, he enjoyed the idea of marking the god as well a lot, even though he could never be truly his. At least for the moment, he would just have eyes for Zahabia, which had to be enough for however long it may last. As good as the thrusts felt, they weren’t enough, and he missed the touch on his erection from before.

8:55 PM

With the god’s hands somewhere else on his body, Zahabia took it upon himself to bring the last bit of pleasure to make him cum. Taking one hand away from where it rested around Bankei’s neck, to wander between the both of them, wrapping around his member with a low moan and enjoying the sensation it provided when he got thrusted upward by the other’s hips. It felt so good… How was he supposed to keep going like this? He didn’t want this to end, but… Zahabia feared that that wouldn’t be possible. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei hadn't known how much he missed this feeling. Zahabia felt so tight, those sweet sounds flowing into thir kiss was like a symphony. The God couldn't get enough of it. He continued to thrust his hips upward, grunts and moans of pleasure flowing into their kiss as Bankei held him tight. He could feel the pressure slowly building up inside of him. He was getting closer and closer with each thrust. A small groan of displeasure left his lips when Zahabia broke their kiss to kiss his neck and began to jerk himself off. They were both a moaning mess. Covered in sweat the sounds of their skin colliding with the water splashing around them filled the room. With deep ragged breaths, Bankei groaned the humans name once again as he rested his forehead against the humans. He could feel him, his ragged hot breath against his skin as they became one. "Zaha-bia..." one of the hands from the dancers hips wandered in front, closing around the human's hand to aid him with his strokes. He wanted to hear so many more of those beautiful sounds. The God's moans got louder and louder, his thrust more vigorous as he lost himself in this beautiful carnal pleasure. After a few more deep thrusts, Bankei leaned his head back, a long dragged moan leaving his lips that almost sounded like the human's name once again. When he burried his throbbing member once again fully into the human, Hot ropes of seed filled the human up as he was pressed against the God's chest. He was certain that his tight clawing and grip on his human would leave a few bruises. But in this moment when he rode out his high with a foggy mind, Bankei didn't care. The God couldn't understand why this round with his human felt so... good. Sensational even. They were just fucking with each other. But why felt the God almost connected to this human?

4:00 AM

He couldn't explain it, but in this moment he didn't want to be anywhere else but have Zahabia in his four arms, pressed against his chest, close to the racing heart in his chest... @SirFüncelot

Nothing could ever feel better than hearing the god moan his name over and over. It was the nicest thing he had heard in a long time, and despite his foggy mind not picking up on many other things, it was able to hear this clearly, intensifying how hot his insides felt, if that was even possible. Every time Zahabia heard his name, his member throbbed, covering his hand in a burst of precum, begging for release, but his own hand wasn’t enough. It didn’t feel right. It wasn’t big enough, not warm enough, too delicate and slender, and the touch too gentle. No matter what he did, he longed for Bankei’s rougher strokes, but was unable to articulate this need. His brain wasn’t able to form sentences. Not even words anymore, besides the god’s name, which seemed to be stuck to his lips and tongue. Eyes half closed, he looked at Bankei, his mouth wide open to make room for all those sounds. This felt even more intimate. More intimate than the sex they were having right now. As if he were able to stare right into the god’s soul through one pair of his golden eyes. It was… nice. Relaxing. Special. Just what he had wanted, but not entirely what he needed, because this, like all the other things before, just confused him even more. A stuttering breath turned into the god’s name, as he finally felt his hand wrap around him, eloping his own as well, and just aiding him like this. It felt strange, still not entirely right, but so much better than before when he had done this all by himself. Finally, he felt like he was getting somewhere, the knot in his lower stomach finally loosening a bit, signaling that his climax was near as well.

8:56 AM

Zahabia held out longer, feeling the last few erratic thrusts of the god inside of him that filled him, making his insides feel nice and warm, a sensation he hadn’t known he had missed this much. Paired with hearing his name for the last time… It was enough to push him over the edge, cumming in both of their hands, with Bankei’s name on his lips as well. Exhausted and spent, he sank forward against the god’s chest, mostly held up by the hand on his hip, a satisfied expression on his face. His still slightly cum-covered hand trailed up the chest as well, settling on Bankei’s left pec and giving his nipple a gentle squeeze and twist to get his attention. “Can you… Say it again…”, he mumbled, eyes still closed, breathing heavily, unable to add what exactly he meant, but with what Bankei had asked of him before, Zahabia was quite sure the god could gather what he meant. How could something he was so used to, feel this different? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God found himself finally able to relax. With his human in his arms, resting against his chest. It felt good to have someone so close to him. Zahabia was the only human he'd been so close with since... he couldn't even remember when. It didn't matter. With his eyes resting closed, Bankei just let himself dwell in this feeling of warm water around him and the bliss from both of their orgasms. Deep down he wanted even more. With a small groan, Bankei opened his eyes again to look at his little human. With his own mind still being foggy, Bankei still knew exactly what Zahabia wanted from him. By now he hadn't realized that he called his little jewel by his real name, but it had felt... good to call him by that instead of his usual pet name. "Mmm... Zahabia..." Bankei groaned a bit exhausted, but not enough to prevent him from lifting his dancer's hips up a bit to give him the opportunity to pull out. Without further hesitation, he slid one of his fingers back inside to get most of his cum out. A small attempt to clean his little human now that they still had the chance. "Come now..." Bankei's voice was almost soft as his other lower arms wrapped around the males body to carry him still wrapped around him out of the water. As if it was a miracle, it was as if all the water from the pool had stayed inside it, leaving the God and his little human dry and clean. Bankei didn't let go of Zahabia, determined to get the Two somewhere else to continue their night. He wanted more... As the Two made their way to the other end of the bath, they now stood in front of Two glorious golden ornamented doors. When the God went forward to push it open, it revealed to be his personal chambers. The room was glamorous. Everything sparkled and shined. Colorful fabrics were draped below the ceiling, similar to the hall they'd been to, but more elegant. As the Two went past a quite comfortable lounging area, Bankei's only goal was his ginormous bed.

8:12 AM

It was covered in blankets and giant pillows. The size was truly to fit for a God. Now was the moment when Bankei sat Zahabia down onto the edge of the bed, before the God just bowed down and proceeded to steal himself another slow and sensational kiss from this human. "Did you... enjoy your bath?" The God whispered softly after a moment, his face remaining close to Zahabia's, his four eyes looking at him half lidded. Somehow, Bankei wanted the human to truly enjoy all of this as well. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia felt nice. Too nice. As if he could fall asleep right here on Bankei’s chest. The slightly raised heartbeat, the steady breaths… They were soothing, making his eyelids heavy, as he just laid there slightly exhausted in a very good way. But it didn’t stay like that for long. As soon as he felt the god stir, looking down at him, with a similarly tired expression, followed by hearing his name again… It was as if he was wide-awake again. It sounded… so good. Even without the moaning and the groans, Bankei saying his name was one of the nicest things he’d ever listened to. He wanted him to say it over and over again, but didn’t get that far, as his hips were raised, making him groan, as the god’s cock got replaced by a finger. Receiving help like this… It certainly was a first. And despite his comparably large fingers, Bankei was doing a rather good job, nearly making this feel nice again, so much so that Zahabia had to fight for his composure to not moan against the god’s chest again. How could even that feel good? How was he able to make this gentle and nice? Not even he himself managed that while cleaning that part of his body… Something was surely strange about this entire encounter. Having dreaded the moment they would part ways for the night again, he was surprised to find that Bankei effortlessly picked him up, and carried him out of the water. Zahabia had thought now would be the moment he gathered his clothes and made his way over towards his room, but apparently the god had other ideas. Not entirely sure what that meant, he wanted to let himself get surprised, intrigued by the golden doors before them, as he nuzzled close to the center of the god’s chest. A guest room or some kind of room for relaxation had been on his mind regarding the function of the room, they stepped into, but instead… He was surprised to find that it was a… bedroom?

9:31 AM

It was so well furnished and decorated. That could just mean one thing… With wide-eyed stares, he took in every detail of the room he could get a glimpse at while getting carried through it. Everything was so over the top, it was very obvious that this had to be the god’s private chambers, and he wasn’t sure if he should feel fear or excitement. Was being here a good or a bad thing? Sitting down and feeling the soft fabric beneath his skin… It was as if Zahabia were resting on a cloud, or at least what he imagined a cloud would feel like if he were to touch it. It was so soft and nice to touch that involuntarily his hands ran across it, interrupted by the sudden, yet gentle kiss, he happily returned with a little bit more passion, raising one hand to cup Bankei’s face, and pull him closer. “I may have…”, he started, a mischievous smile on his lips as he leaned in for a second quick kiss. “It was a rather nice bath, but it seems compared to this room… this… bed… it’s not quite as impressive.”, Zahabia added, breaking away from the god’s face. Instead, he let himself fall back, seductively sprawling out on the sheets beneath him. “I guess there is a reason you brought me here, your majesty?” Stretching beneath the god’s gaze, he gave him a good view of his body, before adding something else. “Does your bed feel empty? Do you need some company for the night, Bankei?”, he put extra emphasis on his name, challenging him once again, trying to see if he would be allowed to do so even while not in the heat of the moment. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Everything about Zahabia in this moment seemed so... alluring. Bankei couldn't explain it to himself. Seeing how the human sprawled out in front of him, onto his bed, speaking those seductive words. Never had the God felt himself drawn to a human in such an intense way. He just wanted to ravage this perfect body that was serving itself almost on a silver platter. Then there was his name again. Bankei... It made the God shiver a bit to hear his name spoken in such a seductive manner. And more importantly, Zahabia called him that. In this moment, Bankei only embraced how the human was calling him as his lips formed to a more mischevous grin. "A bit of company doesn't sound bad." With those words, one of Bankei's hands trailed over the human's chest, teasing his nipples a bit. "How about you join me and help me to make this bed less... empty..." The God's words were merely a whisper of temptation in Zahabias ear before they both indulged in a night of pleasure. A night of desire and want. In this night, sounds of skin colliding and shameless moans could be heard from behind the locked chambers of the God. And nobody would dare to disturb the Two as they became one over and over again until dawn came once more... Bankei was laying sprawled on his bed, sleeping soundly. Pillows covered the floor around them. Stains covered the whole bed sheets including themselves. But the God slept soundly with his little human visiting the land of dreams with him. Their night together had been something magical... @SirFüncelot

Usually he hated to spend the nights like this without proper rest, used over and over again, but right now with Bankei. He didn’t mind it. It even made him feel good. With every touch and kiss that followed, Zahabia felt like the one who was worshiped and not the other way around. The god managed to make him feel special and forget about everything else, enjoying every second of this until sleep finally took him. He should have gotten up and left after his work here was done, but the bed, Bankei, everything was just so inviting, so warm and soft, that he couldn’t help but fall asleep as well, tucked into the four strong arms of the god, his face nuzzled into the crook of his neck. As he awoke the next morning, the sun was already high in the sky. His body felt sore and sticky, but not in a bad way, more in an exhausted yet good way. Zahabia blinked, wondering where exactly he was sleeping, needing a moment to realize that he laid sprawled out on top of the god’s chest. His steady heartbeat and quiet breathing trying to pull him back to sleep, two of his arms laid on top of him, making it impossible for him to leave like he had planned on. He sighed, letting his head sink down again. What had happened to him? He hadn’t been like this before, but something… something had changed. Something about their relationship that he couldn’t quite place. It was different, Bankei was different from all the other masters he’d had before. Zahabia didn’t mind this as much. It made him happy to fall asleep next to the god, to wake up there as well. To kiss and touch each other, followed by the strange tingling sensation that lingered after each touch. The gentleness and kindness… All the questions from yesterday were back, and he still didn’t know if now would be a good time to ask them. It had been much easier to forget as his brain had been filled with pleasure,

8:31 PM

but now that that was gone… He couldn’t run away from this any longer, could he? But possibly upsetting the god, Bankei, again? Zahabia didn’t want that either, but if he didn’t ask them now, they would just burst forth during an even worse occasion… With a sigh, he trailed his fingers across the god’s chest, drawing circles and nonsensical shapes on his skin while he waited for him to wake up. With him still here… Should he maybe expect to take care of him again? That’s what usually happened, right? Or would he just get thrown out because he dared to stay? Not that Zahabia had another choice, he was basically held in place and not really in the mood to try and shake off those heavy arms that felt too nice on his skin anyway. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Even once the sun was up again, no servant had dared to wake the God and his human yet. Bankei was still sound asleep, lightly snooring even as his body felt sticky, but as light as it never felt before. The weight of the human sprawled on his chest was comforting, spending warmth. It was as if Zahabia's steady breath and calm heartbeat kept him in his world of blissful dreams. After some time of cuddling, Bankei shifted a bit in his sleep, a small sleepy groan coming from his lips as his eyes stayed closed. Clearly not awake yet, but stirring from the odd feeling on his chest which almost felt ticklish. His arms subconsciously only tightened a bit around the human's body, keeping him close to his chest as he snuggled the human almost like a way better version of a stuffed animal. Even in his dream state, Bankei knew that he didn't want to wake up. He wanted to stay like this, feel the warmth on his skin from what or whoever the god was sharing his bed with... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had expected the god to wake up at some point, but he still seemed fast asleep, even pulling him closer and tightening his grip around him. It felt… strange, but not bad. It made his heart flutter, knowing that the other didn’t push him away while he was sleeping, though it could change if he woke up. Maybe it was best if they stayed like this a little bit longer? But he felt gross and could use another extravagant bath as well as some breakfast. Or lunch? How late was it, anyway? Trying his best to wiggle himself free from the grasp around his way, to slowly move a little bit up on Bankei’s chest until he was able to watch his face better. It looked so peaceful. Different from the night before, yet still gentle and kind, his lips inviting Zahabia for a kiss. Cupping the god’s cheeks with both hands, he studied his face a little while longer, taking in the features, trailing a finger along his cheekbones and lips, once again fascinated by the two pairs of eyes. He wasn’t entirely sure how long he had spent like this before, but he finally caved in and leaned down to kiss his lips. “Let go of me… I’m starving.”, he complained quietly, followed by another persuasive kiss, attempting to wake Bankei up. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The God would've wanted to stay like this forever. Surrounded by the feeling of his cloud like mattress, the soft blankets covering him and his human below. It felt so peaceful. But slowly his consciousness started to return as he felt it. Those delicate, soft warm lips gently pressing against his own. Bankei now seemed to slowly blink awake, only starting to realize what and especially who was waking him from his slumber. Just as Bankei was about to close his eyes to again give into the kiss as well, Zahabia's voice seemed pull him slightly more awake now. Luckily before Bankei had to say anything more, he got his desired kiss. Somehow it didn't bother him at all that he'd woken up to a kiss from his human dancer, resting in his arms. The god was still too tired to be worried. As Zahabia had wished, Bankei took one arm off his body to stretch with a dragged yawn, before resting it again on the dancers bare but slightly sticky hips. The Two were in desperate need of a bath, but it could wait after their food had arrived. With another snap of Bankei's fingers, it didn't take long for a knock to sound at those giant doors. A servant arrived, bringing in a ginormous golden plate of all sorts of exotic fruits, pre cut and ready to be eaten. "Mmm did you sleep well?" Bankei asked that question without thinking any further. Even now that the God was slightly more awake, he was just tired and, even if he would never openly admit it, wanted his cuddles. It had been a long time since he'd gotten a proper one of that... @SirFüncelot

Feeling Bankei finally stir awake, seeing him slowly open his eyes made Zahabia happy, though he tried to hide the excitement as best as he could, burying his face with a slight grin against the god’s chest once again, seemingly uninterested in him for the time being. He could feel him stretch, the muscles beneath him extended and retracted, just making him want to touch them again. Bankei wasn’t even trying to seduce him or anything, yet he was still doing a rather good job at it, which, for a change, Zahabia didn’t seem to mind. Using the time until the servant arrived to cover a small part of Bankei’s chest with feathery kisses, he only stopped as the sweet smell of fruit hit his nose, making his stomach rumble slightly, but Zahabia didn’t move until the servant was out of the room again before sitting up a bit and reaching for the plate. Not caring what he grabbed, he put one piece in his own mouth and pressed another one against Bankei’s lips. As much as he wanted to feed him through kisses like the last time, he was too hungry for that right now. Maybe he would reconsider it in a moment. After realizing that he could reach the platter even while laying back down, he let his head sink against Bankei’s broad chest once again, enjoying the warmth it radiated, while he put piece after piece of fruit into his mouth. He had a lot of energy to replenish, and wasn’t particularly interested in talking right now, fearing that it would just make his questions resurface, but Bankei’s question… He couldn’t just leave it unanswered, could he? “I… I did.”, even to his own ears, he sounded slightly confused, as if this realization surprised even him, which was true, but considering everything they had done the night before… It was just reasonable to feel tired and sleep well to recuperate. Yes, that’s what it was! It surely wasn’t because he had missed the company or his own bed felt big all by himself as well.

9:40 AM

Zahabia had just been resting here, and nothing more. “It was nice. The bath and the bed. I may demand to spend more time here. Both are a lot more comfortable than my own are.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Even after the god had slightly stirred more awake now, he still closed his eyes again as he waited for their food to arrive. Propping his upper set of arms behind his hand, a soft hint of a grin tugged on the corners of his lips as he felt Zahabia place those kisses on his broad chest. He couldn't stop one content purr of approval at his little dancer's work, and for one time, Bankei didn't seem to mind. Even when the servant arrived with the golden tray of fruits, Bankei only spared him a side glance with one eye before closing them again. He hadn't expected Zahabia to feed him all of a sudden, but when the dancer pressed a piece of fresh mango against his lips, the god took it between his lips before swallowing. The sweet taste of fruit was just what he needed in his moment, and it seemed to be the right breakfast for Zahabia as well. "I will think about demanding your presence more often then." Bankei replied after a moment of eating a few more pieces of fruit before one of his hands moved to loosely wrap around the human's waist. The thought about how Zahabia had enjoyed their night together so much made his heart almost skip a beat... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia was rather glad that Bankei wasn’t looking at him yet because his comment made his cheeks flush slightly. Not because it was embarrassing or anything, he wasn’t even entirely sure what had caused him to blush, but it moved something inside of him. It made his stomach flutter and tingle with excitement. Getting to spend more time together like this… He had enjoyed their night a lot. A lot more than he wanted and a lot more than he wanted the god to know, but apparently he had liked it too. Silence fell between them as he ate more of the fruit, occasionally offering a piece to Bankei. The fingers of his other hand dragged across the god’s chest, waiting for an opportunity to break the silence again. Zahabia wasn’t entirely sure what to say, but the movements of his hand suddenly stopped, and he crawled up a bit further to be able to look him directly in the eyes, should he open them, while asking all the questions that had been burning on his tongue since yesterday. “Why are you acting differently now than before? You’ve seen that I can handle rougher things than this, so why are you suddenly this gentle and kind? You don’t have to, you know? I’ll still come if you ask for me, even if you don’t do that.”, Zahabia was watching him very closely, his hands placed on the mattress right next to the god’s head to make it easier to look at him, waiting for some sort of response, hoping he hadn’t ruined the mood or whatever this was between them entirely. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With closed eyes, Bankei enjoyed the silence between them. To him in this moment, it seemed natural, but with every fruit he took from Zahabia's fingers, the silence grew more and more odd. The human's touch on his chest send shivers down his spine, yet they were calming at the same time. Bankei never wanted this moment to end. But unfortunately, it found it's end way too soon and instead got replaced with this burning question. Why was the God doing all of this? The truth was: Bankei didn't know that answer either. It had been driving him mad since the moment he had been able to see past the fog of pleasure from their previous night. Bankei didn't want to answer this question because the answer might be more true to his heart than the God wanted to admit. "It doesn't matter." Bankei rolled his eyes after a moment of silence and huffing those words. There was only a slight hint of annoyance in his voice, but clearly their spell wasn't broken yet. "I know that you will come to me, no matter how I treat you. Why are you complaining when I'm just not in the mood to be rough? Do you think that this is all your master can do?" Bankei continued to stare at the ceiling, avoiding his humans persistent gaze as he grumbled those words, praying that Zahabia wouldn't notice the hint of blush forming on his raven black cheeks. @SirFüncelot

He wasn’t sure what kind of answer he had been expecting. Maybe he hadn’t even thought that the god would respond honestly. Not after he had already interrupted these questions yesterday. It made Zahabia worry that he may have overstepped another boundary, but Bankei’s response was surprisingly earnest and certainly not what he had expected to hear. Not that he had expected anything in particular… Well… Maybe he had. Maybe he had imagined him saying that he was special or that he wanted to finally make up for the last few times they had spent together, but that was just wishful thinking. He probably was this careful because it would be a more frequent occurrence now. Zahabia wouldn't be able to return every other night if he had to recover from something more rough like the times before. Surely it had to be that. "I'm not complaining…", he mumbled, letting his head sink back down onto Bankei's chest, not even noticing how the god was avoiding his eyes moments ago. "I was just curious.", he added, making himself comfortable again, even though he should get up and leave, but the god… His body was big and strong, and should feel hard and uncomfortable, but it wasn’t. It was warm and soft, and he liked being this close to him, feeling their skin brush against each other… It made Zahabia feel nice on the inside, and he wanted to enjoy this for as long as Bankei allowed him to. Even if it should become more frequent… Who knew if the god would always be this willing to cuddle with him. "I don't mind this. Rather, I enjoy it. It doesn't make me feel as exhausted and achey…", his fingers continued to draw nonsensical lines across Bankei’s chest, trying to linger as long as possible in this sensation.

9:05 AM

Maybe Zahabia had been stupid to ask this question, disappointed by the answer, yet glad that it hadn’t been enough to break the spell around them. If he could… Would he want to stay like this forever? Probably not, but at least for now he didn’t mind just laying close together. Feeling the steady heartbeat in the god’s chest, hearing his relaxed breathing, getting to see more of those gentle and unusual expressions on his face. Truly, he liked getting to spend his mornings like this. "Can I expect to get called again tonight, then?", Zahabia finally asked, resting his head on both of his hands as he smirked up at the god. He was obviously teasing him, trying to lighten the mood again, as well as maybe make a little bit of lighthearted fun of him. "Or was tonight too much? Do you need some rest, master? I can come and give you a massage instead, if you want.", his smirk just seemed to grow wider, as he poked fun at the god, secretly wishing to be able to spend time with him again. It had been rather enjoyable and was certainly keeping him from becoming bored. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Somehow, hearing that Zahabia had enjoyed their night together made Bankei's heart feel so light. It almost felt like laying on a cloud. A cloud with the gentle weight of Zahabia's warm body against his chest. It felt so comforting. The god would love to stay like this forever if he could... It was the dancers teasing words that made him look up again and to surprise, a small flirtatious grin formed on Bankei's lips after a small scoff. "I will take the massage and more if you can handle it." Propping his head up with an arm behind his head, another lower one settled itself a bit firmer over the human's waist and ass to pull him up a bit further. During all of this, Bankei leaned a bit more forward to whisper. "I got some pretty good stamina afterall. Are you sure you can keep up with both?" With his words dripping of seduction and tease, Bankei had pulled the dancer in gently by the chin, their faces so close and kissable. He god took a moment to study the human's handsome face, his pretty eyes, his luscious hair and youthful features. Everything about him seemed so enticing and perfect. The shine in his eyes, the sweet scent of his soft hair. It was captivating. In this moment, something more seemed to melt Bankei's oh so untouchable golden heart. @SirFüncelot

Was this how he wanted to play? Teasing back? As if Zahabia would just let Bankei do that so easily. Putting both of his hands down on the soft mattress next to his head, propping himself up a little bit more, to look down at him slightly. Giving him a look as if he was challenging him, before he leaned down. Their lips nearly touching, he whispered against them. “Who do you think I am, that I can’t keep up with you? Didn’t I do just fine so far?”, he replied, smirking slightly. “You’re gonna need all the godly stamina you can get. I can dance the entire night, and you’re much easier to handle than that.”, Zahabia followed up his words with a determined grin, slowly closing his eyes as he finally bridged the last small gap between the both of them. His breath shuddered for a moment, and his heart seemed to beat faster during their kiss. He had felt those soft lips so often during their activities last night, yet he couldn’t seem to get enough of them. Their taste, their warmth, something about them, something about Bankei was intoxicating, making his head grow fuzzy. Zahabia couldn’t explain it, but it wasn’t a bad sensation. Needing to break their kiss because he had to catch his breath, Zahabia’s face remained close to the god’s, the tips of their noses touching, while he quietly continued. “Rest assured, I’ll make sure you’ll be the one needing all the breaks you can get... Bankei.”, he added his name like an afterthought in an attempt to test the waters, seeing if it was alright to use it even if it wasn’t in the heat of the moment. After all, it did have quite a nice ring to it. “I probably shouldn’t call you that for everyone to hear, master. Or am I wrong?”, playing with one of the long black strands of hair, twirling it around his finger, he didn’t seem too worried about any consequences. The mood was too good for that right now. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The way Zahabias teased the god back send a shiver down his spine. How could he be so... in his presence. The way he leaned in to tease and finally kiss once again. They were soft, sweet and warm, and the way Zahabia looked at him after. Oh how he loved the tease. This little human happened to be quite good at it as well... "You better prepare yourself for long and sleepless nights then." Bankei whispered back with a wider smirk, his four golden eyes glistening with mischief. Somehow, hearing his name spoken out loud made him feel even better. Every other human would've been immediatley turned to gold for that, but for this one time, Bankei didn't seem to mind. In fact, he wanted to hear more. "You learn quick, my little jewel... or should I say... Zahabia..." with his hand still resting on Zahabias chin, he leaned forward to whisper the humans name against his ear, a smooth purr with his hot breath brushing again Zahabias skin. After lingering in this moment for just a bit longer, Bankei pulled away with a chuckle and sat himself up with a small groan. After another long yarn that exposed his sharp canines for a moment in a way similar to a big cat, Bankei's hand still rested on Zahabias hip. The god proceeded to pick him up with ease, their warm bodies now exposed both naked and sticky to the cold air. "Come on. We need to get ourselves cleaned up now. And I'll take you up on that massage offer." Flashing his human another cocky grin, the Two made their way past the golden bath doors.

9:55 AM

Within the water, both exchanged a few more steamy and intimate kisses while getting all the filth off their skins, preparing themselves for tge nights to come. The morning mid-day baths had become almost a ritual to the Two over the coming two weeks. As promised, Bankei spend a lot more time around his little dancer than before. Zahabia kept his master company during his meals, swayed his hips to entertain at a few banquets of the god which ended, as expected, all in the luxurious chambers of his master. Every night, lewd sounds filled the chamber of the god, unholy images that would make the devil himself blush as the Two only seemed to grow closer and closer, almost two close for a relationship that could be described as master and servant... Sound of scratching metal filled the inner sandy part of the palace courtyard. Silver blades clashed, followed by grunts and groans from Bankei as two of swords collided one after another with one or two of Ghiat's giant maces. Of course his friend always relied on brute force and not on finesse. With swift and elegant moves, Bankei moved across the sandy floor, blocking few of his friends hits with a shield before striking back with a few well aimed attempts to slice Ghiath's skin open. The Two god's had been at this deadly dance of blades for a while now, but none of them showed signs of exhaustion, only signs of thrill as they both bared their teeth at each other when their blades clashed over and over again. "Come on big guy! Aren't you getting tired already?" Bankei groaned as he dashed forward for another strike, blocking one of Ghiath's massive swings by guiding it to the ground with his shield. It was always fun to spare with his friend. After all the royal duties that had built up over the last few weeks, this was the perfect way to blow off some steam. And who would be better for that then his fiesty friend. @SirFüncelot

The last few weeks had been one of the best in Zahabia’s entire life, and he wouldn’t lie if he said that he had enjoyed probably every moment during that time. His mood was at an all-time high, and he seemed to glow with positivity. Even his otherwise slightly mean and feisty personality wasn’t as bad as usual. He kept on teasing Bankei, but in a mostly playful way, when he craved his attention if he spent the entire day working on boring papers. Even then, Zahabia was lounging about, often catching up on some much-needed sleep in the presence of the god. Just being in the same room as him made him feel safe and happy, which was slightly unusual, but Zahabia didn’t have the time to care or question himself. The boredom of the first few weeks seemed entirely gone because of how much time they were spending together, but he didn’t mind. No matter if it was spent in bed, the bath, during breakfast, lunch or dinner, they were basically glued to each other. Where one was, there was probably also the other, but it wasn’t weird. It was nice… All the little things they did… The absent-minded touches while they weren’t paying full attention to each other, the evenings spent in the library, having Bankei show him more and more of the stories he had collected, finally allowing him to indulge in them as well. Today was a little bit different, though. As usual, he had spent the night with Bankei, but during breakfast they had gotten interrupted as his so-called best friend had come by again. Zahabia hadn’t wanted to spend any time in his vicinity after the last banquet where he had met him, so he had excused himself, leaving them to their own devices while enjoying some time alone in the garden. He couldn’t remember when he had this much time to himself. It was… strange. Not having Bankei’s presence, at least somewhere close to him, was strange. Not that he missed him or anything… It was just… Strange after all those days they had spent together.

10:22 PM

But he could bear with that. Just relaxing on his own was nice too. Enjoying the sun and the flowers, taking a stroll around the gardens… Not even noticing when his legs had carried him back inside the palace, down a hallway and towards something that sounded like the clinging of metal. Curiously, he sneaked closer, attracted by the sound of a familiar voice, and peered around one of the many columns, not entirely prepared for what he saw. Zahabia had seen Bankei fully naked many times at this point, but something about him just in his pants, without most of his jewelry, muscles flexed and skin glistening with sweat… He just couldn’t help staring, unable to tear his eyes away, not even realizing that Ghiath was there as well for a moment. Zahabia didn’t know much about fighting, just that it was usually very violent and bloody, but Bankei made it seem more like a dance right now. A rather beautiful and enticing dance that made him want to join or at least continue watching in awe. The god seemed nearly weightless, dancing around Ghiath with ease as he dodged around him and parried his attacks. Maybe he should have tagged along to begin with… He seemed to have missed out on a lot already, but was he even allowed to watch? Not that he cared particularly much about that…

Ghiath had been close by, visiting one of the humans who still had his last wish open for him, fulfilling it for them before passing by at Bankei’s place. It was always worth a visit. And seeing how his friend was glowing, it was a good thing he had come for a visit, because something was surely going on, and he wouldn’t leave until finding out what it was. Because there had to be something. Not that he was usually miserable, but this… This was new. He hadn’t seen Bankei like this. Ever. Not really in the mood for sex or food right now, he’s had plenty of that on his way here, he was delighted about their small sparring session. It had also been ages since the two of them had one of those. It was just bugging him that he still couldn’t seem to keep up with Bankei. He was always just a little bit better. Escaping his attacks in the last second, making him either hit his swords or the sand beneath them, just fueling Ghiath’s rage even more. He was huffing and gritting his teeth, slowly losing his patience, his hits getting more uncoordinated and reckless but also harder and slower, leaving him open for his friends' quick strikes. Not that he cared particularly much about that. He was more focused on landing at least one hit with one of his maces. “Never! If anyone should get tired, it’s you. With all your fancy steps and the dancing around me… Who fucking fights like this?”,

10:24 PM

he groaned aggregated, aiming for a hard hit against Bankei’s head, just for the other to duck beneath it, lowering himself and pulling his legs away beneath him. Ghiath hit the floor, taking a second to recover, but had to act quickly, rolling out of the way as a sharp scimitar, nearly cutting his chest open. During that, his eyes caught a flash of green, making him think. He had seen Bankei eat together with the human. Nothing strange. But considering that he had him on his lap, them feeding each other with rosy cheeks… Was this slowly making sense? Not entirely, but maybe it would at least help him secure one win today. “Still not grown tired of that little human? I thought I could come collect what’s left of him and take it back with me. Even had someone in mind to suggest to you as a replacement.”, he began, jumping back on his feet, rolling his neck as he prepared to block another strike from him. “But I guess he does good work. If his mouth is just half as good as his ass… I would also try to keep him as long as possible.”, Ghiath laughed at that comment, pretending to strike Bankei from the right and hitting him from the left instead. The talking was weakening his attacks a bit, but he hoped it would help with his plan. “And his face… I’m sure you get to see how cute it looks while moaning every day… Makes me want to pay him a visit after this.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Although Zahabia was not currently around, Bankei was beaming with excitement and thrill. Seeing how Ghiath slowly grew more frustrated and obviously weaker made Bankei's grin only grow wider. The God dodged his friends attack with ease, ducking away and taking quick advantage of the situation by swiftly pulling Ghiath's feet away from under him with his own. "Me? I can keep this up all day..." Bankei stood grinning, looming over Ghiath before he launched himself forward, only barely missing Ghiath's chest. "Unlike you from how slow and sloppy your hits are getting!" Bankei continued his teasing, continuing with his series of light footed, almost dancing movements from their deadly dance. Bankei's mood was seemingly on his high. His body was glowing, the air around him electric. He was beaming with confidence and skill, but it all seemed to form cracks when Ghiath mentioned a certain little dancer. Bankei's gaze seemed to darken a bit, growing more serious as Ghiath parried his next strike. "Don't bring Zahabia into this..." His voice was a warning growl. This short moment of thinking about his little jewel and the love they shared, it was enough for Ghiath to scrape Bankei's side barely before the God drew back. Panting he stood there, glaring at his friend before he only chuckled. "Fucking Bastard. Not very fair to try and distract your opponent..." Bankei gave Ghiath a fanged grin before letting his sword and shield dissappear in a golden glow. With a loud clap he then brought two of his hands together in a smack before pulling them apart.

3:04 PM

A beam of golden shine formed between the Two palms, growing longer and longer until it's full length hovered in the air for a split second. When Bankei got a proper hold of it again with all 4 of his hands, the glow disappeared, leaving a beautiful golden helebard lance in his hand. The sharp curved blade soared through the air sharp when Bankei spon it around him for a second, a small show to demonstrate the swiftness of his four arms before he shot forward again. Despite his incredible speed he manages to barely miss Ghiaths waist. And so Bankei once again began his elegant dance, occasionally twirling his spear swiftly around him and through the air to strike and pary. Yet despite his precise and concentrated movements, Bankei now was once again unable to get the human out of his mind. @SirFüncelot

Seeing Bankei struggle for a bit, even taking a hit he could have easily dodged otherwise, showed Ghiath that he had been absolutely right. His mischievous grin widened at this realization. As if he wouldn’t use this obvious weakness against him. Bankei could complain how much he wanted, but he wouldn’t change this approach, instead only growing bolder. “Am I distracting you? Isn’t it your little human that’s distracting you? With those hips and his sinful lips… Maybe I should request his presence for the night… After all, I'm your guest, and should be able to enjoy myself, right?”, he teased more, still figuring out what exactly made Bankei lose control. He certainly got sloppier when he was angry, so trying to irritate him seemed like a good idea. Especially because he already knew, he wasn’t particularly keen on sharing his little human with him, because he feared he would break him. The shift in weapons… Ghiath hadn’t expected it, but apparently Bankei was going all out now. He was much more dangerous with his halberd, and he certainly had to pay attention now. Even if he wasn’t paying full attention anymore, with its reach and the swift moves… It made it a lot harder for him to dodge and get close enough to attack himself, Ghiath’s eyes were always open to duck beneath a thrust or block one of the lower hits. Had his teasing already gone too far? “What are you even seeing in him? He’s cute, but you’ve had cuter humans than him. Even some that were sexier…”, Ghiath managed to bring forth, sounding thoughtful, moving away from Bankei to escape his attacks, quickly trying to get around him. Maybe if he noticed Zahabia… Would that be enough to rattle him? It was worth a try, so of course he tried to make him turn, so his friend was able to catch a glimpse of the curious human as well, while he kept on teasing him. “I guess he can be feisty, but that’s nothing special…

3:50 AM

I’m surprised you haven’t grown bored yet. How is he keeping you entertained? Any secrets you aren’t telling me? I’m your friend, you should tell me, and allow me to enjoy as well. You can’t just keep him to yourself.”, all the talking made him not pay attention as well, leading to a few cuts and scrapes with the tip of the halberd, but none were particularly deep, so Ghiath just shrugged them off, not even interested in their fight anymore, instead wanting to hear what was going on between Bankei and the human, that had changed his friend this much.

Zahabia had sat down near the pillar, keeping his eyes fixed on Bankei, still impressed by his quick and elegant moves. He couldn’t understand what the both of them were talking about, but judging by the god’s expression and mannerism, it had probably been something that had irritated him. He couldn’t pay too much attention to that, though, getting easily distracted by the sudden golden glow, and the magic that followed. Despite having witnessed it so many times already, he still couldn’t get enough of it. It was… unbelievably beautiful and breathtaking. Something he just couldn’t tear his eyes away from. Even to his untrained eyes, it became quite clear that Bankei was even better at wielding this strange weapon, twirling it around with ease, and even more effortless flourishes than before. Some dancers used weapons like that as well, but he wasn’t one of them, and even if he did, he probably wouldn’t even look half as good as the god right now. Did he do this often? He had to if he was this good, but during the last few days they had spent together, he hadn’t even realized this. Otherwise, he would have gone and watched him a lot earlier. After all, it was quite nice, certainly a lot more interesting than the birds in the garden. Getting to watch Bankei flex and twist in ways he wouldn’t have thought possible with that large, muscular body of his… By the gods… Why was this making him blush? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As much as Ghiath liked to be a teasing asshole, Bankei was certain not to fall for his friends pathetic fuckery. But his words slowly affected him more than the God would like to admit. With swift stabs and turns, Bankei began to push Ghiath back more rapidly. His helebard seemed to fly with those quick parries and elegant, yet powerful movements. "Shut up..." Bankei growled inbetebeen, only getting even more agitated at his friends words. He managed to duck away from one of Ghiaths attacks before whirling around to get indeed some of his friends blood to spill from his side. With a wide almost frustrated snarl, his helebard was soaring through the air. With his four arms for strength and agility and those four golden eyes, Bankei was quick to react to every of Ghiath's moves. Finally, something inside the god snapped. The rage inside him boiled like a raging fire and he yelled at his friend as the metal shrieked beneath their collision "I am NOT going to share, especially not after in what conditions you left me after the BANQUET!" With his last word, Bankei let out an almost warrior like as he suddenly flipped the end of the helebard up in a swift movement. Ghiath wasn't able to dodge the golden nob quick enough so it connected to his jaw with a ugly crunch. With Ghiath's head whipped back now, Bankei set this brawl to an end as Two of his fists shot forward, landing two quite nice punches into his friends unprotected stomach area. The power behind those punches was that both of those quick moves send Bankei flying backwards into the sand. In a triumphant pose, Bankei pointed the tip of his blade against Ghiath's throat, his gaze cold, golden eyes filled with a quiet rage. His body was now covered in sand, sweat and trickles of blood, hair disheveled, his chest rising and falling from all the action.

10:42 AM

"Zahabia belongs to me. Have I made myself clear?" His words were a low growl, a warning as he glared down at his friend. But somehow, now that his heart felt less like it was racing in his ears and Ghiath on the ground, Bankei was certain that he had won. That was until in one of the corners of his eyes, something green moved. All four eyes shot up to meet Zahabias beautiful gaze. Bankei hadn't notices that he had been watching? For how long had he been watching. If the gods skin wasn't raven black, a pink blush would've shot into his face. For a moment, Bankei seemed to forget about anything else. There was just him and Zahabia, who had been watching the god this glorious battle. Somehow it filled Bankei's heart with pride, his angry and cold expression forming into a devilish smirk as he only had eyes for his little human... @SirFüncelot

Suddenly, hearing Bankei shout caught him off guard. He hadn’t expected him to shout, and even though he could just make out a few of the words, they seemed to be talking about a banquet. Possibly the last one or another one in the future. Zahabia wasn’t able to tell, but he was curious what had enraged the god like this. He hadn’t seen him that angry. Not even at the very beginning, when he had gotten on his nerves. That anger had been cold and calculated, while this one burned red-hot, seemingly making the god unable to think clearly. It made Zahabia wonder what got him so agitated. Obviously Ghiath’s words… But what exactly had they been talking about? He continued to watch, holding his breath, as Bankei beat Ghiath with everything he had. It was brutal to watch, and Zahabia realized once again that he wasn’t someone for fights or battles, or bloodshed, and even this… It was a little bit much, even though Bankei wasn’t the one getting beaten up, he had taken a few minor cuts and bruises, that probably weren’t too bad, but should certainly not be left untreated. He may be a god, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t feel pain, right? As the fight neared its end, with Ghiath on the ground and Bankei looking about triumphantly, their eyes met. Green meeting gold, like so many times before over the course of days and weeks, making it seem like time came to a halt. There were just the two of them, everything else seemed irrelevant as a small smile sneaked onto his lips, as he saw Bankei’s expression shift as well. It was nice… Zahabia could feel his heart beat a little bit faster, not even realizing or stopping it from doing so. Gracefully, he got up from where he had been sitting, brushing the dust off of his clothes, before he slowly approached Bankei, not even glancing in Ghiath’s direction; instead,

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a slightly worried expression laid itself on his face, as he got closer, extending a hand to place on the god’s exposed chest, studying the minor cuts and injuries he had suffered, before looking up at him again. “I didn’t know you could fight.”, a slight teasing tone vibrated through Zahabia’s voice, before he continued. “But we should get those treated, master.”, his eyes wandered back down to the cut right next to his hand. It certainly wasn’t needed, but he felt like Bankei had spent enough time with Ghiath. He wanted his attention back on him, while also keeping as far away from the other god as possible. He didn’t trust him fully, fearing he would do something as soon as Zahabia left Bankei’s vicinity. He preferred staying close to the god just to be sure.

Despite his teasing, despite how sure of himself he had been, in the end it was Ghiath who had to take several hits, landing on the ground, the air forcefully leaving his lungs. He couldn’t even get up right away, feeling his entire body ache. But even though he had lost, he had learned something much more valuable during this fight. Not just what made Bankei’s blood boil even faster than anything else he could have said, but also that his friend had a very obvious weakness for his new human. It certainly hadn’t been that way the last time he had been around, but it was still intriguing. He was curious to know what had happened. And how much more he could tease Bankei with this. Ghiath’s grin widened, raising his hands in defeat, but Bankei probably didn’t even realize that anymore. He could clearly see how his eyes finally found the flash of green. Observing how they widened with realization, seemingly freezing in time, not able to look at anything else but the human. Ghiath had to bite back a laugh, as well as exaggerated gagging at their obvious display of affection, rolling onto his side and away from where Bankei would quickly get to him, but not admitting defeat this easily. Now that he was distracted… An idea flashed into Ghiath’s mind, seeing the small interaction between his friend and the human… It would be a shame if someone were to interrupt their lovely exchange, wouldn't it? He shook his head, his smirk turning mischievous as he slowly got up, standing behind Bankei and grabbing onto him, while also pulling his feet away from beneath him.

2:49 AM

It wasn’t as well executed as he had hoped, with his head still hurting, but it did make the human shriek with surprise, as he made his master topple over, now kneeling on top of him. “Seems like you’re getting careless, Bankei. Don’t turn your back on an enemy you haven’t killed, or something… Wasn’t that what you told me once?”, Ghiath laughed, making himself heavy on Bankei’s chest, his hands wrapped around his throat, but not pressing down. It was more to prove a point than to hurt him anymore. After all, he could already feel the human staring daggers into his back. Leaning down close to Bankei’s ear with a chuckle, he whispered something to him. “Getting attached to a human… I thought you were above something like that, Bankei… But he is cute. You’ve got to tell me everything. How did he even manage to capture your heart? I thought you locked that away in a box or something.”, a slight squeal followed, a very untypical sound for someone of Ghiath’s size, but he hadn’t been able to contain his happiness any longer. “To see you fall in love again… I think I haven’t seen that since we were children…”, he mumbled on, getting off of Bankei while struggling a little bit, flashing his teeth during a wide smile at Zahabia. “I’m counting that as a win for me. Just so you know.”, Ghiath waving a hand as he marched out of the fighting pit. “I’m also borrowing your bath. I’ll come find you later, so we can talk!”, he proclaimed, not even waiting for an answer as he marched back into the palace, straight towards Bankei’s room with his personal baths.

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Still grinning from ear to ear in a triumphant way, Bankei watched his little spectator rise from his seat to approach them. Now that it had been made clear who was the winner, the God took the blade away from Ghiath's throat, thumping the helebard with it's end on the ground only to let it vanish in golden smoke like it had been made. "You just never asked me if I could." He gave Zahabia a teasing grin. Somehow the way the human touched him made Bankei's chest feel so light and fluttery. He looked cute when he was so worried over the God's health. "Those? Just a few minor cuts. I'm fine." He reassured while studying a few of his minor cuts. Although he had a few of them, his body was aching from their training, but it was not to heal. Somehow Bankei only had eyes for his little dancer at the moment, so much that he forgot about their guest. He didn't notice Ghiath's looming presence from behind, not until those strong arms wrapped around him to pull him into a tackle. "HEY-WHA-" Bankei fought within Ghiaths grip before his feet were pulled off the ground. With a loud thud, both of the God's crashed to the floor. The impact combined with Ghiath's weight and strength pressed all the air out of Bankei's lungs for a moment until he had enough energy to fight and struggle beneath his friend. "Get off of me- you prick!" He groaned while thrashing with his arms and legs. Internally he cursed himself for not paying attention. His grin pulled into a irritated sneer at Ghiath's words that were merely a low whisper. "I ain't gonna tell you shit until you move your ass. Now cut this fuckery and move!" Bankei only thrashed around as at first, he couldn't belive what he heard. Bankei in love with Zahabias? His little human dancer? This couldn't be. To see you fall in love again... Those words stopped the God from struggling.

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He only tsked as he kept silent. He wanted to bite back, but somehow he couldn't argue all of a sudden. It didn't matter. Once Ghiath got off of him and took his leave towards the God's private baths so self explanatory, Ghiath gave him only a angry glance. "Fucking asshole." He grumbled a few more curses under his breath as he got up with a groan from the ground, quickly dusting off his clothes from the sand of the pit. "Come. We're going to your baths." Bankei declared, giving Zahabia a side glance before they made their way towards Zahabia's chambers. The bath there was still deep and wide enough to give the God enough room to be comfortable in the bath. Once he was stripped of his dirty clothes, he stepped inside, helping Zahabia inside as well. The hot water felt good on his skin. Bankei could feel how his body started to relax, but his mind could not. It was chaos. Bankei just couldn't stop thinking about Ghiath's words. Love... was it really that? @SirFüncelot

Zahabia barely understood a thing that was going on, but it probably had something to do with what they had discussed during their fight. Just with the few things he had heard Bankei say, he couldn’t make sense of it though. What wasn’t he going to tell him? He was curious, but he didn’t know if it was good for him to pry, seeing how much it irritated the god. Zahabia certainly didn’t want to put him in an even worse mood than he already was after this encounter, but he couldn’t help but be curious. Maybe after giving him some time to relax… Glad that Ghiath had left, Zahabia followed Bankei, sticking close to his side. He hadn’t been in his room since… Since quite a while, usually just going there to change before the banquets the god has had. It was strange going back there. Compared to Bankei’s chambers, everything seemed insignificant and small, but he didn’t complain like he would have done before. It didn’t really matter, and he was more focused on the god right now anyway. Glancing towards him while he stripped off his clothes, while doing the same. Zahabia wasn’t really in need of a bath, but he couldn’t just let Bankei enjoy himself, could he? He seemed distant, as if his mind was somewhere else entirely, even though Zahabia was right in front of him, sitting on his thighs like he had done so many times before, facing the god with curious eyes while he rubbed ointment on the few cuts and bruises he could see. He didn’t exactly like being ignored like this, and no matter how long he stared, Bankei didn’t seem to react in the slightest.

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Just what had they talked about, leaving him like this? Ghiath didn’t seem like a person to share any bad news, and judging from his expression before he’s had his fun. So what could have possibly led to this? Trailing his fingers across Bankei’s chest with a sigh, he placed a kiss next to the most prominent cut near his collarbone before placing his chin in the middle of his chest and looking up at him. “If you just keep ignoring me, you could have also bathed by yourself, you know…”, he mumbled, a slight annoyance evident in his voice, followed by a barely visible pout. “What got you thinking?”, he tried, meaning to not delve too deep right away, even if he was interested in knowing everything. Zahabia had to do this right to not make the god shut off completely. “He doesn’t seem like someone who can manage complicated topics. Your friend, I mean. So, having you all thoughtful about something he said… You're probably already thinking too much about it.”, he added, his fingers wandering up Bankei’s chest to his shoulder and starting to play with one of the loose strands of black hair there. Zahabia rested his head against the god’s chest, closing his eyes while waiting for any kind of answer, not really expecting much. Maybe it was some kind of secret between gods that a mortal couldn’t even comprehend? Though Ghiath wasn’t exactly very godlike, and Zahabia wasn’t quite sure if he truly was one or just pretending to stand on the same ledge as Bankei. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite his mind driving an absolute roller-coaster of emotions and questions, one of Bankei's hands found his little dancer's waist as Zahabia treated his wounds with some of the good smelling ointments. Still, with his thoughts at such pace, he found himself unable to relax. It was only when he felt his little human's kiss that his mind found it's way back to reality. "Nothing that your pretty little head has to worry about." Bankei gave Zahabia a head pat with his big hands. Seeing his little human laying against his chest like that, giving him something to focus on made it finally possible for the God to breathe and relax a bit. Those thoughts could wait for now, right? "Oh Ghiath?" Bankei raised an eye brow before he burst out into a short laughter. "He has more muscles and brain. If he thinks it's mostly with his dick." The God chuckled a bit before his expression softened into a small grin. "But he is a good guy. Trust me. A bit harsh sometimes, but his heart is in the right spot." While talking he let out a sigh, continuing to pat his little dancer. "You're probably right..." Bankei gave Zahabia a hint of a warm smile before his cocky grin returned. "Did you like what you saw during that little sparing session earlier? Sure you had a premium view from behind that pillar right? You could've just asked to watch from the start you know." Bankei teased his Zahabia with his confident grin and with pride swelled up chest. The hand from his dancer's head had wandered to settle on his dancer's upper back while the lower one began to make his way around to gently squeeze the human's thigh. Even with all those questions and thoughts in his head, the god just couldn't keep his hands off his little jewel. @SirFüncelot (edited)

Just a few weeks ago, he would have probably snapped at the god for that kind of comment, while stroking his head and hair, but right now… Zahabia didn’t mind it, even leaning into the touch while humming slightly. Of course, he had wanted a more clear answer, but he hadn’t expected to receive one right away. This just confirmed his theory that it was something that was none of his business. Maybe in regard to the citizens or Bankei’s realm by itself, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying to dig deeper. Even the characterization of Ghiath didn’t help much. Those were the kinds of things he already knew. It wasn’t too hard to read his friend after all. Besides thinking of him as a good guy. Zahabia wasn’t too sure about that yet, but his view of Bankei had changed a lot too… Maybe he just didn’t know him as well yet, because he kept avoiding him as much as possible. He wasn’t too sure if he wanted to change that approach, but with Bankei around… So far he hadn’t made him do anything with the humans he didn't want to while entertaining them, just letting him dance before claiming him as his own, so maybe it was the same now for Ghiath too? “I didn’t know what you would be doing…”, Zahabia mumbled, arching his back slightly into Bankei’s warm hands, while he snaked his arms around the god’s neck. “And I usually don’t enjoy fighting. It’s too bloody… But you made it seem easy, almost as beautiful as dancing.”, he added, noticing the second hand that was now resting on his thigh with a raised eyebrow. “Can’t keep your hands to yourself, can you, Bankei?”, Zahabia smirked, not stopping the god from doing so. Each touch made him feel special, because of how gentle they tended to be. The smirk turned into a smile as he stretched a bit to reach the god’s face, looking at him for a moment, before gently leaning in for a kiss. They had shared many.

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Most hungry and passionate, filled with desire while they spent the night together, but this one was by comparison just as gentle as Bankei’s touches, nothing more than their lips meeting for a short moment, before he pulled away, slowly opening his eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what’s bothering you? I’m not that well-educated, but at least my brain isn’t stuck between my legs.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing how Zahabias enjoyed his little pats only encouraged the God to give him a few more gentle rubs before his hands had continued to wander. His hand only continued to caress over his back as his little dancer made himself even more comfortable against his chest to snuggle with his arm even now wrapping around his neck. "I take it as a compliment then, coming from my precious little jewel..." Bankei couldn't help but grin a bit and at that note he only teasingly squeezed Zahabia's thigh more. "Why should I keep them by myself when there's something even more tempting to be caressed..." this time he bowed a bit more forward, his voice lowered into a teasing amd seductive whisper. He did all this to be a tease, but Bankei certainly didn't expect to be pulled even closer to the human's face before it all ended up in a sweet and warm kiss that made Bankei's heart flutter. He had learned to adore and savor the taste at any given moment. Their kiss ended way too soon as Bankei opened his four eyes again. Just as Zahabia wanted to reassure that he was alright, the God gently took his human's chin with one of his free hands and only proceeded to pull him into another kiss. Once again, he was able to taste those sweet lips, caressing them with his own for just a bit longer until he let them part again. "It's nothing big... really. Don't worry about it." Bankei reassured softly as he had opened his eyes to look at his little human. Their kiss had been... something else as the usual battle of tongues that always commenced. But in a way it felt... nice... @SirFüncelot

Bankei certainly was a hard nut to crack. But his soft words did ease his worries. Or at least made them move further into the back of his head, the kisses and touches shoving them there. They just felt too nice. Even if there was nothing sexual about it, the last days had made him learn to appreciate these kinds of touches a lot more, so having Bankei’s hand on his thigh was a rather nice thing to have. It felt reassuring to be told he was tempting even when he wasn’t trying. Like, Bankei was completely enamored by him… A thought that made his heart beat just a little bit faster. “Because I’m not doing the same, am I?”, Zahabia replied, smirking and moving slightly on Bankei’s lap to bring both of their chests closer together. “After all, you are quite tempting as well.”, he added, stretching himself further and joining in on the kissing. Bankei’s lips were just kind of addicting. Rough but soft at the same time, as well as unbelievably warm with a sweet taste to them, he couldn’t quite place. It was smokey but also like honey and milk, certainly nothing he had ever tried before, but it kept him wanting more and more, not able to stop himself from bringing their lips together again and again. Zahabia would worry about what had been occupying Bankei’s mind later. The sudden and rather loud knock on the bathroom door pulled him from the happy place he had delved into, making Zahabia flinch and hold onto Bankei a little bit tighter, expecting someone or something to burst in through the door at any given moment, but to his surprise, nothing like that happened. Instead, a familiar voice shouted through the door, as if Ghiath was able to look right through it. “Hurry up your fucking, Bankei! You’re not supposed to keep guests waiting!”, what followed was another impatient knock as well as more shouting.

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“Better make it quick, or I’m gonna help myself to your good wine and meat!”, heavy footsteps could be heard quickly moving away from the door until they vanished into nothingness, leaving Zahabia to sigh. He wasn’t sure if he would find anything he would be able to like about Bankei’s friend. He was just like a rough-hewn stone, rubbing him in all the wrong ways, even after reassurance that there were some likable aspects about him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zahabias words about temptation was what made Bankei grin against their lips as he savored his taste. He wanted to taste them over and over again, his arm on the human's lips keeping him close to his chest. It felt so good, their hearts beating so close together. The god had never wanted this moment to end... The startling loud knock on the door pulled both back into reality. A tint of anger dwelled up in his chest when he heard Ghiath's voice on the other side of the door. At least he didn't came barging in. His friends words made Bankei roll his eyes, an annoyed groan rumbling in his chest as he kept Zahabia still close. His own hand had obliviously tightened his grip as well. "Yes yes... and DON'T you dare your fucking glutton!" Bankei yelled after him through the door, pretty sure that he would've heard it. With another annoyed sigh and a small grin, he grabbed Zahabia's chin to pull him into one last kiss for now. Bankei would make sure to taste many more of them in the evening... "Come on. Let's hurry before he empties the whole palace." Bankei chuckled as he took Zahabia into his arms and got up and out of the bath. Both of them changed in Zahabia's room, both of them quickly dry with the help of a bit of the god's magic. After that, it was time for Bankei to chase after his friend before he really would eat the whole palace. It was not like this didn't happened before.

11:08 PM

The god found Ghiath sitting in one of the many lounging rooms near the open balcony, well rested on one of the longer lounging. Floors were covered in pillows and soft carpets, walls colorful through layers of delicate fabric. "Happy now you prick?" Bankei threw his hands up as he gave Ghiath a grin before dropping himself on another couch near him. Like a big cat he stretched himself out to lay sideways, waiting for the servants who arrived shortly after with 2 colorful waterpipes. This time, the concoction inside wasn't as strong as last time, but it would certainly lighten the mood. With still a more grim expression, Bankei took his mouth piece to take a pull of colorful smoke, exhaling it out of his nose into the air around him. "You better have a good explaination for all of this..." Bankei grumbled. Nonody should ever dare to hurry him in his bath with his precious jewel... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had wanted to stay like this a little bit longer, enjoying how good it felt to be close to the god, but stopping Ghiath from devouring everything edible seemed like something important to do as well. And he was certain to believe him in that regard. He looked like someone who wouldn’t just be able to do something like that, but would also do so out of pure spite. And it wasn’t like he wouldn’t have Bankei all to himself later on. It was just for a bit. He had managed that before, and he would manage to do so again. Pulling him down towards his face, Zahabia managed to steal one last kiss from the god before he left, leaving him to figure out what he would be doing now. For a moment, he just looked around his room, not finding anything particularly interesting inside of it, and leaving it soon after. He thought about going to the library, but he would be bored there too. Waiting for Bankei in his room would be nice, but he didn’t feel like napping either. It didn’t leave him with many options, until a thought crossed his mind, and he began beelining through the castle with a specific destination in mind. Stopping to grab a snack from the kitchen, Zahabia had made his way deeper into the palace, carrying a small golden tray with an assortment of fruit. He wasn’t entirely sure if Sheshadri would be able to eat any of the things he was carrying, but Bankei had assured him he was fed regularly, so hopefully it wasn’t that big of a problem. He would bring him something he would be able to enjoy the next time. Though carrying raw meat wasn’t something he was particularly fond of. As usual, the door to the treasury was left slightly ajar, making it easy for him to slip inside, mindful of the treasure piles. He should be allowed to touch them, but without Bankei here and after what happened the last time… It still left him a little bit uneasy, as he glanced around the room,

1:52 AM

trying to make out where the Naga could hide himself, but even though he knew what to look for, he wasn’t able to catch a glimpse of black between the gold, instead calling out his name, hoping that that would get him to come out.

Ghiath was already lounging on one of the cushioned stretchers, a bowl of grapes within arm's reach, occasionally putting one of the fruits into his mouth while waiting on Bankei. Depending on how long he would let him wait, he would ask the servants for more and more extravagant things to eat and drink, though it never came that far, because Bankei arrived rather quickly, to Ghiath’s own surprise. Maybe he had destroyed the mood by interrupting them like that… But he couldn’t possibly wait that long for his friend, could he? Grinning at the insult, he just shrugged it off, taking the pipe that was offered to him and taking a long drag, savoring the sweet but smokey taste in his mouth before exhaling, and turning to face Bankei. Ghiath threw another handful of grapes in his mouth, before finally speaking, the grin on his lips just widening. “You want an explanation from me?”, he raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “You are the one who has some explaining to do. When did that fling with the human start? I thought you were above any kind of attachment.” Resting one of his elbows on his thigh, Ghiath leaned in closer, keeping a close eye on Bankei to not miss out on anything while he probed deeper. “And don’t try to wiggle your way out of that, Bankei. I do have eyes!”, he added, his voice getting unusually serious. This was an important topic, and he wanted Bankei to be honest with him and tell him everything to sate his curiosity. “So… Do you want to keep telling me that there is nothing going on between you and that human? What was his name? Zambia? You know who I mean. With the greedy mouth and the even greedier hole.”, Ghiath smirked, obviously hinting at the last banquet, meaning to drive Bankei mad once again, just by mentioning it, which had gone rather well before. “You can’t hide that from me, Bankei. I see how you look at him, all wide-eyed, basically kneeling and kissing his feet if he asks you to do so.

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You even gave him a sapphire necklace, and parad him around like you were attached at the hip. So, I’m asking you, since when has this been a thing, and why didn’t you tell me?”, Ghiath switched from stern to slightly disappointed, giving Bankei even a slight pout to show his disapproval. Usually he was the first to know such things, so if Bankei hadn’t told him about this… Ghiath didn’t know what the reason for that could possibly be, but he was determined to find out what had brought this distrust upon him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hidden beneath the piles of gold, tge Naga had curled himself up below the piles of gold. The floor was nice and warm against the cool black scales of his body. Part of him was still digesting his lunch. A nice little nap was just what he needed until he heard the steps of someone entering. As soon as Zahabia called out the Naga's name, Sheshadri made his way through the golden piles, few of the erupting from the movement beneath until the Naga's upper body seemingly popped up out of nowhere behind an unexpectedly close pile of gold. His eyes lit up with excitement, a smile forming on the Naga's face. "Pretty thief!" Sheshadri approached him a bit slower than he would usually do, part of his tail wrapping around Zahabia's waist so he could feel his warmth. His eyes fell immediately onto the familar sapphire necklace and the bowl of fruit in his hand. "Shiny... fruit." The Naga was clearly happy to see his favorite human as he now couldn't contain himself from hugging the human from behind...

Seeing how Ghiath was grinning at Bankei made the god only roll his eyes. Of course his best friend always got what he wanted. Bankei had just laid back with a small groan, seemingly preparing for a more relaxed talk, trying to distract himself from that odd question earlier until Ghiath started to ask anew. "What? No! God do you seriously think that I- there is nothing going on." Bankei groaned rather annoyed at this question. He could feel his heart begin to lightly quicken as his grip around the mouth pipe tightened without his knowing. "And? You also have a brain and don't use it as often as you should." The God couldn't hold back a small faked snort, trying to distract from this weird topic. He didn't care for Zahabia in any romantic way. He was the God's boy toy, a mere servant who just did excellent work. It was all just buisness. "There is nothing going on! What even makes you think that? He's a human!" Bankei grew exponentially more annoyed at any word that left his friends lips. Ghiath's words only seemed to make it all worse. "I am not hiding anything! I am not in love, and I didn't tell you anything because there is nothing to be told here for Ashwa's sake!" At the end that God was almost screaming. He didn't like those questions. Because his answers felt so wrong to say. It was as if his heart was begging him to say something else, to be honest. But Bankei stayed convinced, sitting up on his couch as he glared daggers into his oh so stupid stupid friend... @SirFüncelot

The sudden shifting of the gold was still something he had to get used to. As well as the sheer size of the Naga as he began to slowly surface himself, seemingly happy to see him. At least he wasn’t trying to eat him again. That was a good thing. Not that he had thought that would happen… Well… Maybe a bit, because feeling the muscular tail wrap around him without warning made him flinch a little, but it didn’t hurt this time around. It felt more like a very firm but nice hug, especially because Sheshadri’s scales were warm to the touch. “Yes…”, Zahabia was slightly startled at the sudden display of affection, fearing he would topple over with Sheshadri on his back, but he held them both upright during the slightly awkward hug, Zahabia could just return by gently petting the Naga’s arm on his chest. “I wasn’t sure if you could eat any of this.”, he added, gesturing with his eyes towards the tray with fruit he was still holding. “Take what you like.”, with a crooked smile, he offered it to him, unsure what to do now. In his head, this scenario had gone a little bit differently. With less hugging and him talking less like an awkward teenager. But… That wasn’t the case anymore, and he better did the best he could with what he had been handed. Otherwise… What even would have been the point of his visit? “You’ve known ma- Bankei for a while, haven’t you?”, Zahabia started off, not taking any time to slow down, getting straight to the point as he sat down, the tray now resting on the ground, easily reachable for the both of them. To sooth his nerves a little bit, he began peeling an orange, occupying himself with meticulously removing the white strings from each of the pieces before eating it.

Watching Bankei get more and more worked up the more questions he asked was certainly the most amusing thing he had watched in quite a while. It just made his grin widen, as he kept on staring at him, his head resting on two of his arms, while he dragged on his water pipe. This certainly proved to be a lot more entertaining than he had thought. When was the last time he was able to poke this much fun at Bankei? Probably not since they were children. Bankei had always been rather prudish and boring in that regard. At least in Ghiath’s opinion. Not involved in any affairs and romances… It had been time someone managed to melt his heart, even though he wouldn’t have thought the feisty human would manage to do so. He hadn’t struck him as the romantic type, either. Oh… Was this what this was about? A one-sided-love? Maybe… But if the human had already rejected Bankei, he wouldn’t be here anymore. So… This went a little bit over Ghiath’s head, so he didn’t try to keep on thinking about what could possibly be going on, instead wanting to hear it from Bankei, who could tell him a lot more than he could ever imagine. If he just wouldn’t be as stubborn… Maybe he should have started with wine. Wine would loosen his tongue and make him a lot more talkative. But until Bankei reached that point… Ghiath wouldn’t be able to think clearly anymore, either. “There have been enough incidents in our history of someone falling for a human. Entire empires have to thank a fool like you for even existing in the first place. So don’t come at me with shit like ‘He’s just a human!’”, Ghiath did his best to impersonate Bankei, but dragged his words into something very comical and maybe even too dramatic, before he continued. “If he were just like any other human you’ve kept around yourself the last centuries, you wouldn’t keep him all to yourself.” Ghiath leaned in closer, eyes fixed on Bankei’s face, as he exhaled a plume of smoke, before he added more.

6:14 AM

“Either you would have already gotten rid of him, or you would at least let your guests have a piece of him too. And I’m not talking about me.”, stretching himself to sprawl out more on the cushioned chair, he raised an eyebrow at his friend. “I’m not telling you what you can and cannot do, but this is something new. You haven’t done that for anyone before him. You are also a lot more lenient. Letting him hug and kiss you out in the open? Carrying him around like a princess? At the very least, you have gotten soft, Bankei.” The usual smirk appeared on his lips, sure that he either would bring Bankei to combustion any moment or get what he wanted. Both things were fine with him. A heated fist fight was something they hadn’t had in quite a while. Especially because of an argument. Though Ghiath also wouldn’t mind being right with his observations and having Bankei tell him that. It was very nice for his ego, and he certainly didn’t want to miss out on it. “Also… If he’s just some random dancer… Why are you getting so heated about this, your majesty? I’m just spouting baseless accusations… Who would lose their cool over something like that? Unless…”, Ghiath grinned, placing the mouthpiece down on the table, as he moved closer to Bankei. “Someone has fallen in love?”, once again, he dragged the words apart as much as possible, his voice nearly sounding sickly sweet while he pursed his lips at the end, moving closer towards him, attempting to give him a wet kiss on the lips. “If you aren’t… You don’t mind this, do you? And the little human won’t either, right? Or aren’t you telling him if you spend the night with someone else? Do you think he may get upset?”, Ghiath had stood up, basically leaning on top of Bankei. Two hands grabbing onto his upper arms, while the other two cupped his face unusually gently, tilting his head for a better kissing position. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The Naga's mouth had already started to water at the sight and sweet smell of those luscious pieces of fruit on the plate. When Zahabia offered to him, the Naga immediately stole himself of Honeydew melon over the human's shoulder before slightering around him to curl up on his own tail. With himself snuggled onto his stomach, he bit into the fruit with his sharp fangs, enjoying the golden taste of his sweet treat. While doing so, rest of his tail coiled around behind Zahabia, almost pulling him down to take a seat as well. Sheshadri was quickly done with his piece before he quickly reached over to snatch another piece of watermelon and dug in. Sweet juice ran down his fingers, making his hands all sticky. Inbetween few bites, the Naga took one hand off the piece of fruit to lick his hand clean of all the liquid gold, but stopped mid act as Zahabia asked him that question. Sheshadri only nodded in response "Bankei...kind... gives...food... shiny... warmth..." The Naga spoke slowly with a small smile as he kept himself occupied between pauses with his third big slice of fruit...

While hopefully bringing the point clear on the table, Ghiath's grin as he watched Bankei rant on only made him even more furious. His friend just knew exactly how to push the god's buttons to get him to combust. Bankei only rolled his eyes at Ghiath's imitation of voice, taking another drag of his own pipe as he tried to avoid his friend. It didn't help that Bankei couldn't get rid of that odd feeling that Ghiath maybe wasn't even all that wrong. This was the worst part of it all... Bankei only stayed silent at Ghiath's words, scoffing and rolling his eyes in denial but all the refusal was stuck in his throat. He only coughed a bit when his friend blew that direct cloud of smoke into his face. But once again, Bankei's words pierced through him like a spear. You have gotten soft, Bankei... Bankei could feel his teeth elongate with a low guttural growl rumbling in his chest. "I have not gotten soft for anyone." He replied sharply, glaring over to him as he now sat up on edge. With slightly more widened eyes Bankei watched now with a feel of almost terror and overwhelming emotion how Ghiath pinned him beneath him onto the couch. His heart felt like it was about to combust. The rage, the confusion, all of those emotions seemed to boil over all at once... "ENOUGH!" Bankei snapped at Ghiath, tearing one of his arms free as he send his friend flying against one of the nearby marble pillars with a fling of golden magic. "I am DONE with this!" Bankei couldn't stop himself from yelling at his friend when he jumped off his seat, glaring and fuming with rage before he stormed out of the door with heavy thumping steps. The god wasn't able to think clear in this moment.

12:23 PM

He left Ghiath and stormed through the palace, away from Ghiath, away from those excruciating questions. He needed air. He needed time to breathe. The golden doors to the luscious gardens flew open with a swing as Bankei stormed over the stone path, between all those exotic plans and trees. It was already night, a starry one at that. Moonlight and several torches on the ground dunked the whole garden in a mysterious eery light. The god kept walking and walking until he had found a bench below a rather nice ornamented gazebo. Storming towards it, accompanied by a loud frustrated grunt, one of his fists slammed into the side of one of those pillars. The crackling sound spread through the whole gazebo, making it shake but it still stood through some sort of wonder when Bankei broke down onto the bench. With his face in his hands he just sat there, trying to calm his racing heart and mind. Ghiaths words were too accurate, too real. The god couldn't allow himself to loose his heart for a simple mortal dancer. As if his family ever cared, but still. Bankei had standards. Standards with seductive hips, a beautiful smile and even sweeter moans. Until now, Bankei hadn't even realizes how hard Eros bow had struck him, but now that all those questions had been asked. Since he'd left his home, his realm and family, it was the first time that the god, Bankei felt truly like a lost and miserable case... @SirFüncelot

It was strange to get pulled onto Sheshadri’s tail, but it was surprisingly comfortable. Like a weirdly shaped, but oddly comfortable chair. Certainly a lot better than any of the gold piles could have been, so Zahabia didn’t complain, curiously watching the Naga devour the melon. It was a bit messy, but he seemed to enjoy himself, and Zahabia was glad that he had brought something he seemed to like. He hadn’t been sure what to expect from this. Sure… Sheshadri’s speaking was limited, but there had to be something he knew, right? From before he had gotten here? Or had he been the wrong one to ask? Zahabia just hadn’t been sure if Suraja would have answered all of these questions or if she would have given him some nonsense and then reported back to Bankei. Why exactly he expected this encounter with Sheshadri to be different from that, he wasn’t entirely sure. “Do you know what he does?”, Zahabia added, eating the last pieces of his orange, not able to distract himself with it any longer, therefore returning his focus to the task at hand. “He rules over this place, but… Is that all he does? Are there other kingdoms like his around here? From humans or gods? Do you think he would have to fight any of them?” Why was he even doing this? Talking to what was basically an overgrown snake… Yet, it did feel strangely comforting, slowly voicing the concerns he’s had since Bankei had been so mysterious before. Maybe it wasn’t as dumb as he thought it was.

Maybe… he had gone a little bit too far. But of course, like always, he didn’t realize that until his back collided with the pillar on the other side of the room. Ghiath groaned as he hit the floor beneath it, only able to follow Bankei with his eyes, as he stormed off. He sighed, slowly picking himself off of the floor, stretching his back, already feeling all the aches from their fight before as well as this hit now… He made a mental note to complain to his friend when he had calmed down a little bit, but now… Ghiath gave him approximately one minute until he got up on his feet, snatching another one of those delicious red apples from the fruit platter as a snack on the way before following his friend. Really… There could just be one place he would be at. He was too furious to look at the stars, and he hadn’t made him cry since they were children, so he most likely wasn’t sulking in his bed either, leaving only one place for Bankei to be at. He could already hear him take out his anger on some poor piece of architecture, just rolling his eyes at him for that. If Bankei would be just as open with all of his emotions as he was with his anger… It would certainly prevent some of his sorrows… Ghiath sighed, tossing the core of the apple in one of the bushes, as he carefully approached his friend, remaining a little bit away from him, just watching. Bankei was in a miserable state, right now, and he did feel a little bit bad for taking it this far. But he also regretted not being able to finish his teasing. He’s had so much more on his mind…

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He probably won’t continue with that right now, though. Maybe if the situation had turned a little bit less serious, he could use it to brighten Bankei’s mood again. “Hey, blockhead… Calmed down a little bit?”, he asked softly, gently even, as he slowly approached, putting a warm hand to Bankei’s shoulder. “Sorry… I guess I went too far…”, Ghiath shrugged and mumbled this, not liking to admit that he had been the one in the wrong. “But I didn’t know you were that much in denial…” His words were followed by a short pause as he just looked down at him. Bankei looked slightly broken, not making it much easier for him to not feel utterly bad and miserable for what he had just said and done… “Do you want to talk about it? I can also just try to listen… You know I’m not good at that, but I’m your bestest friend. I just want the best for you. And if that is you being hopelessly in love with a human, then I’m supporting that wholeheartedly, alright?”, Ghiath added for clarification purposes, squeezing Bankei’s shoulder slightly, while waiting on some kind of response. Either he would get thrown against another pillar or… “You can even have a hug if you want.”, he offered after approximately two seconds, not wanting to risk getting thrown around again. To underline his offer, he opened his lower pair of arms wider, ready to embrace and comfort Bankei if he needed it. “I won’t even tell anyone if you cry against my chest. So no need to hold back. You know you can let it all out with me. I don’t judge.”, he couldn’t help but add one little tease, making sure to return to his more serious tone right after. “Just… Maybe don’t throw me against any more things. I can just take that many beatings from you in one day.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The Naga's talons reached for the last giant piece of melon, leaving one left for the human to take. Sheshadri's golden eyes were fixed on the human as he proceeded to ask more questions. Most of it didn't even make sense, the confusion mirroring in his empty eyes. "Bankei... Ruler... strong..." He only spoke carefully before downing the piece. After he was done his body slithered around Zahabia's back, laying flat on the bigger curls surrounding the human. With a happy and content chitter, the Naga closed his eyes while resting his chin on his crossed arms, fulfilled from the fruit and happy to have his favorite human spending time with him...

The god's thoughts only seemed to spiral down deeper and deeper the longer he thought about all the things that were happening in his heart and mind. God this was all giving him a headache, but again, right now it was impossible to forget those beautiful dark eyes, that soft green hair, those tempting lips and gentle touches that were seemingly the only thing the god wanted in his existence. Before his thoughts could drag him down deeper into the rabbit hole, he was gladly interrupted by that familiar roaring, yet now unexpectedly gentle tone of voice from his friend. Bankei didn't spare him a single glance as he just kept his head rested into that hand of his. He let Ghiath take the place besides him, still not sparing him a second glance but also not pulling away at that soft and firm buy gentle touch on his shoulder. Usually the god would have enough energy to fire something back at his friend, but in this moment Bankei only remained silent during that pause. Only after Ghiath's offer to listen the god considered to speak, but he didn't until Ghiath squeezed him close by his shoulder to that giant chest. "I don't know what to do." Bankei's voice was unusual silent, the defeat and despair definitely notable. "Eversince... over those last two weeks... even before I- I can't get him out of my mind. The way he speaks my name, those eyes when he looks at me..." He let out a sigh to pause, trying to collect himself again as those words seemingly came directly from his heart. It was the first time admitting those thoughts to anyone openly which made the god feel unexpectedly shy.

3:17 PM

Nothing of it was quickly left though at the added comment of hugs and crying into his best friends shoulder. As a response and with an angry side glance, he only rammed one of his elbows more lightly into his stomach. "It's driving me mad." He groaned as if nothing just happeened and continuing as normal, only now Bankei lifted his head up to first look up at the stars before a scoff wandered over his lips. This was ridiculous... "Say Ghiath, have I lost my mind?" With those words, Bankei looked over to his friend, the sarcasm or warning gaze being gone. Only now the despair behind those golden eyes, the sadness and confusion was visible behind that crooked small smile... @SirFüncelot

He hadn’t expected to receive much information from Sheshadri, but at least a little bit… Would that have been asked too much? Well… This didn't help to calm his worries. He already knew that Bankei was strong, probably much stronger than any human could ever be, but it still left him worried. Why wasn't he telling him what he was discussing with Ghiath? If it wasn’t that important… Maybe they were just discussing another of their orgies? But the god had promised to tell him about such events in advance, and Zahabia had voiced his dislike for participating in any activities like that with Ghiath again. It just wasn’t… He enjoyed being with Bankei a lot more. He made him feel good all over and every time, which was something he hadn’t really had before, so… No one could blame him for indulging in that, could they? With a sigh, Zahabia leaned back in the curls of the Naga's tail, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He could feel his body relaxing, enjoying how warm the snake skin felt around him. It was… comfortable and… kind of secure. Maybe he should just forget about all of those worries. Maybe Bankei was right, and he shouldn't worry his pretty little head about complicated things like that… After all, he was just supposed to look pretty and be enjoyable and not interfere with important things like that. But… It was just so easy to forget where he was supposed to stand around Bankei. He kind of made him feel like an… equal? As weird as that was… Stretching, he rolled a bit onto his side, extending an arm to gently ruffle Sheshadri’s hair, trying to scratch his chin, as he had been shown he liked it. He would just stay here for the time being. Maybe until dinner or until tomorrow, depending on whether he would be able to fall asleep or not. If Bankei needed him… He always had a way of finding him. Probably because of the strange magic chain around his neck.

8:41 PM

The chain… Even that, he didn't mind as much as he used to. Probably because it hadn’t been used to punish him again. Or maybe because it put him closer to the god? After all, he was kind of attached to him because of it, wasn't he? Shaking his head, he tried to take his mind off all of this by petting Sheshadri, eyes closed and finally calming down a bit, even though none of his questions had been answered yet.

For a change Ghiath truly just listened, squeezing the shoulder of his friend a little bit while humming along with his words. This was… Well… He had been pretty sure there was something going on, but now hearing what was going on inside of Bankei… It made everything so much clearer. Still… He was an idiot for not realising what he had gotten himself into sooner. How could one be this powerful and observant, yet when it was something that involved his own heart he was this oblivious. But… As if Ghiath could speak from experience. He wouldn’t say he'd ever been in love. Sure there were more than enough people he fancied, hut love… He didn’t need that and Bankei had probably thought the same way. Just… Love wasn’t something one could control. It was entirely out of their hands, which made this complicated to begin with. Seeing Bankei like this… Hopeless, kind of broken… Ghiath wasn’t sure if he had ever seen him like this. Even all those years ago he had put up a tough act, but now… A mere human made him fight with desperation? Under other circumstances he would have probably laughed at him for that, but right now he couldn’t. He hated seeing his friend miserable and even if it wasn’t usually his strong suit he wanted to at least try his best to make him feel better. As much as he was able to. "You haven't. Not any more than usual anyway.", he finally answered, patting Bankei’s shoulder while he talked, trying to make sense of this and offering some advice. Any advice, because apparently bedding the human over and over again wasn’t enough anymore. "But I don't know what to tell you either besides saying that you haven't lost your mind and aren't going insane either. I guess you've fallen for the human's charm. We can't change that and if ignoring it didn’t help either…", he trailed off leaning his head back to look at the stars as well. They surely were beautiful tonight… "I would say you have two options:

8:45 PM

Either try getting rid of him and bury those feelings wherever you've kept your heart these past centuries or, what I would suggest and prefer, try to win that little fierce wildcat over.", he chuckled, a grin spreading on his lips as he imagined Bankei trying his best to woo the human. It made him want to stay around a little bit longer just to get to witness that, but he would probably get thrown out before and… Well… As much as he wanted to clear out Bankei's entire royal kitchen, he probably had done enough damage for the next few weeks. "He doesn't seem to dislike you as much, considering that you aren't constantly bickering anymore. Or he's gotten very good at hiding it, which I doubt." "And I've met no one who's been able to resist your charm. Just look at you!", as I to underline this statement he poked a finger against Bankei’s well-defined chest. At least appearance wise he certainly wasn't lacking in any way possible. But his personality… Ghiath liked it, but sometimes… Bankei just didn't strike him as the very romantic type, which made sense. With the snap of a finger he could have nearly everyone. There had been no reason to do so this far, so he may need a little bit of help. Good that he was a well-traveled man, spending countless days among the humans knowing every little bit about what made their fragile little hearts beat faster. With that there just was no other way but for Zahabia to grow even more attached to Bankei too! “We’ve just got to work a little bit on your skills on how exactly one woo’s one of those little humans. They have some weird customs regarding that. Kinda like birds, just that there are a lot more steps involved than just some stupid ass dance.”, Ghiath explained, nodding his head, while he vividly remembered all the strange customs he had witnessed so far. Human’s certainly were strange, but if this helped Bankei out he would tell him all about the strange things they did when trying to win someone over.

8:45 PM

Because if he did that… There just was no way for the dancer to resist Bankei like that any longer. “So… Do you want to do that or do you want to keep nuzzling into my chest like a little crybaby and suffer through all of that, because you don’t have the ass to swoop that little doll right from his feet?”

8:45 PM

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A sigh of relief went through the god's lips as Ghiath's words of comfort reached him. Bankei knew that his friend was for once trying to actually help him feel better, but somehow, the god was still holding doubts, something quite unusual for this usual confident and charismatic entity. "And how am I supposed to do that? I'm pretty sure he cant stand me since the shit from the banquet..." Bankei looked away again, almost a bit shy and even regretful at his actions. But somehow Ghiath still managed to get a small amused grin out of him with that poke on his chest and that stupid comparison from humans to birds. His thick skinned friend just knew how to cheer him up as well as how to annoy him. "Okay! Fine!" Bankei threw his hands in the air almost dramatically with a sigh after that little pep talk. "I just- what am I supposed to do? Shower him in gold like every mortal wishes?" He looked over at Ghiath, gesturing with his hands in front of him and an expression of confusion on his face. Bankei was definitely not the romantic type. Everything he wanted was only one snap of his fingers away. Winning someone over to get a person to like him was nothing he did often. It was nothing he ever had to do. Somehow it made the god nervous just thinking about it. @SirFüncelot

“If he truly can’t stand you, he wouldn’t be glued to you like that…”, Ghiath replied with a roll of his eyes, slightly annoyed at how doubtful Bankei was right now. This surely was a side he’d never witnessed his friend display before, and it itched him to make fun of him because of that, but that wasn’t what he was here for. He meant to cheer him up and make him resolve all of this, and not worsen his mood even further. And at least did his friend seem to finally get that after preparing him a little bit more. “I guess that’s a way?”, Ghiath started, not entirely sure himself if that would also be an option. Humans certainly enjoyed riches, so… Maybe it would at least help a little bit? “Show him that you’re considerate of him. That he’s not just there to fuck you and stuff.”, he added after a short pause he had spent rethinking everything he knew about humans, staring at Bankei with his brows furrowed and one hand grabbing his chin. “Give him some gifts. From what I saw, humans get each other rings and stupid amounts of flowers.”, Ghiath continued, humming quietly as he thought about it more, trying his best to remember as much as possible, but obviously struggling with it. He, too, had never courted a human, and could only go off of the things he had seen them do with each other. “They also get like special fancy food or something and feed that to each other as if they are infants. I’m not sure what’s up with that, but it’s not so bad if it gets you, your little darling.”, Ghiath grinned, gently pushing his elbow against Bankei’s chest in a teasing manner. “So… Just be your charming self, give him something nice, eat with him and, I guess, don’t fuck right away for once?”, he summarized all of his advice again while intently watching Bankei to see his reaction. It didn’t sound that hard, and it was just a human, after all.

8:31 AM

They were such simple beings… That they even had some sort of courtship ritual was surprising to him. “Do you think you can manage that, or do I need to hold your hand, while you charm him out of his pants?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite the god feeling a slight bit of doubt about himself, Ghiath had a good point. Zahabia wouldn't go through so much effort just to win the gods favor after all that happened right? He was acting way too generous, almost happy even. At the comment about how simple human relationships worked, Bankei rolled his eyes. "Yes I know you meathead. I'm not stupid." He replied with a hint of annoyance. Bankei had witnessed some romantic relationships amongst humans. How affectionate they were to each other, they way they looked each other into the eyes and how often they expressed their love in such generous ways. It felt odd to display such affection so openly. It was different as the culture of the God. Seemed like Bankei would have to get creative. With his gaze that had been trailing off again, Bankei looked back at Ghiath who gave him this crooked grin. "I'll break every fucking finger of yours if you only dare thinking about that." Bankei glared at him in a playfully almsost challenging way in combination with a grin that soon faded again a bit. "But I guess it's worth a try." He shrugged before looking back at Ghiath's grin. That stupid crooked and snarky grin that made the god laugh ever since they were little children. Ghiath was truly Bankei's best and undoubtedly closest friend. "Thanks... Ghiath." Bankei gave his friend a unusual warm smile with a good pat on the back. "Guess there's more up there between those ears than just pure muscle." He added with a mischevous grin and a small laughter, despite his mind running on a Rollercoaster about how to make his little dancer really fall for him... @SirFüncelot (edited)

Ghiath chose to ignore the friendly bickering and name-calling. He was used to it already, and it showed him that Bankei was slowly becoming himself again. Seeing him all beaten down and listless… It wasn’t exactly what he liked to see from him, and being able to fix that made him rather happy. Now his plan just had to work out, because if the human turned Bankei down… Ghiath wasn’t sure if he would be able to cheer him up again in that case. But… There was just no way that pesky little dancer could resist someone like Bankei for long, right? After all, he was everything a human could wish for. “Then go! Before he decides to go to bed without you, all sad and lonely!”, Ghiath began shoving Bankei slightly to get him going. It was getting late, and now that he had built up his friend's courage, he didn’t want to see all of it get wasted just because Bankei decided to linger around him. He couldn’t run away from this, and if Ghiath had to, he would drag Bankei to his little dancer by one of his stupid chains and lock them up in a room together until this issue was resolved. “And… You can thank me when you two are all over each other and stuff and my plan works out.”, he added, elbowing Bankei a little bit more to finally get him to stand up and get moving. They’ve had more than enough heart-to-heart talk for the next few years. He didn’t want to hear any more of that. “You think he’s already waiting for you, sprawled out on your bed, arms and legs wrapped around your pillow because you left him alone the entire day? Maybe he’s pouting and doesn’t want to see you?”, Ghiath suggested, despite not knowing the human too well, but he certainly gave off the impression as if he would monopolize Bankei if he could. Have his eyes just rest on him and him alone. Maybe that would help, though he also seemed very stubborn.

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So… Ghiath was already very excited to see how everything turned out, and he was already considering extending his stay here just so he wouldn’t miss out on anything because Bankei probably wouldn’t tell him everything even if he asked later on. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

That little talk was what the god had needed. But now, Bankei's head was pondering with all sorts of ideas for how he could gain Zahabia's true favor. Should he get him more clothes? More jewlery from his collection? An even bigger feast for the two? His pondering went on until he felt his friend shoving him up a bit. He was about to protest but after another hard push he got on his feet, looking back at his friend who just kept talking and babbling for the sake of motivating him. "Alright- Alright I'll go!" Bankei groaned as another one of those shoves made the god almost trip. He only rolled his eyes at his friend's playful suggestion with that bickering elbow. With that last comment Bankei only scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Either way, you're not the one to find that out yet." With a small teasing glance, the god reached out into the air in front of them, tearing and splitting the air apart into almost broken glass like shards. The rift opened wider and wider until it was big enough for Ghiath to fit through. "Alright my friend, I think I can handle it from here. No need to hold hands anymore." With those rather light hearted words, Bankei quickly slipped behind Ghiath to push him towards the portal which was not that easy given what a massive mountain of muscles his friend was. Despite his plans, Bankei still felt a bit guilty to just send Ghiath back home like that. But he knew that he would see his friend sooner or later again. For now, his plan to win his little jewel's heart had to work... @SirFüncelot

Satisfied, as Bankei finally began moving, Ghiath followed right behind him, already preparing to push his friend further should he decide to stop somewhere else again. He wouldn’t let all of this go to waste just because Bankei got cold feet. With his ego, there was no real reason to feel ashamed or embarrassed, though I was slightly adorable to see him worried like this. It just wasn’t like him to react like that... But Ghiath had no problem to push him in the right direction with as much force as he needed, and maybe even a little bit more. Or so he thought because as he wanted to start exactly that, he got interrupted by something unexpected. Bankei... opened up... a portal? Slightly confused, Ghiath just watched for a few seconds, the words that reached his ears nor entirely making sense until the splintering glass opened up further and further, revealing a rather familiar oasis in the middle of the desert. Gritting his teeth, he shot his friend a rather angry look, crossing all four arms in front of his chest like a pouting child. "That can't be it, Bankei...", Ghiath began to complain, fighting against the pushing of the other god. "After all I've done for you, and you just throw me out like this?", he added, unable to resist the force much longer, slowly getting moved into the portal. Sure, he could have fought against it a lot more, but... Ghiath knew that they both needed time and his start with the human had been more than a little bit rough, so... Poking his head through the strange shimmering mirror one final time, he fixed Bankei with his eyes, squinting slightly before saying a final thing and then vanishing while the strange glass shards closed itself back up. "Don't take your time! I'll be back sooner than you think, and you don't want me to tell your little dancer that you've fallen head over heels for him!"

Zahabia hadn’t even realized that he had fallen asleep until he was woken up by the slight rumbling of his stomach. Somehow he had ended up curled up among Sheshadri’s tail, that covered him like a strange blanket, but had kept him surprisingly warm. He stirred, carefully trying to not wake the Naga even though he was pretty sure he wouldn't manage that considering he had to free himself from his coils as well as climb out from among them, but... He at least tried his best, intending to allow him to get right back to sleep after thanking him for spending the day with him and promising to return soon to maybe share some more fruits and stories like they had done today. After giving him another head scratch, Zahabia left, making sure the door was left a bit open, as he made his way through the empty hallways. It was a little bit scary. He never had been out this late. At least not on his own. Usually he was with Bankei because the only times he had to get around this late in the evening was after the banquets. So walking on his own now... Not that he was scared or anything, but it was vastly different from walking with someone like the god at his side, where he knew nothing would happen to him. Zahabia tried to not think too much about it, just walking a little bit faster than he usually did to get to Bankei’s room, glad as he finally did, just to find it empty. Had the god forgotten about him? Usually he came to look for him as well if they hadn't seen each other for some time, but he was probably drinking and talking with Ghiath... Curling up on the bed, it felt massive with just him laying in it. Even if he tried he wouldn't be able to reach both ends, and usually with the god around it didn’t feel that empty, but right now...

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By the gods... How could he miss him already? They had seen each other just a few hours ago, and now he was sulking because they hadn't eaten dinner together? There had been a time when that had been normal, but now that it had started to become their routine... Zahabia couldn’t help but miss it. He probably just had to get used to it... Bankei wouldn't treat him like this forever, so it was better to not keep his hopes too high. Maybe he should just try to sleep more... That would shut the strange feeling inside his chest up. It was the same feeling that felt comforted as he snuggled closer to one of the bigger pillows the god usually slept on. With his nose buried into it, he thought he could faintly smell the sweet scent of honey and spices that reminded him just so much more of Bankei. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite Ghiaths obvious dissaproval, Bankei managed to get his friend into the portal. "Oh don't be so dramatic now." Bankei couldn't hide a small mischievous grin as he pushed his friend towards the desert of the other side of that rift. Ghiath knew how to find his way home. Afterall, what were friends for without a bit of teasing here and there. Just as the god had expected the portal to close, that squinting look on Ghiath's face made him roll his eyes, a small grin stuck to his lips even after the rift had closed again as he went to leave the garden. The god knew that he had something to prepare... The evening went on and so did the god's preparations. Everything had went smoothly so far. The food had been prepared, the pillows set. Bankei grinned in satisfaction at that beautifully assembled display. Now all he had to do was to go get Zahabia. With every step he took down those twisted stairs, the nervousness inside of the god's chest grew. His heart was beating faster just at the thought of Zahabia's reaction to his little plan. After opening one more golden pair of doors, he found himself back in his room. Just as he had closed them again to turn around, he immediately spotted his little dancer all curled up on one of his giant pillows. Careful not to let his jewlery and small trinkets jingle too much, the god walked over to the bed, watching the human sleep so peaceful. It almost hurt to wake his little human from that slumber... "Zahabia..." one of his hands gave the human a small nudge before slowly gliding over those perfectly curved hips. Bankei could not even take his eyes off him in that moment. This human had truly stolen his heart... @SirFüncelot

Despite just having slept, Zahabia managed to fall asleep again. Mostly due to the boredom and because Bankei was nowhere to be seen. He probably had forgotten about him or something... Zahabia would complain to him in the morning, or at least was that what he had planned. Now that he was sleeping, though... Something warm was caressing him. Something nice that rested on his body, leaving behind a tingling sensation while he slowly stirred awake. Groaning, Zahabia moved against whatever warm thing laid on his hips, curling himself further into a ball while his eyes fluttered open. He needed a moment to adjust to the darkness again, and even then it was hard to make anything out besides those glimmering golden eyes that looked down at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. "Bankei?", he asked quietly, sounding confused, as he stretched and yawned like a cat, before sitting himself up. He still looked a bit sleepy, hair messy and clothes not entirely where they were supposed to because he just laid down in whatever he had worn during the day, not expecting to fall asleep but greet the god pretty soon. Apparently he had been wrong about that, judging how he looked and felt right now, but he discarded the thought, extending both of his arms to wrap them around Bankei’s neck, pulling himself closer until both of their faces were just mere inches apart. "You left me waiting... I thought you would come and find me, but I had to walk here all on my own...", he complained quietly, frowning, before closing his eyes and placing their lips on each other for a short and sweet kiss. "Did you bring food?", was what he added, still remaining firmly attached to the god, enjoying how warm his skin felt against his own. He had missed this... He had missed Bankei... And for once... He didn’t dislike this kind of thought. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god seemed almost fascinated by seeing his little jewel slowly awake from his slumber. A part of him was dissapointed to not having been able to enjoy his view just a bit longer. Bankei only backed off a bit once Zahabia sat up, a look of small surprise on his face as the human wrapped his arms around his neck to pull him into a soft kiss. "Sorry about that. Ghiath was being a dick." Bankei mumbled against the humans lips as two of his arms scooped up the human against the god's chest with ease. "Mhm, but first, come. I want to show you something." Bankei gave his human a small smile as he approached the golden door, which on closer thinking, had never been on that wall before. Behind the doors was revealed to be a twisted marble staircase, leading up to like an almost tower like spiral. While Bankei carried the human up all the stairs, he didn't notice the small almost excited smile on his lips. Everything just had to be perfect... "Almost there." Bankei mumbled as he went up the last stairs, walking around the last wind up of this tower before walking through an arched doorway. Beyond that was a beautiful balcony. Part of the marble floor was covered in cozy pillows and rugs, a table being put in the middle with a wide variety of foods plated beautifully on golden trays. The god let his human down back to stand on his feet, a hand on his back guiding him gently towards the table. "Come. Let's sit and eat." With a small groan Bankei let himself drop onto one of the mountains of pillows, waiting for his dancer to join him. @SirFüncelot (edited)

"That's nothing new...", Zahabia replied, but let it drop as soon as Bankei scooped him up into his arms, intrigued by whatever he wanted to show him. Nearly instantly, he snuggled closer to the God's chest and body, enjoying the warmth that radiated off of it. With his head resting on Bankei’s shoulder, one hand trailed across the god’s upper body, playing with the golden chains that dangled and twinkled with each step he took. Zahabia had no idea what it could be that he wanted to show him, but the golden door they stepped through had been new. Was this something the god had created just for him? He kind of expected another bath or something like that, so as they stepped up a spiraling staircase he had to sit up a bit straighter, looking around and taking in where they were headed. It looked just as luxurious as the rest of Bankei’s room, but that wasn’t the important part. What took his breath away was the balcony Bankei had led them too. It was... beautiful... With the pillows and the blankets, it seemed very cozy and basically invited him to go and sit down, but that wasn’t what caught his eyes. It were the stars above them, that shone brighter than he remembered in different colors. Zahabia had never been too interested in them, yes, they could help people navigate during the night and other fantastical things like that, but he had no idea how one did that. Bankei on the other hand... He probably knew all about that, didn't he? But was that really something he wanted him to explain? Not that he would make it boring or anything, but he surely had his reasons for bringing him here... Maybe it was best to stay quiet for now. Standing on his own two feet again, Zahabia joined the god at the table,

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contemplating to sit close to or across from him, not able to decide he chose something in the middle, dropping down on the pillows as well in a sitting position. Taking in the sight and smell of the delicious food, he couldn’t suppress a low rumble of his stomach, embarrassment flooding his cheeks, turning them pink while he tried to avoid Bankei’s gaze. Zahabia picked some of the food, happily eating, knowing that there was no reason to wait for Bankei or offer him something first. Tasting how good it was... A smile spread across his face, but it wasn’t until he had finished the first piece of meat that he perked up to turn and look the god in the eyes. "Is there a reason why we're eating here?", Zahabia didn’t beat around the bush long, grabbing something else to eat, while studying Bankei’s features and the expressions on his face, trying to determine what exactly was going on. Was this an apology? A way to make him happy? To make up for being away all day? At the top of his head, he could think of many possibilities, and he wasn’t sure if he favored one of them above the others. Maybe he did... Knowing... Just imagining the god may have missed him, Zahabia, for being himself as well... It made his heart beat just that little bit faster, even if he was just imagining all of that. Maybe it became true... @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The stars seemed to smile down at the God and his little dancer tonight. It was as if the nightly firmament was looking even more special, more beautiful for the both of them to enjoy. With a small smile and a light chuckle Bankei watched Zahabia dig into his food, his eyes lightening up at the marvelous taste of the meat and veggies and whatever those plates had to offer. It was a delicious meal, hopefully fit for that small occasion. It ha been one of Ghiaths suggestions afterall. While Bankei began to indulge in the food as well, thoughts about Zahabia sitting into his lap while eating snuck into his head. It was ironic. The human was not sitting far away from him, but he wanted him to be even more near to him. Even during such a seemingly small occasion. After a moment of eating a bit more in silence with the god looking over at Zahabia as he ate, Bankei felt kinda caught off guard by that sudden and honest question. "Oh, nothing special. Thought it might be a nice way to end this evening perhaps." Bankei replied as he leaned back on his lower arms, unintentionally avoiding the humans gaze for a moment. "In fact, I wanted to show you this place for some time now. I just didn't know when to do so..." the god smiled for himself a bit, as if he was lost in a few happy memories for a small moment before he caught himself again. With a small blush on his raven black cheeks, Bankei went back to eating, grabbing himself another piece of bread and some of the meat to down. Somehow having Zahabia this close, talking to him so openly that their status did not mean anything, it made the god almost nervous but his heart was beating like a small bird in his chest. @SirFüncelot (edited)

Zahabia squinted at the god, not sure if his explanation satisfied him or not. His response seemed so... generalized. Like the ones before, when he had asked about the things Ghiath had whispered to him. Was this part of that conversation? He just couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to this than Bankei told him. But even if he asked... The god would just avoid it again, wouldn't he? And the night was too beautiful to ruin in with questions like that. Doubt and confusion... Zahabia didn’t need that right now and just made an explanation up for himself as of why the god would do something like this for him. He wanted to believe it was because he had missed him, because he wanted to spend a little bit more time together, to make him happy by eating together under the starry night sky. That was all he currently needed, even if it wasn’t the truth. "Why did you wait to show me this? It's just a balcony, isn't it?", he added, after grabbing a piece of bread, tearing it apart and dunking it in the sauce of the various meats. He was used to the food tasting especially nice, but every time he ate with Bankei... It seemed to taste a little bit better. Maybe it was because the god did something to it with his magic, or the great company made that much of a difference. Probably a bit of both. With Bankei by his side, everything became a lot easier to bear, even though he couldn’t quite explain why. He made him feel safe and secure, as if he was constantly enveloped in those four strong arms of his. Those arms that always seemed so inviting... Basically begging him to come closer and try to snuggle into them. He had intentionally brought a little more distance between them,

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but now he regretted that decision, trying to come up with a plan to get closer again. Not that he had to, the god would probably enjoy having him close too, but sometimes his little bit of pride made him do weird things. So while grabbing more food, trying to reach something on the other end of the table, he carefully scooted closer to Bankei, until he felt their knees bump into each other, and he had a handful of dried figs from across the board. A small smile spread across his lips as he put one in his mouth and then turned to hold one up towards Bankei’s lips. "Try one of these. They are nice and sweet.", Zahabia explained, smile only growing wider after successfully managing to get closer without the god noticing. Or at least did it seem like he hadn't noticed yet. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

While the Two continued to eat in silence for a bit, Bankei just enjoyed Zahabia's company along with his delicious food. Just as he downed another slice of meat, Zahabia asked this expectable but yet nerve wrecking question. With a small chuckle, the god swallowed his last bite before turning more towards the human. "Remember the story about the origins of the Arabian nights I told you?" He asked. "I created this balcony after how it was described within some of those fairytales. It was on this balcony that the clever queen told the king those stories that saved her life and won the kings heart." Bankei explained with a smile, gesturing around the balcony, seemingly appreciating every single embroidery and detail of it. "I mostly come here if I need some time to myself. Not even the servants are allowed up here." Bankei admitted with a small smile. He didn't even think Ghiath knew about all of this. He'd for sure make fun of him, but it was not like the god would care. Hopefully it was enough to show the human that there was maybe more behind the god than anticipated... Bankei was pulled out of his thoughts again when he felt that small touch on his knee. With a small grin, the god took the offered dried fig, biting into the sweet and rich fruit's flesh. "They really are." Bankei agreed with a small nod, but a sweet smile on his lips. "Are those your favorite from this meal?" He asked before taking another bite of the fruit. He had never asked the human before what he actually liked in regards to food. The god had never worried about that before since there was always plenty enough of it. But now he was keen to find out what the human liked and what not... @SirFüncelot

Bankei’s explanation surprised him a little bit. This had seemed like an ordinary balcony. Certainly more extravagant than usual, but never would he have thought it was build as a replica from a story. It was an adorable strand of thought, though, and he could only imagine how much those stories meant for the god. He seemed to like them very much if he went to such lengths. And the fact that he shared this secret with him... It put a soft smile as well as a slight blush onto Zahabia’s face, he hoped Bankei wouldn't notice. Not even the servants were allowed up here... Did that mean the god didn't think about him as a servant? But what was he then? A good friend? An acquaintance? Still just a little fun toy one could discard after it was bend and broken? Zahabia shook his head, trying to lose that thought as soon as it surfaced itself. He wasn’t here to make himself sad. This was supposed to be a happy opportunity. There was no reason to think about what was between them, he should have no expectations regarding that. He just had to enjoy it while it lasted, hoping it would stay like this for a little while longer. Still... Zahabia was too curious for his own good, and not knowing something drove him mad. He just couldn’t help it, even if that may anger the god. So he couldn’t continue feeding him or answer is other question, distracted as he turned around and moved even closer, arms wrapping around Bankei’s neck as he pressed both of their upper bodies against each other. "Why would you show this to me then?", Zahabia blinked at the god, showing his confusion and demanding an explanation. He wanted to understand, but the more he learned, the more confusing it got. It never made quite sense... The God's actions... He had become so nice and generous for no apparent reason and that did things to Zahabia’s mind and heart he didn't like, fearing what would become of them, should he be the only one losing himself to that kindness.

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Bankei had probably done this a thousand times already, yet like a fool he was running into his arms again and again... "The food is good, don't get me wrong, I enjoy eating it, but if I had to choose a favorite...", Zahabia trailed off, stretching himself a little bit more to reach the god’s lips comfortably, teasingly biting into the bottom one. "I'd probably choose you.", he added, a teasing smirk on his lips as he pulled away, still remaining close to the god, feeling his hot breath on his skin, while he thought about the question more. What did he like eating? Most of the time it had been a chore to keep himself alive and healthy, but the last few weeks had showed him how good food could be and... "I miss the food my mother used to make. It's not as fancy as all of this, it probably doesn't even taste hard as good as I remember, but... It's always been my favorite...", Zahabia wasn’t even sure why he replied with this much honesty, but something about Bankei just made him want to open up a little bit, even though he usually kept his past well hidden... It just felt like the right thing to do. Like the god would be able to understand and accept where he was coming from. Which... was strange to say the least. Their worlds differed so much, it was nearly impossible for them to not clash, yet... Something about it... It made Zahabia wonder. Wonder if all of this had been possible under different circumstances... @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei did not fight the turn of events. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Zahabia was enjoying himself and the time with the god. It filled Bankei's heart with a warmth that only his little jewel could make him feel. With a small grin Bankei pulled the human against his chest with his arms on the dancer's hips, his four eyes gazing deep into the humans eyes until he askes again why he was here. Bankei could not possibly tell him the truth now. Luckily the human was unable to see the blush on his raven black cheeks with his more slightly flustered expression. "Will you stop asking questions now for Ashwa's sake? The food will get cold." He tried to brush the question off again, a hint of annoyance coming from his voice, but not enough to make the god push the human away. The blush only returned when Zahabia answered the god's question rather teasingly. "Are you sure that those lips would be able to keep you from starving then?" Bankei asked with a small seductive smirk, one of his hands teasingly squeezing the man's butt before Zahabia turned serious to answer his question. Mother. Zahabia seemed to have a loving and caring mother. One that only wanted the best for their kid despite those poor circumstances they both grew up in. It was a life unimaginable. One that the god had never lived. "What did your mother used to make then?" He tried to dig a bit deeper, hopefully to find out what food would make Zahabia happy and make him feel welcomed... @SirFüncelot

He didn’t mind Bankei touching him, having him close like this. It was different from the times before. He was different from the masters he’s had before. This didn’t feel like work anymore. He genuinely enjoyed being here with him. Just spending time with each other, even if it wasn’t to satisfy any carnal pleasure, which made it strange in Zahabia’s eyes. Usually he couldn’t wait to be by himself again, but with Bankei… With the god he wanted to spend every waking minute together. And even while sleeping, he found himself snuggled close. So, would these lips suffice to keep him alive and well? Probably not, but Zahabia still didn’t want to miss them. Bankei had become important to him in one weird way or another, and he felt like he couldn’t just blame this on the good sex any longer. Maybe the god really had put a spell on him or something. There were enough stories out there about gods and goddesses taking mortal lovers for a short period of their eternal lives. Maybe that’s what this was. An affair of some sorts… He certainly should get as attached as he already was, but the god didn’t make it easy for him since his slight shift in personality. Resting his cheek against Bankei’s chest, he sprawled himself out a little bit more, putting both arms around the god's torso as best as he could while thinking about his question. “Lots of vegetables with rice most of the time. She could buy those cheap and always said it would help me grow up strong and healthy.”, Zahabia chuckled lightly, fondly remembering those memories of his mother. How she made him eat all the vegetables, even if he considered them gross. How she started to hide them so he wouldn’t make a fuss every time. How he tried to help her cook and miserably failed each time.

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They were nice memories, and he hadn’t remembered them for quite some time now. “My favorite, though… She used to make some sort of dough pockets filled with vegetable curry or, if it was my birthday, she bought a little bit of meat and filled them with that.”, a small smile crossed his features as he nuzzled closer to the god, closing his eyes for a moment to remember those few instances a little bit better. “I don’t remember what they were called or how she made them. And I haven’t been back home to figure out what they could have been.”, he added, looking up at Bankei, feeling a little bit embarrassed for talking this much about something as boring as his early life and childhood, his cheeks turning a slight shade of red. “What about you? What do you like to eat? Do you even have to eat, being a god and all? Or is that something you just do for pleasure?”, Zahabia tried to change the topic, propping himself up on both of his hands to look Bankei in the eyes and study his reaction. He probably enjoyed some type of fancy meat or fruit from a faraway land. Nothing Zahabia would have ever tasted before, but as long as it saved him from embarrassing himself further… And it wasn’t like he wasn’t curious. Maybe the god even preferred dessert to everything else. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei listened closely to how Zahabia told him about the food he used to eat when he was still young. The god was surprised that he even revealed some of his past to him. Watching his little jewel loosing himself a bit to his memories seemed so adorable to watch. Even the blush and attempt to distract was just too sweet. Bankei couldn't hold back a small amused chuckle as he brushed a few strings of hair out of the humans face. "Eating is a necessity, even for a god like me. A good cut of meat, a nice cup of wine, I couldn't possibly just settle on one single dish." Bankei gave Zahabia a small grin before his mind processed what he just said. A small feeling of embarrassment quickly started to built up in his chest. "The food that the servants prepare is from the best of quality. I'm glad you see that you don't live just off anything besides vegetables." He tried to distract quickly with a small laugh. Still, he'd remember that dish that Zahabia mentioned... To change the topics once again, Bankei's finger wandered below to pull the human closer together by his chin. Their lips were close. Only a small push would be enough to connect them. "Do you think living off sweets would make your lips taste sweeter too?" The god lowered his tone teasingly as his lips slowly parted in a mischevous grin that gave a glimpse at his marvelous white teeth. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia had expected the god to name a fancy dish with an impossible-to-pronounce name, so hearing about how he was unable to name just one single dish… It made him roll his eyes in a dramatic but also teasing way. Meat and wine… Bankei’s taste was certainly not as refined as he had thought. Basically everyone would say something along those lines, and to be honest… He would have expected this kind of statement from the god’s loudmouthed friend instead. “I’m no child anymore… I’m able to eat my vegetables!”, Zahabia replied, a slight pout appearing on his lips at this implication. Yes, he preferred the meat and the sweets and the complicated dishes over the basic steamed vegetables, but not because he didn’t like them. Well… They didn’t taste as good, but if he had to, he would eat them. It was just… All the other dishes… Most of them he had never seen before, so of course he had to try them first, before the boring vegetables he’d eaten hundreds of times already. Glad at the shift in topic, Zahabia let himself get pulled closer willingly, eyes resting upon Bankei’s lips, while he listened to his suggestion, intrigued by what it implied. “I’d always be willing to test that.”, his voice dripped sweet with honey as he dragged his tongue across his upper lip, a slight smile pulling at the corners of his mouth. “But while eating all those sweets… I think I would need more exercise than just kisses…”, he added, hands moving across the god’s chest, one resting at the back of Bankei’s head, burrowed in his soft black hair, while the other gently caressed his cheek. As he leaned in closer, finally bringing their lips together in a sweet and tender kiss. Of course, with the intention of proving their hypothesis. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei couldn't hold back a small grin at his friend's eye roll. Furthermore, his little jewel's pouting made him look even more adorable than ususal. His reaction had been exactly what Bankei had wished for. Another tender kiss that connected them on a level beyond the surface. The god held that sweet kiss for just a bit longer until they parted again. A small seductive grin remained on his lips as his arms stayed wrapped around the dancer's hips. "Before we move again, would you like to hear one of the recent tales I discovered?" Bankei asked, remembering Ghiath's advice about them having sex. Maybe the Two could keep it a bit more slow despite Zahabia seeming quite eager. And if they already were on that famous balcony, why not tell a nice story, only for the Two and the stars above to hear... @SirFüncelot

Bankei had mentioned why he held this particular balcony dear, so to get offered to hear a new story… How could he say no to that? After all, he had managed to make the god tell him a few more of the stories during the last few weeks, and Zahabia was determined to make Bankei tell him every story he’d find during his research. So like usual, he just snuggled closer to his chest, placing his head right beneath the god’s chin while they cuddled. At first, this had been strange, but now Zahabia had grown to like it. Sharing a space like this even without obvious sexual advances… Yes, he still knew very well that his main purpose was to satisfy the god’s carnal pleasures, but during moments like this… It became easy to forget that this was supposed to be work for him and not something he was allowed to enjoy. Bankei somehow managed to make him forget everything, and Zahabia couldn’t even be mad about that. “You know I can’t say no to that.”, Zahabia smiled, raising his head once again for a comparably chaste kiss to the god’s cheek, before he lowered himself down again, soaking up Bankei’s warmth like a lizard laying on hot sand. He had meant to give him a kiss on the lips, but his cheek… It just felt natural to do this instead, despite never having given anyone besides his mother a kiss on the cheek before. Zahabia tried not to think too much about this, hiding his own reddening cheeks as best he could while trying to focus on the story he was told. His fingers played with the necklaces Bankei was wearing, so he wouldn’t fall asleep. Something about the god’s warmth and his gentle and soft voice made it very easy to drift off into an equally colorful world of dreams. But he still had work to do, didn’t he… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A smile snuck on the god's lips as he heard Zahabia agree to listen. His arms instinctively wrapped themselves closer around the humans hips, but what caught Bankei off guard was that small kiss on his cheek. He could feel his face blushing deeply, his body seemingly frozen for a short moment. How could just one small sign of affection make his stomach flutter with butterflies? Bankei hadn't even noticed that he had been holding his breath until the first words of his story left his lips. It was a beautiful tale, one that made one dream of a strange new world full of magic and adventures. The story lasted almost until the stars began to lay themselves to rest. At some point, Zahabia had fallen asleep on his chest, but the god did not mind. When the movements on his jewlery faded away, his hands laced itself into the humans hair and continued to tell until the story finally came to an end. Both would find themselves snuggled into the blankets and pillows on the balcony. Even Bankei had been taken over by sleep after his story was done but he had not wanted to move and wake his precious jewel. So he had just accepted the fact that they would spent their night here. Now Bankei was certain. He had to find a way to win his humans heart, whatever it would take him to do... Over the next week, Bankei's behavior had grown quite strange.

6:26 AM

Often he seemed to vanish out of the blue, even leaving his precious jewel in the library or between the flowers of the garden alone. Additionally, the god had hired a teacher who would give the dancer daily lessons on how to properly read and write. However, one thing stayed the same, even with the god growing more mysterious than usual. Every evening, Bankei spent time with his little jewel on his secret balcony, telling him stories and poems of his collection until sleep overcame them both. It was a magical time, a time the god himself cherished deeply. This evening however was the evening Bankei had prepared over the course of the last few days. Everything would have to go according to plan. The god made his way to the library on this late evening, knowing that the human would have his daily lessons there. As usual he pushed the doors open with ease, being greeted by the smell of old books and scripts. It was easy to spot Zahabia and his tutor, an older scholar of his, standing besides him and pointing at several paper's on the table. As the god approached, the man looked up before leaning down for a bow. "How are the lessons going? Is old Ali over here able to teach you some stuff?" Bankei gave his little jewel a cocky grin and an acknowledging nod to his scholar. @SirFüncelot

Since Ghiath had been around and had talked to Bankei the god had been acting weird, and no matter what Zahabia said or asked, he never received a clear answer as to what he had been doing. It drove him mad. Not just because he disdained not knowing something, but also because the god had been spending less time with him than usual. Yes, they enjoyed their evenings and nights together, but… It was different. They ate, and they talked, they hugged and kissed, but never more than that. Zahabia had tried, but somehow the god had always managed to turn him down. Not that he complained. Having a break… was nice. The snuggling, the stories, the good food… He liked everything about it, but it made him wonder. Had he done something to displease Bankei? So far, he had seemed rather satisfied with his performance, so why… Why the sudden shift in interest? It didn’t help that the god had also gotten him some strange teacher. A rather old, slightly forgetful individual, who could certainly teach, but just wasn’t what Zahabia was looking for. Getting taught by him… He seemed to remember even less than when he had tried to make sense of the letters by himself, and despite already learning a week under him, Zahabia still hadn’t even mastered writing his own name, yet even reading simple words. It was just… Every time the man spoke, his head seemed to turn off, imagining Bankei’s handsome face, and how he would try to teach him about letters and words instead. His soft, rumbling voice… Zahabia was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to pay attention to that either, but at least he had the real deal in front of him and wasn’t doomed to fantasize instead. Today, this was no different. Bankei had left him behind in the gardens right after breakfast, and now he had been stuck in this stupid lesson for what felt like an eternity. So, hearing the doors open, Zahabia’s head turned right away, eyes widening and a slight smile appearing on his lips.

7:42 AM

He felt like a dog excited because his owner finally returned home, so he tried to tone it down a bit, his gaze quickly wandering back down to the mostly empty paper, apart from a few scribbled lines. “I don’t think I’m meant for this…”, he replied, not able to resist any longer, as Zahabia rolled his head back, staring at Bankei and extending an arm to get him to come closer. He wanted to complain about the scholar, trying to get Bankei to ditch these useless lessons. Yes, he wanted to learn to read and write, but… As soon as he could do that… There was no reason for Bankei to keep telling him stories, and… He didn’t want that. It had become his favorite activity, something he looked forward to every day, so if not being able to do those basic things meant he could keep listening to Bankei talk… He didn’t need them. After all, he had survived without those skills so far. They couldn’t be that important. “Can we eat dinner? I’ve been here already for hours.”, Zahabia added, certainly exaggerating, but as long as it made Bankei feel a little bit bad and got the god to get him out of here sooner, the better. He feared a little bit what the scholar would tell him about his progress. Zahabia imagined he couldn’t be too pleased, and probably wanted to complain about him as well. So getting to leave fast seemed like the best idea. And he was quite hungry after all, so… Bankei wouldn’t let him wait any longer, right? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing his little jewel groan in exhaustion was certainly still somehow an adorable sight. The happiness and the obviously exaggerated complain to his master made Bankei chuckle a bit. "Don't worry. You'll get it some day." Bankei now came closer, resting his hands on the back of Zahabia's chair as he studied his almost unreadable scribble lines. It was to his luck that all this was just temporary. "Yes we're gonna grab dinner now." Bankei waved with one of his hands towards Ali who bowed in response and began to gather the paper on table to leave after his work was done. The god scooped up the human with ease, carrying towards his private chambers and up that familiar spiral staircase. During all this time, Bankei seemed to radiate with excitement, almost barely able to contain himself. Once they arrived on the balcony, everything was set perfectly in place. Plates of delicious and more specific selections of food were on the table, a sign that Bankei had secretly noted what his little jewel liked most. Once they were near enough Bankei let Zahabia slip out of his arms to approach the table. There he made a small gesture for the human to sit down before him. "Go on. Eat. " Bankei urged him forward towards that delicious meal. But before the human could dig in, the god interrupted quickly again after. "But before you eat, I have something you should try first." The god reached for a tray covered by a golden lid with a small excited grin. Carefully he put the plate in the center of the table, followed by a dramatic reveal of the mystery underneath.

12:39 PM

"Ta Daaa~" beneath was to be revealed a large set of steamed dumplings. Unfortunately not every dumpling looked the same, some thicker some thinner. Few of them had not held in their filling while the sealed edges of others had opened up. They were chaos but Bankei was nonetheless proud of them. "Made those myself. One half is with vegetable filling and the others with meats." He explained happily, not even noticing few smudges of flour on his left cheek and on his waist. On closer inspection the god truly looked like a baking mess... @SirFüncelot

Bankei seemed to be in particularly good spirits today, and Zahabia couldn’t help but subtly stare at the god’s face as he was carried through the halls. It made him wonder what had happened to raise his mood like this. Now that he thought about it… Besides the secrecy, Bankei had often been rather excited during the last few days, and Zahabia couldn’t help but wonder what the reason was for that. Surely it couldn’t be their nightly meetings. After all, they were just eating, talking, and then falling asleep together. But what else could there be? Zahabia enjoyed seeing the god like this. His face had always been handsome and absolutely breathtaking, but now that it was basically beaming with happiness… Despite not knowing why, it put a small smile on his lips as well. Just seeing Bankei smiling and happy was enough to raise his own mood and make him forget about the boring lesson he just had to sit through. Something… Something about the god was different. It was as if he’d put a spell or an enchantment on him that made his heart beat fast every time he laid eyes on him or those big, warm hands brushed against his skin. Zahabia couldn’t understand it, but right now he didn’t need to. Everything seemed normal as they arrived on the balcony. He didn’t even realize that there were just his favorite foods and drinks presented on the table. Zahabia was still fascinated. Not by his surroundings, but by Bankei. He could tell something was up, judging by the happy jump in his step, and even now… The way he stood there, all excited… But Zahabia couldn’t tell if that was something good or not. His relationship with Bankei had improved, so he wasn’t too worried about what it could be, but he was also impatient and having to wait for a surprise… It sounded like torture to him. If Bankei would have made him wait any longer, he would have probably asked what was up, but thankfully that question was answered soon after he sat down,

11:01 PM

waiting for the god to join him so they could start eating. It was now that he realized what kind of meals were offered, and with an eyebrow raised in suspicion, he eyed the golden platter Bankei presented him with. The dumplings didn’t look too good, but they seemed edible, and followed by that statement… Zahabia’s eyes widened as his gaze kept on moving between the food and the god’s face. That stupid, proud grin on his lips… Why did it make him even more stunning? It was as if he were shining bright like the sun, lighting Zahabia ablaze, while his heart felt like it would jump out of his chest. A visible blush spread across his cheeks while he couldn’t find his voice, unable to speak, leaving him to just stare. Not only had Bankei remembered what he had told him about his favorite dish, but he had also gone through the trouble to make it himself? Why? How? Was he an idiot? As if someone like him, a mere human dancer, deserved this much attention from someone like Bankei. Blinking away a few tears to mask how overwhelmed he felt right now, Zahabia finally raised a hand after what felt like an eternity. Placing it on the god’s cheek, he wiped away some of the flour he seemed to have gotten all over himself. It was cute… Making him blush and smile even harder while he finally found his voice again. Speaking quietly, pretending like his voice wasn’t quivering with every word he spoke. “I can see that. You look like you didn’t just roll the dough through the flour but yourself as well.”, Zahabia chuckled lightly, cupping the god’s face and gently pulling him down for a sweet kiss, mumbling against his lips, before they could meet. “The kitchen must be a mess.” Using the kiss as a way to gather his thoughts and make sense of all of this, Zahabia came to the conclusion that he had no idea what was going on.

11:01 PM

Maybe Bankei wanted something from him? Or had he grown bored? It could even be some sort of weird farewell, though he hoped the god wouldn’t get rid of him yet. Even after they pulled apart, while their faces remained close, he couldn’t make up his mind. And he didn’t even care what the reason was. Zahabia was happy right now, and nothing could take that from him, so he simply pushed his worries away, deciding to embrace the moment. “Before I can praise your work… I think I have to taste it, don’t I?”, he added, moving back a bit while not taking his eyes off of the god. “Which one do you recommend?” Zahabia waited for Bankei to choose one, not sure if he could ask the god to feed it to him or not. It just seemed like the right thing to do, even though usually it was the other way around. But they had moved away from those dynamics a long time ago, hadn’t they? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Zahabia all flustered and speechless at first was a sight the god did not know he would see often. This made the moment between the Two even sweeter. Bankei had expected some sort of response. A reaction of hopefully happiness and even joy. But now despite his creation he felt doubts rising inside of him. Despite the hours of torture he'd put his chefs through over the last week, they did not look perfect at all. Any form of help had been out of question. Bankei wanted to present this dish as his own, that he made with his own hands. That soft touch on his cheeks tore the god free from his tangle of thoughts, away from all the worries and only back to Zahabia. A deep blush went across his face as he first didn't know what the human was talking about until he felt that wipe of his thumb across his cheek. With another deep blush Bankei closed the distance happily between them. It had become so common but yet it felt so special every time anew. "It totally is. Not gonna lie there." Bankei admitted a bit more quiet than usual with a small laughter, his lower pair of arms now wrapped around the humans delicate waist. The following request for him was one that the god loved to answer. Bankei's four eyes had a problem to tear away at first from his little jewel until he was finally able to take another loon at the plate. His hand hovered over the dumplings for a moment until he picked up one particular between his fingers, carrying it over to Zahabia with one hand below. "Try this one. That one has the vegetarian filling." Bankei explained, waiting for a short moment until it was clear that Zahabia wanted to be fed. Carefully he offered it to him, waiting for him to try. "And? How does it taste?" Bankei's body seemed to be filled with a small nervousness. He just prayed that his food would taste better than it looked... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia studied Bankei's every move carefully as his hand hovered over the tray. His struggle was very evident in the way he couldn’t decide which one to choose. It was kind of cute, and with a smile on his lips, he let the god take his time. After all the work he had put into this, he wanted to give him the chance to offer him what he deemed to be his best piece of work. Not that it really mattered, just the gesture alone made Zahabia’s heart feel warm. Having someone care this much for him… To have someone make his favorite food… Even if it tasted awful, even if Bankei had just made his chefs do all the work… Just the thought alone that someone would go through the trouble to make something specifically for him… It filled him with so much happiness. As the dumpling was offered to him, he gladly took a bite, closing his eyes for a moment to not get distracted by Bankei’s puppy-dog eyes. Instead, he just took in the flavor, the taste, the texture, surprised to find that it truly reminded him of home, despite the taste being different. It sent a shiver down his spine, and for a moment… For a moment, he was a child again. At home with his mother, where he felt safe, secure, and protected from everything out there. Just this time… This time, it wasn’t just his mother who made him feel like that. Zahabia hadn’t realized it yet, but being near the god, being close to Bankei, brought him a similar feeling of security. Of course, he was stronger than anyone out there, but it wasn’t just that. Bankei could physically protect him, no questions asked, but also emotionally… It felt like he could be himself around the god. There was no reason to hide or deceive. It was… It was beautiful. Blinking away tears once again as he opened his eyes again at the god’s question, his bottom lip had started to quiver as well.

8:57 PM

Zahabia felt embarrassed because of this obvious overwhelming reaction, quickly burying his face against Bankei’s chest as best as he could to wait until these emotions passed. It hadn’t been his intention to ruin the moment, but right now, the god made it very hard to not break down and cry tears of joy and happiness but also frustration because of his own stupid heart. How could someone be so perfect, so close, yet so far? “It tastes good.”, he offered weakly, voice muffled because of the lump in his throat and because he talked directly against Bankei’s chest. “It doesn’t taste like the ones my mother made. I think she used different spices.”, Zahabia added honestly, before his voice grew quiet once again. He tried to steady his breathing, intending to raise his head a bit and look up at the god, cheeks tinted dark red and eyes watery. He must look so ugly right now… “Thank you, Bankei. I love them.”, he offered, his voice nothing more than a whisper. Zahabia got up onto the tips of his toes to kiss his cheek just a few moments later, wiping away another flour stain in the process. He kind of wanted the ground to swallow him up right now after realizing what he had just said, but that didn’t seem like an option right now. He had to get through this on his own, and Bankei probably didn’t even pay any mind to how he had worded that. Gods… He could have said anything else… Stayed quiet even for all he cared, but now he had made it awkward… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei had expected many reactions. A sneer at some bitter aftertaste, a complaint about the dough being not fully done or the filling being too chuckle to swallow. The god was not prepared to see those eyes fill with tears, watching his lip beginning to quiver before he broke down into silent sobs against his chest. Instand panic shot through the god's mind. This was none of the reactions the chefs had towards his disastrous inedible attempts. But after a moment, Bankei realized that those were tears of joy. It could only be. Maybe it reminded the human of his home, of his mother so much? Bankei was surprised that his dish had been able to conjure such heavy emotions within his little jewel. That puzzled look on Bankei's face slowly shifted into a small warm smile as one of his hands hesitantly began to stroke the humans back before all his arms wrapped around the small humans body. Those words only confirmed his suspicion, yet for Bankei it felt like so much more. It was all that he wanted to achieve and more. Making that silly little crybaby happy. A deep crimson flush spread across the god's face as he looked once again puzzled down at his little jewel, watching him snuggle against his chest once more. "I... have another thing I want to share with you..." it was Bankei who broke the silence first with a much more hesitant voice than usual. Without taking his eyes off the human, Bankei's hand reached around to his back. A moment later he pulled out a small golden engraved chest, offering them to the human. When Zahabia opened them, it revealed a beautiful pair of delicate sapphire earrings. They had the same light style as the necklace that Sheshadri had picked for him. "Here. I thought they might match your necklace well."

12:05 PM

Bankei added after a moment, one hand rubbing his neck almost nervously. "Before you put them on... I want to tell you how..." He stopped mid sentence, eyes locked only on the human in front of him as he swallowed. The god had practiced it so many times over the past few days: the perfect way to admit what his heart told him. But why was it so hard to do now all of a sudden? "How..." Bankei tried again, only before something inside him snapped after a small groan. "How absolutely stupid I feel." One of his hands came up to hold his face. "I feel so stupid for listening to my stupid feelings, my stupid heart that... does those stupid things to me when I'm not around you." The god sounded almost frustrated as he talked himself into the small frenzy. "You are all that is on my mind, that has been for the last couple of days, weeks. You are... everything to me and I hate how weak and exposed this makes me feel." He groaned, arms gesturing around in the air as he looked back at Zahabia. "But I can't ignore those stupid feelings any longer." His voice was now softer, as he looked at his little human, those four golden eyes of molten gold looking at him with a sheer softness that could bring everything and everyone to melt. Two of his hands gently laid on top of Zahabia's to hold, taking one final breath as those last words were spoken out of the depths of his heart, the truth that has been there all along... "You stole my heart, Zahabia." @SirFüncelot

Crying against Bankei’s chest didn’t feel as miserable as he thought it would. Having those large, warm hands stroke his back, finding comfort in the other's presence… Zahabia felt relieved and… happy. He remained silent, waiting for his tears to stop flowing, taking in the other’s warmth and familiar scent. If they could just stay like this forever… It would be the nicest thing to ever happen to him. But of course, everything had to come to an end as they pulled away from each other. Zahabia wiped the last tear stains from his cheeks, expecting to sit down and eat now, but Bankei surprised him even more. The earrings he showed him… They were the most beautiful ones he’d ever seen, and together with the necklace… How was he supposed to ever wear another piece of jewelry when those were already perfect? Not just because they looked the most expensive, but also because they came from Bankei. Just that thought alone made Zahabia’s insides feel all warm and fuzzy. It was like he would always have a piece of the god with him, even when they had to stay apart, which… probably was a stupid thought, but it brought a smile to his lips, so he didn’t care. Interrupted in his questions to ask Bankei to put them on him, Zahabia could just stare at the god as he began to ramble. One eyebrow pulled up, he tried his best to understand what was going on, which wasn’t very easy. Zahabia was tempted to make fun of the god and tease him after he confessed his own stupidity, but he didn’t want to interrupt Bankei. He just listened, feeling more and more like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time, because nothing of what he said made sense. How… How was all of that possible? Bankei, explaining all of this… It did make sense. Zahabia recognized so much of himself in these words, yet… Why? Why would he choose someone like him? A… A servant. A human. It didn’t make sense, but even though, it also made his heart beat faster, and his cheeks burn hot. He felt… happy.

10:33 PM

So, so happy after hearing this. Hearing how much he meant to Bankei, despite never wanting or even earning that. Was he worthy of that? Was he allowed to be a god's weakness? Wasn’t that usually a bad thing? Zahabia fell silent, cheeks red, he could his blush also spread to the tips of his ears and the back of his neck. He felt so embarrassed, despite not even being the one to confess. What was he supposed to answer? His entire head felt like it was empty. All of his thoughts were gone, and all he could hear and feel was the rushing of blood through his ears, as well as the fast beat of his heart. How was he supposed to react? He knew how to flirt and seduce and please someone in bed, but romance? He didn’t have time for love, so… By the gods… If he had known… As if he had just realized what had happened, he looked down at himself, a slight panic visible on his face. What was he wearing? He even had ink stains on his pants. If… If Bankei had told him… He would have worn something proper. Something more fitting. His hair too… He just had put it up and out of the way, but… From worrying about what to answer, he slowly spiraled down even further, worrying about minor details that apparently hadn’t bothered Bankei up until now, but became very obvious to Zahabia right this instance. Unable to figure any of this out on his own, he buried his face against Bankei’s chest once again, searching for comfort from the person who had started all of this. This was so embarrassing. It made him happy, but also very uncomfortable at the same time. And even now, Zahabia remained silent, just hugging Bankei’s waist a little bit tighter. Why couldn’t it just stay like it had been? He had been comfortable, knowing that the god was there for him, but not expecting anything more. Now… What was he supposed to do with that? Had Bankei stolen his heart as well? Was this what this was? “You are stupid…”, finally he managed to break the silence,

10:34 PM

his words mumbled against the god’s skin in a quiet voice. Zahabia still hid his face, fearing he may cry again if he looked at Bankei’s stupidly perfect face. “Why would you say that? Why would you choose me?”, he added, now shifting to slight annoyance. He wanted nothing more than to say he felt the same, but he wasn’t even sure if he did. What if he disappointed Bankei? He knew nothing about love or courtship, and even his entire body already belonged to the god… What was there more to give? “I’m gonna die… Or you grow tired of me…”, Zahabia continued, all of his usual self-confidence seemed to have vanished into thin air. “I’m… I’m not something special. I’m not like you…”, his rambling continued, the sting of tears returning to his eyes. “You are tall, and handsome, and all powerful, while I’m… I’m just me. I sleep with men for money, because that’s all I can do!”, Zahabia raised his head, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes, because of how many different emotions he felt right now. “I… I… I was happy just… admiring you from afar…”, tears began rolling down his cheeks once more, as he looked Bankei in the eyes. “How… How am I supposed to do that now? You… You idiot…”, he felt like an idiot himself, and even though he wasn’t mad at Bankei, he just couldn’t help putting some of the blame on him. How dared he be this fucking perfect to begin with? And then… He had started to be nice and considerate and gentle… Checking all of Zahabia’s boxes in the process. “You… I… We… I don’t know… What am I supposed to do, Bankei? I have nothing… just a pretty face and… That will be gone in a few years… What… What if…”, his own sobbing caught him off guard, stopping him from continuing to talk, as he sank back into the god’s arms, wishing for nothing more than to be comforted and have this decision made for him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god's full attention rested fully on Zahabia during that moment of silence. It felt to suffocating, the tension was inevitable and undeniable. The god watched that sweet blush bloom on the humans cheeks, watching his expression switch into something flustered and shy. More and more he watched the shyness grow into a sort of panic. Zahabia averted his gaze before he just snuggled tighter against the god. Now the confusion started to get to Bankei as well. Was this a good sign? But the silence. What was going on.. You are so stupid... Bankei froze at those quiet words. Had the god taken those signals from the human wrong just from the beginning? His heart almost stopped until Zahabia broke the silence again. His expression of confusion shifted to one of deep empathy, sadness even. His heart felt so heavy and so light at the same time. Still it ached at every word of his little dancer. He was definitely more spiraling as those tear filled eyes looked up at him in despair and confusion. He was just as much of a babbling mess as the god was on the inside. "I don't care!" Bankei spoke louder this time to stop Zahabia from spiraling even more. Two of his hands settled on the humans shoulder as he looked down at him with seriousness. "Listen, I don't care if you grow old, nore about what you can offer me. There is no way I will grow tired of you or choose someone else over you." He squeezed Zahabia's shoulders a bit while he tried to make his point as quick and clear as possible. "I have known so many humans over the decades that I have wandered this realm. Nobody made me feel like this. Nobody made me fall so hard and so stupidly in love before. But you... you did just that and I..."

10:36 AM

Bankei's voice grew slowly softer, even a small shake was audible before his words got caught in his throat again from overthinking it all. "All I want for you is to be happy... with me." The god's voice was barely a whisper now before he took another shakey breath to ask that all deciding question. If the god had made a fool out of himself or if he had found someone equal, someone that was more important to him than any other god, human, servant or dancer he ever had before. "So please... what is it you feel?" @SirFüncelot

Zahabia wasn’t entirely sure what to expect, if to expect anything at all, from Bankei. But of course… Of course that stupid, handsome idiot, with his soft heart, made him feel better. Of course, he did. Just being near him calmed his nerves. Now also having his hands rest on his shoulder… Having Bankei look down at him, with that same gentle, yet serious expression as he spoke. Zahabia couldn’t help but want to be embraced by him. Just having the god hug him tightly… Not talk about this anymore… Nothing more would make him happier right now, but that didn’t happen. Sniffling, as he listened, Zahabia did his best to stop the tears from flowing, but with every new sentence it got harder and harder, and by the end he was crying even more than before. How could someone say all of these things with such a straight face? With such confidence… Even if Zahabia wanted to, he couldn’t doubt Bankei. He didn’t want to question his promises. They… They made him happy, and… and even if someday he was thrown away… Wouldn’t it be worth it? Didn’t he always tell himself to be selfish? To take what he wanted? All of this was so confusing. It was too much, but at the same time not enough, leaving Zahabia wanting even more. He wanted Bankei all to himself. To never share him with anyone again, but he also didn’t want to get hurt. But… That wasn’t something he would do. Should he… Should he trust his words? They were true, weren’t they? Why else would Bankei go through this trouble and potentially embarrass himself in front of him? It didn’t make sense otherwise. This… This had to be the truth. He wanted to believe that this was the truth! Wiping his nose and rubbing his eyes, Zahabia did look utterly miserable right now. With Bankei's expectant eyes on him, he seemed to shrink even further, as if that allowed him to hide from having to answer this question.

11:26 AM

He… had no definitive answer, and even though he didn’t fear the god, Zahabia wasn’t entirely sure how he would react should he not be able to respond in an appropriate manner. “I… I don’t know…”, he started off honestly, head lowering until his gaze stuck to the ground. Zahabia wasn’t able to look Bankei in the eyes as he continued to speak, deciding to stick to his honest approach and not try to please the god. There was no reason for that. Either they somehow managed to work through the mess he was or they both ended up heartbroken. “I… My heart… Every time you’re near me, or you touch me, or just look at me… It beats so fast that I fear it’s going to jump out of my chest.”, carefully he grabbed one of the wrists of Bankei’s lower set of arms, guiding it slowly to his chest, settling his hand right above his racing heart. “I… hate being away from you. I want to spend the entire day by your side, even if it gets boring. I… want to be there for you, even though I know… I won’t be of any help most of the time, but… I can cheer for you and comfort you, and…”, Zahabia stopped, fidgeting with the jewelry around Bankei’s wrist. After a short pause, a heavy sigh followed. “I… I have never been in love. Or at least I don’t think I have… I don’t know if this is love or… Maybe I’m just imagining things…”, he began mumbling again, words quieter and a lot harder to hear, but Zahabia still raised his head slowly. Not as proud as usual, but at least he managed to lock eyes with Bankei again without pulling away. “I… You… We… We can try, because… because I do like you! You… are beautiful and kind and gentle and patient with me. And… you went through all this trouble…”, just remembering the lengths Bankei had gone to, brought tears to his eyes again. “So, if that’s enough… If you let me… stay by your side… I will…”, Zahabia had slowly intertwined the fingers of both of their hands, gently pulling the god down towards him, so he could reach his face better. (edited)

11:26 AM

Admiring it for just another moment, he leaned in closer, closing his eyes, as he gently pushed his lips against Bankei’s. He gave him just a short peck on the lips, not even a real kiss, as if to ask once more for his allowance, trying not to lose himself in the fear of getting rejected after all. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The moment Zahabia took Bankei's hand to set it on his chest, the god's heart turned into a swarm of butterflies. It was beating just the same way. And hearing Zahabia speak how how he was just feeling like the god did... Bankei felt this great wave of relief and excitement wash over him. With a deep blush on his raven black cheeks, he listened to how his little dancer was just adorable looking like that, admitting shyly that he was never in love before. It was a sad thing to be expected. His occupation left no room for any real romantic feelings. For him, sex was work, not an intimate act of passion only to be shared between two souls. The god would make sure that Zahabia would never have to share his body with someone unwillingly. Bankei would share Zahabia with no one. Again the human reached out as he spoke those tear stained words, reaching out for another sweet and equally shy kiss that made his heart melt. Three of his arms slowly snaked their way to wrap over the dancer's back, pulling him even closer as the remaining hand cupped that lovely face. "Of course I will..." Bankei's words were whispered with a smile full of kindness, his eyes filled with warmth and love and passion for the human in his arms. Now he was the one to close the distance between their lips in a much hungrier way. The taste was addictive, making Bankei hold that kiss as long as he could before going right back for more and even more after. He couldn't stop. He didn't want to stop. Bankei was undoubtedly madly in love. @SirFüncelot

Bankei always managed to make his worries disappear. Yes, there were still a lot of uncertainties, but for now, Zahabia forgot all about them. Losing himself in those honey-colored eyes once more as he was pulled closer. He felt safe and secure and stupid for doubting Bankei’s intentions. Everything he said seemed to be true. How could it not be? It… It made his heart beat even faster, until his head felt dizzy. He was so happy right now. Zahabia still sniffled lightly, but seeing the god’s radiant smile on his lips was infectious, and soon he returned it. A small happy smile creeping onto his lips as well, as he fully embraced him, arms wrapped around Bankei’s neck to hold him closer during their kisses. They felt even better than before, leaving his lips tingling and his heart wanting even more. If he could, he would never pull away from them, just kissing Bankei over and over again until the both of them had no more air in their lungs. His hands wandered up into the god’s hair, gently tugging at it to encourage Bankei further. Yes, the food was getting cold, and they probably should eat, but how could he think about that now when he had the most perfect person right in front of him? When he wanted nothing more than to shower Bankei with all the kisses he had saved up until now, not sure if they would be too much. Now he had no reason to hold back anymore, right? “You even have flour in your hair.”, Zahabia noted in between their kisses while breathing heavily. He hadn’t noticed it before, but now that Bankei was this close, he could see the white powdery stain perfectly. It made him chuckle lightly as he gently brushed it out as well. “Thank you… For all of this.”, Zahabia added, cheeks getting even darker as far as that was possible before he hid away once more to cover up his embarrassment.

8:39 PM

“We should eat… It’s getting cold…”, it was a weak attempt to switch the topic, especially with him craving more kisses and touches from the god but indulging in them now… Maybe they could cuddle while they ate? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god's heart was filled with pure happiness and desire as the Two gave into those sweet and passionate kisses. There was nothing more between the Two that could stop Bankei from holding back that desire and passion that had been waiting for so long to bloom. A soft hum flowed into their kiss as he felt the tug in his hair, hearing his earring and thin headpieces jingle as they indulged in each other. It was only when Zahabia pulled away that those sweet kisses stopped to talk. "Really?" The god thought he had cleaned himself up well enough to look perfect, but apparently he did still miss a few spots. It made him chuckle before taking Zahabia's cgin and giving his newly found love another soft kiss. "The food can wait." Bankei murmured softly before kissing him once again and again before his arms tightened around the humans hips. At the same time the god rose from his seat, standing up and taking Zahabia right with him into his arms. Over and over again did Bankei taste those sweet lips as they made their way down the wounded stairs until they reached the god's chambers. Zahabia was tossed playfully onto the soft mattress, the god quickly looming over him, never breaking their kiss once. His hands were everywhere, exploring every inch of Zahabia's perfect body and sneaking their way below that right shirt and beneath those pants at that sweet delicious waist. @SirFüncelot

He should have known that they probably wouldn’t just cuddle, judging by their kisses, which grew more and more heated. Zahabia certainly didn’t mind it, especially after they had just enjoyed each other's presence in a non-sexual way the last week or so. But he was also still very embarrassed by his bad confession and the fact that he had been crying so much. He had meant to recover from that, but there wasn’t any time for that. Not in between all of these kisses that slowly made him lose his mind as Bankei picked him up effortlessly and stumbled down the stairs while holding him close. How was he supposed to protest? Not when this was all he ever wanted. Bankei on top of him, never breaking their kiss, while his hands were all over his body. He felt… cherished. As if he could melt beneath the god’s warm gaze every time he glanced at him. Zahabia’s heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest, but there was no time to calm it down. His hands burrowed themselves deeper into Bankei’s hair, gently tugging and pulling, holding his face close to steal kiss after kiss from his heavenly lips. It obviously wasn’t going Zahabia fast enough, as he began wriggling in the god’s hands, aiming to make him touch him more or at least pull those useless pieces of clothing off of him. They were just getting in the way. The same could be said about Bankei’s pants, though he couldn’t quite reach them from where he was pinned beneath the god. His hands aimlessly wandered across his back, nails digging into dark skin, every time Bankei’s touches sent a shiver up his spine. This was the best thing that could have happened to him, yet it also wasn’t enough at the same time. “More…”, Zahabia pleaded, barely able to keep his eyes open and fixed on Bankei’s face. His cheeks were still rosy and his lips red from all the kisses, his suggestion to eat first long forgotten. (edited)

8:29 AM

“Touch me… more.”, he clarified his wants, basically staring up into the golden eyes, begging for so much more than that with one single glance. Zahabia hadn’t felt like this before. He preferred to be in charge and be the one to bring pleasure to his partner, but over the last few weeks, he had slowly moved further and further away from that, and now… He didn’t mind being egotistical and just indulging in all the attention he received for a change of pace. It was nice knowing how much he meant to Bankei. How much the god seemed to cherish him despite everything. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god slowly lost himself as he indulged in the human's heavenly lips. Small sounds and low groans of pleasure flowed into their kisses as one hand began to pull Zahabia top over his head not to rip it while one of his other handsmade quick work to pull those pants down faster. With a flick of the god's finger, both Bankei's pieces of jewlery and Zahabia's were removed, quickly floating away from the Two and placed onto the small night stand besides the bed. Now that those were out of the way, the god almost ripped his own pants while trunk to get them off as fast as possible. When all clothes finally were removed, Bankei pulled away from those sweet lips, a string of saliva connecting them for just a moment longer as the god stared down at the human with love and pure adoration laced with deep desire for more... Now that there were no remains left, the god's hands explored every inch of the humans body, caressing his hips, gliding over his chest to flick at those hard nipples. The god's kisses wandered quickly from his mouth down to below Zahabia's chin, placing a small mark below the dancer's jawline before his kisses wandered deeper. His kisses and marks trailes down the humans collarbone until he was met with those beautiful nipples. While his fingers teased the other, Bankei took the other one into his mouth, flicking his devilish tongue over, sucking it before giving it a small bite along with another squeeze. While his other two hands caressed the humans thighs, the god's kisses continued to trail lower and lower over the center of the human's chest, worshipping his whole body until he was facing that sweet erection. While one hand settled on his hip with the others setting on his thigh, the god took the human's erection in his hand, giving it a few teasing strokes before letting his tongue quickly flick over that sensitive tip with a mischevous grin.

1:22 PM

After that he carefully took the tip into his mouth, gently sucking on it as his tongue swirled around it. With his bobbing head movement beginning, Bankei took slowly more, going deeper and deeper until he engulfed the dancers full length. Again he began that teasing rhythm with the bobbing of his head, his golden eyes filled with dark desire never leaving the human as he savored that sweet taste for the first time in his life... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia was going to go insane. Bankei made him lose his mind, and in more than one way. But at least all of them were good, leaving him writhing with pleasure underneath the god, unsure if he wanted to push him away for teasing him like this or have him continue to make a mess of him even further. He didn’t want this to end, though having four skilled hands touch him all over… It left him gasping and panting, shivering with excitement as jolts of electricity seemed to shoot up his spine. Was it even possible to enjoy something so simple this much? With Bankei slowly moving down his body, apparently determined to worship every inch of skin he came across. It was… adorable, seeing him this eager, though it left Zahabia with not much to do besides watch and try not to make a fool of himself by gasping every time he felt the god’s teeth or lips leave a red mark on him. He was used to this, it wasn’t the first time Bankei had done this, yet it felt much more intense. What was he planning? So far, their foreplay had looked a little bit different from this. It left Zahabia confused, but also happy and excited. He wanted to see what Bankei was trying to do, kind of curious why the god had been holding back so far. It probably would have been strange, considering that Zahabia’s own pleasure had never played a big part, though that seemed to change now with how focused the god was on his chest and moments later his cock. How was he supposed to deal with this? Pressing a hand against his mouth and biting his bottom lip to stifle the surprised groan that escaped him, Zahabia’s eyes grew wide. Bankei… between his legs… sucking him off? By the gods… What had brought him here? How did he deserve this? His other hand found its way back into the god’s long hair. First just running through the dark strands, but soon grabbing a fistful to gently guide him up and down. This felt better than anything he had ever experienced.

12:31 AM

His entire head was going blank. Not just because of the pleasure, but mostly because of how hot Bankei looked down there. Was this what he usually saw when Zahabia was doing this? He could finally understand why some people were so fixated on this… Glad that all four of the god’s hands held him mostly in place, stopping his hips from buckling too much. He knew how awful it felt to suddenly have something thrust up one's throat, and even if he wasn’t that big, he didn’t want to make Bankei gag. They both were supposed to enjoy this, even if it was hard to not take more and more in an attempt to get himself off even faster. He was getting there fast enough. Bankei was doing a good job, earning himself another affectionate stroke of his cheek, as Zahabia brushed some strands of hair back behind his ear, holding them to get them out of his way. “S-Stop… Stop, Bankei…”, he didn’t really want him to stop, even if all of this was going very fast and his head was spinning from all the different sensations. He was stopping the god, mostly, because he was already feeling his orgasm creep closer, which was even more embarrassing than laying bare in front of the man he liked. Just thinking about it made him want to hide again. He liked Bankei. He truly liked him, and the god liked him back. This was probably the happiest he’s ever been, and Zahabia didn’t want this moment to stop. “Please… I’m… I’m close… Bankei, please… Slow down!”, at least now he didn’t mind begging and pleading as much as he did before. If anything, he was finally inclined to do it. It didn’t hurt his pride as much as before. To be honest, it didn’t hurt at all. There was no reason for him to try and fight against the god anymore, right? They may not be entirely equal, but he wanted to at least think they were. In regard to their feelings and whatever else there was. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing those sweet moans and pleas from the human only riled the god up even more. He continued to worship the humans body, tasting Zahabia with his head rhythmly moving up and down that sweet throbbing erection. Several times he was able to take it all, moaning from the taste and the pleasure it brought him. His deep groans vibrating in the depths of his throat would surely help bringing his little jewel more and more to the edge. After letting Zahabia squirm with need just a bit longer, he took it all one final time before pulling himself away with a small breath. With heaving chest Bankei looked up at his little human, eyes locked onto him with a mischevous glint of desire along with a teasing grin on the god's lips. "Turn around." Bankei ordered with a twirl of his finger in the air, waiting for Zahabia to take his new position, exposing that perfect ass to him. Two of his hands first slid over that perfect round ass. Bankei took a moment to admire it before his lower set of arms wound under the human's legs but over his delicate back as he pulled Zahabia closer to him. His other two hands continued to grab his ass, spreading those cheeks before the god leaned in closer. He took a quick moment to give Zahabia a last with lust filled gaze before he pressed his lips against those cheeks, his tongue making its way inside with a deep pleasure filled moan. With Zahabia fixed in this position, the god continued to eat his little jewel out, kissing him over and over again with that tongue sliding inside of him as deep as he could occasionally. It was easy for Bankei to loose himself in that new taste, that sweet sensation. He would've never expected this situation to ever occur, but in this moment his heart was filled with pure happy and eagerness to give his newly found love all the pleasure he could desire. @SirFüncelot

As Bankei didn’t react, Zahabia already mentally prepared himself to at least try and pull the god off of his member before he could cum inside his mouth, but thankfully it didn’t come to that. He was close, and it probably would have taken just one or two more skilled licks for him to come undone. But like this… He was left throbbing and filled with so much want and desire that he could practically taste it. Zahabia wasn’t sure if this was better or worse, but there wasn’t a lot of time to think about this as he was ordered around more, reluctantly and very confused, turning over to lay on his belly. His member was trapped against the sheets like this, and it wasn’t a very enjoyable position, especially because he couldn’t see what Bankei was up to now. Not that he didn’t trust him, but… Zahabia felt a little bit anxious, unsure what to expect. Nothing bad, surely, but otherwise the selection was big, as they had also never done something like this. What was up with all these new things? They left him so flustered and confused. Mostly in a good way, but still… A slight yelp escaped him as he was suddenly grabbed and his hips lifted. Zahabia had to shift around a bit, arms stretched out and one cheek resting against the soft blankets. He felt so exposed right now, quite sure Bankei was currently staring right at his ass, and with him spreading his cheeks like this… Gods… When had he turned into this? This… This… Whatever this was right now… Zahabia was surprised, even less sure what to expect now, that the first sound he made was one of surprise, followed by a dragged-out moan, as the realization and the sensation from inside of him hit him. Bankei wasn’t truly… And why did it feel this good? Usually just having the god fuck him felt absolutely divine, but this… Was it even possible to call something even better? Because if it was, then that’s what this was.

3:50 AM

Absolutely heavenly. So good for a fact that his eyes fell shut, and he fully embraced all the lewd sounds that he had tried to subdue before. There was just no way he would manage this otherwise. Despite not receiving any more attention, his erection was feeling the pleasure as well, leaking all over the both of them, while his legs, which dangled somewhere over the god’s shoulders, twitched slightly each time his tongue pushed into him again. It was taking his breath and his mind away, only able to repeat Bankei’s name over and over again in between his moans. Like this, he couldn’t even ask him to stop. Not that he would want that. If he could, he would wish for this to last forever. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god easily gave into that sweet desire, tasting his little jewel over and over again as those sweet moans only seemed to fuel his desire more. He almost couldn't bring himself to stop, even if Zahabia was close to reach his peak, but eventually Bankei's grip loosened as he pulled himself away with ragged breath. "Turn around. Now." It was less of a command, but more of a desire filled growl as the god had sat his human back down on the sheets. His golden eyes gleamed with desire as he watched Zahabia turn around to look back at him. Those sweet beautiful eyes, those flushes cheeks. What was there not to love about that sight. The god reached down for another deep kiss, one of his fingers making it's way past the entrance below only for a second, making sure it was nicely coated before he gave his own erect member a few lubricating strokes. Only when Bankei pulled his lips away again, looming over the human now did he slowly began to push in. Accompanied with a deep groan, Bankei closed his eyes for a second before pushing himself deeper with another moan, slowly enough for Zahabia to comfortably adjust. Two of his lower arms gripped themselves onto Zahabia's hips as the others kept the god looming over him and one settled on the back of his neck. Once again Bankei pulled him slightly towards him into a sweet kiss, just one more before he began to push further in and out. Slowly the god began to establish his rhythm, his hips swaying to a melody that only belonged to the Two. More and more sweet sounds came from the god as he went on to moan his jewels name, fucking him slowly faster and faster as those moans went on... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia was flushed all over, even the back of his neck had grown pink in his embarrassment, but he didn’t care. He didn’t mind being seen so flustered by Bankei. Everyone else… He would have tried to hide it, but with him… Zahabia didn’t mind. After all, he wasn't flustered for a bad reason. It was just… Bankei pressed all of his right buttons right now, turning him into a useless mess. His moaning was so intense that he felt himself drooling. Not that he could do much about it, but it just added to the overall embarrassment. What was the god doing to him? Slowly and sluggishly, he followed Bankei’s request, legs feeling wobbly while his head seemed to be stuck in the clouds. He used the short break to catch his breath and wipe his mouth as he laid back down on the soft pillows, arms extended to gesture for Bankei to come closer. His wish was granted, fulfilled with another kiss, as well as a sneaky finger that prepared him further. Knowing how much the god could be… He was thankful for it. Enjoying the distracting kiss and nice touches, Zahabia wrapped his arms around Bankei’s neck, not intending to let him go far. He wanted to feel him as close as possible, even if that meant having the god right on top of him. He wanted to see his face and feel his breath on his skin, getting intoxicated by the sweet taste of his lips. Mouth wide open, he had to take a few deep breaths, shifting and adjusting to Bankei slowly pushing inside of him. It was slightly uncomfortable no matter how often they did this, but the sensation didn’t last long, soon replaced by ecstasy again. Quickly, Zahabia’s legs wrapped themselves around the god’s lower body as well, trapping him close and occasionally urging him to push deeper. He couldn’t help but want more, though he already regretted it, should this pass by too quickly.

12:20 AM

Zahabia wanted to indulge in Bankei as much as possible. Not because there would be no next time, but because he wanted to make this day, this moment, unforgettable for the both of them. “I… I like you… Bankei!”, he pressed out between two moans, latching onto the god’s lips right after, to stop him from answering, gently biting at his bottom lip, before dragging his tongue across it in an apologetic manner. “Don’t stop!”, he ordered further, placing open-mouthed kisses sloppily on his cheek and then down his neck, returning the favor of sucking and biting marks into the raven black skin. They wouldn’t be visible, but Zahabia knew they were there, and that was enough in his eyes. Bankei was his. Only his. He would make sure of that! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god was unstoppable in this state. United with his human, driven by a feel of undeniable care and affection. His thrusts took a powerful adapt rhythm as Bankei thrust himself over and over into the human, making sure not to be too aggressive for his little jewel. Those cries and moans were those of pure passion. Those words inbetween those moans that translated into those heated kisses made Bankei's heart dance. It only made him thrust even deeper, his hands bruising those pretty hips from that tight grip that pulled Zahabia down again and again. "I like you... even more- Zahabia!" He pressed out between his soft groans of pleasure from those kisses, loving the way how those kisses felt on his electric skin. Zahabia's bites made the god wince in pleasure, another playful groan following as one of his left hands reached out to pinch that sweet nipple of his. Soon it was getting harder and harder for the god to hold back this raw power behind his body, that strength that demanded to be used. Bankei's thrusts grew more unsteady, frantic as his pace quickened and quickened. "Fuck- hngh~ you feel so good!" Bankei growled as he lost his mind over that little human, his body getting driven closer and closer to that sweet orgasm. @SirFüncelot

Bankei’s words didn’t even register in his head at first. It took some time for him to fully grasp their meaning, and even then… Under other circumstances, his competitiveness would have driven him to argue with that and try to outdo the god, but right now he just wasn’t able to do that. He just accepted those words, determined to prove how much he liked Bankei in the future. How exactly he would do that, Zahabia still had no clue, but how hard could it be to top this evening? To be honest, it would be very hard, because… He didn’t know that much about Bankei, except that he was an almighty god surrounded by immeasurable riches. Zahabia didn’t want this to turn into sexual favors, but… What else could he do? Right now wasn’t the best time to think about that. Not when all he could think about was Bankei’s moans and the way his name rolled over the god’s lips. It was always so attractive, making him feel like he was the most desirable person in the entire world. “Faster!”, he demanded, chest rising and sinking due to his labored breathing. Zahabia’s legs wrapped around Bankei’s waist tightened, pulling him closer, so he followed through with his request without escaping. “Don’t… stop”, Zahabia added, desperately trying to move against the thrusts to make them both feel better. “Don’t… stop, Bankei”, he repeated the words over and over again, clinging to the god’s neck as if his life depended on it. Muffling his moans in the crook of his neck, where he had just placed careful kisses and bites. How he wished for this night to never end… But Bankei was doing just too good of a job. Like this… Zahabia couldn’t last much longer, turning his head to clash their lips together in desperation once again. Sloppily kissing Bankei, while shudders of pleasure ran through him, as his orgasm shook through his body. How was he supposed to ever go a day of his life without Bankei by his side? It just wouldn’t be the same. He couldn’t lose him. Never! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The dancer's moans were the only thing on the god's mind in this moment. His grip tightened around that slutty little waist as his pounding grew more powerful, more uneven with every plea. Bankei groaned from all this action, cursing and repeating Zahabia's name like a sweet passionate mantra. That last plea was spoken, their lips met in that sloppy kiss, the god's head whipped back with a loud groan as his orgasm shook him to the core of his very being. With tight grip he buried himself once more in his little dancer as his warm seed filled his body. With his chest rising and falling heavily, he loosened his grip around those now bruised hips, stroking one side of them gently as the god was unable to take his eyes away from his precious little jewel. With a small happy sigh, the god leaned in for another, this time tender kiss, cupping the humans cheek as he savored that sweet addictive taste. "That was... good..." Bankei grinned with a dry chuckle against those lips. "Wanna go again?" Bankei hoped that Zahabia was able to. He wanted to feel him again. He wanted to feel him close, be connected, be one with him once again for so much longer, best for all eternity... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia felt good but also exhausted. He hadn’t done much, not even really moved, yet it was like he was encased in a bubble filled with warmth and bliss that just made him happy. Happy that he could still feel Bankei close to him, gently stroking his skin and kissing his lips, while his eyes remained closed, and he just rested for a moment. Bathing in the moment for a little while longer, only nodding sluggishly to approve of the god’s comment. This had indeed been good. Even better than before, which… was hard considering everything. Inclined to agree, not caring how greedy he would seem, but his rumbling stomach stopped him in his tracks. Zahabia had just opened his eyes again, stretched lightly and put his arms around the god’s neck once again to pull him down and in for another kiss, ready to give a little bit back, now that his confidence and competitiveness were slowly returning. He had already thought of a fun plan to execute and make sure Bankei truly wouldn’t have eyes for anyone but him, but of course… His stomach had to growl like a hungry wolf. Another wave of embarrassment flushed over his face, this one even worse than the one before. Zahabia just groaned, very unhappy about his other bodily needs that had to act up right now. He hadn’t even noticed that he had been hungry, but now… It became apparent very quickly as another grumbling sound followed. “Maybe some food first?”, his dissatisfaction was very visible on his face, but if they wanted to continue like this for a little bit longer, they probably should eat now and not wait until he truly was too exhausted to eat anything by himself. “After that, I’ll return the favor. You’re not the only one who knows how to make someone feel good, Bankei. You’ll see.”, Zahabia smirked, still determined to offer some sort of self-indulgent payback, now that he didn’t have to hold back anymore desperately trying to please his ‘master’.

2:58 AM

Now that they were… lovers? Was that what they were? Lovers? It had a nice ring to it… “Can you magic the food down here? I don’t wanna get up…”, he added, finally giving into the temptation that was Bankei’s lips, pulling the god down for another equally sweet kiss. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Instead of the eagerly expected agreement, the god raised an eyebrow in surprise to hear that little growl coming from his little dancer. With those cheeks flushed all red and that little annoyed groan following, the god couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "Sounds good to me." He leaned down for another small kiss before Zahabia spoke his teasing offer. "Mmm I can't wait." With a playful growl and a smirk, more sweet kisses followed. After one last kiss and that sweet demand, Bankei only realized that he was still inside. With a small groan he pulled out before he moved a bit to drop himself into the pillows besides his little human. His arms were quick and gentle to pick Zahabia to place him on top of him to rest. With only a flick of the God's finger, the golden tray of dumplings appeared floating besides them. The food was still as warm as when Bankei had served it on the balcony. Alongside of their food, two cups and a holder with cold water appeared besides the Two as well. With a soft smile on his lips, Bankei reached for one of the dumplings to feed it carefully to his little jewel before offering one of the cups to drink. Seeing Zahabia like this, happy and satisfied, made the god's heart melt. The god had never expected to know what true love feels like, but if this was it, he would never let go of it. About a week passed since the God had confessed his feelings for his little dancer. Since then, the Two were even more inseparable than before. The god was beaming with pride and happiness as he walked through the palace with an arm around Zahabia. He couldn't get enough of their sweet kisses, those soft whispers of adoration and those even more passionate nights of love and pleasure.

1:28 PM

The God did not hide his feelings from the servants or any other human that entered and left the palace. Today was no different. With an expression of mild boredom on the god's face as he listened to some of the merchants concerns. While Bankei listened he lounged on his golden throne within his audience hall, one arm resting like glued onto that beloved seductive hip. Right now he'd much rather have some alone time with his little jewel than being stuck within one of those hour long audiences... @SirFüncelot

Them finally being openly in love was a nice change of pace. Finally, he wasn’t alone the entire day anymore. Zahabia was very adamant about joining Bankei during his boring meetings, even if it was mostly to distract him from them. He didn’t understand a lot of what was talked about, but he also didn’t have to. His sole focus always laid on the god, trying to figure out new ways to tease him while he had to remain mostly straight-faced. To say that a few of these meetings had already had to be postponed was an understatement, but with them literally being drunk with love… Who could blame them? Today was no different. Zahabia was placed in Bankei’s lap, held close by one of his arms like a precious treasure that needed to be guarded. It always made him feel immensely precious. Getting cherished like this… Who would have known it could feel this great? The audiences were nothing he paid attention to; instead, his fingers had been drawing circles on the god’s chest for a while now, occasionally playing with the golden jewelry Bankei wore. A short gaze at his face revealed that he was just as bored as Zahabia, and they both had been stuck here for long enough already. Surely all the other matters could wait a little bit longer until they tended to them, right?

8:45 PM

Stretching and yawning, Zahabia placed his arms around the god’s neck in one fluid motion, pulling himself straight again so he could nuzzle against Bankei’s neck, placing a kiss on one of the countless bite marks he had left the night before. “Are you done yet? We’ve been sitting here for hours…”, Zahabia complained with a quiet whisper and a sigh, using one of the short breaks while another one of his subjects was led into the room to gather the god’s entire attention. “At this rate, my ass is gonna be sore for an entirely different and less pleasant reason.”, he added, dramatically pouting as he cupped Bankei’s face. “Can’t you think of anything more fun to do?”, Zahabia had something in mind already but wanted to make sure he had Bankei entirely to himself first. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

During all the time spend in that audience, Zahabia was the only thing that kept Bankei certainly awake. His little touches and drawn circles across his chest along with his fingers tugging on his pierced nipple chains gave him occasional shudders. The god couldn't hold back a sigh of relief as his almost last guest left. His arms settled on the waist of his little dancer, giving him a small smile after an exhausted sigh accompanied by an eye roll. "Oh I have plenty ideas of what we could do instead of this." Making sure that none of his servants paid mind to what he said, the god only leaned just a bit closer before whispering close to Zahabia. "One day I'm going to pound that little ass of yours on this very throne and give it a nice reason to be sore for at least a week." One of his hands gave Zahabia's ass a squeeze which made the God chuckle a bit, hoping to lighten the mood a bit and keep Zahabia's thoughts entertained for now as the god would only have to endure one more of those whiny merchants. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia hummed along, enjoying that thought quite a bit. It should be frightening that they were spending even more time absorbed in carnal desires now that they had confessed their feelings than before, but he didn’t mind it. He enjoyed that time spent together, even though he was sometimes pushed to his limits. The god seemed to have a little bit more stamina and pent-up desire than he did. So as much as he wanted to entertain the thought of finally using the throne for something fun, he wasn’t sure if this was possible today after already spending most of the night rather active. Bankei would most certainly be the death of him at some point in time if this continued, but Zahabia certainly wouldn’t mind. It felt too good, too addicting to even consider stopping. “I’d like that.”, he replied, a smug look on his face as he put his arms around Bankei’s neck, going for a kiss, not caring that the next merchant had already been guided into the room. No matter what they thought about him, he didn’t care. Even if they still thought of him as the god’s dancer, knowing how powerful Bankei was, he feared nothing. Not even getting bad-mouthed because of his shamefulness by his subjects. All that mattered to him was Bankei’s opinion of him and nothing else. “But I thought we could maybe do something else?”, Zahabia suggested further, keeping their faces close, their noses touching in a rather cute way, while he whispered. “Or is bedding me all night long all that you can do?”, he teased with a smirk and another short peck. “There is something you haven’t shown me yet, which is a real shame.”, he continued, giving Bankei a hint about the thing he wanted to do together, curious if he would figure it out on his own or if he had to think of other creative ways for the god to ask him out on a small date. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The response from his little jewel was filled with all the sass Bankei had expected. His eyes gleamed a bit at his tease that others would've been punished for saying. But the god only had eyes for his little jewel as their noses touched, so close. "You don't seem to mind it when you scream my name for the whole palace to hear." He whispered back with a teasing grin, giving him another peck on his as the lower set of eyes turned to watch the merchant while only listening partly. The next thing Zahabia mentioned made the god think for a moment. By now the human must've seen almost all things in the palace. There couldn't be much left unless... A devious grin curled along the god's lips as he cupped Zahabia's face. "I think I might have just the right thing to prove once more that I am more than enough capable of doing other things than making you unable to walk the next morning." With those words and a golden gleam in his eyes, the god rose with the human in his arms. With a few quick negotiations, only a few more sentences were needed for the human to take his leave. As soon as the merchant turned around, Bankei made a quick walk towards the other exit, two of the soldiers quickly pushing the golden doors open for the pair. The Two quickly reached the god's chambers. Bankei was gentle to let his little jewel slip out of his arms onto a nearby couch. The god then went to a nearby closet to pull out a beautiful yet simple dark blue scarf. "Here. Put this over your head. We have about 2 hours till we have to be back at the palace" He offered the scarf to Zahabia, waiting for him to take it before stepping back. Within the next blink of an eye, stars were rising from the tiles,

2:18 PM

embracing the god within a golden radiant glow for a moment until it was all gone as quick as it came. Who now stood in front of Zahabia was someone complete else. A tall man with beautiful brown skin, long white hairs and a comparably modest tunic. The tall raven haired god with four eyes and four arms was gone. Only the face and that golden mischevous glimmer within his two eyes remained. "And? How do I look?" Bankei gave Zahabia a devilish grin, raising his arms for a little twirl to show off his new look. It was incredibly rare for the god to take on this shape. Nobody would recognize them where they were going down into the city. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia grinned, leaning his head against the god’s chest with a happy sigh. "I do not mind it. I do enjoy how good you make me feel.", he replied honestly followed by a small giggle, as he snuggled closer, glad to finally have all of Bankei’s attention just to himself as he stood up with him in his arms. Like a small animal, he wrapped his arms around his neck a little bit tighter, not intending to let go any time soon, intrigued by the offer Bankei had made. He couldn't wait to see what he had thought of, already liking the idea of just having the god to himself. Knowing that this was he specifically was doing for him and basically no one else made Zahabia very happy, grinning to himself the entire way back to their now shared chambers. As soon as he was put down on the soft, cushioned couch, he sprawled himself out dramatically, taking the scarf and then freezing in place. He had expected Bankei to change and cover up as well, his magic already forgotten about, so to watch hum transform like this... It left Zahabia slowly blinking, mouth slightly ajar as he tried to comprehend what just had happened. He was staring. Not just because of the magic, but also because of the changed form. It was still clearly Bankei, he recognized his face and his eyes, yet at the same time... Like this, he couldn’t even complain that two hours weren't enough time, as he was too shocked by what he had just witnessed. Still holding onto the scarf, Zahabia squinted hard, studying the new body in front of him. He was... smaller. Less imposing, yet still somewhat the same. Zahabia got up from the couch, approaching Bankei and putting both hands on his chest, feeling around his body and sliding his fingers underneath the fabric of his tunic, before he pouted a bit, looking up at him.

4:32 PM

"It's not the same... But I guess it will have to do...", he offered, fingers still following the outline of Bankei’s chest and muscles, as he didn’t even make an effort to hide his disappointment. Not that this form wasn't sexy or hot or extremely handsome, but it just wasn’t the same. This was still Bankei and maybe if he got some time to get used to this he would get a bit more attached to this shape, but right now... He couldn't help but already miss everything he had come to like about him in the first place over so many weeks. The additional pair of arms that held him extra tight. The eyes that always laid just on him. The dark skin that made it impossible to tell when he was flustered. Well.... At least that was a change for the better now. Finally, he would be able to really see him blush. It kind of excited Zahabia and made him want to press for that to happen, but for now... "It still looks weird...", he added, still with the same honesty, trying to imagine them hugging or kissing. It... didn’t look right. Even just wrapping his arms around his neck felt weird. Zahabia still had to stretch a bit but reached his face much easier for a kiss, though as soon as he closed his eyes to feel those warm lips on his it was the same. The same warmth, the same smell, the same sensation. It was obvious that just Bankei’s appearance had changed, so if this meant that they could go where ever they were going undisturbed, he wouldn't complain. "I'll have to get used to this. But I don't think it's bad. Just... unfamiliar. And you look better how you usually look." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zahabias eyes were filled with confusion and awe as he slowly stood up to approach the god. Bankei only looked back at him, wondering if he'd like or even preferred that form over his usual self. "Oh come on! I don't look too bad now." Bankei scoffed a bit, propping his hands onto his hips with an eye roll. His looks softened nonetheless when the human came close to feel his lighter colored skin. This time with his human form, the god's cheeks couldn't hide the small flush when Zahabia's hands slid beneath his tunic, telling him how it was different as he usually looked. "Trust me, I don't like this look either. But it has to do for now." Bankei groaned a bit before he stepped away towards the balcony. Within his tracks he suddenly stopped to turn around. "Oh, almost forgot the most important thing." With a grin on his lips and a snap of his fingers, two silhouettes formed on the god's bed. Within the blink of an eye, there were Two exact copies of the pair in those soft sheets, himself in his godly form and his little jewel. Both of them were already almost naked, their lips clashing as the god pinned the human beneath him into the sheets. On closer inspection was it a memory of their past nights, those nights of love and affection the pair had shared. "There." With a satisfied grin, the god looked back down at his real jewel. "This will give us enough time until we are back. Nobody will interrupt or suspect that we are gone." He offered Zahabia his hand, taking it with an affirming small squeeze as he guided the human to the balcony. "You ready?" Bankeis golden eyes gleamed with excitement as he looked down at his love, waiting for hopefully was an agreeing nod. @SirFüncelot

He may prefer Bankei’s godly form, but getting to see him blush for the first time… It was certainly worth it, confirming Zahabia’s suspicion. He had always thought that the god had to blush and get flustered occasionally, so finally being able to tell that it was really the case, and he could cause it just by running his hands across his chest… It was like a ginormous ego boost, filling him with pride and the determination to fluster Bankei even more in the future. Maybe at some point he would be able to tell a difference on his dark cheeks. With a raised eyebrow, he watched the two illusions of the both of them for a moment or two, slightly embarrassed by his own lewd display. Zahabia had never really paid attention to himself in those moments, and even if he did, watching it from an outsider's perspective… It was more than just weird, and with a huff, he quickly turned around to join Bankei on the balcony. “I thought you’re the king of this place, shouldn’t you be allowed to do what you want?”, he asked, looking up at the still unfamiliar face of the god with questions in his eyes. It was strange that he had to go to such lengths to go out. Who would even dare drag him back to the palace? Surely he had to be bored out of his mind if he never left. “I guess we can’t stay out for too long then…”, Zahabia mumbled, letting his shoulders drop slightly as he put his hand into Bankei’s. He had been excited to stay out with him until the sun went down, watching the sunset and the rise of the first stars together… But maybe he was busy later on… And this was still better than not going out at all, so he shouldn’t be too sad about it. Zahabia just had to occupy Bankei with something else when they were back. Maybe he could get him to read him something again. He liked it when he did that… Especially because it also involved them cuddling.

10:39 PM

Pulling up the shawl above his head and wrapping it a little bit tighter around his shoulders, Zahabia got up on his tiptoes to steal a final kiss before finally signaling that he was ready for whatever it was Bankei had planned. Apparently they weren’t going to walk out of the front door, and he could only hope that the god knew what he was doing. Not that he thought Bankei was capable of hurting him, but seeing how reckless he could be with Ghiath… There was a slim chance that he just jumped down with him from here.

Watching Zahabia pull his shawl tighter around his head before stealing another kiss was all he needed to know that his little jewel was ready. With a smirk dancing on his lips, Bankei suddenly leaped with a floating, almost weightless step onto the balcony rail, pulling Zahabia along, making the humans body feel gravity less for just a moment until Bankei pulled him close to his chest. "Better hold on tight!" The god held Zahabia close in his arms, both of the dancers hands draped apart as if he was about to fly away. And that was what they did. With another weightless leap the god dropped himself head first off the rail, plunging down into the falling depths with Zahabia in his arms. At first they just seemed to fall faster and faster, the god grinning from the momentary thrill before their fall slowed. The god shifted in the air with Zahabia in front of him, his arms holding onto both of the humans hands once again. "Now large steps! One feet at a time!" He called in the rush of the air, waiting for Zahabia to do the first step that would let the levitate weightlessly through the air. Bankei was behind him, making sure everything went smoothly as his own steps were light as a feather. From above, the city looked even bigger than from the view of the palace. Streets below were filled with the bustle of the markets, large ships in the distance at the harbor where the waters flowed down a wide river towards the ocean. Bankei truly hoped that Zahabia was enjoying himself. After a moment of just flying above it all, Bankei decided to go lower, guiding Zahabia down between towers into one of the less crowded side corners. Only once he stood safely did the god let go. "You okay? Did you enjoy this little ride?" Bankei flashed Zahabia a devious grin, waiting for a reaction of his little human. @SirFüncelot

Suddenly feeling light like a feather was strange, and Zahabia would have liked to test out this strange new ability a little bit more, but as he heard Bankei’s words and felt him grab his hands, he prepared himself for… Not entirely sure what to prepare himself for, he just went with something normal, lightly squeezing the god’s hands in return, but immediately regretting not latching onto him like a leech as they dove off of the balcony. Zahabia already missed the second pair of arms that would have held him close in a situation like this, but now… All he could do was close his eyes and grip the other’s hands tighter, hoping not to crack his skull open on the pavement below. Even as their descent slowed and finally stopped with him upright again, he kept his eyes squeezed shut, face pale, head slightly dizzy. How on earth could Bankei think that this was a normal way to get out of a window? Especially after seeing how they could have left otherwise. With his feet hanging in the air, it took him a few steps before he slowly opened his eyes again, frightened by how high up they still were but glad that they at least weren’t plummeting anymore.

10:13 PM

Still holding on tightly, Zahabia reluctantly began walking, shooting Bankei a glare, not able to understand how he could look this happy after experiencing something like this. He was probably used to this, but he shouldn’t think that he could just get away with this without consequences. As soon as he was standing with both feet on solid ground again, he would scold him. But for now… Despite the height they were at, he was fascinated by the city, finally being able to see a lot more of it than before. It had already seemed magical and fascinating from the palace windows, but now that he was able to look at it up close… There were so many details he had failed to notice, the river, the plants, the small channels carrying water throughout the city streets. Surely this had to be what paradise looked like. Astonished by all the different impressions raining down on him, Zahabia was a little bit sad as the experience ended a little bit too soon, in his opinion, but was quick to remember why he was upset before. Turning to face Bankei, arms crossed in front of his chest, he stepped closer, once again glaring up at him. Zahabia tried his best not to get swayed by his stupidly handsome face and that goofy smile he liked so much as he spoke. “Enjoy? Enjoy?!”, he huffed, shaking his head and fluffing himself up like a small bird. “You nearly killed me! Who jumps from a balcony? Why didn’t we float from the beginning? I thought my heart was going to stop.”, Zahabia added, obviously irritated but at least slowly feeling better as color returned to his cheeks and the subtle nausea started to subside. This was already enough adventure for one city date… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite the spark of fear the human felt, Bankei knew he was enjoying the experience of flight once he knew Zahabia had opened his eyes. Nobody would see the Two soaring through the sky, magic concealing them until they had landed safely. His little jewels reaction was to be expected. He was as sassy as ever. He looked so cute when he was all worked up. "But you liked it and enjoyed the view didn't you?" Bankeis smug grin grew a bit wider before he bowed down a bit to steal one a kiss and a touch on those sexy lips before he moved away. "Come now. We have no time to waste." He took Zahabias hand as he was passing by, eagerly pulling him along into the more open bustling market street. The air was filled with the scent of spices and grilles foods, the talking of people turning into a sea of muttering. Some people yelled louder to advertise their products, carats pulled by donkeys of oxes passing by while children ran giggling through the streets. Few musicians played at almost every corner, only enhancing the atmosphere of the crowded bustling and still peaceful market. Something about it brought a small grin of his lips. A part of him had missed all of this, as much as he did not like to admit it. @SirFüncelot

He hated how right Bankei was. And how easy it obviously was for him to lighten his mood with one single kiss. Zahabia wanted to be angrier at him for a little bit longer, but he just couldn’t do it. Not when they were about to go on a date and have a good time together. So all he did was offer the god another glare, followed by a pouty lip and then an audible groan, as he grabbed his hand once more, intertwining their fingers while they walked. With fascination, Zahabia looked around, regularly stopping because something one of the vendors sold caught his attention. He looked at food, jewelry and strange things from faraway lands. Most of the things he had never seen before and could only stare at with surprise. Some of the foods he had tasted in the palace already, but there was just something different about them, when one bought them from a street vendor, so he was quick to shoot Bankei side glances out of big puppy dog eyes, when they stopped at another food stall selling fried dough balls covered in sweet date syrup and sesame seeds. Sure, he could buy them himself, but what was the fun in that? They were on a date. Bankei was supposed to buy him what he wanted, just like he would buy him whatever he wished for. Yes, he may be rich and didn’t really need that, but it was the thought that counted.

1:59 AM

“Can I have some?”, Zahabia asked sweetly, eyes still big as he turned further around to face the god and hit him with the full force of his cutest, most adorable expression. Pursing his lips, he also wrapped his arms around Bankei’s neck, still a bit surprised by how much shorter the god was now. At least, he could give him a kiss on his cheek without much problem. He knew that he would most certainly get what he wanted, even without doing all of that, but he also knew that Bankei liked that particular streak of him, so why should he suppress it? Maybe it even brought him an additional kiss. Zahabia certainly wouldn’t complain about that, either. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god let himself drag along by his eager little jewel, stopping at the vendors that caught Zahabia's attention. Somehow he could still feel some gazes on him given that he was still tall even for his human form. Occasionally shooting a unintenal glare at some staring humans he made sure that Zahabia was enjoying the time they had. Bankei's mood around his little jewel was even more relaxed and cheerful as usual, just spending his time with his little jewel and watching him stare in awe at some of the things the vendors offered. Occasionally he explained some of the things to him about where they came from or how they were commonly used. Of course Bankei could not resist those puppy eyes as they stood in front of the food vendor. With a small chuckle he let his little jewel give him that small kiss, never getting tired of his kisses or his cute little face. "Sure." He turned to the vendor, ordering one portion to share which the man happily agreed to make. Once they were done, he handed Bankei a small ship with about 10 of those in syrup and sesame covered balls. The god in return handed him 2 golden coins he pulled out of his tunic before turning to look back at Zahabia. "Here. Be careful. They are still hot." With a small grin did Bankei offer him the little ship, waiting for a reaction to how they tasted. @SirFüncelot

Eagerly, Zahabia watched as the sweets were made, basically beaming with excitement. He squeezed Bankei’s hand, happily smiling to himself, until he held the steaming hot snack in his hands. Rolling his eyes lightly at the god’s comments, he picked up one with a small wooden skewer, not eating it himself, but instead blowing on it, before offering it to the god. Grinning from ear to ear, he ate the next one, happy about the familiar taste. Just like he remembered from the festivals he had gone to a few years ago, though this was a lot better now that Bankei was by his side. Everything felt so much nicer. His surroundings seemed to glow, and all thanks to the god right in front of him. How could he ever be without him? Happily finishing the sweets, he offered half of it to Bankei, occasionally stealing a kiss in between, tasting the sweet syrup on his lips. It was cute, but there was so much more he wanted to see, and he couldn’t even decide where to start. So the smartest thing to do was turning to the god for guidance while they ate. After all, it was his city. If anyone knew the best spots and the places with the greatest view, it had to be him. Surely he also had some stories to tell about some of the things here, right? On the way, they had seen some of the golden guards he had already grown accustomed to, knowing them from the palace grounds. But what their purpose was… He had no idea and, so far, hadn’t found the right time to ask.

5:25 AM

“What else is there to see?”, Zahabia began, already excited about what else there was for them to explore. No matter what it was, with Bankei by his side, it could only be great, so it didn’t matter that much, but of course he had a few things he wanted to see. “Can we go to the river? Is there a port? I saw ships from the windows.”, he added after a short pause, basically vibrating with excitement. “Can we get on one? I’ve never been on a boat before.” There were so many new things for him to experience, and he kind of feared that there wouldn’t be enough time for all of it, but Bankei would hopefully come here with him a little bit more often, right? It was possible to take a few occasional breaks from his duties to go out with him. If not… Maybe Suraja would take him? He kind of wanted to go with Sheshadri as well and show him all the jewelers, but just imagining what the other humans would do to him, made him regret that thought almost immediately. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god's heart made a small jump when he saw the happiness bloom in his little jewel's face. Bankei was quite surprised to see Zahabia offering him the first bite, but he did not refuse to take it. He knew it would make no sense to argue right now anyway. With a small grin he bowed down to pluck that sweet fried dough off the little skewer. It was still hot, but Bankei was able to swallow it without any problems. Being able to share those sweets with his little jewel in his arms, tasting those few delicious kisses inbetween filled the god with so much life and happiness. He was almost beaming of it. When they both finished their sweet snack, Bankei guided Zahabia in his arm back onto the marketing street while he talked or rather listened to his excited rambling with a small grin. "I'm not sure if we make it to the port by time." Bankei shrugged, eyes flickering over to a jewlery stand near before wandering further. "The city is large but there are definitely some more things you might like to see." With that mischevous grin on his lips, the god gave his little human a tour through the market street, stopping occasionally at a few more fabric and jewlery stands to watch before following the flow of the people around a few more corners til they stood at the side of a large river. Turquoise water flowed below the golden bridges that helped people cross to the other side of the city market. Below following the river in further distance was a beautiful golden fountain within a calmer sort of lake. Looking up into the opposite direction, the large palace walls and high towers looked over the whole city from there, that river being the center piece that guided people up to the palace. Seeing all of this from up close filled the god with such pride. He couldn't wait to show his love all of this, all the hard work he'd put in to create this golden city of a peaceful paradise... @SirFüncelot

Not being able to go see the port up close was kind of disappointing, but it just meant they had to save it for another time, which in return would mean they had to go on at least another date like this, though even better would it be if they went on more than just on more. Zahabia enjoyed this. Just Bankei and him. No one recognized them, even though most eyes were directed at them wherever he went. But he liked the attention, though it could never compare to the one he received from Bankei. Nothing would be able to. Looking around more stalls and shops, he let the god show him around, listening to all the different anecdotes he gave him. Zahabia tried to listen to them in the beginning, but quickly lost focus, too distracted by Bankei’s voice and his face. It wasn’t the same, but he could recognize his features, obviously recognizing him as the man he had fallen for, just a little less attractive without all of his godliness. It made him chuckle softly while he stared up at him, glad it had come to this. If Bankei hadn’t taken that first step… If Ghiath hadn’t convinced him… It was kind of weird to think that they were just here because of that dumb meathead… Maybe he had judged him poorly? After all, Bankei wasn’t as bad as he had seemed at first glance, either. But that was a problem for another time. Right now, he had other things to deal with.

3:09 AM

Trying not to look suspicious, Zahabia looked around the jewelry stalls, searching for something very specific he’s had in mind for quite some time now. His first thought had been to ask Sheshadri about it, but that would have probably been weird. It was better like this, though; Bankei was kind of watching him like a hawk and made all of this a lot harder than it was supposed to be. Even after finding something he liked, buying it was the hard part. Zahabia had to wait until the god absentmindedly walked off to the next stall, while he quickly paid for the piece he'd had his eyes on, stuffing it into the pocket of his pants, returning to Bankei’s side before he noticed something. This certainly had been a lot more stressful than he had thought, but now that he had secured what he had wanted… He couldn’t help but smile, excited about this evening, finally being the one to surprise Bankei in return. The god certainly had earned it. They walked more, suddenly stopping in front of a river. He hadn’t even noticed the rushing of water over the many voices around him. With wide eyes, he watched the water flow by, leaning so far over the edge that one could fear he might fall down, but should that happen, he was sure Bankei would catch him. He had seen this from the palace windows. All the blue water against the golden buildings and streets… It had already looked beautiful from far away, but now that he was closer… He couldn’t help but stare in awe, turning towards the god with a bright smile on his face, happy to be here with him.

3:09 AM

“This is amazing.”, Zahabia started, eyes sparkling the longer he looked. “It’s beautiful...”, he added, unsure if he meant the city or Bankei, maybe both, because it was breathtaking, only enhanced by the presence of the god. “Did you make this?”, he asked, looking around and gesturing towards everything. Surely this wasn’t built by humans. Bankei had magicked this here or something. How else was there supposed to be so much water in the desert? Even an oasis didn’t carry this much water. And all the gold… Surely it had to be paint or some type of special stone, but still… He had never seen anything comparable to this. It was unique, but so very fitting for the god. Everything here basically screamed his name. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Zahabia's eyes reflect that bright water shimmering in the orange sun made the god smile despite for his concern that he'd have to drag the man out of the water a few moments later. "The water was deep below the desert for centuries, too deep for even nature to reach. I only gave it it's way to the surface." Bankei gave Zahabia a small cheeky grin as he came up from behind and sneak that hand around his hip. For a moment, the noises around the Two faded away, only leaving the yellow organge sky above them and the turquoise water below. The god felt happy to share that small moment with his little jewel who deserved to see even more beauty beyond those palace walls. If only it was something within the god's power to fulfill... "THIEF!" Torn out of his saddening thoughts the god whipped his head around at those words. He pulled Zahabia closer as he watched a man shoot through the crowded basar street. His body was covered in dirt and an old sack and cloth, arms holding onto a hand of precious jewlery. People around him were quick to make way, but none of them seemed to stop him. In fact, most of them seemed almost unbothered as the man passed them, turning around to continue their work or errand running. Others on the other hand called out to the thief, pleading him to stop but with no avail. The pleading was cut off by a thud and another confused building up scream. The man had fallen to the ground, clutching the previous jewlery to his chest as he watched in terror how his feet were slowly devoured by gold.

2:30 PM

Quickly the gold shot up his legs, wandering all the way up to the man's waist who tried to rob away. Some of the pearl necklaces dropped on the cold stone before he had taken his last desperate breath, his frightened expression forever encarved into the gold. It all went by so fast. Bankei had no way to react, forced to watch that poor man's expression be frozen like that until the further fate that bloomed his remains. "Come. Let's go." The god shook his head quickly as he pulled along, away from that moment, that perfect moment that was ruined in such a shitty manner @SirFüncelot

Zahabia felt as if he were in heaven. A beautiful scene, with Bankei holding him close while they watched the hustle and bustle of the people and ships around them. With a sigh, he leaned back against the god’s chest, closing his eyes for just a moment, enjoying every last second of this until he was ripped from his thoughts by a scream. Instinctively, his hand felt for the small silk pouch in his pocket, relieved to still find it where he left it. His eyes followed the poor soul running away. He had seen many desperate people like this. After all, every city had its dark sides. To expect something different from Buyanchugol was foolish. With shock in his eyes, he watched the man turn into a golden statue, the things he had stolen clattering to the ground. Now that he saw this… Shaking slightly, Zahabia held onto Bankei’s arm tighter, remembering the countless golden statues he had seen around the palace and throughout the city. Could it be? Surely he had to be mistaken. But they appeared so lifelike… Just like… like the man before them. He never got the opportunity to ask anything, already getting pulled away by the god towards what he believed to be the direction of the palace. He had so many questions and was sure Bankei knew that. Probably one of the reasons why he tried to move him further away from the scene. Zahabia just wasn’t sure if it was meant to distract him or give them a chance to talk in private. Turning people into gold… It seemed so cruel, especially those desperate enough to steal. Surely there were other ways to deal with the poverty considering the god’s powers.

8:43 PM

Wordlessly, Zahabia let himself get pulled along for a bit, just waiting to see if Bankei would stop on his own, but it took too long for him, so he took matters into his own hands. Without second thought, he pulled the god into a less busy alleyway, pressing him against one of the house walls, hands placed right next to his head to prevent him from escaping. “I think you have some explaining to do.”, he grumbled, not even entirely sure why he was this annoyed by this. Probably because it could have been very well him who got turned into gold. After all, he had already nearly been eaten by Sheshadri for entering the royal treasury. Or was it because Bankei hadn’t told him about this? Surely there had to be many more things he knew nothing about, and… Did he even have a right to know them? It wasn’t like he was ruling together with Bankei or anything… Why was this pissing him off even further? “I thought you loved your people. You have more than enough power to provide for them, but instead you turn them to gold?”, he continued his rant, obviously angered and annoyed, feeling a few too many things at this moment. “You could help them. Do you even know how desperate people have to get before they even consider stealing? I’m sure there are other things you could do instead.”, Zahabia just kept on quietly screaming at the god, not even giving him an opportunity to explain himself. “Is that what all the statues are? People who tried to steal from you? Would you have turned me to gold as well if Sheshadri hadn’t eaten me before? Would you have put me up for everyone to see?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

This was bad. Very bad. Why did Zahabia had to witness such a cruel sight today, now that their date had gone so perfectly. The god shook his head as he just pulled the human along to get away as far from the golden statue as possible. Unfortunately his plan was quickly pulled to a stop when Zahabia pulled him into that side alley. The god's eyes widened in surprise to have his little jewel so close to his face on that same height. Hell he could even pin the god against the wall like that. Still in a bit of shock, Bankei stared slightly baffled at his not so little anymore human, accusing him of those cruel things. "Okay okay will you calm down for a second and let me explain?" Zahabia had left the god no room to breathe or to interrupt so he just had enough. With firm voice he'd regained his confidence, holding his two hands in front of his chest defensive before settling them on Zahabia's shoulders. "First off, those statues you've seen in the palace are not real humans turned to gold." The god let out a small sigh in between. "And even back then, I would've never turned you into one." His eyes were clear to show the regret he felt towards his love. Even back then, even before the Naga had almost swallowed him whole, never had the god considered to turn him into a golden statue. Thinking about all of this made the god sigh once more before looking back at Zahabia. "Many humans come and seek a new life within Buyanchugol, a better life. But not all are playing by the rules to satisfy the darkness and greed of their heart."

12:24 PM

From the time his kingdom had begun to flourish, the god had witnessed many humans getting consumed by their greed and hunger for more. More gold, more wealth, more power... "Those that are not willing to do so, even after warnings and having heard the tales surrounding this city, will and must be punished." Bankei's voice grew more stern again. "It is my responsibility to ensure the safety and happiness for those who do make this place that paradise what you've seen here today." Somehow saying all those things aloud in front of the dancer made Bankei feel so... small. Over all those centuries of his reign, the god never felt guilt or regret towards his laws. Why was this happening now? Zahabia had really changed the god more than he would've thought... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia may have reacted on impulse, but he had always been hot-headed and quick to anger. He was an emotional person, after all, and certainly didn't feel the need to hold back in Bankei's presence. The god knew him better than anyone. He knew how he could get, and that it was hot air most of the time. It wasn't that he mistrusted Bankei or thought he had bad intentions; he just... He hadn't really thought this through, speaking out the things he had just thought about without considering them again. Maybe that had been harsh and uncalled-for, but he had thought there was some sort of injustice happening here. He just wanted to be sure Bankei knew what he was doing. Knew that probably no one would resolve to stealing on their own accord. Feeling Bankei's hands on his shoulders grounded him a bit. It calmed him slightly, allowing the god to respond to all the accusations and questions while Zahabia took a moment to just breathe and listen. Sure, he wanted to interrupt, but that wouldn't help anyone. He had to at least give Bankei a chance to reply, even if it was hard to hold back. How else was he supposed to figure out what was really going on? And he really needed that right now, because, as it seemed, he had gotten it all wrong.

1:49 AM

Lowering his gaze slightly, he huffed, expression shifting from angered, over annoyed towards something slightly less negative. He was still irritated by this, but at least he wasn't shouting anymore, even managing to look at Bankei again, taking in who was standing in front of him. "If you say so... I suppose you are right...", he mumbled, not liking that he was in the wrong. "I've never seen statues that look so lifelike, though... They look just like that man.", he continued to explain what had led to this misunderstanding in the first place. After all, it wasn't like he thought Bankei was cruel enough to pull something off like that. Maybe during their initial meeting he would have thought so, but now that he knew what a big softy he truly was... It was just unbelievable. "What did the man do then?", he continued to ask. Even though his explanations made sense, everything had gone so fast, surely Bankei couldn't have judged him during that split second just by looking at him. Even with his magic and everything else, it just didn't make sense. "We didn't even see him commit the crime. He was just running from your guards. Everyone would run if they were followed by one of those things. They are scary.", Zahabia continued, trying to understand and remain calm while not appearing to be annoyed, though he slightly was. Why wasn't Bankei just giving him all the facts? Why hadn't he even told him to begin with? Wasn't that something he was supposed to know? It would have certainly made the situation less awkward, but judging by the god's own reaction this didn't seem to happen too frequently, so he probably hadn't thought this would happen today of all days. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Zahabia slowly calm down from his confused ramble while the god was talking was a great relief for Bankei. Of course those questions that followed more calmly were to be expected. At Zahabia's justifications the god only shook his head. "Listen, you did not know this man." Bankei looked the human sternly into his eyes as he held him by the shoulders. "I did. My guards had an eye on him since he'd entered the city today. That jewlery he stole was smeared with blood from the street vendor he stabbed and almost killed for that theft." He tried to get Zahabia to understand. That the god was not the monster he appeared as in this moment. Memories from the guards visions had filled his inner eye as they'd witnessed the man turn into the riches he'd seen as the only escape. "The speed at which the body turns into gold varies depending on if their hearts accepts change." The god's expression softened, his hands sliding down Zahabia's arms to gently take those hands. "Sharing wealth, helping people, acts of kindness! Good deeds and a cleansing of the heart will let the gold fade away." Giving those hands a gentle squeeze as he talked, Bankei's eyes almost seemed sorrowful "Please understand. This is the only method this place stays as safe and prosperous as it it now. This man's actions and despair are no excuses to get out of his punishment." @SirFüncelot

With a sigh, Zahabia leaned his forehead against Bankei’s chest, returning the hold on his hands and intertwining their fingers with each other. He had messed up, hadn’t he? It probably would have been better to ask all of this calmly, but he had overreacted, and now here they were. He was glad Bankei had reacted as calmly as he had, making the situation less awkward for the both of them. Certainly it was moments like this when he wondered if he truly deserved the god, seeing how patient he was with him and his temper. As if he would have ever thought he would do something like that. He may be all powerful, but Bankei wasn’t as much of an ass as he had initially thought. “Does that mean he will turn back once he’s ready to change?”, he asked, still not entirely sure about that part, and he didn’t really want to think too much about the people trapped in the gold and how they were still alive. It was all rather strange to him, even though it seemed to make sense. Bankei had probably been doing this for centuries already. Why had he thought there was anything wrong about this? Certainly, people would protest more if this was some sort of random happening, but they had seemed genuine in their attempts to help. Why did all of this had to be so complicated? “Sorry for shouting at you…”, he added, still mumbling, gripping Bankei’s hands a little bit tighter. “I may have overreacted…”, Zahabia continued, raising his head to look up at the god, only now noticing how unusually close their faces were. “Thank you for explaining.”, he stretched only a little bit to kiss his cheek in an attempt to make up for the unnecessary fight he had started, even if it hadn’t lasted very long, he still felt a little bit bad about doubting Bankei like this. “Can we go back? I think this was enough for today.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The gentle touch of his love felt calming to the god. A wave of relief washed over him when Zahabia seemed to understand the gravity of the situation, accepting his own act of reason. Bankei only frowned for a short second at Zahabia's question. For a moment he remained silent, avoiding his gaze. "He will get the punishment he deserves." Bankei swallowed his pride with that small mumble, giving Zahabia's hand a gentle squeeze before a wave of crimson shot into his face from that gentle kiss. How unfortunate that this form did not cover up those things well. "It's okay." The god gave Zahabia a small smile before wrapping his arms around the dancer's waist to pull to pull him in for a proper kiss. "Plus, you look cute all fluffed up like this. Like a small angry bird." Bankei couldn't hold back a smug grin as he pulled him along before Zahabia could even respond. The travels back to the palace were as quick on the way back as with their first time. But as Bankei soared through the air with his love above the city roofs, he had a spontaneous idea. Close before reaching the palace walls did the god suddenly slow down, gliding down to one of the more flat roofs and making sure Zahabia's feet touched the ground first before his own. They both were just in time with the sky having already turned into a beautiful organe color. The sun had already begun to lower itself close over the desert behind the city walls. It was already a beautiful sight. Without another word and a small grin on his lips did those strong arms wrap around Zahabia's waist from behind to pull him down into Bankei's quite comfortable lap. "How about we watch the sunset from here today hm?" The god gave Zahabia a small grin, giving his little human a kiss on the cheek before resting his chin on that soft skin from his shoulder, eyes set on that beautiful sunset to enjoy.

1:27 PM

His heart was filled with happiness, happiness that he could share all of this with the one person that meant everything to him. @SirFüncelot

Watching Bankei’s cheeks turn red for once was surely a sight he didn’t get to see often. He liked it, even if this human guise wasn’t as beautiful as his usual appearance; just the fact that he could see his embarrassment and be a bit closer in height to his love made up for everything it was lacking. Still, he wouldn’t want to change a thing and couldn’t wait until he turned back, now that he knew that the god was indeed capable of blushing and just tended to hide it. He may even blush more than Zahabia originally thought, just because of how easy it was for him to hide it. It was an adorable thought, and he would just pretend that was the case until he picked up on the god being flustered more easily. Squinting at the comment, Zahabia began to pout, nudging Bankei in a playful yet annoyed way for the shit-eating grin he gave him, though his attitude didn’t last long as they took to the sky once more. Now that he wasn’t plummeting straight down to the ground, it was a lot more bearable, and he even found himself enjoying it. Walking through the air, holding onto the god’s hands, it was strange, but getting to see all the small people in the streets, as well as the palace in the distance… It was truly beautiful, and made him forget about what had happened just minutes ago. There was just no time for that today. Especially not as they landed on one of the rooftops to watch the sunset.

8:41 PM

Zahabia had planned to do this from the balcony up in Bankei’s, no, their chambers, but this was nice too, even if it required him to shift a few things around. For now, he tried his best to really focus on the sunset and not shift his attention back towards the god and all the things he had planned for the day when they would finally go visit the city. He was already getting impatient, fidgeting lightly in Bankei’s lap as he played with his hands, adjusting his grip on them, rubbing his thumbs against the back, and running his fingers through the gaps in between his. Leaning back against the god’s chest, head resting on his shoulder, as he let out a deep sigh. He had managed to stay partially still for around five minutes, maybe, but wasn’t able to do so any longer. Zahabia was too excited, maybe able to appreciate the beauty of the moment more when there wasn’t something metaphorically burning a hole into his pocket. He had no idea how Bankei had managed to stay so calm when he had surprised him with his favorite food as well as his confession all those weeks ago, because he certainly wasn’t capable of that. “Can you turn back? Just while we are up here?”, Zahabia asked, as he sat up properly again, to turn around in Bankei’s lap and wrap his arms around the god’s neck, hitting him with the most adorable puppy eyes he could muster, hoping that it would help convince him. Surely Bankei had a way to conceal himself even while looking like his absolutely stunning self. And even if not… Who would bother looking up here at this time of day? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Feeling Zahabia nuzzle into his chest made Bankei smile softly to himself. He couldn't decide who he should watch more: that beautiful orange red sunset over his golden city or nuzzling into that soft olive green hair that smelled of olives and spices. Of course the decision was easily made as he entwined his fingers with his precious jewel, keeping him close to his chest in this perfect moment between the Two alone. Bankei had already a hard time tearing his eyes away from his little jewel, but when he turned around to look directly at him with his arms around his necks and those puppy eyes; it left him completely defenseless. "Okay fine." Bankei chuckled before bowing down and press their lips for one long passionate kiss. As their eyes remained closed and their arms entwined, Zahabia would feel something shift beneath. The god's change in appearance had been completed when he wrapped his second pair of arms back around those tempting lips while prolonging their sweet embrace. When Zahabia opened his eyes, four molten golden eyes looked back down at him with warmth and affection. "Better?" He gave the human a small grin before giving him another small peck on his lips. @SirFüncelot

Satisfied with what he had wanted to achieve, he gladly accepted the kiss, feeling the shifting beneath him, anticipation already gathering inside of him. It had only been a few hours at most, but it felt like he had already forgotten what Bankei looked like, and now, getting to see those two pairs of eyes look at him, enchant him with their golden gaze while four very familiar hands roamed across his body, Zahabia was certain to say that he had missed this. As nice as his human form was, he preferred the god he had fallen in love with, already leaning in for another prolonged kiss, hands wandering to the back of Bankei’s head, burrowing his finger deep into his hair. “Much better.”, he confirmed with a happy grin as they finally pulled apart again. He studied the god’s face once more, trying to see if he was still unable to ascertain if he was blushing or not. Zahabia would have to pay closer attention to it to make sure if that may be the case, but for now there were more important things to do. Leaning in close to his ear, he first pressed a gentle kiss against Bankei’s earlobe before whispering to him. “Can you close your eyes? I have a surprise for you.”, he mumbled, kissing the same spot again. “And I mean all of them. No peeking allowed!”, Zahabia chuckled lightly, rummaging through his pocket to take out the small silk satchel he had received from the jeweler before, after making sure Bankei really had closed all four of his eyes and wasn’t cheating. Grabbing one of his arms, he gently placed something around his wrist, admiring it silently for a moment, before stealing another kiss from Bankei’s irresistible lips.

8:26 AM

“It’s not as grand as the necklace you gave me, but it doesn’t clash with your other jewelry, and you can wear it all the time.”, he mumbled as some sort of explanation, blushing lightly while he fidgeted with the cords of the satchel. It felt so insignificant compared to the gifts he had received so far. It was just a simple golden bangle after all, but with the green stones… He had thought maybe it would remind Bankei of him, but maybe that had been a stupid thought… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing those words from Zahabia made Bankei smile softly back at him, letting his love take in the view of his ususal handsome well toned self. A content purr vibrated in his throat when the human's feathery lips brushed against his earlobe just aside from his dangling earrings. "Okay fine." The god chuckled a bit, closing at first only one set of eyes before closing his second. As promised he kept them closed, waiting. Bankei did not resist when Zahabia pulled his arm forward, feeling a light metal close around his wrist. His heart began to pound even faster now, a deep blush creeping on his face already before he was pulled into another kiss. Slowly the god opened his eyes again, watching Zahabia blush before his eyes found the beautiful bangle on his wrist. It was simple, but beautiful work. The green stones shimmerd magically in the remaining rays of sunshine. It reminded him of the person who made him this beautiful gift, those soft green waves of hair that smelled like flowers and spices. It only made the god blush even more. In this moment his heart was filled with more love and happiness than he ever felt. Zahabia bought it especially for him and Bankei had not even noticed. Without another word did the god lean forward for another deep and passionate kiss, the sun behind them almost completely sunken behind the horizon. "Thank you my little jewel. It's perfect." He whispered softly against those sweet lips, one of his hands brushing a string of beautiful green hair behind his ear. Zahabia was his most precious jewel that he would protect at all cost. The evening went by and so the God eventually returned to the palace.

11:55 AM

After giving his little jewel another tight hug and a loving kiss, he made sure to order Zahabia some food before Bankei excused himself with a heavy heart. He just had to settle a few small things that wouldn't take too long. An hour later did the golden doors to the royal chambers open again, the god entering the room with a tired yawn. He couldn't wait to take his precious jewel into his arms and cuddle with him or maybe even give him a nice rough fuck just how Zahabia liked it. But all those thoughts aside, Bankei was the most happy over the fact that he'd be reunited with his most precious jewel again... @SirFüncelot

His worries seemed to fade away, making space for a wide and happy smile as he heard Bankei’s words, felt his gentle touches on his skin. He liked it, and that was all Zahabia needed to know. It made him proud and happy and excited and feel loved and so many more things he couldn’t describe, but he was sure that even with how bumpy it had been along the way, today could still be a good day. Especially with what else he had planned. As much as he wanted to just keep sitting up here, snuggling and cuddling while the city around them slowly quieted down, he was also glad to finally return to the palace. Letting the god go to deal with some more work with a heavy heart, he made him promise to be swift and come back to him at once. Zahabia still had things to prepare, so he didn’t mind being by himself for once. He ate while taking a bath, making sure to apply a bit of scented oil made from the petals of the same flowers the god usually used to smoke during his ‘important meetings’. Not because he thought they would need it, but simply to see if it would have a reaction on Bankei when he smelled it. Zahabia also changed into something more appropriate, with his hair braided down his back to keep it out of the way as he went through all the nice things the god kept hidden away. They hadn’t used much of it yet, just because he didn’t feel quite ready yet for most of it, but today, today would be different.

9:03 PM

Satisfied with what he had prepared, he lounged on their bed, waiting for the god to finally come back to him. He was growing a little bit more anxious with every minute that passed, despite having seduced him so many times already. Zahabia just worried about a little too many things. Maybe Bankei wasn’t in the mood; as unlikely as that was, they hadn’t had sex since yesterday morning, or maybe he didn’t like the idea he would propose. He just couldn’t help it, but even if that were the case, he would somehow manage to navigate around it. Even if they just cuddled or did what they usually did, Zahabia would be happy as long as Bankei stayed by his side. Hearing the doors finally open, Zahabia basically jolted into a standing position, watching the god for a moment as he walked inside, yawning, still not knowing what was about to happen to him. With a smirk on his lips and a sway in his hips that made the long strands of his skirt flow nicely, the golden chains draped across his chest clinked against each other like music. He approached the god, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he came to a halt in front of him, dragging a finger up the middle of his chest until it reached the tip of his chin. Pinching it between his thumb and pointer finger, Zahabia tilted Bankei’s head down towards him, making the god look at him and the surprise he had prepared.

9:04 PM

“You like what you see?”, he grinned, voice a little bit lower, a little bit more seductive than normal, as his other hand grabbed a hold of the golden chains that dangled across his chest, connecting the two pierced nipples of the god. It was only a light tug, not meant to really hurt, but to get the god to bow down towards him, so he could steal a kiss from him. Mouth open as he basically tried to devour Bankei’s lips, more dominant than usual, obviously more than certain in what he wanted. “I have another surprise for you”, he murmured against his lips, tugging a little bit harder at the chain he was still holding as the next word left his mouth, a low rumble against the god’s mouth while his smile widened. “Master.” Zahabia hadn’t said this word in so long, and for a moment it felt weird, but he quickly moved past that, touching Bankei’s cheek gently once more, before he turned to walk towards the bed, one finger hooked into the golden chain, lightly dragging the god along like this until he could push him onto the bed. Zahabia followed him, making him lie down on his back while he straddled his lap, a hand still firmly pressed against his chest to keep him there. “Stay like this. I’m going to take care of you today. It’s enough if you just look pretty. Can you do that for me, Master?”, he asked in a sultry, sweet voice, an innocent smile appearing on his lips, as he waited for a reaction, before he would even think about continuing. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god's eyes widened at the sight approaching him. The way Zahabia swayed his hips with every slow step, those eyes lowered but filled with desire. Bankei was left utterly speechless as he could only stare with a deep blush on his cheeks. He certainly had not expected to return to this tempting view. An electric shiver went up Bankei's spine as the human traced his finger up his chest to pull his chin close. His words remained stuck in his throat, even more when he felt that tuck on the chains of his piercings. Unable to respond he had no choice but to bow down at that sweet and unexpected hungry kiss. The faint smell of sweet flowers tickled his nose, the familiar smell of the flowers the god used in his special mixture of his water pipes. Fuck did it make his little human smell even more alluring. Still being at a loss of words, Bankei did not resist but to follow his love towards the bed. Hearing the words master spoken brought a small grin to his lips, along with a small gasp at another tug from the chains on his piercings. "Go ahead." Where the only words Bankei was able to whisper as he laid on the soft mattress with his love above him. He looked so incredibly beautiful and sexy. That small grin remained on his face as he waited for what he'd do next. His little jewel had the god completely wrapped around his finger. @SirFüncelot

With him receiving the okay from Bankei he slowly began to set himself in motion, hands roaming across the god’s irresistible body. At first, just feeling his warm skin and the shift of the muscles, but soon Zahabia started to take off all the chains and rings and other jewelry pieces that might get in the way with quick fingers and sensual touches, already teasing the god, leaving him only the bracelet he had put around Bankei’s wrist before, stroking across it with gentle fingers, loving how it looked against his dark skin. While doing so, he slowly explained what he had planned for today, seeing if he would be alright with it, making sure to seductively whisper his ideas into the god’s ear. “You remember the golden rope you showed me? You said it would look good on me, Master, but I have to disagree. It would look even better on you.”, Zahabia whispered, gently biting into the god’s earlobe, before he continued. “I’ve been thinking about tying you up for quite a while now, Master. You always make me feel so good. I want to give some of that love and admiration back to you. Let me spoil you today, Master.” Placing both hands on the side of Bankei’s face, gently cupping it as he moved to kiss him, as if to seal some sort of unspoken promise. A promise to make him feel better than ever before. Or at least that’s what Zahabia aimed for. He would have to see if he managed to achieve this or not.

10:13 PM

Pulling away after a second soft kiss, Zahabia reached for the ropes he had prepared, showing them to the god once more, even though he was pretty sure he knew what he meant the moment he started talking about them. They felt soft to the touch and reminded him a lot of the chains Bankei usually wore, though he would make sure they’d look even better on him. “I’m sure you can break them easily if they get too uncomfortable, but you can bear it for a bit, right, Master? For me?”, he explained, dragging down a finger the god’s chest as if to show him where exactly the ropes would wrap around his body in a bit, his stomach already filling with excitement. “You’re going to look so beautiful.”, Zahabia mumbled, smiling softly, as he just couldn’t keep himself from kissing Bankei over and over again. Maybe it was the flowery smell that was getting to his head as well, but the god seemed to glow today, looking even more irresistible than usual. “So beautiful, and it’s all just going to be for me.”, he added, slowly unwrapping the rope to get started, not really in the mood to be patient any longer. Or at least not patient enough to keep his fingers from touching every last slip of skin on the god’s body. “Can you sit up for me? I’m starting with your arms and your chest.”, making sure to narrate what he was planning to do, seemed like the best thing, in his opinion. He hadn’t really tied up anyone before, never having the desire to do so, but during the times this had been done to him, he would have wished for someone to do this and not just yank him around however they pleased. Zahabia wished to do it better, to bring Bankei as much comfort and pleasure as possible, making sure to show him all the love and adoration he held in his heart for him and that gorgeous body of his. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every touch send a warm shiver across the god's skin. His anticipation grew with every small touch and caress as Zahabia removed his jewelry in such a slow and teasing way. Bankei did not fight any of it. No. Something about his little jewel being the one in control was something that let his stomach flutter with excitement. A small gasp fled the god's lips as Bankei listened to those tantalizing sweet words. What naughty thoughts had played within his love's mind. "Yes..." He only whispered breathlessly as he closed his eyes to give into that kiss that sealed his fate for the night. His golden eyes wandered to settle on the rope Zahabia had begun to unwrap. Alone that sweet display of his love straddling him, tantalizing him with those sweet seductive words made his groin ache. "I am all yours my jewel." The god gave Zahabia a small grin before he could taste those sweet lips again, that flowery smell drifting up his nose to only deepen that erotic fog around them. "That's right. All for you..." Bankei mumbled between those kisses, eyes fluttering lightly before he did as he was told to sit up. Those golden eyes beaming with lust and desire were more than enough permission foe Zahbia to continue his work. Bankei would oblige happily. Tonight he was the one to be devoured. He couldn't wait... @SirFüncelot

Bankei’s words made him smile, blush slightly because he agreed with him. The god was his, and that fact alone made him happy enough to start beaming. Between soft kisses and gentle touches, Zahabia began wrapping the length of rope around the god’s torso, tying it into delicate knots to allow him to craft an artistic masterpiece, in his opinion. The golden rope against the dark skin looked absolutely stunning, and the further he got, the more he wanted to just look at Bankei and admire his body. Seeing how it squeezed his chest, making it look even bigger than usual, he wasn’t able to resist any longer. For a moment, he stopped what he was doing, just finishing the last knot he had been working on to tie the lower pair of Bankei’s arms behind his back. Dropping both ends of the rope, one of his hands began groping the god’s chest, enjoying how soft it felt underneath his fingers. Zahabia had thought that it would look good, but he hadn’t imagined it would look this good. He might have found out something new about him, and he wasn’t quite sure if it was something good or bad. Leaning his cheek against the other pec of the god, he closed his eyes for a moment, just enjoying the sensation, humming contently. He should have done this much earlier. He might have to do this more often as well. At least tying something around the god’s chest. It looked too good to not indulge in it more often. Smirking, he raised his head again, kissing the skin right next to Bankei’s nipple before he looked up at him.

11:37 PM

“You’re looking even better than I thought you would, Master, and I’m not even done yet.”, he smiled, leaning back further to just watch his face while he massaged both sides with his hands. “Usually you’re the one touching my chest, but today it’s my turn.”, his smile turned mischievous, checking one last time if there was a sign of discomfort on Bankei’s face before he continued, indulging in his fantasies even though he should finish up tying the god’s hands, but Zahabia just couldn’t help himself. With how plump his chest looked… He just had to bite into it, determined to cover the god’s entire body with many more marks. “I won’t hold back, Master. Not when you look this pretty.”, Zahabia chuckled lightly, placing kisses all over his chest, slowly introducing gentle bites that go rougher after a short adjustment period. It wasn’t very noticeable, but if he looked closely, he could see the teeth marks littering the god’s chest, paired with even less noticeable hickeys. It truly was a shame that he could barely see them, but at least it also meant that he would be the only one knowing about them, making them so much more special in Zahabia’s eyes. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god was more than happy to oblige the demand of his little jewel. Patiently he waited as Zahabia began to bind and wrap his body into this beautiful and delicate pattern that only highlighted his godly features even more. His breaths grew more uneven, more heated with every small gasp that escaped the god's lips at every knot and rope being pulled together tight. Bankei had watched Zahabia's every finger movement, closing his own eyes for just a second to feel his arms and muscles already restraining most parts of his body, especially his lower set of arms. Then a soft gasp, almost a moan fled the god's lips as those golden eyes fluttered open to see Zahabia massaging his well pronounced pec. They looked even bigger squished by the ropes that his love had already draped around them, his nipples already little hard plum peaks. Those lips touching his radiating skin in such a gentle way, those whispered soft praises, Zahabia's eyes darkened by lust. Bankei couldn't hold back a small moan as his jewel placed the first bite. "Fuck yes..." He whispered, his head rolling back as more small sounds of pleasure escaped his lips paired with a few wince inbetween as those teeth sunk into his skin hard. As Bankei was indulging in this erotic feel, he shifted his body weight onto his upper set of arms to lean back as he gave Zahabia full control. @SirFüncelot

Every little moan was answered by another bite or kiss, until Zahabia had made his way up the god’s chest and back to his lips. He didn’t hold back, stealing a rough yet passionate kiss from Bankei, that didn’t last long enough, in his opinion, so he went for seconds right away, grinning at how breathless it left the god. He looked even more delicious than usual. Eyes blown wide, breath unsteady and fighting against the restraints on his chest. They weren’t tight enough to hinder him in any way, but surely noticeable while trying to take deeper breaths. “Why don’t you turn over and get on your knees for me? Can you do that, master?”, Zahabia mumbled against his god’s lips, leaning in for a third and final kiss, before he helped him adjust and get in position as he wanted him. As much as he would have loved to look at his face, Bankei’s chest would have distracted him more than was good for him, so he had to change the plan a little bit. It would still be fun, and with the god turned around like this… On his knees, ass up in the air, while his head rested upon a small pile of pillows to assure his comfort. Zahabia was reluctant to say this, as the view from the front had already been rather spectacular, but even while still wearing his pants, Bankei looked absolutely gorgeous like this. Smiling, he ran his flat hand up the god’s back, tugging slightly at the pair of already-tied hands before he grabbed a hold of the rest of the rope, glad to find that the other pair was resting against Bankei’s back just as he had ordered before. “I’m tying your other hands now. Tell me if it’s too tight.”, Zahabia whispered, wrapping the golden rope around the second pair of wrists as well, making sure to secure both sets of hands together, so they wouldn’t be able to move, even if Bankei wanted to. While checking how the god was doing, he cupped his cheek, placing a tender kiss on his temple, glad that everything seemed to be going great.

8:41 AM

In a teasing manner, Zahabia dragged his fingers across the god’s spine, light as a feather, tickling his hot skin, until finally reaching the hem of his pants. Hooking the index fingers of both of his hands underneath it, Zahabia began to slowly pull them down, revealing Bankei’s round and utterly beautiful ass, even more accentuated by the position he was in right now. Not once did he pay attention to the god’s erection, ignoring it for now. The pants were gone quickly, discarded and simply thrown off of the side of the bed, finally giving Zahabia access to the entirety of the god’s body. For just a moment, he marveled at the sight before him, contemplating leaving Bankei like this for just a moment longer so he could simply look at him, but… He could do that in a bit when he was all done with him. After all, he had another rope prepared, gently wrapping it around the god's thighs, weaving it between the golden strands that laid around his waist and hips, before going down the other leg as well. It didn’t restrain the god too much, but certainly looked good on him, finally leaving Zahabia unable to resist and leaving another bite mark right on Bankei’s left butt cheek. If the god wouldn’t be able to sit tomorrow, Zahabia would be more than happy to claim this as a victory. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei devoured every kiss he was given with hungry lips. Taking no unnecessary time to breathe, he took in every deep kiss for as long as possible until they parte, leaving him with ragged breaths against those erotic restraints, pupils wide as his skin seemed to burn for more. The god had no plan to fight any of the instructions his jewel was giving him. After parting from that last hungry kiss with a low growl, Bankei turned around to adjust his body into this quite unusual position. Not even Ghiath was able to make him submit in such a way. Bsnkei's thoughts about his friend were quickly wiped away by a small gasp that followed those chilling touches down his bare back as Zahabia had now uncovered every part of his gorgeous body. With his ass now up in the air on such a display, the god put his remaining pair of hands on his back so his love could finish his gorgeous work. The god's erection was throbbing in need at the point when Zahabia was almost completely done, his legs, hips and thighs now wrapped into those gorgeous bondage knots as well. Now the god had no way to move, no way to escape out of that erotic scenario. There was no reason to. Another loud cross between a moan and a yelp came from his lips as Zahabia placed that lovely mark, cleary making sure to whom that ass belonged to. Tonight, Bankei was only his... @SirFüncelot

Taking a moment to just look at the state he had left Bankei in, leaning back to look at the golden rope, crisscrossing across the god’s body, his lust filled eyes, as well as his obvious erection, Zahabia could say he was rather satisfied with the work he had done so far. It had just been a few touches, kisses and bites and yet Bankei had already turned into this. He couldn’t wait to see what else was possible, hoping he would enjoy this just as much as Zahabia did right now. Even though he had thought about this situation a lot, it had turned out so much better now that it had become reality. “You look so lewd, Master.”, Zahabia cooed, as he moved behind the god, always a hand on his body to feel his hot skin. Both hands settled on his butt cheeks, squeezing and pinching them lightly, before he placed a soft kiss on the bite mark from before. “I think you have never showed me this part of you before, Master.”, he continued to narrate, massaging the soft skin, imagining how else the ropes could have been tied to maybe accentuate this part of the god’s body even more. “Your ass does look good. A real shame that you have to wear pants.”, Zahabia chuckled lightly, not wishing for anyone else to see this part of Bankei. This was for his eyes alone. It was enough of a shame that he revealed his chest for everyone to see. But sacrifices had to be made. Bankei was his and that was enough. With his soft quest and surprisingly tight butt. Gently, he spread them apart, dipping the fingers of one hand in the container of oil he had prepared beforehand. Circling the god’s hole, he carefully pressed a finger inside of him. He had seen what Ghiath did with Bankei and though he seemed to be able to take it, this wasn’t what he was going to do. Not when Bankei was soft and gentle with him as well. They could play rougher when he knew the other was comfortable. Until then…

3:42 AM

“Let me know when it hurts, Master…”, Zahabia whispered softly, leaning slightly over the god’s body to place kisses between his shoulder blades, trailing down his spine until he reached his tied arms. Each finger received a kiss, followed by his wrists, until he wandered up the first arm as well, the kisses turning to nibbles and then gentle bites as he reached the upper, more muscular parts. Zahabia intended to distract Bankei, while he moved his fingers inside of him, pushing in one after the other, until he had covered all four arms with marks of his love. Yes, the preparation may have dragged on a bit because of this, but he was having fun and Bankei certainly did as well, even if his neglected cock told a different story. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every little touch on his skin was driving the god crazy. The ropes pressing against his body as Zahabia teased him softly. As much as Bankei hated to admit it, he was looking good. So vulnerable than usual. Not even Ghiath, not anyone had seen the god like this before. Zahabia was the first one to see. A truly special treat for the evening. The hairs on his neck raised with goosebumps as Zahabia placed another lewd kiss on his mark, those hands gripping on tight before his lips parted for a soft shakey moan. He could feel the restraints around his arms tighten as the god squirmed with need beneath the humans divine touch. His ass was still tight and still could use some work which of course made Zahabia's work a delightful treatment. Every little kiss made the god shudder in anticipation, small gasps and moans escaping occasionally at a more gentle kiss or from another teasing bite. It was a unique experience and the god loved every second of it. The ropes tightened again as Zahabia inserted another finger, making his cock pulsate with even more anticipation. Bankei would not beg yet, but as soon as the third finger found its way in, even the god doubted that decision. It would only be a quick matter of time until Bankei would break. He couldn't believe that this was all happening. How hot this all was. His back arched again with another moan as Zahabia had found one of his sweet spot, making his cheeks even more flushed, one side pressed into thos pillows. Bankei would take everything that Zahabia had planned for the Two tonight. @SirFüncelot

Seeing Bankei so obedient and quiet was a little bit strange, but he probably didn’t have enough breath to reply to his teasing comments. Not with how much air he was already wasting on all those other beautiful sounds. It made Zahabia want to continue with this little game to see how much more the god could take. Would he beg and plead? Would he just tear the rope to shreds and grab him to satisfy his need? It would probably take a lot more than this for that to happen, but to imagine Bankei begging for his touch… Zahabia imagined it would be quite cute. Especially with his breathless voice. “Hm~ You like this, don’t you?”, Zahabia purred into Bankei’s ear, slowly stopping the thrusting of his fingers, instead starting more of a scissoring motion, to make sure he was well-prepared for what would come soon and because he noticed how much the god seemed to like it when he hit that one specific sweet spot. Though he wanted him to enjoy this, he couldn’t let Bankei have all the fun alone, could he? Not that he wasn’t having fun. The small amount of fabric he was wearing did barely anything to hide his own arousal, but for now he was still able to ignore it. “I think I have something you would enjoy even more than my fingers…”, he continued, mumbling those sweet words against the nape of Bankei’s nap while peppering it with more kisses. With a smirk, he brushed his crotch lightly against the god’s thigh, teasing him with the noticeable outline of his own erection. Hopefully finally able to push him over the edge. He wanted nothing more than to hear Bankei whisper a “pretty please” or something akin to that, and the expectation of more should surely do the trick, right?

11:20 PM

“But I won’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.”, Zahabia’s smirk widened, as he bit down right in the middle of the back of Bankei’s neck. He gently covered the area with apologetic kisses afterward, though he didn’t regret marking the god as his. He belonged to him alone. All of it! And Zahabia would challenge whoever wanted to deny him this. No one would ever be able to take the god from him again. Not when he was this beautiful and addictive. Not now that he was finally his! @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>> (edited)

The god was writhing in pleasure from every little touch, every little shift of Zahabia's fingers now continuing to hit that one sweet spot over and over again. His moans grew louder and more breathlessly bit by bit, his cock already throbbing that it was almost painful. "Isn't it obvious what I want?" Bamkei grinned, his lips parting in a soft gasp to feel Zahabia's clothes erection rubbing against his leg. Those teasing words brushing against the shell of his ear send a warm shiver down his back before hissing from the quick pain of that bite, slowly fading into a breathless moan. "More... fuck- just use me..." Bankei's pants were heavier now, eyes blown wide with an almost unnoticeable hint of despair in his voice. The ropes made his skin red beneath from all the squirming. He wanted Zahabia so bad. But he could not give in yet. Where was the fun if there was nothing to break afterall. @SirFüncelot

To expect that Bankei would falter so easily had been foolish of him, but he enjoyed it nonetheless. Hearing his breathless, slightly strained voice was nice. Especially paired with the things he said. It made Zahabia chuckle, only more determined to make him beg for more as he pulled away, only planting another kiss on the mark he had just left. His hips moved away from the god’s thigh, even though it had felt great to finally give his erection a little bit of attention, this wasn’t what he was waiting for. “I guess you don’t want your reward then, Master.”, Zahabia whispered, still seductive, though his words were followed by actions Bankei wouldn’t exactly like. He pulled his fingers out from within him, moving away from him entirely for the first time since they had started, not even touching the god with a single finger. He wandered off too far, only turning to the selection of fun things he had put together for this special occasion for a moment to pick something out among all of them. “Good that I prepared something for when you are being naughty as well.”, he finally spoke up again, settling a hand on his ass again after giving it a slight smack. Zahabia’s hand wandered over the spot to ease the pain, while he positioned himself back behind the god. Opening the vial with oil again, he coated the toy he had chosen once more, before moving to part Bankei’s cheeks again.

10:54 PM

“Naughty Masters don’t get a treat. Let’s see how you like this instead.”, with these words said, Zahabia gently pushed the tip of a beautiful jade dildo against the god’s hole, making sure to go teasingly slow, while pressing the toy inside of him, always taking some time to move it around or pull it back again to heighten the sensations. He was basically swimming in the sounds Bankei was making, feeling his head spin due to how amazing it made him feel. Zahabia had never thought he would enjoy something like this so much, yet here he was, basically having the time of his life, while teasing the god to his heart's content. He would certainly enjoy doing this again in the future. “Is this what you wanted, Master? Something to fill that greedy hole of yours?”, Zahabia hummed, giving the toy another gentle push, to see how Bankei liked it. With the god’s aching cock, he should probably pay a little bit more attention to that as well. But not in the way he would want him to. Instead, his other free hand wandered between Bankei’s legs, going directly for the base of it, tightly squeezing around it, while he continued to speak. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Master. Aren’t you enjoying it a little bit too much? We can’t have that, can we? The fun is over before it even begins.”, he squeezed his fingers again, putting emphasis on his next request. “How about we see if you can take your punishment without any accidents and if you ask nicely I’ll consider giving you your reward again.”, Zahabia offered thrusting the toy deeper than before, already picking up a slightly quicker pace than before. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei had no idea how Zahabia would react to his words, the way his body was reacting to those teasing fingers still inside him. Part of his pride had hoped that it would satisfy his little jewel. Of course it did not. Silence filled the room after for a moment, only the god's soft gasp interrupting as those lips carresed that mark on the back of his neck. Another small displeased groan followed as Zahabia removed his fingers, leaving the god with ragged breaths on the pillows. "M-my reward?" A shiver ran down Bankei's spine at those sweet words of his love. He couldn't hold back a small grin as he could hear Zahabia approach again. The way Bankei was tied up on the bed made it impossible for him to see what his little jewel was up to. It made this whole game even more erotic. Hand and skin colliding broke the silence again, the god drawing in a small breath before exhaling with a small groan again. A similar but louder sound escaped his lips when he felt that cold smooth surface slowly push into him. The god knew that it was over now. More muffled and restrained moans and sounds of pleasure slipped out of him as Zahabia hit that sweet spot with the jade dildo over and over again. His erection was begging for attention, painfully hard almost. Just as the first pearls of pre cum had begun to form he felt that warm touch. Only was Zahabia's hand not doing what the god yearned for. Instead his fingers wrapped around his base tight, causing another moan to slip. Oh how his little jewel was teasing him. Those increasing thrusts, the god's moans filling the room as Zahabia teased him with his toy while preventing him from cumming. "Haah~... God just- fuck me already- hngh~..." Bankei tried to form those words, teased by that sweet teasing whisper and Zahabia picking up the pace. His body ached against his restraints, a small trail of saliva stringing down his plump lips.

10:30 PM

As much as the god hated to admit it, he wanted more, so much more. He just had to swallow his pride, this one time... "F-fuck please... my jewel..." His voice was a bare whisper, a small pleading moan as he had finally given in... @SirFüncelot

Determined to keep the teasing up for as long as it would take for Bankei to crumble underneath the pleasure and never-ending stimulation. Zahabia smiled to himself, as he just kept on thrusting the dildo in and out of the other, watching with satisfaction how the god reacted. His squirming and shifting were good signs, showing him that maybe soon he would have him right where he wanted. And… In the end, Bankei still managed to catch him by surprise, even with his anticipation of these moments. Finally hearing this one single sweet word come over his lips… It made something in Zahabia’s stomach twist and turn, his grin only widening. “Is that what you want, Master?”, he asked once more with a sweet voice, right next to the god’s ear as he thrusted the dildo forward one last time, driving it as deep as it could reach. Zahabia left it there for the time being, as he bit down on Bankei’s earlobe, leaning his body against his backside while talking. “It won’t reach as deep, and I might not be as skillful… Are you sure?”, he teased once more, twisting the dildo slightly, while waiting for a response. “But I’ll give it my all, Master. Your jewel would never disappoint you, right?” After whispering his last words, Zahabia pulled away, pulling out the toy and discarding it, as they wouldn’t need it any longer, followed by another light smack of Bankei’s other butt cheek. He finally began undressing himself; the soft jingle of his pearl skirt could be heard, though he didn’t take it off, only removing the annoying piece of underwear underneath it and pushing the strands of thin red fabric to the side, to reveal his own erection. Zahabia felt like he was leaking just as much as the god, simply from watching him, though that could never be enough. He wanted more, and he couldn’t wait any longer. He would take what was his now and think later.

11:02 AM

Sitting up on his knees, Zahabia stroked his cock a few times, covering it with oil as well, before spreading Bankei’s cheeks with both hands, moving closer until his tip was rubbing against his hole, twitching with anticipation. “I hope you like your reward, Master. I prepared it specifically for you.”, not able to reach Bankei’s neck like this, his kiss had to land on Bankei’s spine instead, as Zahabia pushed himself inside without much of an issue, sheathing himself within the god with one single thrust, a long, drawn-out moan leaving his lips, as his grasp on those seductive hips and the golden rope tightened. He didn’t care that his fingers were digging slightly into the warm flesh of the god, as he was more focused on not cuming right away. Zahabia couldn’t even remember the last time he had been the one to be on this end during sex, but just this one single movement of his hips made him wish to have tried this with Bankei earlier. He felt so tight and warm around him, squeezing around his cock, as if he were never intending to let him go again. It was robbing Zahabia of his ability to think clearly, slowly turning him into a moaning and groaning mess, as his hips picked up the pace all on their own. This was dangerous. It made him deteriorate from the original plan, as he lost himself to the pleasure as well. “M-Master… You feel so good. Nice and warm… And goddamn tight…”, Zahabia began, heavily panting, as he was already chasing his orgasm. He had intended for this to last a little bit longer, meant to make the last of Bankei’s mind slip, but instead he seemed to be the one to suffer most from this. Just listening to the lewd sounds they were making, the slapping of flesh against flesh… How could he not be turned on by this, immensely? Especially with such a good view of the god.

11:02 AM

Humming contently, he did his best to keep going and push through to allow Bankei to enjoy his reward as much as possible. He didn’t want this to end yet. He had planned for this to last longer, be a little bit more maddening for the god, and yet now he was the one desperately chasing his orgasm, just because he had finally realized how good this felt. Hopefully Bankei thought the same, even though he probably wasn’t as good as some others… Zahabia didn’t try to think about what he may be lacking. “Your reward; are you enjoying it, Master? Does it make you feel good?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

How did it all even come to this... the god could only do but wonder, but his thoughts were interrupted by another moan coming from his lips at that sweet thrust combined with his jewel's teasing voice. "Y-yes..." His whisper rasped at his voice before the small bite made the god draw in another breathy moan."Yes- fuck me-... please" Bankei's tone was almost pleading as he Zahabia repeated his question in such a torturous way. The god was craving everything from his love in this moment. Bankei craved that sweet little smack that followed that warm breath against his neck despite himself feeling so terribly empty as the toy was taken from him. Given the way how the god was tied up, Bankei was unable to see his little jewel change, only being able to hear those soft jingles from the ornaments of his hips, his top, his skirt and finally the sound was gone. Instead it was replaced by that sweet wet sound of oil which was only interrupted by another small moan of the god. His cheeks were spread, exposing his body to his love once more. His hole seemed to twitch in anticipation as he felt Zahabia's own hard erection rubbing against his entrance. Bankei was more than ready to take him, even if his size was not as brutal and mighty as that of his friend. Bankei paid his friend no mind in this moment as he felt those feathery lips against his spine before to all surprise, the god found himself filled again with one strong and quick thrust. The god's body squirmed under that sudden rush of pleasure. A long deep moan vibrated in his throat as he had taken Zahabia's length effortlessly. It was an odd sensation, a different size.

1:16 PM

It didn't felt as penetrating to the god as he was used to. Combined with the image of his love with pleasure distorted face, Bankei couldn't stop himself from tuning in within their symphony of carnal desire. Flesh collided with flesh, moans and more moans. Bankei was slowly drowning in ecstasy, his body fighting against his restraints which began to leave bruised marks on his black skin. Barely being able to think enough to register Zahabia's question, the god only let out another approving moan. A string of drool had wettened the pillow lightly by now which in his face was pressed in, eyes turned up more with every single thrust as he tried his best not to give in yet and cum. "You f-feel- hngh~... gawd~ fuck!" Only fractured words and a wave of moans was all the god could say as he could feel himself... @SirFüncelot

Seeing the god succumb to the pleasure, slowly losing his mind to it, his sentences and words becoming less and less understandable, it made a quiet chuckle escape Zahabia’s lips. He wasn’t as far gone, but he also wasn’t the one drowned in sensations, restrained from experiencing others. Of course, Bankei was feeling this a little bit more intense, and he loved every second of it. Spurred on by those sweet sounds, he did his best to fully satisfy the god’s needs, going as fast and deep as possible, hitting that one sweet spot over and over again until he finally felt the god tighten around him. Zahabia had barely touched his cock. He hadn’t started to stroke it up until now, making sure Bankei reached his orgasm as well, while he was nearing it, balancing right at the edge. All it took for him to finally lose himself to this was the clenching around his own erection. Muffling his moans against the god’s shoulder, Zahabia came undone as well, only moments after the god, falling limply against his back, slightly drained of his strength as his head was stuck in fluffy cotton clouds that fogged his brain. This felt too good to be true, and he kind of wanted to be selfish and indulge in this a little more often. Surely Bankei would allow him this, though… Was it really better than how they usually spend their nights together? Zahabia couldn’t quite tell, but was determined to figure it out today. He was certain to push Bankei to his limits with this, having planned a few more things for them to try.

10:22 AM

Slowly regaining control over his body again, he picked himself up, planting a kiss against the back of the god’s neck, while checking in with him. Zahabia was still slightly out of breath as he combed a hand through Bankei’s long hair, trying to gauge how he was currently feeling. “How are you doing? How are your arms and legs? Do you want to take a break?”, he murmured, pulling his limp cock out of the other as gently as he could. Something about watching his cum slowly ooze out of Bankei was… strange. Usually, it was the other way around, and... He didn’t mind the sticky feeling too much when it was the god who took care of him, always making sure to help properly clean him afterward. But now? Would they continue? Or had he already taken it too far? Zahabia felt slightly bad for maybe pushing Bankei a little bit too far, despite knowing that he would probably say otherwise. Still, he helped to gently roll him back onto his back, after making sure everything was indeed alright and gently rubbing the god’s tired arms a bit. Finally able to take a proper look at the god’s face again, he wiped away the saliva and tears, before going in for a gentle kiss, while cupping the god’s cheeks. “How can you look this pretty?”, Zahabia mumbled against his lips, going in for a second chaste kiss. “It makes me want to ruin you all over again.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The god was feeling like he was robbed of all his breath. His pants were replaces by breathless moans, sputtered prays and pleas to go faster and harder until his arms and legs were burning like fire from his restraints. He wanted more. More and more thrusts until it all broke down as the wave of his orgasm washed over him. The god's eyes rolled back into his head, mouth wide open with his tongue out as he let out a silent scream. Three large strings of hot cum pumped out of his member to spread below him onto the sheets just before he let out a much more audible breathless moan when that hot unusual feeling spread inside of him. It all felt so different and strange being the one to give up control. Being tied up in such a helpless way. But it all had been worth it. With his chest heaving and falling Bankei dropped back into the sheets and onto his pillow. His body was covered in sweat much like Zahabia was who still rested on his back, still inside of him. He could feel that hand brushing those dark wavy hairstyling behind his ear, giving his little jewel a rare sight of a completely euphoric feeling god. "I- I'm okay. No break." His voice was a bit sore with a small groan following as Zahabia pulled out of him. He felt so empty all of a sudden, another quite unusual feeling. Bankei obliged to his best abilities, flipping himself around with a few twists and grosns until he laid on his back again. Zahabias soft touches were quite a soothing sensation. The god took a few calmer breaths, closing his eyes for a moment until he felt his jewel's touch feather over his cheek. Bankei couldn't help but give his love an exhausted warm hint of a grin as he gave into their sweet kiss.

3:52 PM

Quickly he dropped it with every ever so passionate growing kiss to cloud his mind again. "D-do it. P-please my- precious jewel." He spoke against those sweet lips between gasps for air and few low groans. "I am yours. Take me. Use me... ruin me..." He begged for it with quiet whispers, eyes filled with unusual need and deep arousal. Bankei was obviously not thinking straight again from all those sweet kisses. He wanted more. So much more... @SirFüncelot

Knowing that Bankei was still enjoying this and more than willing to keep going filled him with a little bit of pride upon noting that he had to do something right. It was his first time, but knowing he was able to leave the god desperate for more… It may have gone a bit over his head, as he grinned happily upon hearing Bankei’s pleas. It was adorable, and like a tempting promise, he sealed their lips a final time, cupping his cheeks and not letting go of him until they both had to gasp for air, their breathing heavy. “It’s time to prepare for the main act then…”, Zahabia mumbled auspiciously, dragging a finger down from the god’s cheek, over his chest and down towards his belly button. He circled it once, stroking the skin around the golden piercing there, before continuing until reaching the golden rope around the god’s thighs. Zahabia tugged slightly on them, moving around Bankei’s body while always having a hand on his body and never taking his eyes off of his face. As nice as the view was before, he preferred the god like this. Seeing his face and the shift in expressions was worth every second and much better than whatever else he could have done before instead. “I hope you’ll watch me carefully. I don’t want you to miss out on any of the things I’m about to do.”, he mumbled, once more going through the assortment of toys he had prepared beforehand, taking a bit of time as if he were contemplating his options, before seemingly picking something up that brought a smile to his face. Zahabia turned around again, one hand placed on the god’s toned chest, giving the pec one more squeeze, while he was holding something in the field of view of Bankei with the other. Waiting a moment to let him process, Zahabia quickly loomed over him, opening the golden collar he had dug up from the deepest depths of Bankei’s toy collection. Surely the god had imagined putting it on him one day, but it would look much better on him instead.

6:35 AM

Humming as he carefully placed it around Bankei’s neck, kissing the skin above his Adam's apple before closing the collar, making sure it wasn’t too tight. “I hope you haven’t forgotten about the chain you put on me. It’s time I do the same. It looks much better on you, after all, Master. But… You don’t really look like a Master right now, do you? All tied up like this…”, Zahabia mumbled into his ear, while reaching for something else. With quick fingers, he attached a matching golden chain to the front of the collar and gave it a first experimental tug. “Why don’t you start calling me ‘Master’ instead? I might have another surprise for you, if you ask nicely enough.”, he chuckled, unable to lift Bankei very far due to his weight, so Zahabia just leaned down further for a kiss that ended with him biting the god’s bottom lip, while impatiently waiting for a response. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite all those sweet and loving kisses, their last kiss was the sweetest of them all. Bankei knew immediately that his pleadings would be acknowledged a he took that small gasp of air. Who needed air between kisses anyway. His skin was set ablaze by his jewel's finger gliding down his torso and tease the skin around his golden belly button piercing. Despite Zahabias electric touch, the god was unable to look away from him. With his chest straining against those ropes from a few harder breaths, he watched as his little jewel took his time to pick the reward for him. Bankei did yet not know what to expect. His collection of pleasureable things was huge. What could his little jewel have possibly picked. Not holding back a small moan when the human groped his chest, golden eyes widened at the sight of that beautiful golden collar. For a second Bankei couldn't hold back a small grin. He hadn't had the opportunity yet to try it on his little jewel yet. It would've certainly been a bit too big and Ghiath was not the type for too much of those more refined sexual art forms. Nonetheless, feeling that cool leather cushion press against his neck along with that soft kiss that made him automatically crane his neck. All of this filled the god with a sense of great excitement and deep arousal. The god was swimming in ecstasy at this point, but hearing those soft purrs whispered close to his ear made him shiver.

1:29 PM

Zahabia was right. Tied up on the bed like this, bound to a leash by collar. It quickly came to his mind that he was not the one in charge and Bankei understood. Since the moment he'd entered the mortal realm he had been the figure in charge carrying the burden that came along with the responsibility. But none of these things mattered right now. The god had only eyes for his human, or should he say... "M-master..." Bankei's words were but a whisper that followed after a defeated moan from that tug. It was quite unusual for the god to submit in such a direct way. But there was something inside of him that did not feel opposed to this whole scenario. In fact, as those words left his lips, something inside him seemed to shift. It felt like a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Bankei felt safe to put away his responsibility for now in Zahabia's presence. "Master..." Bankei repeated those words looking up at his love who looked so incredibly hot and sexy looming above him, taking control over him in such a erotic way. His body yearned for more, yearning to feel more snd let himself fall into the safety and pleasure of his love's arms. @SirFüncelot

Pleased with the god’s reaction, Zahabia hadn’t expected to feel this much euphoria upon hearing himself being called “Master”, but something about this much power was exhilarating. He enjoyed it quite a lot, and even though Bankei hadn’t quite asked him nicely yet, he was inclined to already follow up with a reward, just because he was slowly getting impatient himself. This was nice, and he didn’t want to rush any of it, but with Bankei looking this irresistible… How could he hold back any longer? With another gentle tug on the chain, he brought the god’s face a little bit closer, gently cupping his cheeks as he moved closer to place a gentle peck on his forehead. “Good job. You’re slowly getting the hang of this.”, Zahabia mumbled, stroking across Bankei’s cheek with his thumb, as he got lost for a moment in those deep golden eyes, pupils blown wide, which made them only that more tempting. “But… How should I possibly refer to you now? We can’t have that, can we? Me, not being able to call you… How should I praise you?” Zahabia appeared crestfallen, upon this realization, though the overdramatic reaction quickly turned into a chuckle, his thumb wandering lower, until it pressed against the slightly bruised lips, sneaking its way into Bankei’s mouth. He dragged it upon his pointy fangs, his smirk only getting more obvious, as Zahabia leaned in even closer, his voice barely audible, as he made sure to only let Bankei hear his next works. “You’ve always reminded me of a panther, with your piercing golden eyes. So I guess that makes you a…”, making sure to include a dramatic pause, while his thumb pressed deeper, now meeting his tongue and moving slightly against it. “... a good kitty, don’t you think? Such a nice kitty. And now that you’ve got that collar, you’re all mine. Mine to do with as I please. Don’t you agree?”

7:22 AM

He chuckled once more, pressing down on the other’s tongue with his thumb lightly, while imagining what it might feel like to have Bankei suck him off like this. It certainly would be nice, even better than the few times he’d done so before, but that would be him indulging too much, right? He had planned this after all and had meant to mostly focus on Bankei’s pleasure and making him feel good, but… Surely he wouldn’t mind returning that favor, if he made sure to properly reward him for his troubles afterward. And… Wasn’t pleasing once Master the greatest pleasure imaginable? Throwing one leg over Bankei’s body, Zahabia found himself straddling his chest, resisting the urge to squish his still mostly limp cock between the god’s pecs. It certainly was a temptation, but with the rope in between them… It probably wouldn’t be too pleasant, so he discarded the thought for now. He might be able to get him to agree to this at another point in time. At the very least when he got to do this again and surprise Bankei once more. There were still plenty of interesting things he didn’t yet get to try out on him. They certainly had to repeat this. “Do you like my finger that much, kitty? I might have something nicer for you. How about you try licking that instead?”, he teased, moving the pearl strings of his skirt to the side to show Bankei what he had in mind, while slowly pulling his thumb free, dragging it across his lips once more, before truly removing it. “Stay just like that, or is that uncomfortable for you? You think you can do this?”, Zahabia checked in with him, to make sure this would go alright and not hurt the god in case it was indeed uncomfortable. “You’re able to let me know if you need me to stop?”, he added, pretty sure that there was some magic for that, as he couldn’t really have him tap his thigh or anything like that.

7:22 AM

Maybe this had been a stupid idea, but it was kind of too late for him to back out of it now. For now, he was just waiting, slightly anxious that he might be taking things too far. This was, after all, still a bit new for him, and if there was something he didn’t want to do, it was hurting Bankei or even making him uncomfortable. So of course he kept on checking in with him, always keeping a close eye on any shift in expression, though in case he didn’t catch on right away… What should he do then? Thankfully, it hadn’t happened yet, but… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Another tug on his leash, another small defeated moan followed as Bankei took in those praises as sweet as honey. He was too caught within this erotic haze that he did not recognize Zahabia's words as question. The god only felt that soft touch against his lips. With yes staring diluted up at his beautiful incredibly sexy jewel, another small moan slipped as that finger slid up to expose one of his more prominent fangs. Almost desperately did his tongue automatically slide against that finger as it found it's way further inside his mouth. Kitty... Something about that word stirred something inside the god. He only nodded, closing his eyes for a second as his tongue grazed over that sweet thumb as long as it remained there. Bankei did not care how Zahabia moved on his chest. Watching the movements of those hips seemed almost entrancing enough. The god's erection twitched in excitement as his little jewel revealed far more of his body for him to see. He couldn't hold back a small whiny groan at the sight of that sweet erection so close yet so far of him. Oh how his body craved to taste so much more of Zahabia. Bankei only gave a small dazed nod at Zahabia's questions, captivated by that beautiful sight. His body was growing impatient. The god needed him, now. @SirFüncelot

He would have liked a verbal confirmation better, but Bankei seemed pretty far gone already, so he let it slide for now. Offering the god a sly smirk as he cupped his cheek, wiping his still wet thumb across it in a gentle caress. “That’s right, kitty…”, he mumbled, scooting even further up on Bankei’s chest until he was finally straddling his face, the leash handing limp between them as he didn’t want it to get in the way. Zahabia kept himself steady with his other hand holding onto the headboard of the bed as he slowly pushed his hips forward until he felt his tip touch those sinful lips. He was pretty sure he would have to do most of the work as Bankei couldn’t really move right now, though he was alright with that. It was mostly to get him hard again anyway. He wasn’t really trying to cum again. Unless this felt too good, because then he wasn’t sure if he could stop himself on time. Not that Bankei would mind. He seemed eager to please today, which suited him rather well. “Such a good kitty. Open wide, will you? I want you to enjoy your treat to the fullest.”, Zahabia grinned down at the god, slowly pushing forward as the other opened his mouth. He made sure to go slow and give him time to adjust, as well as coat his cock with plenty of saliva to make it easier. Pulling back again and again before pushing himself deeper each time, Zahabia had to stifle a desperate groan that escaped him upon this sensation. It wasn’t his first time, but being in charge of the pace surely gave it a slightly different feel. This might even feel better. Just fucking Bankei’s mouth, however he pleased… Maybe he had to rethink his initial plan of not taking this too far.

12:08 PM

He wasn’t confident enough in his abilities to judge the situation to allow Bankei to take his entire length, stopping at around three quarters of the way before Zahabia decided to pick up the pace, thrusting his hips back and forth, rutting into the wet warmth in front of him. Surely not in any way comparable to the god’s hole, but still pretty good. He turned into a moaning mess quickly, accidentally pulling the leash once or twice, while his knuckles turned white from how hard he was gripping onto the frame of the bed just to keep himself upright. This may not have been planned, but there wasn’t really anything stopping him now. Not after realizing how good this felt. Zahabia just kept going, mumbling incoherent praises and compliments only meant for the god’s ears, as he pushed himself further and further. “Good kitty. Such a good kitty. You’re taking me so well. Looking so good.” He was pretty sure most of it didn’t even make sense, but his mind was feeling hazy, his expression clouded by lust and pleasure. The rhythm of Zahabia’s thrusts got more and more unsteady, losing all sense of purpose as its only goal now was to push him over the edge, the movements getting more and more desperate.

12:09 PM

A quiet scream tumbled over his lips, skillful hips shaking with shudders of pleasure, as he pulled back one final time, removing his member entirely from the heat of Bankei’s mouth. It would be a waste to just let him swallow it, even though Zahabia had disguised it as a treat. There was somewhere else those white ropes of cum would look much better, and that was the god’s dark skin, though he didn’t manage to move back far enough. Instead, he already shot his load across Bankei’s neck and chest, not managing to hold out until he could cover his chest. It was slightly disappointing, but it looked just as good. Utterly lewd, turning his lover into a proper mess. With heavy pants, he came slowly down from his high. Swaying each time, he took a deep breath. This certainly had turned into a bit more than he had expected, but he wasn’t complaining. Zahabia gave the leash another sharp tug, lifting the god’s head slightly to take a proper look at him, satisfied with the work of art he had created. “Beautiful. Absolutely stunning.”, Zahabia mumbled, leaning down to meet Bankei halfway, kissing him passionately until their lungs were running out of air. “You look even better like this, don’t you think, kitty? Such a gorgeous kitty…”, he added as he pulled away, admiring the god while they were still close. “How did you like this so far, my kitty? Are you satisfied yet? It’s getting late… Surely you’re starting to tire, and I’ve gotten my fair share of fun.” His aim was to tease. Wanting to hear Bankei’s voice once more, hopefully pleading for him to do more. There was no way he would be satisfied with just this, but just to make sure he understood the assignment… “Use your words, kitty. I want to hear your beautiful voice more. What do you want, kitty? What do you wish your reward to be for doing such a good job of pleasing your master?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>> (edited)

The God found himself to be truly helpless in the hands of his little jewel. With a small purr he leaned into that sweet caress despite being unhappy that Zahabia had taken his thumb away. The god wanted more. He needed more before he'd probably loose his mind. While staring up in wonder at the man looming over his head with such a devious smirk, he didn't pay attention to any other movement at first until those sinful hips pushed themselves forward. Bankei's eyes snapped back onto that beautiful erection, his lips parting without hesitation as his tongue grazed over that sweet tip once close enough. His little jewel tasted even more heavenly as imagined. He couldn't hold back a small groan as Zahabia pushed further into his mouth. The god took it all without any problem, even moving his head towards him to his best of his abilities but ultimately failing. His jewels words were like a warm shiver crawling up his spine, a hazy cloud of praises that only made him moan even more. With every thrust, the god lost himself more and more. Drool already dripped down his chin as his eyes rolled back to close several times despite Bankei's attempts to try and keep them open. He didn't want to miss out a single expression on his love's face, how good the god made him feel. The few tugs on the leash caused Bankei nearly to choke, pushing the erection further down his throat. With tears pricking his eyes, he kept going and going, eyes rolling back, fluttering as he felt how close his love was getting. But just as Zahabia was about to reach his climax, the god was robbed of his delicious treat.

1:45 PM

While taking a sharp gasp of air at first, his eyes opened to focus just in time to see Zahabia's lewd expression as he writhed within his orgasm and turned the god truly into a cum covered mess. Still panting heavily he managed to catch a faint glimpse down his body. It felt sort of odd, but he didn't have much more time to think about it as another small groan slipped his lips as he was tucked close by that wicked leash. "M-master." A small rough voiced plea from the god before giving into those breathtaking kisses. He could've devoured his little jewel for so much longer but once again he pulled away. Zahabia was still close, teasing with his sultry words and lips that the god had no power to resist within the moment. "I want to cum inside of you. F-fill you up so bad." Bankei murmured, eyes fixated on his pretty jewel. "Take me, ride me, u-use me... master." His need grew obvious with every word. "P-please master..." @SirFüncelot

This was perhaps one of the most beautiful sights Zahabia had ever seen. Bankei, an utter mess, was right before him, uttering such tempting pleas. How could he resist the god if he was asking, no, begging him this nicely? A smirk spread across his lips, as he caressed his cheek, not caring about smearing his cum everywhere, as all he wanted to do was praise his adorableness. “Good kitty”, he smirked, kissing the god’s forehead. “That wasn’t that hard, was it? Asking nicely for what you want?”, he added, chuckling slightly as he pulled away. “I was wondering when you’d finally beg me to do this. You really have to be desperate, kitty. Have I made you wait too much?”, Zahabia teased once again, shifting on top of the god until he kneeled above him. The golden chain dropped for now as he reached back with one hand, the other keeping him steady against Bankei’s chest. “I expected this to happen. You are predictable, kitty. As if you could be satisfied just like this.”, he added, his breath hitching slightly as he reached for something Bankei couldn’t quite see from his position. “I… I thought about using it on you, kitty, but… I couldn’t let you have all the fun, could I?”, his breathing got a bit labored, followed by a suppressed lewd moan as Zahabia buried his face in the crook of the god’s neck.

11:52 PM

Bankei had left him waiting, so he’s had plenty of time to not only come up with all of this, but also prepare himself in advance. At first he had thought he would leave it at that and give the god a little show to enjoy right before riding him, but then he had gone through his collection of fascinating toys and just hadn’t been able to resist picking something out for himself as well. He had found it together in an ornately carved box with the jade dildo from before, pretty sure that it had been a set, which made it that much more enticing. Zahabia just hadn’t been able to resist, as he had laid eyes on the plug, made from the same cold stone as the other toy. It wasn’t comparable to Bankei’s cock in any way, but should keep himself open enough for some more fun later on. He had taken some time to finger himself, already sure that neither of them would be patient enough for him to get ready first and Zahabia didn’t really want to make this more painful than it had to be. A gasp got stuck in his throat as he slowly pulled the plug free. His fingers dug into the god’s skin, leaving even more marks on him to show who he belonged to. Zahabia was unable to swallow the curse that came over his lips, but was glad to finally remove the toy in its entirety with a wet squelching sound, carelessly throwing it onto the sheets somewhere beneath Bankei’s feet. “Ah… Shit…”, he mumbled, slowly catching his breath, still resting on top of the god, but giving him a satisfied smile as he looked up at him. “I should have turned around so you could watch better… But that’s not what you want, right, kitty?”, Zahabia added, after regaining a bit of his composure, bringing himself back into a sitting position and scooting back until he felt something bump against his ass. It seemed like the time for the main act had come. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t been dying with anticipation for this.

11:52 PM

“Something seems eager for some attention.”, he chuckled, grabbing the cock with one hand and guiding it between his butt cheeks. Zahabia moved his hips slightly, rubbing against it a few times, while watching Bankei’s reaction intently. “You better make it worth my time, kitty. You wanted to fill me up, so you better stay true to your word. I won’t stop until I’m full and satiated.” Looking around for the hastily discarded flask of oil, Zahabia had to stretch slightly to reach it, generously coating his hands with oil before spreading it across the length of the god’s member. Slowly, he was growing impatient as well. He couldn’t wait anymore. Even doing this much was slowly driving him crazy, and he truly hoped riding the god would satisfy him, because if he was honest, as much fun as this was, he kind of wanted to get manhandled and pressed into the pillows while Bankei fucked him to his heart's content. But who said this couldn’t be just as fun? “Why don’t you talk to me, kitty? You’re already letting me do all the work; you already want me to do all the talking?”, Zahabia spoke nonchalantly, raising his hips up even further, slowly pressing the tip against his already waiting hole, surprised how easy it was to insert. He hadn’t quite expected that and had to slow down a bit, so he wasn’t taking more than he could handle right away. Eyes closed and one hand resting on Bankei’s right pec, he felt the rope squeeze down on his soft flesh while he tried to breathe through the beginning discomfort as he lowered himself down further and further. This really wasn’t comparable to his fingers or the toy, and it took a while of him sinking down and going back up until he sat flush against the god’s groin.

11:52 PM

“This feels good, kitty… Such a good kitty…”, he moaned, upon opening his eyes again, giving his chest a gentle pet before having to adjust his position and bringing his hands closer to help him move. With them now resting on the god’s well-defined abs, Zahabia could roll his hips once, testing to see the other’s reaction before he truly began. “You were just made for me, kitty. Don’t you agree? Pleasing your Master this well… It really is time for me to finally reward you.” He rolled his hips again, already enjoying the sensation of feeling this full and stretched inside, but maybe his teasing could make Bankei beg once more. Zahabia certainly wouldn’t want to miss out on another opportunity to hear those sweet pleas. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every praise the god received from his precious jewel send a warm shiver up his spine. The hand on his chest weighing him down into the sheets as Zahabia suddenly seemd to be a lot more writhing in pleasure as before. Even with Bankei's hazy vision not being fully able to grasp at what was happening, a small moan still slipped past his lips as those nails dug into his skin to leave a few more marks. Not fully understanding what Zahabia meant with his words, Bankei just nodded along, all of his four golden eyes fixed only onto his love. While the god tried to keep it that way through raising his head a bit more to see what exactly his jewel was up to, a sudden moan slipped past his lips as Zahabia grabbed onto his almost painfully burning erection. Few more pearls of pre cum formed on his tip as that plump little ass rubbed against his shaft, testing the god's thinning out patience only further. "Y-yes just put it in already...p-please..."

2:32 PM

the pleas were uttered before Bankei could even properly think, interrupted by another moan as those devious hands coated his throbbing erection with the oil. "R-ride me.. take me... u-use me." The soft spoken trail of moans and pleas continued until Zahabia slowly began to lower himself. Bankei threw his head back with a deep groan, his muscles aching against the golden rope that made him helpless. It took the god all strength to not cum on the spot when Zahabia had taken him all, leaving the god already panting, wanting for more. Every roll of those sweet hips send a wave of pleasure through his body like never before, making the god squirm and moan in pleasure below. How he wished he could grab his love by those sweet hips, but he couldn't, making this whole situation even more teasing than it already was. An almighty god, tied to his bed to be tamed by a mortal. What an odd picture to think about. Nontheless, despite forming those thought being very hard, Bankei loved and adored every second of it... @SirFüncelot

Closing his eyes, Zahabia basked in the sensations, Bankei’s words sending shivers down his spine. Who would have thought that all it took to make him squirm with need was the sweet pleas offered by his god? As uncharacteristic as they might seem, he loved hearing every single one of them, wishing to burn them into his mind as he threw his head back. Excitement was filling him, ready to finally fulfill each and every request the other might have for him. This had already been drawn out too long. He wanted to feel satisfied too, and this was certainly the best way to finally reach that sweet, blissful state. “You like this, kitty, don’t you?”, Zahabia teased, his voice sweet as he looked at the god through half-lidded eyes. Using both hands to steady himself against Bankei’s chest, making sure to place them on his pecs, even though that positioning was a little bit awkward. He would adjust it if things got more heated, but for now it was enough to allow him to slowly start raising his hips, building a slow rhythm as he kept on slamming them down over and over again, determined to make more and more sweet sounds spill from the god’s mouth. The only problem was that his own moans were a little bit too loud in his own ears, toning them out for the most part. It was just… He felt overstimulated from everything before. Just the sight of Bankei was a delight, and yet this was not enough. It was as if Zahabia was slowly starting to lose his mind. All the sensations were raining down on him, his movements getting faster and more frantic already, despite him barely starting a few moments ago. He certainly wasn’t going to last long, but considering how much Bankei had leaked, the god probably wasn’t better off. Really a well-earned end to their night filled with pleasure.

9:23 PM

"Feels good, kitty… So, so good…”, he moaned, not making much sense of anything anymore. His hands had slipped down further, resting on the god’s abdomen now to allow him to pull up to the tip of his cock before going down again fast, hitting his sweet spot over and over again with great accuracy. Mouth open, saliva making its way down the corners of his mouth, Zahabia wanted nothing more than to kiss the god, though the pleasure left him unable to figure out how to make that work. All he did was chase his own pleasure, his orgasm quickly approaching. All it took were a few more thrusts before his movements abruptly halted, his hips grinding against Bankei while Zahabia came undone. Untouched, but finally coating the god’s belly and chest with cum, as he had wished to do since the beginning. He was clenching down around him, unsure what exactly was happening. Words spilled from his mouth, though these didn’t fully register inside of his mind either. “B-Bankei… Bankei… Love you… I love you!” It was mostly nonsense; the name of the god repeated over and over again like a mantra as his high hit Zahabia with full force. The sudden and first confession of his true feelings, getting lost in between them. As if the exhaustion was finally fully catching up to him, his arms gave in beneath his body weight, unable to keep him upright any longer. Zahabia came to rest upon the god’s chest, breathing audible and labored, eyes still closed as his head rested on his chest, not bothered by the golden rope or the cum. He was happy and satisfied, even though his thighs quivered, and he was pretty sure his muscles would ache tomorrow from everything they had been up to. It would be a happy ache, though. Zahabia would enjoy remembering why his muscles were hurting all over. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Everything that followed after the humans had begun to move was a blurr. The god could hear his own moans in his ears between the others, feel the other take him over and over again. Everything just felt so good, it was like riding on a cloud of euphoria. His own hips moved up against the other, meeting the others hips over and over again as those moans got louder, the clapping of sweaty skin and pleasure growing more intense and picking up pace. More and more frantic thrusts and moans, his muscles aching until his eyes rolled back with his final thrust before Bankei came hard along Zahabias side. With heavy labored breaths, the god's body began to slack after every last drop had left to fill his little jewel to the brim, letting him rest on top of him while Bankei tried to organize his thoughts. His mind was a drooling mess, clouded by the bliss and ecstasy of this night, but as the fog lifted a bit, three words in particular made his stomach twist. Bankei... Love you... I love you... It took a moment for the god to recognize that he couldn't recall ever hearing those words out of Zahabia's mouth. Over the last month after Bankei had opened his heard and bared his feelings to the mortal, besides all the gentle touches and kisses, he'd never heard those reassuring words until now. Something inside the god felt with incredible happiness. All his efforts had not gone to waste. Zahabia had truly stolen his heart... The Two layed with each other for what seemed like an eternity, a moment Bankei never wished to end. Yet after a while, even the stickiness caught up with him, making him shift with a small groan only to get reminded of the burning skin under that still in place golden rope. "I'll remove this, alright?" Bankei groaned as the golden rope began to slowly loosen and unravel from his body and float aside.

1:14 PM

The god winced while carefully sitting up, keeping Zahabia in place against his sticky chest with two of his arms as he stood up with quite the wobbly legs. With another sharply inhaled breath, Bankei slowly made it's way over to the golden bath. Carefully he sat his little jewel down to stand, helping him remove all the sticky clothes before slowly letting him down into the warm water. Bankei followed right after quick moment, smoothly and carefully picking Zahabia back up as the god had settled with a relieved exhale. The water felt good, but for now he'd help getting his little jewel and himself clean after a short rest. @SirFüncelot

Zahabia just nodded weakly, unable to untie Bankei himself right now. He had wanted to, but he also hadn’t thought he would exhaust himself this much. It had been enjoyable, but the next time he would leave all the work up to Bankei once more, just wishing to enjoy all the sensations and pleasures the god brought to him. It certainly left him feeling less like he had just been run over by a cart. Groaning quietly as the other shifted beneath him, Zahabia opened one eye to see what Bankei was up to. Cleaning up had been another thing he hadn’t thought about yet. This seemed to be a reoccurring theme, but who could blame him? This was the first time he had been put in charge. Of course, he forgot about a few details, and getting carried to the bath by the god was something he enjoyed quite a lot, so Zahabia didn’t really mind this. Nuzzling closer against Bankei’s chest, he held on tight, his eyes falling shut once more on the way into the bath. He didn’t open them until he was put down, whining slightly upon the loss of direct skin contact with the god. Zahabia really wanted to stay cuddled up close to the other, not caring about how sticky and gross he currently felt. But getting undressed was probably a requirement to get into the bath together, so he impatiently let Bankei take care of that, shrugging off the skirt as soon as the lacing was undone.

12:37 AM

As soon as Bankei joined him, Zahabia moved as close as he could once more, resting his head against the broad chest while his fingers drew mindless patterns on his skin, in an attempt to keep himself occupied. Now that he was up close, he could vaguely make out the marks he had placed upon the god’s chest and neck, a sly smile appearing on his lips as he traced around them with one finger. It was fascinating how much more beautiful Bankei seemed to get just by the fact that he had placed his mark upon him. Zahabia couldn’t describe it, but there was a warm and fuzzy feeling inside of his chest, making the view that much better. “How are you feeling?”, he finally inquired, after staying silent for a little bit longer to enjoy the moment and give it the appreciation it deserved. He could only imagine which parts of Bankei hurt, and he now wanted to make sure he hadn’t accidentally hurt him more than he had meant to. “Show me your wrists.”, Zahabia continued, sitting up a bit more in the god’s lap to inspect the spots where the ropes most likely had dug into his skin, even though the marks were barely visible. Running his fingers along these marks as well, he followed up each touch with soft butterfly kisses that trailed up the god’s arms slightly, hopefully able to convey his thoughts and affection in the best way possible. “You look good tied up like that.”, Zahabia grinned halfway through his necessary treatment, leaning up to place a kiss on Bankei’s cheeks, followed by a few more as he made his way to his ear. “And you sounded even better screaming my name, kitty. I didn’t know you could beg like that.” He chuckled, returning to the task at hand of inspecting the god’s wrists and making sure they received the care he deemed best for these kinds of aches. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Feeling the weight of Zahabia nuzzling against his chest brought a sort of calm to the god. Combined with the soothing feeling of the water surrounding them to ease the aching of their bodies, it was truly the perfect aftercare. With a deep relaxed sigh, two of his hands settled onto Zahabia's waist, keeping him close as he leaned his head back with closed eyes. "Exhausted but fine." Bankei opened his eyes to look back down at Zahabia, lifting his two arms that were resting on those pretty hips for his love to inspect. The skin around the spots where the rope had tied him down were still pretty sore, definitely more puffy and warm. It would all go away after a few days. Feeling his cheeks growing warm, Bankei watched Zahabia trace over his irritated skin. Every kiss he placed made his stomach flutter, seemingly taking one bit of soreness away bit by bit. At the compliment the god received, he was happy about the kiss he received but could feel the invisible blush on his face darken at that second comment. Thinking back, the god had never lost himself like that, neither being the type to do so. That Bankei would even allow someone else to treat him like that and brought such lewd sounds out of him truly made Zahabia something special. "And you're gonna be in big trouble if anyone else finds that out." He gave his little jewel his usually cocky grin to hide his embarrassment before lifting the others chin towards him so that the god could lean in easier for a passionate and real kiss this time. "I must admit, you gave me quite the show back there." He purred softly, keeping Zahabia close. "You are the only person who will ever ride me like that." It was true, nobody was ever allowed to find out about this side of the god. Ghiath would not give him a calm minute if he found out someone else could make Bankei scream like that and not just from getting his guts rearranged. @SirFüncelot

Humming softly, Zahabia grabbed Bankei’s other two arms, giving them the same treatment the others had received, while listening to the god’s words. He only smiled in return, embracing their passionate kiss, feeling as if they hadn’t shared enough of those before. Their positions had prevented them from doing so. Now it was time to make up for that, gladly exchanging more and more soft pecks. “I’d never share that with anyone.”, he replied and despite the chuckle his gaze showed that he was telling the truth. As if he would share such a special moment with anyone. It was his little personal treasure. He was determined to keep it in his heart forever, so only he could remember it. Oh, and how he would love to remember this night. It had been perfect. Bankei had been perfect. Perfect for him. No one else would ever earn themselves the privilege to witness this. Even if he was just retelling the situation. “Are you trying to tell me to repeat that?”, Zahabia teased, hands running across Bankei’s cheeks, his grin widening as he felt how hot they were beneath his fingertips. It might not be visible, but he was pretty sure Bankei was blushing deeply right now. It was cute. Making him wish to be able to see it. “I didn’t know he enjoyed it that much when I’m riding you. You usually seem pretty eager to have your way with me.”, he added, hands running through the god’s hair, gently pulling his face closer for another, by comparison, rather chaste kiss.

1:43 AM

As much as he wished to also add how he wanted to be the only one who pleasured Bankei like that from now on, he knew that that would most likely not be the case. Considering, he was a god and therefore immortal. It was… sad and right now Zahabia didn’t want to be sad. He was happy and excited, not wishing to ruin his mood with such stupid thoughts. Quickly, he tried to discard those stupid doubts, focusing on Bankei’s face right in front of him instead. Hopefully, that would be distracting enough. “I’d like to repeat it…” Head resting back against the god’s chest, Zahabia intertwined their fingers, looking at how their hands looked together. He liked the contrast and how big Bankei’s hand looked compared to his. The perfect size to grab his waist or his hand or cup his face. It was nice to imagine such things. Just them together. Hugging, cuddling, kissing. “But not now. I can only imagine how you must feel… Want me to rub in some ointment for you?”, Zahabia offered, not sure what else he could do to take care of Bankei. He couldn’t just pick him up and carry him back to bed, but he could at least do this. Paired with some more kisses, that should help a bit, right? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Something about the treatments he received from the other made Bankei's stomach feel all warm and fuzzy with every little kiss he received on his sore skin. His words didn't do anything to soothe that feeling, only making the god grin like a fool as he leaned into the loving exchange of small kisses. "Depends on what answer you want to listen." He smiled gently down at Zahabia in his lap at the question if they should repeat this evening. In fact, both knew how the god had enjoyed it. It had been obvious enough despite his pride preventing him from actually saying it out loud. "Oh you know I love having my way with you. I always love listening to those sweet moans of yours." The god chuckled, letting himself pull down into another tender kiss. With his other three arms wrapping around his love's waist, he took the others hand. Happily he watched Zahabia entwine his small fingers between his. They were so small compared to his own. His precious little jewel was just adorable. He would never get enough of that sweet smile as he rested his cheek against his chest. "I'm fine." Bankei reassured Zahabia with a soft smile. "But for now I'm afraid I must demand more of those sweet kisses. I'm pretty sure they help me recover much faster." His golden eyes radiated with love and mischef as he brought another hand up to lift Zahabia's chin before the god leaned down for another tender kiss. "What about you? Are you feeling sore, is there any way I can do to make you feel better?" He mumbled softly against the others lips, not wanting to part from them any moment soon... @SirFüncelot

He could only chuckle upon hearing this response, shaking his head with amusement. Zahabia hadn’t realized Bankei could be this adorable. Hot and sexy, sure, but adorable and cute? That was a new discovery and he enjoyed the revelation very much, wishing to see more and more of it. It might even be better than hearing him beg and whine his name. Paired with those gentle smiles and the careful kisses… How could his heart not melt upon seeing this? With a hum, he eagerly gave the god another kiss, just like he demanded, cupping his face and going for a second one right after. “More kisses, it is then. Can’t have your recovery take forever, after all. You’ll end up pent-up if I have to go easy on you for too long.”, he purred in return, grinning up at the other as he ran his fingers across his cheek. “I don’t think I can stop teasing you.”, Zahabia added, enjoying doing so too much to even consider toning it down. Not after getting told how much Bankei enjoyed his moans. It made ideas flood his mind, how to possibly tease him with that. Surely… He better saved that for some time later. “I’m good. I think. Nothing I haven’t done before. But…”, he trailed off, placing a kiss on the corner of the god’s mouth, his lips wandering along his jaw and down his neck, across the marks he left there. Or at least where he thought some marks might be. “You did a lot of work today and yesterday and the day before… Surely… You can take it a bit easier tomorrow? I miss cuddling with you in the morning… And… You reading to me… ”, Zahabia complained quietly, muttering against the broad chest in front of him, trailing kisses along Bankei’s collarbone, further down towards his pecs. Not that they didn’t spend any time together in the mornings, but they both had earned themselves a break, which basically screamed for a lazy morning in bed cuddling and feeding each other fruit from golden platters.

12:03 AM

Tilting his head up slightly to be able to look at the god, Zahabia tried his best to look up at him with big puppy eyes and a small pout. His bottom lip pushed forward slightly in an attempt to look as adorable as possible. Surely there was no way Bankei could decline his request like this. No matter how busy he was. If just… If he could help him with his work… At least a little bit… But currently he could barely read sentences with more than three words or write more than a few simple phrases, so how could he possibly be of any help? If anything, he would just be distracting, prolonging Bankei’s work even more. Who would have known reading and writing would be this hard? The god had made it seem so easy while reading to him…. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Feeling how the other pulled the god in with such gentle touches only to be met with those soft and sweet lips was by now one of the best if not the god's favorite sensation. It made his stomach flutter like a love struck fool. He couldn't help it. "Such naughty little thoughts." Benkei purred in response past the deep red blush that made his dark skin glow. "I might need to start calling you my little devil if you keep all your teasing up like this." He chuckled softly as his own hand wandered to let a finger gently trace over the human's delicate spine. "Never stop." With those truthful words and his usual cocky grin, the god leaned into another kiss, smiling against those soft lips before parting again to listen how Zahabia complained, demanding more attention. But he was right. Bankei had been quite busy the last days. Something inside of him had yearned for those soft moments that the dancer described. It almost pained him to know how he'd neglected the other through his duties. Since when did the god become one to prioritize his duties like that. "How about this." Bankei spoke after a moment of silence. "After we are done with the bath, we are gonna switch into some soft robes and snuggle up under the blankets together. I'll read you a story until we fall asleep followed by lots of cuddles and kisses once we wake up. We can even have breakfast in bed if you want." Saying those words out loud felt so much better than just imagining them. It made the god happy to have someone share those intimate moments with. "How does that sound, my little jewel?" All four eyes were fixed onto Zahabia. They held an almost pleading expression to them, in case his little dancer was considering to reject the god's meticulously crafted plans. @SirFüncelot

"You might need to get me some horns and a tail, if you're gonna call me that.", Zahabia chuckled. "Because I don't think I can stop myself from imagining that. Not when I always get to look at you. You make it hard to stop my mind from wandering.", he spoke honestly, playing with one of the soft strands of dark hair that rested on the god's chest, twirling it around his finger, while listening to the offer made to him. As if he had to weigh his options, he hummed softly, studying Bankei's face until a smile appeared on his lips, slowly widening upon watching the pleading expression get more and more noticeable. “I would have done this much sooner if I had known your expressions would turn this adorable.”, he teased, though he wasn’t sure if it had been what they just did or if it was his confession that had made the god this expressive. The only thing Zahabia knew for sure was that he truly enjoyed seeing Bankei like this. Embarrassed and cute. Shy and yet still proud. It made him want to kiss him over and over, cover his face in so many light kisses that the god would forget about everything else, and he surely would do so. Either now, later, or tomorrow. Or maybe even during each opportunity he got.

8:40 PM

Shifting slightly to reach his arms up again, wrapping them around the god’s neck and running his fingers through his silky strands of hair, Zahabia looked Bankei directly in the eyes. “That sounds fantastic, love.”, he replied, the pet name still sounding a bit reluctant and as if he wasn’t quite sure if it fit the mood, but at that point it had already been too late. This was still a little bit weird, as he had never before declared his feelings towards someone this openly. But Zahabia didn’t want to regret not saying them outloud in case it would be too late at some point in time. After all, the future was uncertain and he would only hate himself if he let this weigh him down any further. Surely after a while he would get used to the flutter in his heart every time he used this word. Love. What a strange expression and yet it perfectly described what this was. “I do have another suggestion before that, though. You lean back and just enjoy while, for a change, I’m washing your hair and body.”, Zahabia added after stealing another kiss, unable to contain the urge to feel the god’s lips on his own any longer. Usually, Bankei took care of him like this. Washing his hair and skin when he felt too tired and sluggish to do so himself, only nuzzling against his warm body and enjoying the sensations. Now it felt only appropriate to return the favor, even though he couldn’t quite offer the god a place on his lap.

8:40 PM

Pulling away after another kiss Zahabia made himself comfortable, kneeling next to Bankei to start with wetting his hair and running his fingers through it to untangle at least some of the knots. Massaging in the nicely scented oils and lotions, he took great care to be as gentle and caring as possible, picking the ones he preferred, leaving the god smelling like him with a satisfied smile. He moved on to wash his body, thoroughly getting rid of all the traces left from their activities before, taking his time once again to make the sensation as enjoyable as possible, while always offering loving remarks, as well as small kisses in between to assure that Bankei was as comfortable as possible, hopefully enjoying getting pampered like this. A quiet hum left his lips as he was finally done washing the gorgeous body in front of him and making sure to also rub out the knots in Bankei’s shoulders and back. Zahabia had taken his time to be as thorough as possible and now felt a little bit exhausted, but nothing of that showed as he got back into the god’s lap with a wide and satisfied smile. “My turn!”, he proclaimed, already leaning his head back, so the other could return the favor. After all, Bankei had gotten his fill as well, and Zahabi was probably just as sweaty and gross as him. Sure, he could have cleaned himself in a fraction of the time, but where was the fun in that? And having to deal with his long hair all on his own was an ordeal in itself. To have four skilled hands help him out seemed like a much better solution. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Love. The word that seemed to lift all those heavy burdens and worries of the gods shoulders, even more than the agreement. It made him feel like a total love struck fool. Because that was what he was. Bankei was truly in love with this little humans snuggled against his chest, kissing him over and over again. He would never get tired of Zahabias love and affection. "Alright, if you say so." With his warm expression and a small cocky yet silly grin on his lips, Bankei enjoyed how Zahabia pulled him into another kiss and proceeded to scrub his body and hair with all the love and care. While he quite enjoyed the little scrubs and kisses inbetween, the god was just as content and excited to return the favor when it was Zahabia's turn to scrub the other clean. With much skill and graze, Bankei's hands worked wonders to massage and clean the other, swiftly untangling any strands of hair that had been caught together during their lovely evening together. After the god had finished with the last bottle of soothing oil, it was time for them to get out of the bath. The god picked the other up with ease, carrying him to the entrance steps of the pool where two floating towels were already waiting. While one wrapped around Bsnkeis lower half, he made sure that Zahabia was wrapped comfortably in his own on the way towards the bedchambers. Once in front of the bed, Bankei carefully sat the other onto the soft mattress, taking another towel nearby to ruffle through Zahabias hair with before putting it aside and taking another for his own hair to rub dry. After all of it was done, the god bend down to press another sweet kiss on the others lips before gently pushing him down into the sheets and comfortable pillows. "Tonight was amazing." Bankei muttered between a few kisses before he pulled away to swiftly climb over the other, claiming his own spot in bed besides him.

11:22 AM

"Thank you my love." Bankei muttered as he leaned over, a warm smile on his lips as he bend over to bless Zahabia with another kiss as he pulled the human into his arms against his chest. Going to bed like this after such an adventurous night of passion and... love was certainly all the pain and aches in the world. @SirFüncelot (edited)

Those big, warm hands always felt nice on his skin, rubbing his back and arms, feeling them touch every last inch of skin. Nothing that hadn’t happened before, but the loving gesture still made him shudder and grin widely, as Zahabia closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensations as they reached him. He hummed along, feeling like he could fall asleep right here and now, due to the god’s gentle touch, but he tried his best to stay awake, occupying himself with kissing Bankei’s lips and cheeks or moving to grant him easier access. Bankei seemingly took his time, applying each lotion and oil with great care before finally declaring their bath finished, after they both were clean of any dirt and grime now. His arms wrapped around the god’s neck, Zahabia let himself get picked up, head resting against the other’s broad chest, eyes trying to fall shut on the way back to their room and bed. He barely recognized the towel he was dried off with, only mumbling some sweet nothings in return to thank Bankei for his effort. Despite everything, the god still had greater stamina and endurance, able to easily take care of him like this. He surely had earned himself some more kisses as soon as he woke up again in the morning. “It was.”, Zahabia mumbled in agreement, barely opening one eye to smile at the god while he settled next to him. As soon as Bankei had laid down as well, his arms wrapped around his torso tightly, Zahabia’s head resting upon his chest, his cheek nuzzled against one of his pecs as if it were a pillow. “Very nice. All of it.”, he continued, entangling their legs as well, as he got comfortable and ready to fall asleep as soon as their conversation was over.

12:46 AM

“Nothing… to thank… me for… I enjoyed it…”, he murmured sleepily, raising his head once more to kiss Bankei’s nose before he settled on his chest once again. “And… Call me that again… Sounds nice.”, he added after a moment, eyes already fallen shut and breathing slowing as Zahabia was quickly drifting off to sleep, mind filled with only this one word. Love. The way Bankei said it made his heart flutter, enjoying it even more than when he called him ‘gem’. Both were special, but knowing that the god really loved him… How was he not supposed to be extremely happy about that? His chest swelled with love each time, wondering how to best return the gesture. ‘kitty’ was a nice nickname, but certainly not as endearing, so… He should probably think more about that in the morning when he was fully awake and not already dreaming of spending even more time like this with Bankei, just cuddling and talking. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing Zahabia's words of agreement filled Bankei's stomach with even more butterflies than he already had from their cuddles and passion with each other. It calmed Bankei, to know that the feelings were mutual. He couldn't stop the fool like grinning as his love placed that quick kiss on the tip of his nose, his strong arms partly wrapped around the humans body. While one of them stroked the dancers back, the other playfully twirled a string of silky smooth hair around his finger. "Mmm my love, my most precious jewel, my little devil..." Bankei counted up his favorite nicknames with an exaggerated cheesy tone of voice and a little purr towards the end before pressing another kiss on Zahabia's head. "Now, how about that story I promised." With a swipe of the others fingers and a small golden flash, a scroll appeared floating by the god's side. "Is there any tale you wish to hear?" The god snuggled his little treasure close, waiting for an answer. @SirFüncelot

He felt safe and comfortable within Bankei's arms, curling up inside of his embrace, head resting against his chest. Zahabia's eyes had long since fallen shut, barely opening to steal a glance at the god as he kept repeating all those nicknames he had given him over time, making a subtle blush spread across his cheeks as he shook his head with disbelief, scoffing softly. "You're turning sickly sweet.", he murmured, though it didn't even sound half as annoyed as he would have wanted to, the exhaustion and sleepiness preventing any more of that. "Don't care. Just wanna hear your voice. It's nice.", Zahabia replied truthfully, grabbing one of Bankei's arms by the wrist and pulling it towards his face until he could nestle his cheek against it, finally deeming his position as comfortable and intimate enough to allow himself to drift off to sleep while listening to the god talk. It was always nice and even though he usually enjoyed hearing his stories today he barely registered the beginning of the tale, before his breathing slowed and he had already fallen asleep. This only meant Bankei had to tell it to him again tomorrow or at another point in time. Maybe during breakfast or whenever they had a chance to spend time together. Hopefully it would finally be a bit more frequently again. They had been apart for too long now. He couldn't take that again. At that rate he would turn even more selfish than usual and just demand the god's attention by practically gluing himself to his side. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so comfortable and relaxed around another being, let alone a human. It didn't matter to the god if Zahabia was his kind or human. It wasn't what defined the fierce Dancer who's attitude had him hooked from the moment his four eyes had laid on him. Back then, he would've never imagined that things would turn out like they did. Fate truly had it's most curious ways. "Only for you my precious little jewel." Bankei chuckled in response to the others murmur with another plastered sweet emphasis on his love's nickname while his hand gently laced through those silky smooth hairs. When the god had received his freedom of choice regarding his story, he couldn't contain his soft smile growing a tad bit wider as he lended the other his hand and began to read even after his love had fallen asleep peacefully in his arms... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia slept well. Even better than usual. Sleep took him quickly and held him for a very long time. He felt warm and safe, knowing this feeling with great familiarity already. He had fallen asleep to the same sensation the past few weeks. It was always the same, and yet he didn’t grow bored by it. Not that he could describe it, but Zahabia hadn’t felt like this in years. Not since his mother’s passing, so he was willed to call it… home. Yes. That’s what it felt like. A place to return to. A place filled with warmth and love. Where he could be himself, no matter how moody or dramatic. So to wake up without this feeling surrounding him wasn’t just unsettling, it was nearly disturbing. Usually, even if Bankei had to go, he would nudge him awake and give him the good morning kiss he always demanded without fail. He would tell him that he had work to do, or some issue needed handling in that stupid soft voice of his that made him melt every time he heard it. The god would promise him that they would eat lunch or dinner, or sometimes even both, together. Telling him to rest and enjoy a bath. To eat and greet Sheshadri if he planned on visiting him. It was a nice routine, but to get broken out of it like this… It left Zahabia panicking. Throwing back the thin blanket, his eyes scanned the room, already bright awake. No sign of Bankei. No cute note, telling him in simple words that he would come back, no bowl with fruit to try and appease his ruined mood. Something about this smelled fishy, and he didn’t like that. Bankei had been too secretive for too long. It was time to find out what was going on and why he wasn’t telling him about it. He hadn’t been this busy before, so something had to keep him occupied, but… What could that possibly be?

7:32 AM

Putting his hair up like Suraja had taught him, he threw on a pair of loose-fitting pants, as well as the robe he had stolen from Bankei. It was way too big on him, but he enjoyed how it looked on his frame, wrapping himself up in it to cover his chest and keep warm while he wandered around the empty halls of the palace. It was still early, he encountered no one as he walked towards the audience chamber and gathering hall first, finding them empty. Where else could he be? Passing by the library, Bankei wasn’t there either. Which really left only one place for him to check, unless he had gone out or there was another room he didn’t know about, though he had wandered the halls so often now… He basically knew the palace like the back of his hand. Even before he turned around the corner, he could hear a very familiar voice, though the usual soft tone and gentleness were absent. Bankei sounded slightly irritated and annoyed, obviously not happy about whatever the other person was telling him. Zahabia didn’t recognize the second voice. It was quieter, more soft-spoken, sounding similarly gentle and soft to how the god usually spoke to him. He wandered closer, finding the door slightly ajar, allowing him to listen to their conversation, finally being able to understand a little bit more than before, now that it wasn’t as muffled anymore. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

"...You know I won't go back, do you." The words were muffled, only to be heard through a distance, a small opening of the large golden doors to the lounge area Zahabia had performed in for Bankei's company. The god himself was not rather fine dressed, his body only wrapped In a few thin layers of black fabric like a morning robe. His hair was still a bit disheveled with only a few small piercings and bracelets on his arms. "Your temper is as fierce as alwyas. I'm glad you haven't changed." Another soft voice replied. It was coming from a man standing across from him, one who was given his additional set of arms and height, just as much human as Bankei himself was. He was tall, about half a head larger than the god himself. His figure was lean, similar jewelry and body chains adorning his grey skin similar to what the god usually wore. His long silver hair was tied up in a high ponytail, his facial features warm and gentle even as the aloof Bankei stood in front of him. "Then why are you here?" Bankei spoke as he crossed his upper arms, clearly riled up from the other's presence. "I wanted to see you again. To see you doing well." The other god replied, a soft smile on his lips as he stood in front of Bankei, but with distance. His presence seemed to radiate with calm, not affected by any of the hostility towards him. "Just cut the bullshit already." Bankei replied with an angry frown. "You can't tell me that after just showing up unnanounced only to tell me that I'm doing well, Zenjou." "You know I'm not harboring any ill feelings towards you."

1:59 PM

The mysterious god named Zenjou looked at Bankei softly, eyes filled with a mix of love and sadness. "Of course you dont!" Bankei scoffed, crossed arms flying over his head as he turned around. "You are the perfect big brother made to sit on the throne per your given right of birth. Why are you still trying to make me come back?" After walking in his little short circle and waving his arms around agitated, Bankei stopped again to look at his brother. "You know I cannot force you but..." Zenjou stopped, looking away for a short moment. "you are my little brother afterall." With that, silver eyes foujd it's way back to settle on Bankei, whose expression for the first time seemed to soften a bit again. "Eversince the day you left, something has just been missing." Zenjou continued, his voice filling with a tint of more sadness from each word spoken. "It's been a long time and I cannot sit on that throne forever taking your spot with you running away to this realm and building your own Gilded Cage with all the Glitter and gold." Bankei remained silent, listening to it all with grim expression, hiding how it was all the truth. His brother obviously had just hit the spot. "You cannot hide forever Bankei. You know as well as i do that-" Zenjou broke the uncomfortable silence between them with gentle tone but was shortly cut off. Bankei had enough. "No no, I'm not having any of this!" The god raised his voice, shaking his head as he walked away a few steps. With a deep breath he tried to compose himself but failed as he turned around to confront his brother, hurt, anger and also sadness glimmering within his golden eyes. "For the first time in 200 years I have finally found my happiness. My true happiness." The god got now very close to the other quickly with few steps,

1:59 PM

elongated fangs visible now as he spoke with emotions threatening to explode any second now. "And I will not let you or anyone else take that away from me. Especially not you or mother or anyone who is left to hurt me more than you already did." @SirFüncelot

Holding his breath, he tried to remain as quiet as possible, while eavesdropping on the conversation. He could barely catch a glimpse of Bankei in his morning robe, walking around the room restlessly and seemingly agitated. Zahabia couldn’t quite follow the conversation at first, but apparently they knew each other and… The stranger wanted to take Bankei away? The longer he listened, the more confusing it got, but he tried his best to remain calm and just listen for now. He could still barge in and shout at the god later on if he decided to make another dumb decision. Unfortunately, this didn’t really answer any of his existing questions. He had no idea why the other had been so busy, and the more he heard, the more confused he got. Brother? Mother? Did gods have families? Zahabia had never thought about that, but all the stories always told about families of gods, so it kind of made sense. Just… With Bankei being here all alone, he hadn’t thought there was someone else in his life. Sure, there was Ghiath, but he came and went as he pleased, so that couldn’t really be called a family, right? Not that he had a real concept of that. It had always been just his mother and him, and even that hadn’t lasted too long. How was he supposed to know what a family truly was like? Considering Bankei family… Maybe that was taking things too far, especially considering his status as a mortal, but… The god felt like home, and even if it was just in his imagination, Zahabia wouldn’t mind considering him family to some degree, not expecting anything in return. Though… The conversation had already progressed, and his curiosity regarding the other god in the room had peaked. It was his brother, so… Surely he looked like Bankei, right? Or would he look different? How would that even work for gods? He had no idea, but there was nothing holding him back anymore.

12:56 AM

Quietly, he shuffled forward, making sure to push the door open slowly, as he moved closer, eyes wandering across the room, resting on Bankei’s broad back for a moment, before traveling further until finally falling onto the other person in the room. He was even taller than the god, though much slimmer and skin much lighter. He didn’t look like Bankei at all, and seeing them next to each other was like looking at day and night. If their personalities were just as different as their appearances, then it made a lot of sense that they didn’t get along well. At least their clothing styles seemed to match, though he preferred Bankei over his brother. Even with his soft expression… Zahabia wasn’t sure if he could trust that mask. Taking another step forward to listen to the words Bankei just said even better, his legs got tangled in the robe he had stolen from the god to cozy up in. His happiness? Zahabia couldn’t help but wonder if he could mean him with that, but before another thought was spared towards these particular words, he already felt himself fall with a rather obvious yelp. All attempts to remain hidden and subtle were thrown into the wind, and it would be a miracle if Bankei or his brother wouldn’t be mad at him for secretly listening to their private conversation.

12:56 AM

Like a sack of stones, he tumbled forward, caught up in the robe, barely able to catch his fall with his hands. The door had swung wide open, revealing him fully as he fell face-first to the ground. His palms scraped across the stone floor, making him wince in pain, and then he just laid there. Silence surrounded him, and Zahabia wondered if maybe they hadn’t noticed any of this, and he could just stay like this and hope the ground would swallow him whole. How was he supposed to make up for this? Everything had gone so well with Bankei, and now… Now he ruined everything because he was too worried and too selfish to be left alone for a few hours? He wasn’t even that important. Sure, he was Bankei’s lover, but gods probably had many of those over their immortal lives. Maybe he could pretend he was just passing by? No… That wouldn’t work. He had spent too much time around the god. He would be able to tell when he was lying, even though he was good at it. For now, it seemed to be his best option to just slowly scramble up onto his knees and apologize. As much as he hated that. Especially not knowing how wrathful his brother was… Zahabia didn’t want to risk getting struck down by lightning or something right here and now, so he bowed his head, swallowing his pride and hoping for the best. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to interrupt, but I was looking for my Master.” As much as he hated to say this, it probably was best to not reveal too much towards Bankei’s brother. Not when he didn’t know Bankei’s opinion about that. He would be angry at him later. And ask him about that happiness of his. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Just as Bankei was certain things couldn't get worse between him and his brothers current argument, the door flew open with a familiar yelp. The god's eyes widened in shock as Zahabia tumbled in sight, landing on the cold stone floor with a painful wince. At first he was taken over by shock. What did Zahabia hear? How long had he been standing there. For a second everything around the god, his whole world seemed to crumble in the revelation of what would have to follow. After gathering himself surprisingly quick, the god urgently pushed himself past his brother who had shared a similar look of surprise with Bankei. "Are you okay?" The god asked carefully, already on his knees to help Zahabia up to stand with his hands protectively draped over his jewel's shoulders. Zenjou on the other hand remained calm, his look of surprise turning into one of almost embarrassment as he watched Zahabia mumble his apologies. "You must be Zahabia. Please, there is no need to be so formal." The god gave the other a reassuring smile as he raised his hands in an attempt to shake the formalities off. Bankei on the other hand was quite busy helping his love, shooting an angry glance at his brother. "Leave now. You've caused enough chaos." His words were cold and distant, voice almost trembling with a hint of hurt. How dared his brother just to appear and ruin everything the god had worked so hard for to build and protect... @SirFüncelot

Watching Bankei rush over to him made his heart flutter, though the god really shouldn’t have done that. He wanted to scold him, but how could he do that after seeing his worried expression as he was helping him up. Zahabia could only nod, cheeks turning a subtle hint of pink as he let the other help him, ending up standing much too close to the god. But what did he care? Bankei would keep him safe, no matter what. He trusted that, and it brought him comfort. Even if this was his older brother, and he might just be as weird as Ghiath had been initially… Zahabia had full trust in Bankei’s abilities. Shock washed over his face as he suddenly heard his name from the other god. Frozen in place with wide eyes, he stared at him, hands trembling slightly. Why…? How? Bankei surely hadn’t revealed his name, so… How did that stranger know it? And why was he talking to him with such familiarity? It was scary, to say the least, and left him swallowing hard. He backed up further towards Bankei next to him, hoping to find shelter and security in his presence. Even though the words had been spoken with gentle kindness, they didn’t leave him be. It took Zahabia several seconds to recover from that. Expression shifting back towards something more unreadable, he was now standing pressed against Bankei’s side, observing the other god across from them with calculated eyes. He couldn’t tell if his attitude was sincere or not, but it was so nice that it couldn’t be real. Surely that smile had to be a mask. Some sort of elaborate scheme to make them drop their guard. Bankei better had some answers for him later, though for now he was more than happy if the other just left and hopefully never came back. He had ruined their morning, and he didn’t want him to ruin even more.

6:30 AM

Quickly turning his head for a split second, he shot Bankei a small smile, glad that he tried to get rid of his brother before he could do anything even weirder. It was bad enough that he apparently knew his name. He didn’t need any other scares. Who knew what else he knew. Zahabia certainly didn’t want to find that out. This had been enough surprises for a day, especially considering he had wanted to spend a lazy morning in bed with Bankei. But now that seemed far into the future, even if his brother should leave right away. He felt as if they had a lot to talk about first, and there wouldn’t be much cuddling involved with that. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zenjou was not a foolish man. He'd noticed quickly how his words affected the other in quite the negative effect. "Oh, my apologies. I didnt mean to frighten you." He chuckled softly, raising his hands in a gesture of defense. "I'm sure the name Ghiath is familiar to you?" Bankei scoffed at the mentioning of that name. Of course. That bastard could never be entrusted with any kind of secret for long. "Please, I only came to talk." His silver eyes settled back on Bankei, who's stern expression seemed not to soften even under his brothers soft almost pleading expression. "I said leave us." Bankei reaffirmed his statement from before. Zenjou let out a small sigh in response, accepting his defeat like many times before turning around to outstretch his hand for the portal back home. During all of this, Bankei watched with stern expression, his hands holding onto his love as he only waited for Zenjou to leave. Besides, the damage was already done... @SirFüncelot

Ghiath? Of course… If someone liked gossiping, it had to be him. How and why did they even know about them? What had he told Bankei’s brother? And… What else did his brother know? Why was he here? Bankei surely wouldn’t tell him even if he asked, so… This might be his only way to finally get some much-needed answers. As nice as his current life was, he could only take so long being left in the dark. Zahabia wasn’t stupid. He had just never received the education needed to be viewed as such. Giving Bankei another glance, Zahabia gently brushed off his hands, stepping forward towards the other god, who was seconds away from leaving for what might be forever. There was still mistrust in his eyes, but with Ghiath probably gossiping like a blabbermouth, Zenjou had probably gotten the rundown on everything. From their first meeting during the orgy, to the most recent one. He could only imagine what the mentally slow god had told him. There really was no hiding needed anymore, which meant there was also no need to pretend, and if worse came to worst, Bankei hopefully managed to keep him out of harm's way. “I want him to stay!”, Zahabia proclaimed, looking up at Zenjou with determination in his eyes, obviously not accepting Bankei talking back to him. Sure, they might fight over this later, but… He hoped this was going to be worth it. Finally getting some answers… Maybe finally being able to help and support the god… Zahabia wished for nothing else, and if Zenjou could give him that… He didn’t even mind still being covered in love marks from their precious night, or looking like he just tumbled out of bed. Surely they could talk over breakfast and coffee.

9:39 AM

“I have some questions; he might be able to answer me.”, he added, challenging the taller god in front of him with a calculated gaze. He was even taller than Bankei, leaving Zahabia to crane his head even further, though he was already used to that. “Though, I suggest we discuss this over breakfast. And while sitting down.” With that, he turned around, shooting his love a look to see how he was taking this, hoping to not see anger burning behind his eyes, despite him making a decision he most likely wouldn’t agree with. Zahabia simply hoped for the best as he walked back to Bankei’s side, trying to take his hand and intertwine their fingers as a small peace offering. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A wave of relief washed over the god as he watched his brother turn to leave. With that, Bankei was certain that one problem would've just cleared itself out, leaving only the most likely argument and explanation that he'd dreaded to have with his little jewel. However, his posture tensed again as Zahabia brushed off his hands, running over towards Zenjou right before he was about to leave. Internally the god began cursing at himself for staying just put in place, watching in horror as the problem had just gotten bigger than before. Zenjou on the other hand looked down at the human to his feet, holding tight onto his flowy pants with an also worried glance. He could already tell that this one was as stubborn as his brother to whom he turned around to look at the same moment as Zahabia did. He did not wish to upset him or act against his wishes that would only fuel the others hatred towards him. In this moment silence he waited with Zahabia. All eyes were focused on Bankei. The god only looked his love, then up at Zenjou and then back. His gaze was a mix of dread, hurt and deep down, even a glimpse of fear. After this very long moment of silence, he let out a audible scoff before turning around on his heel and walking away. How ridiculous this all was. "This way." The god only said audible enough for the both of them to hear, not stopping or slowing down as his love caught up to his side. Bankei tried his best not to flinch away from Zahabia's gentle touch, feeling the others hands trying to reconcile but he only tightened his own into a nervous fist. Zenjou did as he was told, turning around to follow the two in silence on the long walk of silence through the golden hallways until they'd eventually arrive on the same terrace where Bankei held his feasts, including the one where Zahabia had his first acquaintance with Ghiath.

12:54 PM

Now, there were much less tables present, only one low set round one surrounded by the usual pillows and rugs. The table itself was already set for three guests, several platters of small fruits and snacks spread across it. Bankei took his place on one of the main pillows, Zahabias place being right besides him. Still the god seemed to avoid both of the others gazes as the servants poured tea and coffee from graceful golden pots. Zenjou took his place across the both of them, gifting the servant who poured him his tea a warm smile before looking at the two hosts. "So, Zahabia." He hesitantly began to talk after a long moment of deafening silence. "You said you had questions. What is it you wanted to know?" His soft gaze wandered back to Bankei who only scoffed lightly. "Only if it's okay of course." Zenjou quickly reassured. "Go ahead." Bankei rolled his eyes before taking a sip of his own tea. @SirFüncelot

Feeling Bankei tighten his hands into fists and avoid his touch, only confirmed his suspicion. The god was less than thrilled, and he really hoped he could fix this later on. It would be the worst scenario possible if he lost him over something as useless as this. Just because he couldn’t hold back his own curiosity. If he could just hold back and stay silent… None of this would have happened but instead… Zahabia sighed softly, hoping that the other knew him well enough by now to have realized this would have happened sooner or later. All the questions… The secrets… There was only so much Zahabia could take. Walking through the halls together was tense. He didn’t speak a word, only nervously chewing on his bottom lip as he tried to figure out how to make up for this later on. Surely Bankei would be furious at him for acting out of place. This wouldn’t get him in trouble with his brother, right? So many things he hadn’t considered… What should he even ask? Zahabia hadn’t spared a thought on that yet, only craving answers yet not knowing which he needed most. What should he ask this stranger? And what should he let Bankei answer? Maybe he should be thankful for the silence allowing him to think. Despite the tension between them, Zahabia took his seat to Bankei’s right, but didn’t start another attempt to reconcile. If the god was ready for that, he could come to him. Otherwise, it would just be wasted, or even worse, just anger him more. When he had calmed down slightly, he would hopefully make the right decision. For now, though… Zahabia sat there with crossed legs, sipping on his spiced coffee, feeling incredibly tiny with the two others next to him. Yet Zenjou’s soft expression didn’t scare him. If anything, it made him feel even bolder than usual, and he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing.

10:22 PM

“I have many questions. Bankei has been… rather vague.”, he replied, trying not to sound disappointed or hurt over that fact. The few times he had asked were still at the beginning of their relationship, of course he hadn’t answered them. And since then, Zahabia hadn’t asked, choosing to stay silent so they could enjoy their peace together and not bother with potential questions that might ruin their mood. “What’s going on? What were you talking about? Do you need to leave? Can I come along? Is that why you’re busy all the time? Something happened, right? Is it my fault? It is, isn’t it?”, the questions kept spilling from his mouth, mostly directed at Bankei despite initially keeping Zenjou here to ask him. Zahabia also discarded any thoughts he had put into them on the way here. He had meant to ask something else initially, but the worry overtook him. Potentially losing the god after such a short time… If he had just stayed away… Maybe none of this would have happened. Sure, it would still be awkward between them, but at least Bankei could stay. Why else would his brother try to drag him away if not to break their relationship apart? He nervously fidgeted with his cup, unable to even pick at the fruits, despite his initial hunger. Their replies took forever. Zahabia couldn’t take it. He felt as if he was slowly turning mad as he waited. The silence was deafening, and even his original intent to keep away and give the god time was forgotten, as he sheepishly tried once more to initiate a hand hold, intertwining their fingers for a bit of much-needed comfort. Hopefully they would just decline his stupid suggestions. Tell him it wasn’t like that. Even if they were lies… Zahabia wasn’t sure if he would prefer that over the truth, though if it meant Bankei leaving him behind would come as a surprise… Maybe it was better, otherwise just the anticipation might kill him before that. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

While Bankei still couldn't bear to look Zahabia directly into the eye, he still listened to all the questions that bursted out of him. It made sense that he'd have so many questions. Part of the god felt guilty for not answering any of them sooner, but was there ever a good time to adress such topics? Zenjou listened to the questions as well, smiling softly as the other didn't seem to stop at first. "No no no, I can assure you, it has nothing to do with you. Don't worry." He assured softly before looking over at Bankei. "As for our topic of discussion-" He could see Bankei roll his eyes as he took a sip of his tea. Zenjou only sighed lightly in response. His brother was truly a hopeless case despite the deep connection and love he felt towards his younger sibling. "You see, I don't know how much my brother has told you about our kind, but we are not actually what you humans would consider gods." Zenjou tried to explain, reluctantly with his last few words. "We are what you humans like to call a 'Djinn'." "And... my little brother here has a few things to take care of-" he tried to continue. "And I told you, I am not going anywhere." Bankei cut his brother off with an angry glare accompanied by his statement. He couldn't let his brother spin the whole story afterall. "Those so called things are none of my buisness. I left centuries ago and they have you. So why the fuck should I just return now?" Bankei looked at his brother with an angry glare which was met by a soft yet sad expression of his brother who remained silent after. @SirFüncelot

Bankei seemingly ignored his advances, not even reacting to him trying to grab his hand. Maybe he really was more mad about this than he had thought. But what else was he supposed to do? If he never told him anything... Zahabia sighed softly, glad that finally someone was addressing all his worries and questions and... There was an immediate wave of relief washing over him as soon as he received confirmation that it wasn't his fault, though... What came after that... It hadn't been exactly what he had expected. Djinn... His mother had told him stories. Shape shifting creatures that lured children away who didn't go to bed or who refused to eat their vegetables. She probably had only told him that so he behaved, but now he could no longer say she had been lying. Not when Djinn were real, even though they didn't punish him for staying up too long or for only eating sweets. If anything Bankei encouraged that. Still... It wasn't too strange. What difference did it make what he called them? God. Djinn. Bankei certainly hadn't been a mortal to begin with and he didn't know enough about those type of creatures to make sense of it. Besides the shape shifting part. Apparently that was true to some degree. He listened to their fight. Or well... Zenjou's calm voice, while Bankei seemed beyond saving. Angry and fiery as ever. Just how he loved him and yet he felt slightly bad for his brother who seemingly just wanted the best for him. How should he even interrupt that? Zahabia chose to not think about it too much simply going with his gut and interrupting them both. "What exactly is a 'Djinn'? Because as far as I can tell they are barely different from gods.", he chimed in, leaning forward to grab a pastry and nibble on it.

12:12 PM

"You're immortal and all-powerful. You've got powers and humans that worship you... How does that differentiate you in any way from the gods?", he added after a moment of reconsideration as he took another bite out of the sweet bread, looking between the two of them, satisfied for now with the fact that Bankei would stay and not leave. Nothing else mattered to him, though he wished to receive a few more answers. What exactly they were referring to and why Bankei had left in the first place. There were still too many mysteries and he didn't like that. Zahabia also wanted to know what the god had been up to the last few weeks. If he hadn't been helping his brother, why had he been so busy then? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zenjou felt a small wave of relief as Zahabia interrupted their discussion. His soft silver eyes gifted the young one a smile before once again looking Iverson at Bankei as if to confirm that it was okay. Bankei rolled his eyes in response before giving him a little ushering wave of his hand. "Gods are immortal. We Djinn are not." Zenjou explained. "Our powers have limits and rules that must be upheld at all times." While Zenjou explained, one of his arms reached out towards the small cup of tea to take a sip. "The earliest of Djinn are said to be created out of a smokeless fire. Spirits of free will, whether good or bad. All of us can alter our physical forms at will or become invisible as a whole." Bankei knew all the tales his brother told of course. Each Djinn was taught their own history with pride from young age. "Most of us still like to remain in our original shapes. More comfortable that way." Bankei quickly chimed in, making sure that Zahabia hopefully would understand that he'd never turned invisible to spy on him or watch whatever he was doing. He was no pervert afterall. "And I think the rest is up for my brother to explain." With that Zenjou gave Bankei his soft smile before taking another sip of his tea. @SirFüncelot

His gaze returned to Zenjou, watching him intently as he spoke, sucking up every piece of information like a sponge. Djinn… So no gods. He hadn’t seen Bankei’s powers have any limits yet, but he had also mostly seen the god, no, the djinn let books float or make things appear out of thin air. Maybe the limits were different. Maybe regarding killing or creating life, or something. He would ask him later. If he was willing to talk to him by then, because right now he felt as if the other was rather mad at him, ignoring all his advances. At least he added a little something in between, making Zahabia chuckle softly, as he was pretty sure Bankei was a little flustered while speaking up. He couldn’t say why, but he already knew he preferred this form. After their little excursion into the city and seeing how eagerly he had discarded his human disguise as soon as he could, he had been pretty sure about that, and… If he was honest, he liked him much better like this, too. Big. Strong. As weird as the four arms and eyes initially were, they had grown on him by now, and he wouldn’t want to miss them for anything in the world. Not sure if Zenjou was referring solely to the djinn topic or their entire conversation, Zahabia didn’t give up yet. If anything, Bankei could be the one who replied to him. If his brother didn’t want to be around for that, he could leave, but he wouldn’t stop asking until he had all the answers he needed. Without batting another eye, he just kept going. “What business do you have to tend to back home? And why don’t you want to go back?”, Zahabia asked, turning to face the djinn right next to him, looking at Bankei with big curious eyes, expecting a response even if he was mad and sulking. He shouldn’t have left him in the dark about any of this, even if it made sense to not start with any of this right away, though… Surely by now he could have at least mentioned one or two things.

9:20 AM

“You said it’s not because of me, but… Are you staying because I’m here? Because you can’t take me along?”, he added after taking another sip of coffee, still looking at Bankei. A small part inside of him wished they could go together, though he had no idea how djinn even lived. Maybe he wouldn’t like it, but that didn’t stop his curiosity from being peaked by it nonetheless. If it were just as glamorous as this place… If it were like the stories of faraway kingdoms… How could he miss out on that? But… How high were the chances of Bankei going and taking him along, if he wasn’t even willing to leave in the first place? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei watched Zenjou explaining with a frown. The knot in his stomach painfully reminded him again how he'd owed Zahabia answers. Now he sat here, listening to how his own brother told the stories the Djinn should've told a long time ago. Hearing his love's heart wrenching questions on top of that was even more a stab in the gut. "Listen it's... complicated." Bankei's eyes were filled with guilt when he looked at Zahabia, swallowing before hesitantly parting his lips again to find the words that would surely change everything. "I-" He began, but the words were interrupted by a small cough coming from across the table. Bankei's eyes snapped over to his brother filled with even more concern. "Zenjou!" His brother's cough quickly got worse from a small cough to several lung rattling breaths that rattled his own body. One of his hands clutched his chest while the other tried to cover his mouth as he cowered together. Seeing Zenjou's state made Bankei rush over, his arms settling on his brother's back and holding his sides to prevent him from his body tipping over. "I- I'm- fine." Zenjou gave his brother a soft yet weakened smile before a few more coughs interrupted him. "No you are not, smart ass." Bankei replied sounding even slightly annoyed at his brother playing tough. His eyes scanned over his brother's Features as if to try looking for any more signs of his sickness until they fell eventually onto his necklace. The revelation of his brother state truly shocked the Djinn, as he looked truly helpless for just a second before looking back at his brother. "You need to leave. Get rest." Bankei's voice was yet again soft and pleading, fragile as if to not frighten a little bird. "Call for guards. You need to get back." With a small look of defeat and a weak smile, Zenjou flicked his wrist to the side with an eerie glow.

8:26 AM

The air behind him began to crack like broken shards of mirror. "How are your- stories coming along?" Zenjou looked over at his brother with his usual warm smile. He knew how much his brother was fascinated with stories and fairytales. "Now is not the time for talking." Bankei replied with a hint of annoyance before the rift split open further. Several large armed soldiers stepped into the room, each of them having 4 arms, beautifully crafted helmets that revealed each of their facial features along with each carrying a giant helebard. They were like a lesser flashy version of the one the Djinn had wielded in combat with Ghiath. "You have a good heart Bankei." Zenjou smiled at the other as one of the 4 soldiers helped him up by draping the prince's arm over his shoulder to help him stand. "Make sure Zahabia knows that." With that the silver haired Djinn looked over at Zahabia, a warm and caring expression. The guards did their job, guiding the weakened prince back to the portal in silence interrupted by a few more coughs. "Going along fine... the stories." Bankei finally spoke with lowered head, unable to bear the state his brother was in. Zenjou who'd already turned his back towards him stopped, looking back around to give him a warm smile. "I'm glad..." With that he turned back around to step through the broken shards, vanishing into the portal he'd came from to leave the pair in deafening silence. "Fuck..." the god cursed under his breath, his hands bawled into fists as he remained glued to his spot with lowered head. Why did all of this happen now? Zenjou's condition was as bad as never before. Despite their astrangedness, he could not bear the thought of loosing him. But at what price... @SirFüncelot

He hadn’t meant to make Bankei feel bad with his questions. At least not intentionally. But he wanted answers. For a few things, at the very least. Zahabia didn’t need to know everything, but he hadn’t even told him he was a djinn. Or anything else, really. Despite him trying to open up towards Bankei, now it seemed kind of nonsensical, knowing the djinn hadn’t done so in return. Before he could bring that up, though, and reassure Bankei that he shouldn’t stress himself right now, the coughs coming from Zenjou startled him. The other had looked pale and thin since the beginning, but he knew nothing about the overall health or the different body types of djinn, so to him, this hadn’t been too concerning. Up until now, that was. Apparently, his brother seemed to be struggling with a lot more than just a stubborn sibling. Nothing about this sounded good, and the worry in Bankei’s eyes was genuine. It made Zahabia feel as if he were intruding upon something, and for a moment he considered leaving them be. This seemed to be something personal. Something not suited for his eyes and ears, and yet he remained. Frozen in place, simply watching how they talked, and Zenjou got led away in the end.

1:06 AM

Being distracted enough, Zahabia had barely heard what the sick djinn had said about him. Not that it was important. He shouldn’t eavesdrop even more than he already had. If he hadn’t… Maybe Zenjou would have left, and his coughing fit would have been prevented. Though… He didn’t even know what caused it, so… But if he had been back, there would have at least been people to immediately take care of him, and Bankei wouldn’t have to see the state his brother was in. Not that he didn’t deserve to know that, but now he seemed angry and upset for an entirely different reason than his stubbornness. Zahabia remained quiet and still for a little while longer, a frown present on his face, while he watched Bankei struggle in front of him. Should he go and comfort him? He didn’t even know if that was something he would want. He knew even less about the djinn than he had thought, and that was slightly upsetting him. With a sigh, he got up from his seat, initially trying to sneak away and leave Bankei to his thoughts, but… He couldn’t do that. Zahabia was too nosy and too worried about him. Yes, he had kept a lot of things from him, but right now that wasn’t important. Not when he obviously needed some support and comfort. Quietly, he approached, carefully placing his hand on Bankei’s right upper arm, stroking the bare skin there to grab his attention without startling him. “Bankei?”, Zahabia asked, his voice getting swallowed up by the grand hall. He certainly wasn’t the best at this, not used to comforting other people in any way. It had always been just him. If one of his owners or clients needed comforting… Well… He usually comforted them in other ways than with his words, though for the djinn… Zahabia wanted to try his best, even if his attempts at patting the other’s shoulder and back were more than just a little bit awkward. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Even after several moments of silence, the God still didn't move. With lowered head, his fists remained clenched, his chest heaving. Why, why, WHY... With a sudden anger filled roar, two of his fist landed with a powerful impact on the nearby pillar. The impact send cracks splitting the stone with a Boom that could be felt in the entire palace. Tears rolled down the god's cheeks, his face twisted with a turmoil of anger, sadness, confusion and confliction. What was he supposed to do... Bankei? Zahabia. Bankei's head perked up, features softening from anger into a horrified expression. He'd scared him. His anger could've hurt him. Even more sadness washed over the god as he dropped to his knees with a loud thumb. More silent tears streamed down his face as he looked away, all fists stemming against the pillar with the god's forehead put into the crook of his upper arm. "Fuck..." He cursed under his breath, trying to calm his breathing. His private life was one thing, but now scaring Zahabia like this. Loosing control like this. The god would've never forgiven himself if something had happened to his precious jewel... @SirFüncelot

@SirFüncelot

Zahabia didn’t even get close enough to touch the other. Inches away from his arm, he was suddenly startled. Thankfully he took a surprised step back, otherwise the djinn’s fist would have probably hit him. Wide-eyed he watched Bankei’s angry outburst, frozen in place, unable to do anything. He didn’t know what to say or do. All he could do was stand and watch, trembling slightly as he felt the sudden mood shift was directed at him because he had overstepped some invisible line. After all this seemed to be a rather delicate topic. It would make sense to be angry at him for potentially causing this. Had he overworked Bankei’s brother with his questions? He remained where he stood, observing for now as the djinn crumpled to the ground. He seemed to have calmed down. For now. Zahabia fidgeted with his hands, unsure if he should step closer or not. He wanted to help Bankei calm down, but what if he really had caused this? What if Bankei was angry with him? That hadn’t happened in a long time. Playfully mad? Yes. But angry? Like this? He wasn’t even sure if he had seen him like this. Even when he had overstepped his boundaries before, never had the djinn acted like this. He had scolded and punished him, but nothing anywhere near this. Remaining where he was, voice quiet and unsure, Zahabia tried his luck to help at least a little bit. If Bankei wanted to scream at him, he would certainly prefer that over the silence. Not knowing what was going on in his lover was even worse than getting scared due to him raising his voice. “Bankei?”, he tried, barely able to whisper loud enough for the other to hear. Just this seemed to already be too much, considering the deafening silence in the hall. “I’m sorry, Bankei… I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry…”, he added after a moment, eyes directed at the ground. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei? Zahabia's voice was a soft whisper, light but yet powerful enough to make it through the ringing of the Djinn's ears. Until now Bankei hadn't even paid attention to the heat running down his upper fist still pressed flat against the pillar. With each plea of his love, his own heart filled with even more sadness. "Don't." The god almost choked up the word, not bearing to look at his love out of shame. "I should be the one, apologizing. I didn't mean to frighten- I could never if I-" his shoulders were once again shook by trembling breaths, the luscious locks falling down his face making it hard to see what was underneath. "I'm sorry. Nothing of this was supposed to happen." He muttered at last, looking up as his love touched him for the first time, golden eyes gleaming with regret and sorrow. He should've told him all of this sooner. It was wrong to keep secrets like that... @SirFüncelot

Bankei looked like a beaten-up puppy now. Face hidden away from him as he trembled while talking. Despite his initial shock and fright, how could he leave him like that? It hurt Zahabia’s heart, and without even properly thinking it through, he rushed over towards him, cupping his cheeks with gentle hands to make the djinn look at him, fingers caressing his cheeks in an attempt to comfort him. Surely… He wasn’t angry with him, and… Even if he was… Zahabia was sure he could take it if it meant he might be able to help his lover through this. “Don’t apologize…”, he mumbled, leaning forward to lean their foreheads against each other, slowly snaking his arms around the djinn’s neck. “I… I pushed too much… I just… I wanted to know more about you, but… I should have waited for you to be ready for that.”, Zahabia murmured, squeezing Bankei tightly, resting his head against the other’s shoulder, and hiding his face in the crook of his neck. “But you know how impatient I get… I’m sorry, Bankei…”, he added after another moment of silence, closing his eyes and just kind of falling into the embrace. Their position was a little awkward. He half kneeled, half stood in front of the djinn to be able to hold him like this, though their current situation made it seem more like he was the one getting comforted. He really wasn’t the best at this, was he? Even while rubbing Bankei’s back, he felt awkward. A little too close to tears himself, despite there not being anything to be sad about. It just felt as if he was messing up everything. After it had been so nice, and now… Now he was ruining everything, wasn’t he? “I’m sorry, Bankei… I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”, he kept repeating quietly on and on as if that would help anything while running his hands up and down his love’s back. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With thoughts being like a conjured up storm in his head, it was hard for Bankei to calm any of it. Only when he felt Zahabia's gentle touch did he look up at him. For the first time, a soft sigh pressed through his lips as he felt the others forehead press against his. This time he only listened to the others soothing words mumbled against his neck. Hesitantly, the Djinn brought his four arms up to scoop the Dancer into his embrace. It felt good to just hold him. To smell his hair, to feel his touch. Something about it grounded the god in a way he did not expect to come so easily. "I should've never kept such things from you. Not for so long." Bankei mumbled, his hands caressing Zahabias back. Now it was almost as if their roles were reversed. What an irony. "Come. I want to show something." Bankei pulled the other away from himself softly before he stood up with a groan. He didn't really pay any mind to his bloody knuckles for now. His only goal was to finally tell his love the truth he truly deserved to know... @SirFüncelot

Glad as Bankei seemed to calm, Zahabia melted into the other’s embrace. They could have stayed like this for all eternity, but the djinn pulled away too fast. Once again, he looked at him with a worried expression, grabbing his wrist to tell him to stop. Sure, he wanted to know what the other wanted to show him, but not when he wasn’t sure if he was doing alright and not as long as his knuckles were still bleeding. “That can wait.”, he mumbled, lifting the bloodied hand and pressing a kiss to the back of Bankei’s hand. “Let me treat this first.”, Zahabia added, hitting the djinn with a look that wouldn’t accept anything but agreement from him. “You can pretend to be a big and scary king later. I’m not letting you get blood all over me.” With a gentle tug, he inspected the wound, glad to find that it wasn’t particularly deep. Mostly just broken skin and already drying blood. Dabbing a cloth against it would be enough for now. Zahabia would make sure to put a salve on the injury later. He probably couldn’t convince the djinn to let him do that right now. “That should work for now.” He gave his hands another once over, making sure to kiss all four of them, before looking up at Bankei. Taking another deep breath, he let go of them and the bloodied cloth, still uncertain what he had to expect now. “Well… Lead the way.”, Zahabia finally offered with another sigh, extending his hand for the djinn to grab and lead him with. “I trust you.”, he added, though he wasn’t sure if this was reassurance for himself or the other. Maybe they both needed this. He wondered what else there was to know. About Bankei’s past? His magic? What could he possibly want to show him now? Zahabia didn’t have a clue, but… All of this was new to him, so… How could he? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

For the first time in a long long while, the Djinn felt safe and ready to open up. With the small ounce of confidence he just gained, the god was ready to go until Zahabia stopped him. Confused at first he turned around, a small tint of red spreading on his coal cheeks as the Dancer kissed his bloody hand. Bankei had totally forgotten about that one by now, but he accepted. He followed with a small chuckle and without resistance, watching as Zahabia dabbed some of his skirts cloth onto the wound to keep it as clean as he could. After that was done, the god flushed even more at each kiss his four hands received each. Once Zahabia allowed him to lead away, another small sigh left the god's lips, leading the way... Bankei did as he was told to in silence, leading his love by a hand down one of the many golden corridors. Just as they passed Sheshadri's slightly ajar golden doors, the next turn seemed like a dead end. Until the Djinn raised his hand, glowing with his golden magic as a golden frame of doors appeared just out of thin air before them. As the doors now took full shape, Bankei stepped forward to them opening without help. Behind them it revealed a dark staircase, illuminated by torches on the walls as their went down... @SirFüncelot

After watching the djinn for so long now, Zahabia had gotten pretty confident in his ability to tell when Bankei was blushing, and seeing the redness spread across his cheeks now, made him smile wider. It took the last bit of tension from his shoulders as he finished up and let the other lead him out and down the hall. At first, he thought they were on their way to see Sheshadri. Something the naga certainly would have appreciated, but they walked right past his door, and it was as if he could hear him shuffle around beneath his pile of riches, excited about a potential treat or at the very least some company. It was a little bit weird to walk in silence like this, but at the very least he had Bankei’s hand to hold on to, squeezing it slightly as they walked, before suddenly stopping in front of a dead end. Zahabia was about to ask what was going on, as he watched him do his magic. Breathtaking as always, he was fascinated by the display of glittering gold with his mouth slightly ajar. Watching a door appear out of thin air… It was strange. Something he still couldn’t entirely explain, but maybe that would happen soon. Though, judging by the dark staircase right in front of them… Zahabia wasn’t too sure what exactly he was about to show him, but at first glance, it didn’t look too pleasant. “I’m not sure now is the time to show me to your secret sex dungeon.”, he teased, trying to lift the mood a little, before squeezing Bankei’s hand again and looking up at his face. “I’m sorry. I was joking. It does look a bit scary though.”, he added after a moment, moving a little closer to the other, as that was helping with his nerves and made it a bit easier to not feel scared of what he was about to witness. He had survived a hungry snake creature, and whatever the hell Ghiath was, so… How bad could this be? Especially with Bankei by his side. The djinn would never let anything happen to him. There was nothing for him to be afraid of.

4:07 AM

“Lead the way. I trust you. I’m right beside you.”, Zahabia mumbled, giving the other another reassuring glance before taking a first experimental step onto the steps of the stone staircase, ready to follow the djinn down and towards whatever was awaiting them at the bottom. A dungeon? A cell? What could he possibly hide at the end of this? He had no idea, but soon enough, he would know. And then? Well… Zahabia wasn’t too sure what would happen then, but with Bankei by his side, he could do anything. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The stairs went on for a bit, deeper and deeper down into the flame lit darkness. Shadows lined the Djinns slightly tense expression, not letting go of the others hand any time soon. Despite the obviously bad cracked joke, Bankei's expression didn't change, neither did he even look like he'd registered the joke. Only when Zahabia apologized did his eyes flicker into his direction before looking back forward in silence. It was no stare of malice or one that was holding a grudge against the other. It didn't even upset him. Bankei's mind was simply already at the bottom of the stairs... After about 2 minutes of walking down the dark spiral staircase did the Two come into a dark hallway, leading to another pair of giant golden doors. Again they opened at the flick of the Djinn's wrist, granting them entrance into a wide circular room. Torches lid up the room one by one, lighting the golden carvings and arches on the floor, walls and dome shaped ceiling. The hall itself was empty, but one podium in the middle. A socket where on closer inspection, something floated above the flat surface. The light of the flames reflected within the plates of gold forming a beautiful elaborate necklace. Yet the flame was truly captured by the giant black stone in the middle. A beautiful void in the sea of gold which Bankei approached with Zahabia at hand. "What you see here is what we Djinn call the 'Heartstone'." Bankei began to explain, eyes set on the necklace in front of them. "It's one form of the vessel that we are all bound to, in life and in death. It is also the only passage for us into this realm from our home." "In whatever shape of form, the Heartstones are scattered across the world with a Djinn bound to them each. And this..." Bankei gestured towards the floating necklace. "Is mine." Bankei had no idea what reaction he could expect from the other. Hopefully he was only met with more questions instead of accusations or worse... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia wasn’t sure if the silence was a good or bad sign. Not even his joke had managed to lift the mood, so he decided to stay silent as well as they made their way down the dark and slightly creepy stairs. It got a bit colder, and he pulled the robe stolen from Bankei a little tighter around his shoulders, gripping the djinn's hand more as well. He still had no idea what to expect down here, but he hoped it wasn’t really a dungeon. A sex dungeon… He could work with that, but cells and prisoners… That wouldn’t exactly be something he knew how to react to. Sighing softly, his brain felt a little dizzy after going in circles for way too long. Zahabia wasn’t even able to appreciate the room before him to its full extent as he finally stepped. The gold glimmered in the shine of the torches, but it wasn’t what immediately caught his attention. The pedestal with the floating necklace… He couldn’t help but be drawn towards it for some weird reason. Even if Bankei hadn’t pulled him towards it, he probably would have gone there himself as well, wishing to inspect it further. Eyes glued to it, he barely registered the djinn talking besides him, as his eyes sparkled, fascinated by the black void in front of him. At first glance, it seemed endless, scary even, but the darkness reminded him a lot of Bankei. If he looked enough… Were there… golden specks inside of it? Zahabia wasn’t sure if it was just his mind playing tricks on him or if the gold from the ceiling reflected inside the stone, but… The longer he looked, the more it reminded him of the djinn next to him. It was obvious that it belonged to him. And… It took his breath away.

2:51 AM

“It’s… beautiful…”, Zahabia whispered, fearing that talking any louder might ruin the moment. Extending his hand, he attempted to touch it, but stopped inches away from it, afraid of what touching it might cause for the djinn. If it really was like his heart… Maybe Bankei could feel it? Getting one's heart touched probably didn’t feel too pleasant. He didn’t want to cause that, so it seemed better to refrain from doing so, even if his curiosity was urging him to do so. “But… Why are you showing this to me? I guess… It’s related to you being a djinn and everything, but… I don’t really understand.”, Zahabia confessed, while turning back around towards Bankei, with a confused expression on his face. He had managed to pull his hand back, instead moving it to let it rest against the djinn’s cheek, “Thank you for showing this to me. It seems important. Even if I don’t understand its meaning quite yet. I guess it is like your heart? Is it part of you or something?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankei was not sure how well Zahabia would take in all of those new informations, but seeing how awe struck he was at seeing his most prized possesion made the Djinn's cheeks get just a bit darker. He couldn't help but crack a sad smile as his little dancer touched his cheek with such love and compassion. "It is." Bankei nodded, taking the others hand into his and off his cheek to hold before looking back all serious at the necklace. "Each Djinn's heartstone is tied to our very beings. If the humans who find us keep it on their body and close to your heart and we thrive, but if you damage or destroy it, you will also destroy the Djinn to whom it belongs." The silence of his last words weighed heavy on the Two until Bankei had composed himself with another small sigh. "From the moment my brother was born, Zenjou's heartstone always had a thin crack, making him more sickly and frail. To be honest, I've never seen his condition as worse as it was today." Another sad and exhausted sigh passed the god's lips as he looked back at Zahabia, the grip around his hand tightening as his other hands clenching when he looked away. "Still. I cannot go back." @SirFüncelot

Zahabia listened quietly and intently, letting the other finish his small explanation, while remaining close by his side. Squeezing his hand slightly, he leaned his head against the djinn’s shoulder, looking up at him with a small smile. “Yours is on its own down there, though… No human is keeping it close. What does that mean?”, he asked curiously, not sure what kind of answer to expect. Yes, it seemed better if his heart stone was kept safe, but if he could only thrive with a human holding on to it… Did it mean Bankei wasn’t able to live to his fullest or… Was there someone responsible for such an important item? Did they leave it? There were too many questions inside his head, making him worry about the djinn next to him. But not only that. Zahabia also caught a spark of jealousy inside his own heart as he imagined another human being responsible for something so important. Surely they had earned Bankei’s trust and… This necklace was rather important. Maybe he wasn’t suited to be placed in charge of it. Maybe it would have been best if he had never learned of this. He was not a warrior. He couldn’t even wield a sword. He wouldn’t be able to keep Bankei’s most prized possession save, no matter how hard he tried.

1:04 AM

Deciding to discard these thoughts, he instead focused on all the other things Bankei had said, clutching his hand with both of his own to show his support. “Why can’t you go back? And don’t you dare say it’s because of me.”, he replied softly, but with a little bit of pressure behind his words. “I’m not keeping you chained up here, and if your brother needs you…”, Zahabia began before he sighed. It wasn’t really his place to say this, was it? “I don’t have any siblings or any people I would consider close enough to me to view them similarly, but he seems to care deeply for you and… I don’t want you to regret this later on. Go visit him. Even if it’s just for a few days. I’ll be fine on my own here.”, he promised, trying to get Bankei’s attention with his eyes, so the djinn would look at him. “Maybe talk things through with him. And really… You don’t want to be king or whatever you’re supposed to be? Isn’t that exactly what you’re doing here? Getting worshiped as a god and everything… You seem to like it.”, Zahabia teased gently, though not exactly knowing the true extent of what exactly was bothering the other. Maybe if they talked more about it… But if his brother truly was as weak as Bankei said… If his condition was worsening… He should take the chance to spend time with him as long as he still had it, otherwise it would just come back to haunt him later. Zahabia spoke from experience, regretting the fact that he hadn’t been around when his mother had passed. There had been so many things he had meant to ask and tell her… He didn’t want Bankei to suffer the same fate. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The squeeze of his hand, those big eyes looking up at him pleading made it almost impossible for the Djinn not to give his Love all the answers he needed and deserved to know. The question made him draw in a small breath before explaining: "My powers are limited without a finder. With nobody to rightfully own it, my magic can only last in a certain area. I myself am unable to leave it. And if I was to follow my brother, I'd be unable to return on my own." Bankei's gaze trailed over to the jewel floating and softly rotating within the golden glow of the dome. "The city is my Gilded Cage. People here worship me, yes, but after all those centuries since I left, I guess I've grown fond of them afterall." Those last words made the god grit his teeth a bit. With Zahabia at his side, he'd long given up to hide his intentions to care for all of them. With Zahabia's pleading eyes resting on him, Bankei looked soon back at him, eyes filling with what could be described as a unwanted or perhaps wanted sadness and regret. He hesitated for a moment to answer before taking a deep breath and prepare. "Long time ago, due to my brother's faltering health, I as the second son was destined to one day rule the realm of the Djinn. Destiny they called it, the weight of all those rules and expectations." Bankei looked down at their entwined hands, giving Zahabia's a small distressed squeeze. "My father the king was a stoic man, brave beyond of what I could ever be.

11:17 AM

He was up at the front first against the calamity our realm faced, a war amongst our own people and a threat from the shattered world between the rifts." Something lit up inside the god as he spoke about his father, a brave man and a loss to mourn. "They blamed me for his shattering. It drove my mother into madness. Her grief is still consuming her till this day." He swallowed at his last words, pain creeping into his facade at the thought of confronting his frail mother again. "I cannot bear to see her like this. And I am the last thing she'd want to see either." Bankei shook his head before looking up at the golden dome. "Besides, all of this prosperity, the gold, the safety of my kingdom, it's magic would collapse without me. Within three days, Buyanchugol would return back to it's sand from which it was once created. It would leave people without a home, to suffer the cruelty of the desert until it would eventually take all of them." With his story now finished, Bankei looked back at his love and taking his other hand close to him as well. Hopefully his honesty would clear things between them, to help their bond to grow. "Please understand. I am doing this to keep you and everyone else in this empire safe. I just can't." His golden eyes pleaded along with his firm grip, praying that Zahabia would understand. @SirFüncelot

A small part of him was relieved to hear that no one was commanding Bankei. It probably would have made him rather jealous to learn that, though his happiness didn’t last too long upon seeing Bankei’s expression stay rather gloomy and miserable. It broke his heart to see him like this, but no matter what Zahabia seemed to offer… Nothing seemed to work. He sighed quietly, leaning in closer to offer the djinn a little more comfort. Yesterday had been so nice, and now… Why was all of this happening today? Remaining quiet, Zahabia just listened for now, staying close to his lover in an attempt to comfort him in these times of struggle. What even was he supposed to suggest? He could easily watch over Bankei’s gem while he was gone. Wear it and keep it close. Allow the djinn to return here after everything was settled, but that wasn’t their only problem. There was so much to unpack here. More than he had signed up for. He really wasn’t the best for comforting or really any of this, but for Bankei… For Bankei, he would at least try his best. Moving in front of him, he got up on his tiptoes, gently cupping the djinn’s face, making him lean down a little further until he could easily rest their foreheads against each other and run his hands through the long hair at the back of his head. “I don’t know anything. Neither about what has happened in the past nor about the options you have now, but… This isn’t your fault. They can’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. If it really isn’t the same… And if your brother seems to enjoy it much more… Can’t magic heal him? If you’re a djinn… If I wished for him to get better… Surely, you could do that, right?”

3:10 AM

Looking up at him with hopeful eyes, Zahabia hoped to somehow make sense of this. It didn’t make much sense to him. But from the stories about djinns he had been told… They were nearly all powerful, so… With a human lending him his full potential… That had to make him stronger, right? But if it was that easy… Bankei probably had already tried that. Unless… If the human really had to want it… Maybe that had been the problem. After all, they were selfish creatures, and if Zenjou weren’t Bankei’s brother… If he didn’t see how much his love seemed to suffer thanks to his brother’s fragility… Zahabia probably would have used his wishes for something else instead. “I can keep your gem safe. I’ll give you a place to return to. I’ll call for you if you need me to. And if Buyanchugol breaks apart in three days… You just have to get back to me in two.”, he added, pretending as if it was that simple, though there probably were more complications that Bankei just didn’t want to bore him with. Stroking his cheeks with his thumbs, Zahabia placed a gentle kiss on the other’s nose, closing his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts. There had to be something he could do. He had no magic, but that didn’t mean he was useless, right?

3:12 AM

“You have so many books… Maybe one of them has something that might help your brother. I can start reading them. I can help, so please… Let me. I don’t want to see you suffer like this. If he dies… If you’re not there for him… You’ll regret it. So please… Go and see him. Even if it is just for a day. Hear what he has to tell you. See if there is something you can do for him.”, Zahabia pleaded again after opening his eyes and interlocking his gaze with Bankei’s once more. Yes, he was being naive and unreasonable, but if this continued… He wouldn’t know how to deal with the djinn, seeing the sadness and longing in his eyes. How was he supposed to just leave it at that? What if he was making the biggest mistake in his life? What if Zenjou died? Bankei would never forgive himself for that. Zahabia didn’t want that. “You don’t need to keep me safe. Or anyone else that lives here. Even if the city collapses, as long as everyone gets out safely before then, we can just rebuild it upon your return.”, he suggested last but not least, once more trying to lighten the mood. “Would give me a chance to get rid of some of those ugly decorations you put up around the place.”, Zahabia chuckled, wrapping his arms around the djinn’s waist and burying his face against his chest. “I’m here for you. I’ll do whatever you want me to, so you can be happy, but… I want you to at least consider it. I don’t want you to regret staying with me just because you think it’s the right thing. I kept myself safe for years before I met you, so you really have nothing to worry about.”, he mumbled, tilting his head subtly to look up at him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The Djinn's worry and doubt was received quite well to his relief. A soft sigh pressed through his lips as the others fingers caressed through his long black locks, Zahabias forehead resting against his. Subconsciously, the lower set of arms reached around to hold his love by the hips, something inside the god worrying that Zahabia would disappear right here and there. "It is against the rules to temper with the state of the heartstone. I have tried many different things to get our magic to even work, but it failed every time." The god sighed softly, slowly lowering himself to kneel in front of Zahabia. Now it was easy to pull him just a bit closer into his arms, close to his heart... Bankei remained silent the others offering of call and aid. Guilty he averted his gaze away from the other. He wanted to keep everyone save and his kingdom to flourish. If Zahabia were to get involved everything would be at risk. "If I go back now there will be no guarantee that I'll make it back." Bankei looked back at the other. "I really appreciate your concern my love, I really do, but I want to keep you safe. If you were to get involved in any way, I could never forgive myself if..." He stopped, unable to even finish those words. "It takes a lot of energy to go back to the realm without a finder. The first thing that would stop working here are the soldiers and my Golden magic. Havoc would break out within hours, especially in the lower parts of the city. If it were to spread all across Buyanchugol, the collapse of it would be it's least problem if you were to stay behind." He sighed, looking worried at his love. "I can't keep the magic up and be gone at once. Some source of magic would need to run the spell in my place..." Bankei thought and something inside him seemed to have turned. Like an idea being stuck in his mind but still, being too afraid of the consequences to share... @SirFüncelot

Zahabia wanted to work this out somehow, but… He didn’t know enough, and as well received as his suggestions were, they were all in vain. He sighed with disappointment, slumping against the djinn, thankful for his embrace. How was he supposed to make this work? Why was he this powerless? If he were a djinn as well… Or really any other powerful being… He could do so much more for his lover, and yet… Maybe if he had fallen for another djinn instead of him, he could at least stay with his brother, but… Zahabia chose to discard that thought, not wishing to ruin his mood further by imagining Bankei with anyone but himself. “Sheshadri would keep me safe, wouldn’t he?”, he mumbled, wanting to make this work somehow, but… This city was Bankei’s entire life. As much as he wanted to suggest, they could just rebuild it… So many people would die in the process, and… Would it really be worth it? He felt bad for his suggestions now, but there was nothing else he could really offer. He had nothing. No money, no power. Nothing. Nothing but a pretty face and a tight ass. So far, that had been enough, but it didn’t exactly help his almighty djinn lover solve any of his current problems. If it was just his horniness… Zahabia knew how to deal with that. “I’m sorry, Bankei… I… We can see if we find a cure from here. Surely, there have to be texts or stories…”, he murmured, frantically looking in his mind for anything that could give the djinn hope. ”My… My mother told me bedtime stories about giants. Giants sent from the heavens above.”, he recalled, a slight bit of excitement audible in his voice as he not only thought to possibly have found a way to help, but was also recalling one of the nicer memories he’s had with his mother. It had been shortly before her death. A time he usually remembered with great sadness, but right now… Right now, the memory filled him with happiness and maybe a bit of hope as well.

1:10 AM

“They slumber in hills made from stone, and though most of them are vengeful, some, she said, are nice and merciful. Djinn are real, so… Why not them too? Maybe they can help your brother! She described them as powerful and… If you can’t do it with your magic… They aren’t bound by your laws!”, Zahabia argued, looking at Bankei with hopeful eyes, now feeling more desperate than he did. It wasn’t even his brother, and yet here he was feeling too much compassion. Before, this would have certainly made him feel sick, but now… How could he watch Bankei suffer like that? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Zahabia's enthusiasm was unwavering as always. Something inside the god felt incredibly touched as he listened to his offers, questions and pleas to not give up. "Of course he would, but it would not be enough." Bankei sighed. He slowly ran out of things to say, words that would not hurt or anger himself or his love only more. The last thing the Djinn wanted was to hurt him. "It has no use." The god cupped Zahabias cheek with a softened yet sad expression on his face. "I've read every page, every letter in this library by myself and none of it had the answer. There is no way." His words were the truth. Something inside Bankei had lived with the reality that his brother would leave this world before him. It was not a thing he wanted to accept, that he could not. But all those years of desperate search amongst those many thousands of stories left the Djinn with little to none hope... @SirFüncelot

“Maybe you missed something…”, Zahabia mumbled, despite knowing that this was most likely not the case. He still brought it up in a desperate attempt to solve the situation. To help. To make Bankei feel better, but… He couldn’t. Deflating into the strong arms of the djinn, he hid his face in the crook of his neck, tightening the grasp he had around him while trying to accept the fact that it was useless. He couldn’t help Bankei, no matter how hard he tried. He was powerless, and Zahabia hated every second of it. Not knowing for how long they had stayed close like this, he suddenly pulled away. Eyes wide, he looked directly at Bankei’s face. “You said… You just needed someone to power the city, right? It doesn’t have to be you, yes?”, he eagerly asked, a spark of hope in his eyes as he seemingly just found the solution to all their problems. Zahabia already hated the fact that he would be stuck here with him of all people, but for Bankei, he would make do and be on his best behavior. He had to be if he wanted this to work. If he wanted his love to return to his city in one piece. To secure that, he would even put up with this enormous ego. “I know how you can go without the city breaking into pieces!”, he finally declared before pulling the djinn’s face close for an excited kiss, certain Bankei would agree with him. --- (edited)

“You want me to watch your little humans while you two go on your honeymoon?”, Ghiath asked rather loudly, currently lounging on a tapestry on the ground, swirling a golden cup filled with wine in one hand. “I’m touched you thought of me, but… No, thanks! You know how much I hate bureaucracy.”, he added after a moment, having barely paid any attention to the things that had just been told to him over the past twenty minutes or so. There had been something with Bankei’s brother and some kind of travel the two had to undertake, so he was pretty certain they were on their way to get the blessings of the other’s family to get married. What other explanation was there? It wasn’t that Ghiath was against it, but… His own friend didn’t even consider inviting him. He was a little pissed off about that. Who did something as insensitive as that? Not even a guest… Not even an invitation. Or a mention. Despite him being responsible for them even making any progress. Where were his thanks? How did they forget all about him? A little irritated, he gulped down the wine, already refilling his goblet moments later, grabbing for a handful of dried dates to put into his mouth as well, while waiting on any attempt to try and change his mind. Not that they could do that. Unless they apologized and made him their guest of honor or something… @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>> (edited)

As all hope was seemingly lost, the Djinn felt his love pull out of his embrace, sparked eyes and grin gleaming at him. Bankei was confused at first, not really understanding who could be able to keep the city afloat. His confusion soon drained from his face, replaced with a sense of mild dread. The only other person that Zahabia knew other than his brother... --- The Djinn's gaze was a bit more on the grim side as he watched Ghiath down get another chalice of his prized wine and dates. Zahabia and him had decided it would be best to summon his friend the same evening with one of the jewels the Djinn held in possesion. "It's not our honeymoon-" Bankei tried to argue, but quickly closed his mouth again in a low grumble. Oh how he hated to fuel Ghiath's ego even more. This would only be trouble in the long run. "As I was saying." He cleared his throat quickly. "You keep this place from crumbling just for this week and in exchange you get full access to all of the palace food resources and cellars. Does that not sound like a deal to you?" Bankei surely hoped it was. Food was available in abundance but not necessarily all the expensive alcohol and herbs in his storage he just sacrificed for this trip. But to find a solution for such a grave problem, it surely would be worth it, right? @SirFüncelot

Ghiath completely ignored Bankei’s first comment, his eyes moving over all the other delicacies they had put out for him. Grabbing one of the stuffed flatbreads, he stuffed that into his face while lazily watching the other two right in front of him. Not their honeymoon. Pff… As if he would believe them. The way his friend held that human. Possessive yet soft. He’s never watched him hold anyone that dearly by the waist. The way that human admired him nuzzled close to his chest. It made him want to comment and complain, but instead… Instead, he tried to entertain their offer. At least for a moment. Ghiath was sure if his demands got too much, they would just stop bothering him. Him… Keeping a city safe. What was he? A saint? “Just the food and drinks? I’m sure you have a better offer than that, Bankei. You know how much I have of those things. Wherever I go, people offer me good food and drinks.”, he answered, extending the arm that was holding half of his flatbread as if waving it around and through the air would help strengthen the point he was trying to make. “What I’m saying… If this is not your honeymoon yet… Does that mean you’re still on the market? You know… If you two aren’t dating like that… Either you or your little human… Maybe both… I’d be fine with a night now, and a few more when you two are back. Depending on the performance, I might just let half of the city crumble…”, he suggested with a grin, certain that he finally got what he wanted. Surely, they would say no to that. And then he could finally leave in peace and continue pursuing that strange human he had picked up in the desert two days ago. He was... fascinating, for sure, and obviously worth his time. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Of course Ghiath the Glutton was still not satisfied. Bankeis storage and variety in food surely would make others pale in jealousy, but for him it wasn't enough. Bankei's gaze only darkened a bit at the sight of the fumbling flat bread, his grip around Zahabia's taste ever so tightening a bit at the mentioning of their honeymoon and far more intimate activities. If that was the thing it took to get Ghiath to stay, Bankei first looked down at Zahabia, as if to ask permission per his gaze. After receiving the approving nod, the Djinn let out a small sigh before grumbling. "Fine. You can top for a few nights after we return." Again, Bankei hated to fuel the others ego like that. It didn't sit right at all... @SirFüncelot @

Zahabia was certainly used to worse. Especially after discussing some of the other djinn’s possible demands beforehand. He had expected him to suggest something in this direction, and yet Bankei still looked at him for his approval. Of course, he gave it to him almost instantly, a small smile sneaking onto his lips as he heard his lover’s response and watched Ghiath’s own expression brighten up as well. He grinned around the big bite of food he had just shoved into his mouth, licking his fingers as he chewed, having at least enough manners to swallow about half of what he was eating before speaking. “So just you? I was hoping the little human would join us too. He looked so stunning last time, and his moans certainly were like music to my ears.”, he laughed, grabbing his goblet and downing it in one go. Zahabia could simply raise a brow at him for that comment, unable to resist commenting upon his offer. “If I join, then simply to watch Bankei and make sure I get him back in one piece. You better treat him well, or you might wake up one day without that third leg of yours attached to your crotch.”, he replied, giving him a slight glare, not sure if it was a good idea to challenge the djinn, but judging from his hearty laugh… Ghiath just seemed amused by it, grinning widely, as he waved his hand in Zahabia’s direction. “Don’t worry, little human. I’ll make sure to leave your dear husband-to-be in one piece. And if you do decide to join and watch… I’ll do my best to give you a show to enjoy.” Rolling his eyes, Zahabia decided to keep his mouth shut, despite still having plenty to say, though it probably would just have made him laugh more. Ghiath ignored it, still grinning and waving one of his hands as if to tell him not to worry. His eyes wandered over to look at Bankei again. “So… Is there like a list of things I have to do? Any chores? Pets to take care of? Or do I just have to stay here and fuel the place with magic?” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Seeing Ghiaths cocky grin growing ever so wider at the Djinns offer, Bankei knew that he had his friend hooked. Of course it didn't just stay at this already very generous offer. He glared back at Ghiath, his hands around Zahabia's hips tightening a bit. Just as he was about to say something, Zahabia already shot back which luckily amused his friend more than offending him. The Djinn himself could barely hide his own lil smile before looking back at Ghiath. A flush of red crossed his cheek involuntary at the word husband. Was it that obvious how in love the Djinn was? How many might've already thought they'd get married even? If Ghiath hadn't opposed his next question about what he'd need to take care of. "The servants are all aware of their tasks. Just make sure to keep the guards, water and magic running." Bankei explained. "Oh, and make sure Sheshadri gets his fruits. He'd surely be happy to see you if you behave." He grinned at the Djinn lounging across from the Two. Bankei grinned a little at the memory of watching Ghiath and his lil snake all curled up on the pillows and blankets after devouring a giant meal. Too bad that Ghiath hated to admit how much he loved the Naga, at least when he was young. @SirFüncelot

It was easy to notice Bankei’s blush, and the fact that he managed to tickle that reaction out of his friend, made his grin only widened with satisfaction. He enjoyed teasing him. Especially with his little human now. Ghiath knew they weren’t that far yet, but… Just knowing what Bankei thought about it. That he was even considering the possibility was amusing, and if he could, he would have laughed out loud. But, he wasn’t going to risk this premium spot with as much food as he could eat and as much wine as he could drink, just to annoy the other djinn a bit more. No. He would save that for when he came back. Oh, he already had so many ideas. Ghiath couldn’t wait. At first, he only answered with an eye roll, already knowing all of these things, but that last part… It nearly made him choke on his drink. “That thing is still alive?”, he basically shouted, his loud voice echoing inside the otherwise empty hall. “I thought you would have killed it by now!”, Ghiath added with disbelief, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he sat up straighter. “Are you still keeping him in a little jewelry box?”, he asked, fondly remembering the first time Bankei had shown him the little Naga, curled up around a gold coin that was nearly the size of his head. God, he had hated the other's look in his eyes, basically staring daggers at him. The little creature had been cute, and Bankei was aware of that. Of course, he hadn’t been able to agree with him on that. At least not openly. In secret, he had told the little guy many times how adorable he was. Less after he had learned to understand their language, but that didn’t change the fact that he had grown fond of him.

11:13 PM

“I guess I can bring him some fruit here and there…”, Ghiath mumbled, crossing his arms in front of his chest like a pouting child. A small part of him was eager to go right away and see how the Naga had fared. Surely, he had grown, yes? But how much? He hadn’t seen him in ages, but… If he went to see him now… No, no, no. He would satiate his curiosity late. Maybe tomorrow. Or next week. It wasn’t like he was excited to see a boring pet or anything like that. He wasn’t a weirdo like that. It wasn’t important anyway. No fun at all. Though… Ghiath wondered if he would still be able to carry him. He hadn’t grown that much, right? They would still be able to run around and scare the humans, yes? Part of him really hoped this would be true, and now he wasn’t sure how long he could wait anymore. “Are you leaving now?”, he finally added, sounding slightly annoyed, as if the other two’s presence was starting to become a burden to him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Ghiaths reaction was not out of the ordinary. The Djinn's friend would manage to even let a cactus in the desert wither. Bankei let out a small snort at the others grumbling aftermath while Ghiath tried to hide his true love and excitement. In the end, Bankei was relieved to get Ghiath to accept his terms and responsibilities in the first place. At the others annoyed remark, his hand wrapped a little tighter around Zahabia's wait. "We will be leaving in the morning. Be ready to send us through by then. My brother knows about our arrival so." While this explaination was originally pointed at Ghiath, Bankei's gaze wandered down to Zahabia, giving him a warm hint of a smile as much as the situation allowed for Ghiath to not let another remark fly. "Come. We have things to pack." He gave his loves shoulder another gentle squeeze before shifting to get up with his hands still remaining around Zahabia's shoulders. "Enjoy your meal friend." He looked over at Ghiath who was already busy again stuffing his huge mouth before turning around to leave. This would be an eventful journey for the Two. One of the biggest hardships they'd face together... @SirFüncelot

Ghiath’s eye roll went unnoticed by Zahabia, as he was too distracted looking up at his lover, returning his soft smile with a gentle nod. One more day. They had discussed all of this before, but now that the moment was coming closer and closer… It scared him a little. The uncertainty of the djinn realm… Not that he doubted Bankei could keep him safe, but… As a human… Considering how his life used to be serving him before… He wasn’t convinced that this would go well. It was best if he just stuck close to the other’s side, yes? Then… Then everything should be fine, right? Waving to them hastily, Ghiath tore through the remainder of the food as they left, Zahabia remaining close by Bankei’s side, head resting against his body while they walked. With the door closed behind them, he let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding. “Didn’t we pack before he got here?”, he teased with a smirk. “Is he getting on your nerves too? Hopefully he doesn’t burn the palace down.”, Zahabia added after a moment, still amused and trying to lighten the mood. Otherwise, his worries would get the better of him. “You still haven’t told me about the place. How is it? The djinn realm, or whatever it is called.”, he asked curiously, though there was also a slight hint of nervousness audible in his words. They were walking back to their room, his head tucked against Bankei’s side, looking for comfort and proximity. “I… You’re the prince? Or the king? And your brother is…”, Zahabia tried to piece everything together. “What about humans? Will I have to hide? Do I need a disguise? Can you turn me into a djinn? Like how you turned into a human?” The thought amused him, and he wondered what that might look like. Would Bankei still consider him attractive? Maybe he would think he looked even better like that. To get jealous of himself… That certainly would be a new sensation. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Bankeis mind was racing. Everything had to be well planned and arranged. Did he give his servants all their orders? He still had to check on Sheshadri, making sure everything was in place and... Zahabias question tore the Djinn out of his thoughts. "Are you telling me that one chest is enough for you?" He raised an eyebrow at Zahabia before a light version of the Djinn's usual grin spread across his lips. "Believe it or not, Ghiath can actually be responsible. Once every few centuries or so." Bankei let out a small sigh at the end with the thought of Ghiath wreaking havoc in the entire palace in mind., especially while emptying all of those precious cured meats and liquors. Zahabia's questions did not relent, even as they were entering the hallway leading to their chambers. "We call it 'Al'iimbiraturiat bayn alnujum' or 'Empire amongst the stars'." Bankei explained. "Imagine it like an endless golden Palace floating in the eternal nightsky that is only a fraction of what we see here at night." Something about the Djinn's tone shifted while speaking, his gaze growing a little softer with a trace of sadness. The next moment, that hint was gone. "Right now, my brother is the 'Wali al- Ahd', Crown Prince to the empire. I bear the title of the 'Amir', simply said Prince." With that, two of Bankei's puppets pushed open the chamber doors for the Two to enter. "Regarding Humans, they are not too common with the lower Djinn, but more frequent among the powerful houses. Some are servants of the wealthy, others pay off a debt from their time as finders." Bankei went on as he raised one of his fingers in a small gesture.

12:31 PM

On command, the giant chest near the bed embedded with a golden glow floated closer, ready to be filled. "There is no need to hide who you are as long as you stay by my side." With that the Djinn pulled Zahabia closer to his side before his face grew serious. "And please, whatever happens, stay by my side. I want to protect you and this will be the only way I can guarantee your safety." Holding Zahabia by the shoulders now, Bankei had gone on one knee while looking at the human. His eyes were filled with a mix of concern and fear. Fear that someone would try and hurt them, to take his precious jewel away. He could not let that happen at any cost... @SirFüncelot

Humming with amusement, Zahabia couldn’t hide the smirk that spread across his features. “If you’re not planning to pack anything… I guess one should suffice.”, he teased, grinning widely. They probably would have to pack more, something that seemed unbelievable to him just a year ago. Packing several chests worth of stuff? When he barely had the things on his body, as well as one, maybe two changes of clothing? Now he had a new outfit for each day, never having to wear the same thing again if he didn’t want to. If he wished to do so, he could even keep stealing Bankei’s soft evening gowns, flowy robes that nearly reached the floor on his smaller frame. “That’s a long name… I hope you don’t expect me to remember it, because… I’m not sure if I can.”, he murmured, head resting against Bankei’s side, as they entered their room. “If it is floating… Will we fall down when we reach the edge? Or if I take a wrong step… Will I just fall through the ground?”, those weren’t meant as any concerns of his, simply to lighten the tense mood further, as Zahabia didn’t think this to be possible. And even if there was a chance for this to happen… He was pretty sure Bankei would come to his rescue the moment he called his names. Kind of like his personal guardian djinn.

9:45 PM

“I’m no child. But I swear I’ll try to stay by your side. Just promise there won’t be too many boring meetings. There’s only so much sleeping I can do.”, once again he chuckled, a soft and gentle sound as Zahabia leaned in to cup the other’s face, kissing his forehead. “I won’t be needing another collar then? Or a leash? Just to make sure I won’t wander off? Or would you not be able to keep your composure?”, he just kept on teasing. Not because he wasn’t taking this seriously, but because this was his way to deal with the situation and to help Bankei out. How else was he supposed to lighten the mood? “Come on. Let’s finish packing. And then we can check on Sheshadri and whatever else is worrying your mind.”, he spoke gently, his thumb stroking across Bankei’s cheek. “You’re too handsome for wrinkles on your forehead, and right now… If you keep furrowing your brows like that… You’ll start to look wrinkly and old. I can’t be seen with you like that.” Another kiss, right onto the djinn’s lips to hopefully shut up any complaint he might have, before Zahabia rested their foreheads against each other. “It will be fine. We’ll be back before you know it. Safe and sound. And then we’ll deal with whatever mess Ghiath left for us.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

A small wave of relief washed over the Djinn as Zahabia assured him with his usual witty grinn that he'd follow his advice. "And there is only so much I can promise you with those meetings." He gave a weak chuckle at the thought of the little human napping on his lap like he usually did. However, this time there wouldn't be any time for peaceful naps. "In case you constantly wander too close to the edge, you leave me with no other choice..." Bankei teased back with a dramatic sigh followed by a small warm smile. His cheek instinctively leaned into the small embrace of his love, deep down seeking the comfort to gain strength for the rocky road ahead. To Zahabias suggestion about packing, Bankei gave an agreeing small nod before getting up from his knee and taking his usual seat on his favorite laying couch. The closet doors flew open with one snap of his fingers, followed by all the clothes he had gifted his precious jewel for him to select and wear. "We better get packing then. Else we'll never leave this place." Bankei chuckled weakly, his barely lifted spirit dropping at the thought of having to leave all this behind in the first place. Their journey would be hard, but the return not impossible. The Djinn just had to stand his ground and face it, as much as he wanted to hide. He couldn't. Not for Zahabia, neither for himself. It was time to end it, once and for all... @SirFüncelot

They finished packing rather quickly, only with a few kisses interrupting them here and there, allowing them to check on Sheshadri in the evening, not expecting to find Ghiath asleep next to the Naga in the treasury. Apparently Bankei's worries had been for nothing, as the other djinn would at the very least take good care of the snake. He even had brought fruits and meats with him for them both to enjoy. Maybe he wouldn't be too bad at watching over the palace and the city. Or at least that's what Zahabia tried to convince himself of. As hard as it was. Surely there had to be some kind of brain inside of Ghiath's head, yes? Sleep didn't find them as restful as he would have hoped, but with Bankei tossing and turning, he couldn't do much. No matter how tight he hugged him or how often Zahabia reassured him that everything would be alright, it didn't seem to work. Just what was he so worried about? He couldn't explain it, but maybe it all would make more sense, when they finally arrived and he saw what kind of place Bankei used to frequent. It couldn't be that bad, right? Early in the morning, they stood out in the foyer, the chest with their things floating right behind them. Zahabia had made sure to put on his best, most extravagant outfit, just to make sure he was able to properly show off, as well as match Bankei. He didn't want any doubt who he belonged to. Ghiath was even more tired then them, despite probably having slept for at least 13 hours straight. He was scratching his butt, eyes barely open as he looked at them. "Please remind me again, why you need to leave in the fucking crack of dawn?", he asked with a groan, massaging his temple and glaring towards Bankei. "I'm taking that ass on a golden platter the moment you step back through this doorway!", he grumbled, lazily waving a hand to start conjuring the portal for them. Zahabia hadn't traveled like this before and now the nervousness was slowly getting to him too. It would be fine, yes?

Bankei's sleep was not a restful one. Shadowy voices and whispers kept the Djinn tossing and turning, something that not even Zahabia's comforting words or warmth could soothe. Despite that, both of them stood ready the next morning. At least the two looked more prepared than Ghiath did. Bankei knew that this friend if a rock never had problems sleeping. In return, his hair now resembled more of a birds nest. "The sun has been up for a while now. Your beauty sleep can wait." Bankei retorted with a smirk he couldn't suppress at Ghiaths looks, ignoring his comment about the promise he made as the pair watched reality shatter, forming a gateway between the worlds. Just looking at it sparked a gust of hesitation in the Djinn. Before his thoughts could even spiral further, he felt the small clutch on his lower right hand, reminding him that he was loved, and most importantly: Bankei was not alone. With the bit of reassurance the god had needed, he drew in one more deeper breath before looking down at his most precious jewel. "You ready my love?" @SirFüncelot