Title: Oh Brother

Author: Dawn

Archive: Anyone that wants it. UGL, my site (http://www.angelfire.com/wi3/dawn/index.htm)

Rating: Too naughty for kiddos ;)

Pairing: H/S, D/P (implied)

Dislcaimer: All the gods used belong to themselves. Ren Pic does not own Strife. I've actually found him referenced in a mythology book so I can save my ass if need be.

Note: This is for Candace who shares my Deimos fetish. Also, some of the little things might not make sense unless you have read Memoirs of a Goddess. The complete story is available on my site, listed above, and in the UGL archive.

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Water, it's so incredibly sexual. The way it ripples and flows. It's soft and utterly sensual.

Aw fuck it. Enough with the poetic garb. I'm starting to sound like my brother. I'm sitting her, pathetically waiting for it to begin. This is where goddesses bathe. Not that they really need to. I guess it's just a thing. I'll admit, nothing can get you in a tizzy faster than the feeling of water swishing around your body.

I heard the leaves rustle behind me. Yes, I am hiding away from the small waterfall. Whaddya expect. I can't very well watch right next to her. Oh yeah. Come on, baby. Take it off. Nothing quite like watching a goddess undress to make the blood flow properly, if you know what I mean.

There was that damn rustle again. "Deimos." My younger brother hissed. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Fear, humpf. Some god of fear. He doesn't scare me. Dad is definitely a lot scarier than Phob.

He sat next to me and leaned against my side. Why's he always gotta be so close to me for fuck's sake. "It looks like you are spying on Demeter." I gave him a look as if to say 'no shit.' I looked back to her silhouette. "Hey," he smiled. "Who would have thought that boring old matron had a body on her." Go away, Phobos. Go away.

Damn. I wish he would go away so that I could relieve a little tension. Oh yeah, rub that ass. This is just too much. Her hand went up and caressed one breast. "Oh gods!" I noticed him look at me and smile. He noticed my 'tent.'

"Looks like you've got a big problem there, brother." I ignored him. It would go away, with or without relief. He noticed my lack of action. "Well, it's no wonder you're grumpy all the time if you don't get any." He had moved in closer to me and was now breathing heavy in my ear. Go away, Phobos. Go away. "You could have your pick of anyone in Dad's temples."

"I'm not interested in those serving girls." I hissed at him. "Now leave me."

He pulled back and frowned. "I never said it had to be a serving girl." Then he left.

"Well then, who else is there?" I asked the open air. Most definitely not one of the priests. Too loose. Dad's wore them out one by one already. Looking back up, Demeter was gone. Damn. No good workin in on my own. There's nothing entertaining to watch. What can I do? I fell back against the grass. Talk to mom? No. I don't want love.. just a good fuck here or there.

Cupid. Maybe I'll pay bro a visit. He's good with shit like this. And he's a man. He'll understand. There are just certain things a mother, even if she is the Goddess of Love, cannot be asked by her son. This is one. I sent myself to his temple. Cupid had lust arrows. Maybe he can get me a voluptuous young woman, that or a pretty boy. Either with dark hair and a tight ass. That would be so nice.

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I could feel the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. Strife was there. Everyone's hair does that when Strife is around. I may act tough around him but he can be scary shit. That's why dad's got him as 2nd in command. He's twisted. Very twisted. Guess growing up with dad and Discord do that to a kid. I bet she wasn't all cuddly and storytime bullshit like Mom was. Kinda wish Discord would have been my mom. Then maybe I'd be 2nd in command.

I don’t really get what 'Mon sees in him anyway. Ok, he's bad. He's real bad. And he's kinda good looking, for a guy anyway. And he looks pretty good in that leather. To top it off he's just one sick fuck. I just don't see it. I guess it all boils down to what Anteros used to tell me, "Girls dig bad boys." It makes sense, why else would Discord be pawing all over dad all the time. Why else would mom have six of us with Dad. If that's so true then why aren't there chicks pawing all over me? Dad would say, "You're not bad, Deimos. You're just naughty." Is there anyone out there that thinks I'm bad? Pain is bad, therefor the god of pain should be bad.

"Candles?" Strife asked. It was unusual to even see him in Cupid's temple. He said all the mushiness made him nauseous. This had to be important. They were both sitting in the pile of pillows that reminded me of Apollo's orgy room. "Why candles?"

Cupid smiled at me and then looked back to our cousin. "Candles totally set the mood. The soft light flickering off the body, ooh.." he shook and pulsed his wings. "Gives me the chills just thinking about it." He looked at me again. "Right, Deimos?"

"Huh?" I wanted to pretend like I wasn’t listening. Strife was glaring at me. It didn't help that I was always nasty to 'Mon, but shit, she's my sister. It's my right as her older brother. His eyes made me shiver. Those cold, icy blue eyes. Better to play stupid. "Candles?" I had no idea what they were really talking about.

"You know." Cupid smiled. "That candles set the mood."

"So," Strife continued, ignoring me. "Candles, petals, and…."

"Wine." Cupid said. "Wine is always a good thing. Always."

Oh what the hell. I'm totally intrigued. What would Strife need with candles, petals and wine. "Strife, whaddya need that shit for?"

"None of your damn business." He snarled back. His eyes were back on me, burning with danger. A danger I would mess no further with. Sorry I asked. Strife was friendly with a chosen few. I was not among them. It was a respect thing. He had zero respect for me. He could respect Cupid because love can lead to war with strife happily residing in the middle.

"Let me know how it turns out." Cupid winked at him. Strife smirked at him and left. "Now, Deimos. It's odd to see you here."

"It's odd for Strife to be here, too." I pointed out.

He smiled. "True, but that is a slightly different situation." He looked at me momentarily, trying to figure out one his own why I might be here. Apparently he gave up, "What do you need little bro?"

I thought for a while, fighting the urge to scream 'A FUCKTOY.' I didn't want him to think that I was wanting him. Before I could answer I heard Psyche call quietly from the other room, "Cupid?" He seemed to perk up even more than usual at that moment. Something in the way he got up so suddenly told me that I wasn't going to be able to talk to him right now. I was right. "We can talk later right?" There was desperation in his voice to get rid of me. I nodded stupidly and he left. The story of my life. Never important enough for anyone to care about for more than a few minutes.

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In truth I was bored out of my mind. Mom showed me a trick once, how to make myself invisible to other gods. She used it to watch things I know she shouldn't. I was still curious as to what the hell my cousin was up do and used it to see what was going on. My request to find him brought me into my sister's room. It was weird. The place was lit up with tapers everywhere, and … what the hell? There were flower petals scattered all over the floor and on her bed.

Strife was leading her in there, blindfolded. This was Cupid's great advice? 'Mon's gonna shit when she realizes he messed up her room. "Can I look now?" she asked.

"No, not yet." He was always so soft with her. Not nasty like with me. He led her to the center of the room and then smiled. "Ok, now keep your eyes closed." He slowly peeled the blindfold off and she did as told, her eyes were still closed. "Now."

She opened her eyes and I really expected her to bitch about the mess, but instead her eyes grew very wide and she smiled like I have never seen her smile before. "You remembered." She was genuinely impressed.

Strife had two chalices with wine now and handed one to her. "How could I forget? One year today." One year for what? "If it hadn't been for that ridiculous assignment in Egypt,"

Her eyes sparkled. I have to honestly admit, my sister was very beautiful, done up or not; and she had definitely done herself up tonight. "you might still be haggling a reluctant virgin." Oh, a year since the first doink? Who the hell celebrates that?

"No." Strife joked. "I would have given up on you by now." They both drank and there was a look in his eye that I only saw when she was around. Mom would call it either love or lust, Cupid would call it adoration, Anteros would call it obsession, and Phobos would probably laugh and call it stupidity. I wanted to close my eyes when he kissed her, but I couldn't. It was so soft, so sickeningly sweet, so… unlike Strife. Romance. It just make me want to hurl.

I'm not jealous, I'm really not. I just can't stand the idea of romance. It's disgusting. Mom would laugh at me now and say how one day I would understand. I don't think so. Lust, now that I can understand. But this just did not make sense to me. Where was the tongue in this kiss? Not this whole one lip thing she seemed to enjoy so much.

Did I drift off too long? When the hell did they loose their clothes?

God she's perfect, perfect legs, perfect ass, perfect waist, and an amazing rack. There's no possible way she can get more perfect than this, what I wouldn't give to be able to cup one of those beauties. I watched him lay her down and his mouth graze her nipple. She shuddered as if it was unexpected. Oh I wish I could join. There are two of them, one for each of us.

Then her mouth, god what a mouth that was. From the size of Strife, I never would have expected him to be so.. um.. well endowed. I could have want for that too. The way her mouth fit around him so perfectly. I was shocked that he would not let himself come, even though the moans told me how good it felt. 'Mon gasped in pleasure he went down. I have yet to ever bring myself to that. I understand how that all works, but I just think that would taste wrong.

Dad would say, "If it tastes like chicken you keep right on lickin, but if it tastes like fish, get yourself another dish." How very poetic. I don't care, I still think it would taste disgusting, with the blood and all.

She cried out not once but twice before she straddled him. I had to admit, I felt as if I might bust my pants, but the fear that I might be found out was enough to keep my from toying with myself yet again today.

Up and down, up and down; all the while her breasts bouncing with her. I could hear both of them moaning. I couldn't take it anymore and left. Even in my own bed, I could still hear them go. Incredible. Had a few hours passed? I had no way of really knowing.

There was weight on the bed next to me. I wished badly that it was someone to relieve my discomfort. Hardly, It was only Phobos. "What do you want?"

He smiled at me. "You shouldn't be that cruel to yourself. You need to let it go."

I looked at him. "Really? I don't see many takers." He was smiling wickedly. "What do you suggest, oh brother? Who should I fuck?"

His hand went to my cock and he whispered in my ear.. "Me."