don't believe in the afterlife

I'll be waiting in the clouds, I've been shaping them into our new house. And when I hear the doorbell, I'll run and cover up my sulfur smell, untangle my hair, hood my horns to greet you. Don't look up at them, look at what's underneath you. We're in...

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[goldsmithingwoo]

Castor gasped as he felt the teeth on his neck. “I’m not that great at asking, handsome,” he moaned, letting his hips rocked back. “Sort of a bossy bottom,” he justified himself a little  as he pressed back against the male. “But damn I need you, Ares,” he groaned, letting his head fall to the side so that the male could have more access to him. He was not one to submit easy but he had a feeling that Ares was not one to give up on getting him to submit.

[ares--thatcher]

There was little about Ares that wasn't absolutely domineering. It was an aspect of his personality he couldn't just turn off, save for with one person. "You need me?" he asked as he pressed the palm of his hand into the back of the other, gliding it downward until it got to the swell of his ass, cupping the flesh there. "But, as far as the 'not being great at asking' bit, I guess it's a good thing I'm not waiting for you to ask for it."

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[bythesilverymoon]

Owain blinked, not even trying to resist the urge of his eyes to rake up and down the man’s body. He smiled in order to look friendly and approachable, his towel draped over his arm. He was still fully clothed. 

“Weeellll….” he drawled out, pursing his lips. “Not really I just came here to shower but…hi. How are you?” He giggled as he asked the man, unwilling to hide his blatant appreciation. 

[ares--thatcher]

"Doing wonderful," the vampire said, then continued. "Would be doing a lot better with a warm mouth around my cock though." Green eyes stared straight forward, cocky grin pasted across his face.

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[jaredxridgeston]

Luke couldn’t help but chuckle at the mention of a bar. “I don’t have the best reputation when it comes to alcohol, but why not, right? So long as I have no class in the morning.” Hangovers were never fun, especially when having to teach the next day. 

[ares--thatcher]

"Sounds like a plan to me," he said with a small nod as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

[ares--thatcher]

undeniable you || ares + orion

[ares--thatcher]

How the little angel made feeding into an erotic act, Ares would never figure out. But he always managed, always. Somehow. He was beyond words, the swell of his arousal building in his gut as he continued to thrust. First, Ares' tongue darted out to wet his lips again as he looked down at the crook of Orion's neck. Every inch of him was welcoming and inviting and begging to be tasted. Slowly, his fangs descended and he leaned forward, spending a good amount of time deciding exactly where he wanted his first bite to be. Somewhere it would heal slow, so others would know? Somewhere discreet? Somewhere easy? Finally he settled on the fleshy part of his neck where blood would flow with the least amount of pain. Not that Orion ever seemed to mind before.

When the man's vitae entered his system, a rush of hot thickness pulsing through his mouth, Ares' groaned out loud. Not once did he stop or slow his movements, though his body did begin to tremble as he drank. He could already feel his angel's warmth spreading through his body, warming his limbs, providing him with the lift he would need to see another day. He was beyond exquisite, his favorite meal. And soon, without warning, Ares was coming hard from the sensory overload. He was covered in Orion, bathed in him, and with each pulse his cock unloaded himself inside of his lover, claiming him as his own all over again.

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[ares--thatcher]

Ares' tongue darted out over his lower lip as he leaned against the shower wall, keeping his eyes deadlocked as well. "We should. Could be fun. I hear there’s a bar."

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[ares--thatcher]

Ares' only response was to nearly growl, a rumble deep in his throat as he rocked his hips forward once to slide his half-hard cock against the boy's ass. "That's not how you ask, child," he said as his mouth found the crook in Castor's neck and he bit down with blunt teeth gently, letting one of his hands slide down the boy's chest to press him backwards into him.

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[goldsmithingwoo]

Castor grinned when he heard the male following him. He picked a stall that closed for extra added privacy. “Thank you for joining me,” he said, looking back at the male as he turned the hot water on.  “So, you going to get my back?” he asked as he held the bottle of body wash he used out towards Ares with a wide grin. “I need a deep clean so feel free to really scrub.”

[ares--thatcher]

Oh, to be young and free to make awful jokes without shame again. Ares' had to without a smirk as he tossed his towel over the stall door and stayed close to the boy, his chest nearly pressed against his back. "Is that what you need?" he asked, his hands finding both of the boy's wrists and immediately pressing them to the wall in front of him.

[ares--thatcher]

stranger in a strange land || ares + open

[jaredxridgeston]

“Pleasure’s mine, Ares,” he stated with a smile. What an interesting name. The Greek God of War. Oh how Daddy detested those Pagans. Luke on the other hand, loved the idea of divine beings aside from his Father having worshippers, even if they weren’t nearly as omnipotent. “I’m pretty new, myself. What do you take of the University so far?”

[ares--thatcher]

Ares continued to watch the man for a long moment after he spoke, trying to glean from his expression any thought he might be having. He came up empty handed and shrugged. "I wouldn't know. I made one stop before the showers, didn't get much exploring done. Shower was nice, though."

[ares--thatcher]

undeniable you || ares + orion

[orionflex-blog]

Only in this moment Ares would pause to scold him, granted it was because Orion had known his father’s son and they’d both agreed not to use the name. Despite being cast out of heaven, Orion still wasn’t a fan of using his name. That much still felt wrong to him. “Scold me later you twat.” He spat in effort to move his beloved to act; knowing that he’d have a moment of revenge on the man for stopping just like that.

Heavenly bliss; a thing Orion would attach to his current state, that with his beloved deep inside of him, the man’s hands upon him and the overwhelming promised of what would come of it all. That coupled with the fact he once more watched Ares face contort with the please he provided; knowing that his own face mirrored the feeling. 

They were face to face, hoarse breaths mingling it the moments before Ares let loose and begun to leash hell on his piece of heaven. Orion arms were draped over Ares shoulders, the nails biting at the mans back as the pleasure built; coupled with breathy moans in the man’s ear. There was no word Orion could say; at least none that Ares would have understood, as he begun muttering curse words for languages that died out before the man was born. 

[ares--thatcher]

It didn't matter what tongue Orion was speaking it, the words were beautiful even if they were filthy. He had the ability to make anything sound like silver itself falling from his lips at your feet. Ares' hands found their way to his lower back, fingers digging into the skin there hard enough to leave marks as he clutched his lover's body close. Without really needing to think about hit, his hips rocked in tune with what it felt like Orion's body needed, each stroke of his cock against those walls drawing another gasp from the vampire's lips.

Still it didn't feel like enough, he needed the man so much closer. Slowly he lifted his head from Orion's shoulder and let his mouth find the other's in a long, heated kiss. Tongue entered without permission, teeth clashed, bit, pulled, each action every bit as needy and desperate for more of his angel as his whole body felt. The only sounds louder than their voices, groans and cries of pleasure and need, was the sound of skin meeting skin in a near violent collision over and over and over again.

"Oh, fuck," he cursed, the first of what would likely be many. Those nails in his back sent chills down his spine, that heated moaning in his ear. It was all entirely too much, and his senses were overloaded. He needed to focus or he'd blow it like a school boy, and he was far, far from one of those. When he spoke, his voice was pure gravel, wrecked in all the right ways. "I- fuck, Orion. I l-love you."

[ares--thatcher]

What's catching my eye is a  f l a s h  in the sky. The flash is a man  f a l l i n g   down through the night. The man should be  p a n i c k e d: the man's hands are tied. The man grabs two handfuls of  T h u n d e r  and  L i g h t. The man's limbs come loose in a  b u r s t , holy bright. The chains turn to  f l i e s  and the smoke turns to flies. They called it a  f a l l  and they all were  h a l f -  r i g h t. My hands had to clap. T h e  M i r a c u l o u s  D i v e.

@orionflex

[titus-pierce-deactivated2016042]

“We know how much you’ve always wanted to start a dagger collection, and thought we’d start you off with your first one… Happy birthday from mom, dad, and your bro…. Aww, how sweet.”

[ares--thatcher]

"Are weapons allowed on campus," the massive professor asked as he leaned over the student and looked at what he had in his hand.

[orionflex-blog]

How did you and Ares meet?

Making me pull out a history book aren’t you? It was around the end of the thirteenth century, that he was born and I didn’t meet him till he was in his early twenties. A spirited young lad, more muscle than brains and an impressive warrior for his people. Between 1415 and 1420 there was a impending war around his home city Thessalonica, lesser known due to its insignificance to history. He’d been conscripted into service and I was wandering the country side teaching apothecaries their craft and ways of healing as there was alack of knowledge being spread. During the war though, Ares had been run through with a spear; which resulted with him in the infirmary that I happened to be at. Despite everything we tried, we couldn’t save him from the scar; but he did live for that time. 

While he healed up in the infirmary I spent a great time attending his wounds and we got to talking; the foul mouthed twat was fun, always trying to be a mountain. Ripped his stitches often trying to prove he was good to return to the war or work later in the years. He was an idiot, make no mistake; that was a trait he had from the beginning before I found him. 

Eventually his efforts to leave the infirmary had taken their toll and he got sick; we almost lost him multiple times before I decided to call in a favor with an old friend of mine. With Ares permission, he agreed to become a vampire. Once the transferring had taken place I informed Ares’s family he wouldn’t make in through the day and they had a chance to say their goodbyes; as did he. They stayed with him till his mortal life ended and I told them he needed to be buried quickly to avoid the spread of his sickness, so the family and I buried him that afternoon. It was a difficult thing watching his family bury him knowing he’d return to the earth in only a few hours after the sun set. 

Once the family left I returned to await Ares’s return. The sight of that beautiful giant emerging from the ground was breath taking, clumsy and worth the wait. 

From there we spent the next twenty years traveling throughout Europe, finding wars or battles that could provide Ares with a killing field to get his blood lust under control. We weren’t dating at this time, for the first forty years I knew anyways.

Once his blood lust was stated enough that he could be in public safely, we found ourselves in Spain where we purchased a large portion of land and built our first villa together. Some time between 1445 and 1448 was when Ares made his intentions clear; a primitive way of staring me down like prey before jumping my bones. Appreciated of course, but he could have expressed himself better in my opinion. 

That’s the significant details of how we came to be, we still own the land in Spain. We eventually did travel back to his home city to meet his brother’s children’s children; that was roughly eighty years after we settled in Spain.

[ares--thatcher]

Clumsy? Could have expressed myself better?  You’re an ass. 

[ares--thatcher]

What do you like so much about Ares?

Well I’m Ares, so I assume you meant Orion. He saved my life, guarded my life, guarded my secrets, protected me when I was weak, nursed me until I was strong, taught me what it meant to move on, walked with me hand and hand through the flames of my past, showed me the only unconditional love i’ve ever felt, and keeps coming back despite my penchant for screwing up. 

That and dat ass.

[ares--thatcher]

undeniable you || ares + orion

[orionflex-blog]

The holy lands of heaven would arguably be some of the most beautiful lands one could see in their life; unless you got to see Ares without clothes. His frame giant in the room but held more beauty then Orion had ever laid eyes on in either heaven, hell or earth. It commanded attention so much that upon first gaze; Orion knew that he would be destined to have the man the body was attached to. There was a moment of silent begging, his own throbbing mast leaking as proof of his need and the unsettling of his hips to stir Ares to action; Orion knew the other’s reasoning and would swiftly carry it out for him.

Once Ares had moved into his literal God given position, Orion locked his legs around the man as things slowed down; before long Orion felt Ares at his entrance. From there pain and pleasure hit him like a truck, the feeling of Ares entering him was beyond words; even his father would be speechless. The mixture of the two feelings expressed with a groan that grew into a drawn out moan. “Jesus Christ my beloved.” Orion swore words that he’d only used twice in Ares’s presence. He actually knew the holy son, which made the words awkward among being forbidden to utter; it was only a wonder his father cast him away.

Ares may have wanted to descend into him slowly, though Orion’s legs urged the man in faster because the absence of him had grown unbearable. When Orion knew Ares had bottomed out inside of him, he took a rest; giving them both a second to remember and take in the feeling of being joined like this. It was inexplicably erotic to not only feel the way Ares felt inside of him, but also to watch the vampire’s own face as he sunk into his own piece of heaven; the way the pleasure danced so beautifully across the man’s face. The moment passed though as Orion needed more, his wings pushed out effectively lifting him to Ares chest well sliding him up for a moment back down. Now he was face to face, chest to chest and joint at the hip to the one man who was most deserving of it all.

[ares--thatcher]

Ares licked his lips and steeled himself for the resistance he might find. The man used gentle hands ghosting over his lover's carved-from-marble face to urge him to relax. His hands never stopped moving, they wandered along Orion's statuesque torso, studied again those lines and curves until they settled on gripping into his hips. The tight, hot friction of muscle and walls dragging along his length had his face twisting in absolute pleasure, and he felt himself getting lost in the sensation. Lost and already feeling the need to toss this excessively gentle pretense right out the window. At the utterance of that man's name, Ares stopped and looked down at Orion with furrowed brows, an expression that could only be described as comical frustration on his face. "We agreed, my little angel. Any other expletive would do." It was easy to fall back into the pattern of a bickering, old married couple. that was, after all, basically what they were.

And then all of a sudden there was no reason to be gripping, Orion was pressed chest to chest to him. That warmth that the vampire lacked, Orion more than made up for. The only time he could ever forget he didn't have a functional heart that pumped blood through his system was when he was with this one, he made him feel human again. His green eyes searched the angels for a long second, his pupils looked like fucking stars. An odd though, maybe, but it was the last one he had before he started to thrust hard and fast, resting his forehead forward on his lover's shoulder as he groaned, breathing like he actually needed to.

[ares--thatcher]

Who is the ideal third person you'd want to bed with Orion?

There is no ‘ideal’ at the moment, we aren’t exactly picky about who we bring on board. But I’d like to watch Castor suck Orion’s cock, I’ve decided, so he might be the first in line. Maybe. 

[ares--thatcher]

Top 3 favorite sexual positions?

I love being ridden, that’s my favorite. (Lazy top, what can I say?) If I happen to be playing bottom that day (or night or morning), on all fours doing most of the work (because I might be a lazy top, but I’m also a power bottom. ;D) And any position where I get to see a man on his knees is pretty fuckin’ choice as well. 

[ares--thatcher]

What do you like to be called during sex?

Unpopular opinion here: my name. I can also get down with Sir, but the capital S is important. ;D