Storm Born

Nicholas Stormborn Rothschild, 26 and the exalted son of Zeus. "It is not the roaring thunder that smites, but the silent lightning."

[skyyybreaker]

[ patrick schwarzenegger, homosexual, male & he/him ] — a new age of heroes approaches, among those is NICHOLAS ROTHSCHILD child of ZEUS. they have walked this earth for 26 years, living in MANHATTAN, NEW YORK, as an INVESTMENT BANKER, until they came to the isle of olympus 2 years ago. they will carve their name in myth with their DUTY, COURAGE, RESOLVE, but the fates know of their VANITY, IMPULSIVENESS, AMBITION that may immortalize them forever. the battles ahead will shape them into who they are destined to be, but will this cause the age of the gods to fall and the age of monsters to rise? only the fates know the truth and those prophecies have yet been uttered. let their heroism shine against the challenges ahead. godspeed, demigod! 

aesthetics: city skyline as the sun rises, polished dress shoes, button-up shirts, hot black coffee in a mug, million dollar smile, expensive cologne, tailored blazers.

️⚡️ Background

Full Name: Nicholas Edward Alexander Rothschild. Age: 26. Date of birth: January 1. Gender: Cis male. Pronouns: He/him. Sexual Orientation: Homosexual & homoromantic. Parents: George III and Alexandra Rothschild. Siblings: George Rothschild IV, Marcus Rothschild, Edward Rothschild II, John Rothschild, Anthony Rothschild. Spouse: Princess Eleanor of Denmark (former fiance). Children: None.

⚡️ Appearance

Height: 6’1”. Build: Athletic with toned and defined muscular features. Skin: Light to fair with warm undertones. Hair: Brown. Eyes: Sky blue/gray depending on the lighting. Face: Slightly chiselled and often sporting a thin layer of scruffy facial hair with shaped eyebrows. Style: Preppy and business casual. Sports a whole closet of polos and button-up long-sleeve shirts of all sorts of different colors. Prefers khakis and slacks over jeans. Dress shoes are always impeccably polished. High-end watches. Sprits of light yet evidently expensive cologne.

️⚡️ Personality & Habits

Core Traits: Dutiful, loyal, trustworthy, attentive, mildly arrogant and conceited, ambitious, determined. Habits: Says words of affirmation to himself in front of a mirror every morning. Practices motivational speeches. Carries a tide stick everywhere to remove any unwanted stains on clothes. Checks the stock market daily. Quirks: Prefers his coffee black with no sugar or cream. Limits himself to one drink per party or social event. Gives himself a blowout every morning to keep his hair immaculate. Fingernails are always trimmed and clean. Works out while listening to political debates (like a psychopath). Alignment: Lawful good.

️⚡️ Sexual Behavior & Intimacy

Sex Drive: High, but he holds back to refrain from getting the same playboy reputation as his father. Preferences: Switches from mindless fucking to affectionate love making depending on his mood. Working on putting the other’s pleasure over his own (always cums first). Position: Top-verse. Only bottomed a handful of times but finds it enjoyable with an attentive partner. Aftercare: Morning kisses and breakfast in bed (mostly takeout because he can’t cook). Love language: Gifts! Enjoys spending money on those he deeply cares about.

⚡️ Miscellaneous

Fighting Style: Heavy offense with lightning infused attacks while in close range. Farther away, he enjoys isolating opponents using strong gusts of wind and striking them down with bolts of electricity. Armor: An almost ornamental halfplate typically used for ceremonial purposes. Weapon(s): Long sword and shield. Scars: None. Favorite Music: Varies from smooth jazz to heavy EDM. Favorite Food: Enjoys a surf and turf on special occasions. Tattoos: None. Fun fact: Until his divine powers began to manifest, Nick was a short king. He was only five feet tall before a miraculous growth spurt.

⚡️ History

The youngest of six children, Nicholas Edward Alexander Rothschild often found himself needing to compete to even be noticed in his family. With five older brothers, he had to figure out creative ways to standout or else end up practically becoming invisible. He wanted to be more than just “baby Nicky” and actually make a name for himself.

Growing up, many thought he was afflicted with a mild case of dwarfism. Standing at about only five feet for most of his life, Nick was undoubtedly quite short. But so were other notable figures in history. If Napoleon Bonaparte and Queen Victoria of Great Britain could conquer entire land masses throughout the world, what’s stopping him from doing the same?

Nick excelled in school. Unlike his five older brothers, he didn’t need mommy and daddy’s help to get into a prestigious university. His performance did all the convincing and proved how he was worthy to attend Princeton. Far better than the last name on his birth certificate, but he was sure that helped a little too.

He majored in finance and economics, securing a career in investment banking. Nick performed phenomenally well, even managing to surpass more experienced members of his team.

At the ripe age of twenty-one, Nick was making seven figures annually. He was certainly doing a lot better than his other brothers, even outperforming the eldest Rothschild heir in terms of revenue. Needless to say, he made his mark in the world.

As do most aristocrats, his parents demanded he marry and continue the family lineage. He was engaged to Eleanor, a Danish Princess. The two were supposed to wed over the summer, only four months after Nick asked for her hand in marriage. That unfortunately never came to fruition, and he ended up needing to leave his bride waiting on the altar. It was a scandal of international proportions.

Even though Nick would have loved to be a European prince, he felt his obligation to save the world came first. He was a son of the almighty Zeus. Chosen champion of his father. And whilst it pained him to leave his life behind to start anew, he knew deep down the right choice was made.

On the bright side, he became a six-foot herculean demigod upon arriving at the island. The new height certainly allowed him to stand tall among his fellow half-bloods and helped boost his confidence to lead them towards victory.

As of now, Nick is working tirelessly to prove he’s worthy of the title of Son of Zeus. And whilst he’s a princeling of Olympus by birth, he still needed to earn the respect of his comrades in arms.

[wesleygaines]

the mention of punishment made wesley chuckle. a devious smile spread across his face as wes saw nick’s eyes fluttered open, giving a grunt of approval as the man tongued his dick. he pushed his crotch further into nick’s personal space, his cock slapping against the son of zeus’ handsome face. “horny as fuck, couldn’t stop thinkin’ of that ass of yours.” his mind was full of lust and barely bothering to speak in full sentences. wesley gasped lightly as he felt nick’s tongue on his balls, the demigod’s hand quickly grabbing onto wesley’s shaft; clearly the man knew his place. “not answering dumb questions like that.” of course he couldn’t wait, of course he wanted to fill the handsome demigod’s every hole. “you wouldn’t’a given me a key if you didn’t want this. open wide,” wesley kept those who could take his girthy cock handy, there were only a handful on the island willing to take a thick and veiny dick on the regular. wesley looked to nick's mouth, thrusting his hips towards the man.

[skyyybreaker]

Even in his state of sleepy delirium, Nick recognized the smell and taste he adored so much. He had an evident penchant for brawny men given his dating history around camp, and Wesley was the epitome of masculinity in every sense of the word. Nick was elated to satisfy the other demigod’s wants and wishes, regardless of the time. Day or night, he was available for duty. It was the very reason why he felt so at ease handing Wesley a key to his cabin. “Well, I’m flattered. Our nocturnal brethren simply wouldn’t do, I see.” The son of Zeus smirked, quite proud he had such an addictive effect to a point others sought him and his body out over all else. 

The son of Persephone was in an assertive mood that evening, clearly intent on taking control and playing the dominant role. An easy fix once he was properly tied up with rope and on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm under Nick’s mercy. An idea for a different time. The heir to the heavens was content to submit for now, letting out a yawn before obliging to the command. “Since you asked so nicely...” Through parted lips, he enveloped the head of Wesley’s cock into his mouth with a pleased hum. He then held onto the larger half-blood’s hips for support and permitted a couple more additional inches to slide down his tight throat.

[yourangelos]

the sun had never looked more beautiful on the horizon as it was setting. a picturesque sight the two were marvelling in, making the best of the island’s limitations. “thank you.” angelos squeezed nick’s hand, believing fully that the son of zeus would keep him safe. "it's taken you this long to realize i'm your dream husband?" angelos sighed dramatically, “clearly i’m not working hard enough then.” he teased, but the words meant a lot to angelos. although he knew how nick felt, it was nice to hear. “i hope you know, if we get married, that you have absolutely no say over the wedding.” angelos had his wedding planned for as long as he could remember. he watched all the marriage shows as a kid, unknowingly seeking connections to his mother. “plus she won’t harm you once you claim me as your’s,” ignore the alternative. he laughed at the mention of his siblings, angelos knew the man had an affinity for the hera born. angelos had a good enough relationship with his siblings that it didn’t bother him. mostly. the son of hera swung his leg over nick and manoeuvred to straddle himself on top of nick, “none of them have a rack like me though,” angelos smirked and pushed his tits against nick's toned chest. he looked into the man’s percing blue eyes and pressed his ass against nick’s crotch. he lost sight of the rest of the island as he wrapped his arms around the other.

[skyyybreaker]

A chuckle escaped him at the witty remark, cheeks slightly flushed. He’s thrown the idea of marriage back and forth with himself for quite a while now. After all, every king needs a queen. Nick still intended on inheriting the heavens should his Lord Father ever fall. He deeply desired for somebody to be by his side and help him rule if that occurs. “I wanted to be sure you wouldn’t reject my proposal.” He retorted with a playful shrug of his shoulders. “I’m great on my knees, as you know. I just have to make sure I get the right ring when the time comes.” Nick laughed once more and pressed another kiss to his lover’s cheek. “Is twenty carats enough? Or shall we go bigger?”

Nick gasped and feigned offense. In truth, he trusted Angelos and his extravagant tastes to devise the perfect wedding alone. However, he wanted some say on minor things. “Alright, fine. My only two requests are white roses in the flower arrangements and I get to pick my tuxedo.” Already, he was envisioning Angelos walking down the aisle and the thought caused his blush to deepen. Entranced, he barely noticed the son of Hera moving until the beauty was mounted on his lap. “Your rack truly is perfect, Angel.” He beamed, gripping the child of the Queen by his hips. His smile faltered slightly as he looked at Angelos. “I should tell you, I was engaged prior to coming to the island.” Nick confessed, hoping the admission wouldn’t ruin the mood entirely. “I was betrothed to a Danish Princess. You can see why I’m worried your mother might be crossed with me.” He brought a gentle hand to brush those curly brown locks, his heart beating mildly faster now.

[yourangelos]

nick was the perfect date. he did a great job with the lead-up to this scenic view; angelos liked a man who pulled out all the stops for him. “no, that’s not what i meant, i’m really enjoying my time up here with you.” plus it gave the son of hera an opportunity to stay close. he shifted as in as much as he could, pressing his hips and fat ass against nick. he draped a hairy leg over nick’s and tangled them together. “and i trust you more than i’m actually worry about falling.”  nick’s anxieties were something angelos had thought of before, but convinced himself out of it; no sense in worrying if they were trapped on this island. he hoped nick was wrong, that the gods were truly up there. is that better than missing? were they trapped, or merely ambivalent? angelos trained himself to ignore those thoughts a long time ago. “whatever’s going on with them, it’d be naive to think they weren’t looking after us.” he put a hand to his chest and sent a silent prayer to his mother, “hera is everywhere, after all.” angelos couldn’t humour thinking otherwise.

[skyyybreaker]

Part of him wished their second date involved a nice restaurant by the water’s edge. Or perhaps a high rise lounge overlooking the city skyline. Alas, Nick doubted they’d get another chance to visit the outside world for pleasure again so soon. Magnanimous gestures of freedom from Chiron and Lady Hestia were supposedly far in between.  Luckily, the two of them made the best out of the trip to Tokyo. Nick truly felt his connection to the other half-blood grow stronger there. “I won’t let any harm befall you, my sweet.” He was greatly pleased Angelos trusted him enough to remain seated on the mountain’s edge for a longer period of time.

Nick lovingly rubbed their noses together and beamed brightly. He always adored the feeling of Angelos’ caterpillar of a mustache against his own upper lip every time they kissed. “Look at you quelling my worries. We aren’t even married and you’re already proving to be an exceptional husband.” The child of Zeus mused, giving his lover’s hand a tender squeeze. “Don’t I know it. Pretty sure your mother is still plotting to kill me.” A concern Nick’s been facing after learning about his divine heritage. “I can’t seem to stay away from her sons, though. They’re just all captivating, I’m unable to resist.”

[wesleygaines]

wesley had only used his friend perk with nick a few times. he’d known the son of zeus almost the entire 3 years nick had been on the island, and the demigod’s ass had been on wesley’s mind ever since. wes managed to finagle a key to the man’s cabin; he knew to use it sparingly and always for one purpose. 

wesley had been tossing all night, the son of persephone often found restless nights from bouts of insomnia. his brain never stopped; how to improve the island’s horticulture, who’s fucking who, keeping up with the newest scientific studies in the real world, which hot new islander has entered the plaza? it was well past midnight and wesley was horny. he couldn’t sleep, and he was overdue a use of his friend’s key.

there were no telecommunications on the island, and wesley’s fourteen years on here had him long forget the idea of a booty call. by now wesley knew the routine. he slipped out of his cabin wearing slippers, silk boxers, and a robe. as he quietly walked between cabins the hairy muscular god palmed his cock, ensuring he was throbbing by the time he was using his key.

wesley got into the son of zeus' room with no trouble. he locked the door behind him, his cock begging for release. he pulled out his cock as he walked to the demigod's bedroom, giving it a few pumps. he eyed nick and walked to the sleeping handsome god. his dick was as close as it could be without physically touching nick, “rise and shine sweetheart.” wesley grunted and shoved his cock and hairy bush in the sleeping demigod's face.

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[skyyybreaker]

There had never been a reason for Nick to be alert in the safety of his bedroom. The Zeus cabin had always served as a secure sanctuary for the sons of the King of the Gods. So when the large palatial doors swung open downstairs to let a possible intruder inside, Nick’s brain didn’t ring any alarm bells to awaken the rest of his body. He remained fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the brawny brunette that breached their sanctum.

If an actual assassin had snuck in, Nick and his siblings surely would be done for. Not a single one of them woke up to address the trespasser. Luckily, Wesley didn’t have any nefarious intentions. The son of Persephone’s true motives for being there in the middle of the night were a lot less insidious, and more raunchy. Even as the muscular demigod mounted his bed and slowly crept up to him, Nick was still sound asleep. Only when Wesley practically mounted the princeling’s face was the heir to the heavens stirred from his slumber.

Nick slowly fluttered his eyes open. He recognized the voice speaking to him, including the familiar musky fragrance pervading his nostrils. The son of Zeus yawned before instinctively lapping at the pair of balls resting on his face. “Disturbing my beauty sleep? I ought to punish you somehow, darling.” Despite the threat, he continued licking Wesley’s sack and wrapped a hand around the older half-blood’s cock to begin stroking him. “Couldn’t wait till morning to fuck my mouth, hm? Do you really like filling my gullet with your seed that much?”

[vileblccds]

nick was definitely the hardest to get a beat on. he definitely seemed to isolate himself, but leon had been here long enough to be accustomed to the different flavors of demigod. some took this whole thing a lot more seriously than others. still, if anyone could break down those walls, leon felt like it could be himself.

"certainly! just forgot the flowers and the box of chocolates." the slightly shorter male nudges him gently. "i think it's nice to bond with your dearest brother, wouldn't you agree?" he clasps a gentle hand on the man's shoulder, squeezing gently.

"it isn't often i get you alone."

[skyyybreaker]

Having five older brothers back home to compete with, Nick wasn’t able to refrain from carrying the same viewpoint towards his demigod siblings. Afterall, Zeus could only have one heir and he intended for that to be him. Whether or not the other three men sharing the cabin with him held the same perspective still remained to be seen. 

Nick’s smile widened at his younger brother’s infectious attitude. He had to admit, Leon was quite talented at putting a smile on anyone’s face. “White roses and Läderach chocolates. Just so you remember for next time.” A wink at Leon as he procured a pair of sunglasses in one of his drawers. “Considering this is the first time you’ve ever asked, I suppose some bonding time can’t hurt.” 

The elder child of Zeus led the way out of the palatial doors towards the beach. “So… what’s new, brother dear?” He asked, minimizing any possible awkwardness with conversation.

[yourangelos]

the increased effort on nick’s part hadn’t gone unnoticed by angelos. it was rare for a man to keep his attention for long, but angelos enjoyed spending time with nick. he’d been looking forward to the second date; they’d had a great time in tokyo, the hera born had been thinking of the sakura blossoms since they got back. it was an unforgettable experience but he’d never admit that to nick.  he looked out across the beautiful sky as he listened to the son of zeus. ”i’ve heard it’s gorgeous. i’d love to see it some day.” angelos looked down, and couldn’t help but grimace. he immediately looked away, focusing on nick as he shifted closer. “i know you’d never let me fall, but it’s still a bit frightening.” hera instilled her wrath of zeus early in angelos’ life; he tightened his grip on nick’s hand.  his own legs swayed in the wind,  “don’t worry, i didn’t doubt for a second you’d had something special planned for me,” he ran a finger along nick’s shoulder, “this place is gorgeous. i’m sure it's rivalling the gods' view right now...” he kissed nick’s shoulder before looking back out towards the clouds; the mention of bellerophon made him laugh grimly, ”maybe we could make it if we went without pegasus. you fly and i''ll charm.”

[skyyybreaker]

Taking a possible love interest on a date at one of the highest peaks of the entire island probably wasn’t Nick’s smartest idea. After all, Angelos couldn’t exactly fly so the likelihood of an accident occurring wasn’t zero.There was also a myth involving Zeus hanging Hera up on the sky by golden chains as a means of punishment for her treachery. Alas, they weren’t their parents and Nick strove to be a better man than his Lord Father ever was. He wouldn’t permit any harm to come of the child of the Queen. Nick refused to let something bad happen to that pretty face and incredible chest. “We can go back down soon if you’re uncomfortable.” The younger demigod assured him.

Nick grinned at the suggestion, delighted by the other half-blood’s confidence. “Great plan. Hopefully we aren’t struck down before reaching the mountaintop.” A brief pause as Nick frowned a bit. “My real worry is reaching their domain, and not finding anyone up there.” He confessed with a soft sigh. The gods and goddesses have been silent for so long. Who knew if they were even still around. “I’d like to think our parents are still looking after us.”

[skyyybreaker]

Location: Eastern cliff sides. Closed starter for: @yourangelos

Legs dangling off from a staggering five-hundred foot drop, Nick kept a relatively firm grip on the other demigod’s wrist. He didn’t want any accidents happening, even if Angelos was perfectly capable of taking care of himself. “It’s beautiful.” Nick mused, unable to take his eyes off the spectacular sight. “This must be how the view from Olympus was like.” Anybody else would naturally feel the effects of vertigo for being so high up, but not Nick. The sky was his domain and where he felt the most at ease. Here, everyone else except for the gods was beneath him. 

A relaxed sigh as he cozied up against Angelos. Nick intertwined their hands together as he watched the fluffy white clouds loom over camp. “Thanks for agreeing to hangout. I figured I’d take you somewhere real special.” Just about everyone can go on a date by the beach, or even the groves. However, Nick wanted to showcase his heavenly heritage and bring a lover to a place that meant a lot to him. “I flew here for the first time when I realized my Lord Father Zeus won’t be responding, no matter how many prayers and offerings I make to him.” He learned to accept the bitter conclusion a while back, but doing so didn’t make it hurt any less. “I’ve always wanted to soar higher and figure out what’s happening in their godly realm, but we both know the story of Bellerophon.” A nervous laugh as Nick expressed his fear of suffering the same fate, all because of a morbid curiosity. 

[yourangelos]

“well, believe it or not i'm not usually worried about the size of your shirts when we're together,” he rested an arm on nick's chest. “though you always dress nice." nick would know if angelos thought otherwise. angelos hadn't realized until he was fully changed how excited he actually was. he stepped out into the bathroom, mouthing another apology to those he'd cut in line. while he did feel bad, he also knew they'd get over it quickly. his focus turned to his friend who'd just emerged in his new outfit. nick looked amazing, and angelos immediately noticed the bulge apparent behind the fine silk. he smirked as his mind filled with dirty thoughts. he half-listening to their date plans, eyeing nick's modifications. he put a hand on nick as the demigod stepped closer, gladly letting his cleavage get exposed. "you just like showing me off." he pushed his chest out, the thin fabric falling farther down and exposing his tits.  angelos followed in his friend's footsteps and bent down, sliding off his underwear. he was sure to take his time and give the son of zeus a show; ensuring he saw a flash of pubes before the silk fell back into place. angelos stepped forward, taking nick's hand.  “now let's go!”

[skyyybreaker]

A casual shrug was given in response to the accusation. Nick did indeed adore showing off his partners in public. Mostly as a way to flaunt how they were with him. Obviously Angelos was more than just an accessory, but the sentiment remained the same. “I didn’t take you to be the conservative type. But if you’d rather cover up, I suppose I can manage.” The son of Zeus pouted slightly, feigning disappointment. A fleeting performance, swiftly replaced by a bright smile once Angelos decided to brandish his incredible chest some more. 

As they embarked on the stroll, he linked arms with the child of the Queen and walked alongside him. He took a moment to admire the gardens, specifically gazing up at the beautiful pink canopy of the cherry blossom trees above them. “I’m glad Chiron and Lady Hestia agreed to let us explore the city. They seldom allow us to leave camp aside from going out on quests.” Anything leisurely was often put on the back burner. Saving the world was far more important. “Have you been in one? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you utilize your powers before. Unless you count hypnotizing guys with your chest as an ability.” Feeling bold, he gave the right pec a gentle squeeze and chuckled. “I’m extremely tempted to motorboat you right now, but perhaps we should wait until we’re back at the hotel.” 

[vileblccds]

vaulting over the half wall nearby, leonidas drops down beside his brother, flashing a wide grin.

"dearest brother, did i find you worrying again?" having been here for as long as he has, he's become accustomed to the many quirks his fellow campers possessed.

"really, the weather out here is perfect and i find you sulking in a corner. should we go for a walk on the beach?"

@skyyybreaker

[skyyybreaker]

In truth, Nick wasn’t the type to sulk over anything. Not in public, at least. The exalted heir to the heavens has grown quite accustomed to having the cabin to himself, he didn’t realize Leon was home to see him in such a downcasted mood. “Leon, I thought you were… out.” Nick replied and swiftly rose from the sofa. Admittedly, he wasn’t very close to any of his half-brothers. Hence why he wasn’t too sure about their habits and schedules. 

He smiled at the offer for a walk. “A stroll along the beach? Are you asking me out on a date, brother dear?” Nick teased, fluffing the pillow he hugged earlier and aligning it back on the couch. 

[yourangelos]

“of course it is.” angelos stated matter of factly. he wouldn’t waste his time or money on anything below designer. angelos had spent considerable time musing over the different kimonos, ensuring he picked the right ones for them both. he wanted a piece of art; a keepsake they’d both have to easily remember the vacation. “mostly an educated guess. i’ve had time to size you up,” he winked playfully “but i think it should fit just right.” angelos smiled as he felt the kiss on his cheek, admiring the son of zeus as he leaned in close “you can’t talk about your naked body during something like a cab ride, that’s just not fair to me.” he eyed the passing scenery, their destination fast approaching. as the cab pulled up, angelos paid their fare and stepped onto the street. he grabbed nick’s hand, dragging him to the nearest washroom. angelos stepped through the busy lineup and into the closest stall, ignoring the cries of those they’d cut off. “what do you have planned for us anyway?” the son of hera asked as he quickly got changed. he slipped off his shirt, thin toned frame and heavy pecs on brief display before he slid on the kimono. he slid off his pants and tied up the kimono before packing away his clothes. “apparently the underwear stays on under these things” angelos frowned, tying the kimono and ready to explore.

[skyyybreaker]

The embroidery on the kimonos was unlike anything Nick has seen before. Safe to say, he was extremely impressed and couldn’t wait to don such an extravagant piece. Even the one he wore during his last visit to Tokyo couldn’t compare. The sons of Hera certainly had impeccable tastes in clothes and fashion. “Size me up, you say?” Nick inquired with a rather cheeky grin. “You act as though we haven’t seen one another naked on more than one occasion.” He mused, unbothered if the cab driver could hear their conversation. Hopefully the poor fellow didn’t understand much English, otherwise he was in for quite the ride. 

Once they arrived at the imperial grounds, Nick took a moment to admire the magnificent structure. He always did love visiting strongholds for seats of power throughout the world. Feeling the tug at his hand, he followed Angelos and allowed himself to be led to a public restroom. A light laugh escaped Nick as he began to change and neatly pack his normal clothes in a garment bag. “Just a nice stroll around the palace gardens, darling. I felt this place fitting for people like us.” And by that he meant those of divine royal blood. After exiting his stall, he took a good gander at Angelos and smirked approvingly. “It’s okay to put your twist on things every once and a while.” Nick peeled back the okumi just enough to show he was in fact not sporting any underwear. He stepped forward and adjusted the taller demigod’s kimono to expose a bit more of his chest. “Perfect. A little cleavage never hurts.”

[divinesons]

This was better. Much fucking better. He liked the closeness and he liked how obvious it was that the guy was with him. If there was anything that was true about Dick it was that he was equal parts competitive as he was possessive. He could lose a fight as long as it was a good loss, a bloody one – but he'd fight to the death before ever letting something out of his grip. 

Dick was a man of substantially simple needs: he liked to fight, eat, and fuck – not exclusively in that order, he could mix it up a bit, but throw in a few bottles of wine and that was a recipe for the perfect day right there. The complicated bit was how many people had eyes bigger than their stomachs but there were workarounds for all that – then the sturdy ones like Nick who took it in stride. 

“Oh yeah – what – ? Your daddy don't approve of his boy gettin' groped in bars?” Dick flashed a toothy, half-greasy grin, a bit of the other's spittle still on the corner of his mouth before he wiped at it with the back of his wrist – using that same hand to pick up the cigar again. All the while a few meaty digits popped open the fly to Nick's pants, just helping him out with how tight things were feeling, of course. His hand slid in to cup that hard ridge, palming him greedily… Discretion minor all things considered. 

A laugh, “I have a habit of breaking most the things I get my hands on." But Nick's type was clear and well-described, not that Dick really had much of a question about it but he'd been more curious than anything. The son of Ares caught his own lewd reflection, the state of the two of them reflected back from the mirrored booth where they sat. Looked like he fit the brief. “He looks tough –” he remembered the grip of Nick's throat, the twist of his ass, old thunder throat had a point, “but you're right, he ain't that tough.” 

[skyyybreaker]

No, the Rothschild patriarch would most certainly not approve of his youngest son being fondled and groped by another man. And in such a shady location, too. Nick was raised to be in penthouse palaces and various grand establishments. He didn’t belong in strip clubs — which made his current exploits with Dick in Tokyo all the more worthwhile. Nick never thought sticking it to his mortal father could feel so good, either.

“Would yours?” Nick retorted with a nervous laugh, making zero effort to stop the other demigod from slipping a few large fingers inside to take care of the proverbial monster buried within. The son of Zeus swallowed thickly and blushed as he watched his cock getting worked. By now, Dick created quite the prominent wet spot on the princeling’s pants. Nick’s cock was beginning to trickle like a broken faucet, staining the fabric with his amassing pre-cum. “I think people are staring at us, love…” He claimed in a hush whisper, doing his best to keep his voice low and avoiding the eyes of various people in the vicinity. 

Another brief glance at the stripper on the stage before his attention shifted to Dick. So deliciously handsome and aggressive, Nick couldn’t possibly resist. “Well it’s a darn good thing I’m durable.” He remarked with a bit of pride in his voice. Swiveling his hips, Nick turned back around to face the barbarian and plant a firm kiss on those luscious lips. He bucked against the hand still inside his pants and then proceeded to nuzzle the side of Dick’s neck. “I'm not in the mood to be shared tonight. I’m feeling oddly possessive of you, too.” 

A chuckle accompanied by a flushed smile followed as he straddled Dick’s lap. “Chiron wouldn’t like us breaking mortals. So how about we go back to our hotel room instead, hm?” He spoke in Dick’s ear and then gently nibbled the lobe. “I’ll even pay for the damaged bed.” A subtle hint to how he expected the rest of their night to unfold, should Dick accept his invitation.

[gaywhiteman]

[yourangelos]

nicholas’ suggestion was so good angelos was pissed he didn’t think of it himself. touring a japanese palace was something he had to do while the group was on vacation. angelos was looking forward to spending time alone with nick. he was drawn to the demigod shortly after he’d arrived; the intelligent ones were always angelos' favourite. angelos had spent the day taking advantage of the portal between olympus and japan, sending multiple trips worth of clothing back to the island. his shopping list was planned before they even left; the opportunity to freshen their wardrobes was like liquid gold. angelos hoped his fellow demigods valued updating their fashion as much as he did. “it’d be kinda cute if we took a cab there. have you seen them yet? adorable.” he flagged a cab, holding his designer weekender bag close as they both hopped in. the palace wasn’t far, thank you to nick for the logistics working out so well. as the cab drove angelos looked to nick and grinned, reaching into his bag and pulling out two neatly folded kimonos. “also, we’re wearing these. i picked one out for you, so you must.”

@skyyybreaker note: the palace

[skyyybreaker]

Nothing could beat the invigorating feeling of swiping a credit card and getting whatever his little heart desired handed to him on a literal silver platter. With the island’ operating under a different currency, the wealth Nick accumulated in his lifetime was practically useless. The ever growing trust fund his parents left for him remained untouched for so long now, begging to be spent. And what better way to do so than to wander Tokyo’s designer district, visiting various boutiques to freshen his wardrobe back at camp? Nick had already sent a car’s load worth of different shopping bags and shoes back to his hotel by the time he reunited with the other demigod.

As a New Yorker, Nick had no issue getting into a cab. It was a classic staple of his home city. He hopped right in and buckled his seat belt, eyes growing wide with wicked interest at the kimonos Angelos picked for them to wear. The son of Zeus brushed his hand along the luxurious fabric. “Wow, this is actual silk. How’d you guess my measurements, hm?” He teased and pressed a grateful kiss to the taller half-blood’s cheek. “I’d no idea you knew my naked body so well.” 

[divinesons]

Nick plopped down then reversed it on his lap, like a habit, Dick's hand moved from the son of Zeus's lower back to cup the curve of that ass he'd come to love so much. Getting a good grip on it as he looked up at the Nick, seemingly considering the question a bit. “Could be closer.” Bit of a squeeze, a grin as dirty as his mind, “Deeper too.” 

Those hands wandered up his chest as a ridge at the seam of his tracksuit twitched under Nick, the effect that the other had on him was obvious – but Dick didn't care to do much in the way of hiding it. He'd already gotten him this far, the prim and proper boy fondled by a brute, oggled by half the bar as he straddled him, lips bracing as Dick went ahead and took that mile after Nick served him an inch. The other's head pulled back a bit and he was already lurching into him, tongue following as he tossed his cigar in the ash tray to brace his hand at the top of Nick's back – pulling him a bit closer as he all but tasted the growl at the back of Nick's throat, unfortunately it was over too soon for his tastes. 

Dick didn't have any qualms with voyeurism, in fact, he wanted Nick this close so he could get him all hot and bothered in a crowded room – under all these neon lights. He was a bit curious as to what sort attracted Nick's gaze, he knew he had a thing for big arms, big chests, and big cocks – but was there anything else? Not that there needed to be, Dick had plenty to fill him with all on his own and truth be told the son of Ares was too competitive to not turn ruining Nick for everyone else into a race. 

Nick spun on it and as much as he might've been trying to resist, Dick didn't plan on making it easier for him – using both hands to scoot him as square on his cock as Dick could manage before he took to discreetly and roughly palming Nick over his pants. Pulling at him a bit to get the princeling worked up, “S'matter, scared your daddy gonna get mad at you for being indecent?" Husky, low – as if either of their parents could claim purity. He gestured with his chin toward one of the guys on stage, big chest, nice head of hair – packing. “They don't gotta be like us if you wanna get split.” Dick didn't mind sharing as long as it was clear who was top dog. Tugging at Nick a bit more, “But lookin's fine too.” His other hand sliding under the hem of his shirt, running over Nick's abs as the scruff of his beard brushed his neck – Dick's lips following – landing behind his ear. “Tell me which ones you like.” 

[skyyybreaker]

Both sounded like enticing propositions. He wanted to move closer and let Dick slide deep inside him, for that was usually the outcome of their interactions together. However, they weren’t within the privacy of his palatial cabin. Nick was a bit more reluctant to allow his inner desires take over when people were watching. With his image a high priority in just about any setting, he wasn’t going to risk strangers viewing him as some whore. Even if it was true. 

The firm yank caught him by surprise, as did the deep kiss so aggressively implanted on his lips. Nick felt his body and mind melt at the same time, inhibitions leaving him the more he submitted to the whims of the older half-blood. Dick’s tongue was smaller this time, but equally as assertive and delicious even with the lingering taste of his cigar. In an instant, he threw both his arms over Dick and scooted even closer to essentially lock their clothed bodies together. Neither of them had stripped yet but the passion and fervent need was immensely clear on both parties. Nick could feel his pants starting to tighten, erection growing under the confines of dark denim. 

Perhaps getting watched by strangers while the son of Ares took control of his entire being was a lot hotter than he originally thought. He haphazardly pulled away when the need for air arose, swiftly licking up the thin string of saliva connecting their mouths. The princeling bit his tongue to suppress a loud moan as Dick began to fondle him. He couldn’t quite believe mere foreplay made him this hard, but the evidence was visibly apparent in Dick’s palm. “My mortal one, maybe.” Nick replied as beads of pre-cum had begun to seep through his jeans and onto those fingers continuously teasing him. “Lord Father Zeus might approve, though. He’s supposedly a bigger whore than I am…” If the gods truly were observing them, Nick hoped they at least enjoyed the show.

His gaze fell to a particular performer on the stage. Graced with a farmer’s tan from hours in the fields under the golden rays of Helios. Built like an ox, with muscles made for laborious tasks and other surely far more pleasurable activities. Corn fed, undoubtedly. “I’d choose that one. He’s a beauty, wouldn’t you agree?” Nick had a type when it came to choosing men. The son of Zeus enjoyed partners who were tall, physically imposing and masculine. Traits Dick just so happened to fulfill in abundance. Lest anybody forget, Nick was rather short in terms of height and stature before his powers began to manifest. Even after his divine growth spurt, he still preferred the company of brawny hunks capable of offering him a sense of security and protection. “I fear we might break him, love.” He added, voicing his concerns with a soft chuckle. “And not in a good way, either.” 

[divinesons]

Dick's face felt a bit warm where Nick had kissed it, that heat going into a bit of a dust over the rest of his cheeks but he didn't think much about it. Obviously he'd slammed a few beers back at the hotel with his brothers before this – he was hot blooded – that was all. They weren't a thing, at least not in any official way that he knew about, but as far as Dick was concerned when he was in the room Nick abso-fucking-lutely had a man. 

He gave that ass a quick smack as he watched him head off, just for good measure. 

A quick round ordered in the most broken fucking japanese the bartender had probably ever heard and Dick was double fisting it on his way back to the table. Few shots and a bottle to spare held gingerly between his thick fingers as he did – not that it'd do much – considering it didn't have any of that good divine shit in it… But when in Rome. 

Or, er – Tokyo. 

Dick plopped down, dropping the drinks down before cheersing the son of Zeus and downing his shot. “Why you sittin' so far away, eh?” Dick asked, grinning as smoke from his cigar curled between his fingers – ashing in the tray between them – his free hand gave his thigh a pat as he lounged comfortably in the booth. Dressed as down as ever, Dick looked about as mundane and American as they came. His eyes went down toward his lap, then back up to Nick, “Plenty of room right here.” 

[skyyybreaker]

There was something so addicting about Dick. A rugged charm and brutish savagery Nick simply wasn’t able to get enough of. Whether that be rolling in the sheets or exploring the streets, Dick was a treat to be around. Hence why the princeling couldn’t quite muster up the courage to officially ask the older half-blood out just yet. Best to keep things casual and delight in one another’s company without the weight of labels. At least for now, or until he could no longer prevent his heart from craving for something more. Besides, Nick took pleasure in playing boyfriend whenever they were together.

Normally, Nick would scold any lover careless enough to contaminate their lungs with nicotine. But as wielders of divine blood and near-godly fortitude, he was a lot less of a kill joy whenever Dick smoked his cigar. He simply considered it as part of the barbarian’s appeal. “I've missed you. And your big… personality.” Scooting over, he entertained the request and sat on Dick’s right thigh before turning around to straddle him. Nick then placed a quick kiss to those impeccable lips and hummed. “Am I close enough for you now?” He countered with a playful grin. 

His hands roamed Dick’s clothed torso, palming that incredible chest. A low growl escaped his throat as he looked into the child of bloodlust’s eyes and pressed their foreheads together. “Gods, you drive me wild. I need to remind myself we’re in public.” He laughed and fought the persistent urge to grind against Dick’s lap, instead opting to spin back around to watch the show unfold on the stage. “What are the chances one of these beauties are like us so we can take them home?” 

[divinesons]

@skyyybreaker location: tiddy bar notes: wink to the wonk

Wasn’t his first time in Tokyo, but sure as shit this was Dick’s first time in the city for something that wasn’t work related. Last time there was a hydra in the sewers, took a good chunk out of his shoulder but that was… What… A decade back now? Shit if time didn’t start to drift off eventually, Dick had been at this for a long time now – neither his body or his spirit were tired – but he looked at things a bit differently. Every time a new airhead drifted onto the island he set a mental counter for how long until they ended up getting someone killed. 

He had a habit of walking into a room and checking to make sure he was the biggest guy there, this little vacation was no fucking different, but he was maybe being a bit possessive this time out. Walking into the joint, Dick had three beefy fingers in Nick’s backpocket – hand firmly cupping the son of Zeus’s ass as the chesty male dancer on the stage was mid dip, bending before he snapped off his tear away trousers. 

“Think I saw that routine once when we were out in Jersey. Hope there’s no copyright on that–” he grinned, lazily, hand sliding off of Nick’s ass to fish a cigar out of his pocket. Bit bent, but he clutched it between his teeth before sparking it and puffing the ember to a glow before drawing it out to hold between his thick fingers. “Grab a booth, I’ll snag us a round, eh?” What his prince wanted, he’d get. 

[skyyybreaker]

The last time Nick was in Tokyo, he recalled attending a state banquet with his bride to be. Cherry blossoms were in full bloom, and he was shaking hands with the country’s sovereign. A lot has happened since then. For starters, he was no longer engaged to a Danish princess. He left her at the altar to pursue a life of adventure as the chosen son of the ruler of Olympus. In a sense, he became a prince all on his own. Nick certainly didn’t regret the decision. Although, he doubted the emperor would be so welcoming of him during his second visit. Perhaps avoiding the royal palace would be best, as to prevent any further potential international scandals. 

For once, they were here for pleasure rather than business. Nick didn’t want to do anything that might sabotage their leisure time away from the island. Luckily, his handsome lover insisted on taking him to the city’s red light district. Good. Somewhere he couldn’t possibly get recognized. Resting his head against Dick’s broad shoulder, he walked into the bar and immediately ogled the performer on the stage. Beautiful, but nothing compared to the gorgeous man Nick himself arrived with. 

He leaned up to press a kiss to Dick’s cheek as the older half-blood parted ways to fetch them some drinks. The son of Zeus found a decent booth with a great view of the stage and its various partially-naked inhabitants. Reclining back, he enjoyed the show and grinned when Dick returned with their beverages. “You take me to the nicest places.” He teased and downed a shot of saké on the table. “Can’t say I’ve ever been out on a date in this kind of establishment before.”