Part 3: Heroes say please while they force you to your knees. Hercules/Axel, side of Hades. Dreams were made to be broken.

Good Boys



Hercules' fingers are blunt, just like his words. Like his words, his fingers fumble, bulky and heavy and a little unsure, and sometimes, mostly unmeaningly, pinch.



"I want," Hercules groans and pants, his fingers catching in Axel's hair, pulling a bit. "Please, I want--"



The floor beneath Axel's knees is cold and hard, a scattering of shards of tile. The cock in his mouth is hot and heavy, and he chokes when Hercules grabs his head and pulls.



"Please," Hercules says, because he's the hero who says 'please' when he comes in Axel's mouth, and says 'I'm sorry' when he's fucking Axel on hands and knees. "Please--"



Hercules' hands are rough on Axel's head, smoothing and petting in the same clumsy way Hercules is murmuring words like 'pretty' and 'sorry' and 'good' and maybe even 'love.' Axel grabs Hercules' hands, winces when his hair is yanked, and Hercules stares down at him, flushed face and wide eyes, like he's never seen Axel before. Axel wonders what dream Hercules is living in, with his pretty little damsels and never ending quests.



"That, Wonder Boy," Hades says, dark and throaty and like he's laughing, is never going to stop laughing, "is the stuff dreams are made of."



"I," Hercules says, like the world's collapsing around him, and Axel wonders when they'll all wake from these clumsy dreams.