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Poseidon sighed, tapping the arm of his throne impatiently. The meeting room was empty, which only made the god more annoyed. His brother had called him here for some reason and was now wasting his time by being late. "Brother, where are you?" he huffed in displeasure.
"Be patient, Poseidon," Zeus said, walking into the circular room. "I'm here."
"Yes, but you're late." Poseidon stood. "What do you want?"
"A favor?" Poseidon repeated. That had been the farthest thing from his mind. What could his brother want?
"Yes, but you mustn't tell a soul," Zeus said, coming to a halt directly in front of him.
He narrowed his eyes. "What kind of favor?"
"A simple romantic favor."
Poseidon took a step back. "Absolutely not. We closed that book a thousand years ago. I told you I wouldn't do it again."
"You're the only one I can trust."
"Oh, we're talking about trust now? Where was that when your symbol of power was stolen?"
"Listen to me," Zeus growled. "We're brothers and I am the king of the gods. You will not deny me, Poseidon."
"Watch me," the sea god snarled. He turned to go. How dare Zeus play the 'brother' card, let alone hold his position of authority over him. Since when had the fact they were brothers stopped them from hating each other?
"Poseidon! You know I wouldn't ask unless I needed this."
Poseidon stopped and closed his eyes, exhaling slowly to calm the anger that rose in his chest. He wasn't some puppet that could be forced into these things. He opened his eyes and sighed. "How far?" he asked softly.
There was silence for a moment. This was the one part Poseidon knew Zeus hated- admitting what he needed. This was the only time he could tell just how vulnerable his brother could be. The god turned to face his brother as he waited for his answer.
"You know what I need," Zeus whispered, his eyes begging the god to understand.
Poseidon chuckled and ran his fingers through Zeus's hair, causing him to close his eyes. Poseidon could feel the waves of power radiating off his brother as the god relaxed and the stress was released as electric current. "You need to be held?" he asked softly, stepping closer to him.
Zeus nodded and Poseidon took him into his arms, stroking his hair. Poseidon would never admit it, but when his brother was calm so was he. It was an odd chain reaction that if they disagreed on something a fight would follow; so it was the same that when one was calm, so was the other. Neither understood it, and neither would admit they liked the times of peace and calm.
"What else do you need?" Poseidon asked in his ear, his voice like an echo of an ocean wave.
Zeus put his hands on either side of the god's waist and sighed, laying his head against Poseidon's shoulder. "Good gods, Poseidon, you know me."
Poseidon couldn't help but smile. "I still like to hear it," he said as he tilted his brother's chin up. He kissed him slowly, tenderly.
Even in moments like these, they wouldn't admit their true feelings. They both had them, love and hate alike. But the hate was misunderstood, both were married and both were jealous. Yet, they would never say their heart's desire. No, none of the other Olympians would understand. And besides, confessing their love that the other knew not of would mean confessing a weakness. And gods, well, gods didn't have weaknesses.