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A few days after the return from Sinnoh finds Steven at the door of the house of Hades one morning, after said house's owner has already left for his work at the Rocket Base--but a handful of hours before Steven himself is due at work. Following alongside is the Golurk that he'd picked up nearly two months previously--which seems to have a number of packages in his arms.
"Hey, Hythlo," he'll say when his friend opens the door. "I figure I'd bring over everyone's souvenirs when I could do it while still avoiding your ex-."
"Hey, Hythlo," he'll say when his friend opens the door. "I figure I'd bring over everyone's souvenirs when I could do it while still avoiding your ex-."
"Oh, Steven! Where has time gone? Come in, come in. I have some coffee chilling and a fresh pie," he says, looking sleepier than usual. He's dressed in his now usual summer clothes consisting of a cheap, cotton yukata and a pair of sandals. On the way to the kitchen is a very sad looking Tropius laying flat on the floor.
He looks to be in good health otherwise at first glance, but it likely won't take Steven long to notice that his bananas are missing.
He looks to be in good health otherwise at first glance, but it likely won't take Steven long to notice that his bananas are missing.
Oh Jesus, what happened? Steven's going to lean down and pat him. "Did someone harvest your entire head?" he asks, his tone of voice sympathetic.
The Tropius bugles sadly and flops onto its other side, looking up at Steven with big, watery eyes.
"Ah... Hades punished him for some misbehavior by taking all of his bananas," Hythlodaeus kneels down and inspect the very beginnings of new growth on his chin. "But one of the items I requested should help it along marvelously..."
"Ah... Hades punished him for some misbehavior by taking all of his bananas," Hythlodaeus kneels down and inspect the very beginnings of new growth on his chin. "But one of the items I requested should help it along marvelously..."
"Poor thing," Steven says, petting the Tropius further, then going to address the pokemon himself "Isn't that just like Hades? Yes, yes it is. But you know, I still have the banana Hythlodaeus gave me. It's cut and dried and put in a very special bag and I use as a special charm when the weekend is weird."
Taking the continued petting as both permission and encouragement, Tropius stuffs his head against Steven's misection.
"Ah, did you now? That is an interesting bit of magic. And what does the charm allow you to do?"
"Ah, did you now? That is an interesting bit of magic. And what does the charm allow you to do?"
Steven looks up. "Not what you're thinking," he says. "It's protection for me while I'm dream-walking, not anything I use to shape dreams." He shrugs. "You use a gift given to you by an enemy or one of their loved ones."
He continues to pet the Tropius.
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"Interesting, indeed. Would you have dared walk in his dreams without it?"
Banania is now apparently trying to crawl into Steven's arm's? But he is far too big.
Banania is now apparently trying to crawl into Steven's arm's? But he is far too big.
"Well," Steven says, with a shrug, even as he attempts to get as much of his arms around Banania's neck as he can, "I was more confident having it--but I might have risked it anyway. I don't always thing things through when I'm angry at someone--but that's one of the things I'm supposed to learn from you, isn't it? How to think through my fury?"
Banania drags him to the ground, and with a neck as long as Steven’s body, has no issue using him as a body pillow.
“Interesting indeed. Does this charm have any use outside of assisting you while you play in others’ nightmares?”
“Interesting indeed. Does this charm have any use outside of assisting you while you play in others’ nightmares?”
"It has no use outside of dream-walking," Steven says from where he's stuck on the ground, "but I can do the opposite of what I did for Hades for people. And have. I did it for Jack the night before, actually--I turned his nightmare into something much nicer."
There's a bit of a mischievous look in his eye. "I'd offer to do that for you next weird weekend, but I doubt I'd be able to conjure up a fake Hades up to your no-doubt exacting standards."
There's a bit of a mischievous look in his eye. "I'd offer to do that for you next weird weekend, but I doubt I'd be able to conjure up a fake Hades up to your no-doubt exacting standards."
Hythlodaeus places a hand on his hip as he bends and laughs.
“Don’t be so naive, Steven. I can have Hades whenever I do choose!”
A soft a snore begins to emanate from the Tropius.
“My meaning was more along the lines of deciding what I should do about this circumstance. Would it loose efficacy if you no longer viewed him as an enemy?”
... As doubtful as that was, but he was just interested in parameters right now.
“Don’t be so naive, Steven. I can have Hades whenever I do choose!”
A soft a snore begins to emanate from the Tropius.
“My meaning was more along the lines of deciding what I should do about this circumstance. Would it loose efficacy if you no longer viewed him as an enemy?”
... As doubtful as that was, but he was just interested in parameters right now.
... it was then that Steven realized that he might be in trouble.
"Right," he says, amusement shading into his voice anyway. "That's why you're always telling me how much you miss fucking him. And-- I don't know. Probably. But I could conjure up those protections without it--it's just there's a cost in magic if I don't have it and no cost if I do."
"Right," he says, amusement shading into his voice anyway. "That's why you're always telling me how much you miss fucking him. And-- I don't know. Probably. But I could conjure up those protections without it--it's just there's a cost in magic if I don't have it and no cost if I do."
“Both can be true,” he makes his way to the kitchen, though his voice still carries easily into the adjacent room.
He notes this, and decides not to take the banana back. After all, a man with no protections was easier to upset.
“I know for a fact that I’m a superior lover to Dirk, in any case.”
He notes this, and decides not to take the banana back. After all, a man with no protections was easier to upset.
“I know for a fact that I’m a superior lover to Dirk, in any case.”
"I can believe that," Steven says, in a voice equally carrying. "Like, don't get me wrong. I like Dirk. He's a friend. But he's not... he's got stupid ideas that are bound to get in his way when it comes to sex."
His Golurk, Iron Giant, follows Hythlodaeus to the kitchen, where he starts setting the packages in his arms on the table.
His Golurk, Iron Giant, follows Hythlodaeus to the kitchen, where he starts setting the packages in his arms on the table.
“Well, we had a a little disagreement about... well, several things. But mostly about oral sex and coffee. His stance on either is neither. For all that this world is filled with strange people, he is the strangest!”
Pot and kettle, of course, but. Anyway. Hythlodaeus returns and sits next to Steven on the floor with two slices of pie and two glasses of coffee.
“Worse, Hades has most certainly gone down on him.”
Pot and kettle, of course, but. Anyway. Hythlodaeus returns and sits next to Steven on the floor with two slices of pie and two glasses of coffee.
“Worse, Hades has most certainly gone down on him.”
Steven groans. "God, of course he refuses to suck cock. That's just like him."
Once done with setting the presents down, Iron Giant returns to the previous chamber to gently lift Banania's head so that Steven can wiggle out from under him.
Banania shifts, rolling over to place his head in Hythlodaeus’ lap.
“Unfortunate, really. Like many facets of life, he does not even know— or care what he’s missing.”
He takes a bite of the pie and chews it contentedly as his mind drifts back to that entire exchange.
“Yet I can’t help but wonder what the rest of his ... habits must be like.”
“Unfortunate, really. Like many facets of life, he does not even know— or care what he’s missing.”
He takes a bite of the pie and chews it contentedly as his mind drifts back to that entire exchange.
“Yet I can’t help but wonder what the rest of his ... habits must be like.”
Alright, enough of that...
[He scowls, opening his eyes once more to get an eyeful of that hammy grin. Though, the temple rubbing certainly disrupts the threatening look, soothing it to mild irritation at worst.
After a moment, his expression settles into something less irritable, and he lets his eyes close once more. Quietly:]
...I do rather enjoy the fur, I suppose.
[He scowls, opening his eyes once more to get an eyeful of that hammy grin. Though, the temple rubbing certainly disrupts the threatening look, soothing it to mild irritation at worst.
After a moment, his expression settles into something less irritable, and he lets his eyes close once more. Quietly:]
...I do rather enjoy the fur, I suppose.
Welp. As least he's sitting up now.
Steven takes a sip of his own coffee, a nibble at his own pie.
"Nothing I can help you with, sorry." He doesn't sound sorry. "You're going to have to ask Hades. If you want my opinion, though, Dirk's scared he'll like sucking cock—and scared that if he does, that'll make him the 'wrong kind of gay.'" His little air quotes are quite mocking. "He strikes me as the kind of guy who only thinks it's acceptable to be gay as long as he's not doing anything he couldn't do with a woman—and, you know, forgets that some of them have cocks too."
“I had thought that engaging in a relationship with Hades might have meant that he would come to terms with it, or perhaps... quieted this mysterious whispering in his ear.”
He sighs.
“Especially since Hades has come back from his little... nap with a terrible scar.”
He frowns, though only briefly. Hythlodaeus is not actively petting Tropius, so he swings his massive head into Steven’s lap instead.
“If this is the last sex of his life... Is it conscionable to allow it to be of such poor quality?”
He sighs.
“Especially since Hades has come back from his little... nap with a terrible scar.”
He frowns, though only briefly. Hythlodaeus is not actively petting Tropius, so he swings his massive head into Steven’s lap instead.
“If this is the last sex of his life... Is it conscionable to allow it to be of such poor quality?”
Very well. I shall reminisce quietly.
[ And seals it with a kiss to his forehead.]
And how well it suits you. It makes you look very majestic, like a proper god of death. Feathers, perhaps, would be a nice accent.
[ And seals it with a kiss to his forehead.]
And how well it suits you. It makes you look very majestic, like a proper god of death. Feathers, perhaps, would be a nice accent.
"That," Steven says with a sigh, "is up to you to decide. I am not going to advise you whether or not you want to be a homewrecker, Hythlo, even if it's against the man who technically homewrecked you."
He pets Banania's head as he sips his coffee.
"Dirk," Steven says, "has... a lot of stupid opinions about sexual positions and what they say about you. He doesn't believe in switches and seems to think that being submissive and being fucked are the same thing. So I'm sure he's under the mistaken impression that sucking cock is an inherently submissive act."
He snorts. "Well. I'm sure you could disabuse him of that notion if you ever got your mouth on him. If I didn't have a jealous fiance and if Dirk wasn't... basically like a weird little brother to me at this point, I could disabuse him of it--if you can't control a man while you're deep-throating him, you're not doing it right."
He takes another sip and shakes his head. "Dirk's problem--if you'll allow me to put in terms that might be more familiar to you Amaurotines, given how Ancient Greek you all seem to be--is that he wants to jump straight to being the erastes without ever doing time as an eromenos."
He pets Banania's head as he sips his coffee.
"Dirk," Steven says, "has... a lot of stupid opinions about sexual positions and what they say about you. He doesn't believe in switches and seems to think that being submissive and being fucked are the same thing. So I'm sure he's under the mistaken impression that sucking cock is an inherently submissive act."
He snorts. "Well. I'm sure you could disabuse him of that notion if you ever got your mouth on him. If I didn't have a jealous fiance and if Dirk wasn't... basically like a weird little brother to me at this point, I could disabuse him of it--if you can't control a man while you're deep-throating him, you're not doing it right."
He takes another sip and shakes his head. "Dirk's problem--if you'll allow me to put in terms that might be more familiar to you Amaurotines, given how Ancient Greek you all seem to be--is that he wants to jump straight to being the erastes without ever doing time as an eromenos."
He can’t help but let out a little laugh of surprise at hearing the familiar terms.
“That does seem to be the case, yes. I told Hades as such,” he lets out a little sigh. “And it seems I’m still protective of my own eromenos.”
Hythlodaeus smiles at Banania soaking up all the attention. Poor Banania needed it after that terrible day.
“He does not seem to like to learn, as strange as that may seem. Yet I doubt I’ll solve him in a single conversation. At least we are getting along better now. I know you are only newly arrived, but did you happen to see the news?”
“That does seem to be the case, yes. I told Hades as such,” he lets out a little sigh. “And it seems I’m still protective of my own eromenos.”
Hythlodaeus smiles at Banania soaking up all the attention. Poor Banania needed it after that terrible day.
“He does not seem to like to learn, as strange as that may seem. Yet I doubt I’ll solve him in a single conversation. At least we are getting along better now. I know you are only newly arrived, but did you happen to see the news?”
Steven grins. They're not the terms he'd use, but one thing he does have a pretty decent grasp on is the history of what he considers to be his people.
"And no," Steven agrees. "He doesn't. And I don't know enough of his history to be sure of why, but I think he doesn't like to mostly because if he admits he needs to learn something, it mean he didn't already know it. And Dirk prides himself on always knowing everything.
"And yeah. I did. It was on the news in the airport once we'd reached Johto again--I'd a hard time keeping a straight face about the Sticky... sorry, Tricky Bandits." He snickers now. "God, were you helping them?"
"And no," Steven agrees. "He doesn't. And I don't know enough of his history to be sure of why, but I think he doesn't like to mostly because if he admits he needs to learn something, it mean he didn't already know it. And Dirk prides himself on always knowing everything.
"And yeah. I did. It was on the news in the airport once we'd reached Johto again--I'd a hard time keeping a straight face about the Sticky... sorry, Tricky Bandits." He snickers now. "God, were you helping them?"
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