In the far away kingdom of
Cyprus, there was a very beautiful and quiet king named Heero, who spent his
waking hours devoted to creating statues of the gods and goddesses. He never
knew of love and never imagined to experience it for Aphrodite was upset at him.
The great goddess of love scorned the young man for he couldn't produce a perfect likeness to her in the cold marble stone. She would whisper in his ears that the stone was too cold, the nose was not thin enough or the thigh was not shapely.
So Heero would brood over his project, smashing the inferior stone to a fine powered and then tried to resurrect another.
Finally his day came as he put the finishing touches before the invisible goddess, his eyes were red with tiredness and his hands ached of the fine details of the fine hair that spin around the body and the smooth flesh of the sea fair skin.
The young king felt wan as he sat on the floor to admire the towering goddess. Aphrodite smiled with satisfaction that a mortal that never saw her could produce such a fine work that could be more beautiful then herself. She slipped her hand over his eyes as he went straight to sleep. "Young King, I shall give you one wish by the power of the gods. Anything you want, you may have it." Her ocean eyes looked down at his smooth sharp face and the bare strong arms. She lifted up a tendril of sea foam hair to brush across his face as he murmured in a soft voice. "Love." His voice whispered across his fine pale pink lips. Salty tears fled her eyes as she looked at the simple creature. No thing ever sent such emotion, so he should deserve the best. "Your wish is my command." She laid upon his forehead a gentle kiss that felt like the flutter of butterfly wings and she disappeared into her light.
Awaking on the floor, Heero's servants were around him trying to rise their master. "Sire, you wake! Joy to the gods that you are safe with us." Rubbing the sleep from his deep blue eyes, he looked around the room for his stature that sat proudly in the window, facing the rising sun. "I must have been tired, for I surely do not remember moving the statue." "She was there when we rose." Heero just stared at it in disbelief, "Strange things the gods chose to be."
Aphrodite looked around the kingdom for the perfect bride for the young king, but none had enough virtue, or not kind enough. Others were too spiteful or proud and that wouldn't do the mortal good. Sure she didn't mind setting people up for fun and just letting them beat each other into love, but this was special, Heero was special.
He spent month's alone working on the little gift for her and asked for no help, nor did he just throw the hammer and give up. He kept going, and that caught the goddess's eye.
No one had what it took in her opinion; not even a god would do Heero justice. No one. He was destined to be alone. She began to feel the tears coming out of her eyes again, but out of sorrow that her promise would be broken.
Around her, she felt the soft hands wrap around her body. She looked up to her lover's eyes. "Why does love cry?"
She sniffled as Aries kissed the gentle tears, "I failed. I promised a King a lover and I couldn't find anyone. Not a single soul is worth a grain of salt to him, not even me."
Sighing softly in the goddess's hair, "Well, why is this human so special?" "He gave me something. Come see it!"
The blonde began to smile at the thought of the gift, but her heart still hurt that she couldn't repay him.
The light tapping of the immortal's feet fell on deaf ears as Aries looked at the window.
The pale moonlight shed it's light onto the statue, making it seem as if it was alive itself, making the dark eyes of the god of war to shimmer. "I have an idea. He could make his own lover so then both of you would be happy." Looking up to the god and then to the statue, she hugged his neck tightly; "Yes! That would work! I could ask Somnus to make Heero dream and he would make that statue!"
The pair went off to the Cave of Sleep where they executed the plan, now it was up to Heero to finish it.
From his fitful slumber, Heero thrashed about in his bed, knocking away the large pillows placed around for decoration and throwing away the large silken sheets.
The dream was awful and harsh; a man with a long snake wrapped around his throat pinned him to the bed. He felt the hot breath and the slippery tongue of the snake across his naked chest as the man touched his sex with a soft cold hand. The large dark eyes peered at him through the dark long lashes, filling him with dread that he may be killed or worse by the horrible creature.
Leaning down closer and closer to his face, Heero felt the serpent slide down to his stomach and react to its owners movements and travel back to his face. Lips pressed against his ear and with the most soothing voice he heard; "Set me free."
He awoke in a pool of his sweat, shaking from the dream. 'What could it of meant?' He looked at Apollo's chariot beginning its run in the sky, and put the large robe around himself.
Heero sat on the large couch and rubbed his temples gently. 'Why would something that has me captive want to be set free. Is it a prisoner? I wonder.'
A knock on the door relieved the young man of his musings, "Yes?"
"A new pillar of marble came in for you sir."
Scrunching his eyes, "I wish to make no more statues. I am tired of it." He got up to storm to the carving room and break apart the cold stone.
Servants ran to the other side of the hallway as they saw their master's eyes a flame with furry and hoped it wasn't with them. Others hid behind plants because they never saw him so upset.
Throwing back the curtain to the room, Heero eyed the large quarried block and raised his hammer about to strike when something faint whispered from the back of his mind.
"Set me free."
Looking at the large stone, he
could see the man pounding on the inside, tears welled up in the dark eyes.
Heero stared at it as he backed up to his writing tablet and charcoal to make a
sketch of the form.
Long strong legs and a broad chest came into view as he formed the slender arms and long graceful neck. The face he couldn't remember, nor see as he began to plot which areas to put his hammer on the stone's surface. He could hear the image calling to him as if it was alive.
Heero became determined to finish, blood began to well up from his fingers as he began to form the slow human likeness from the precious stone. Sweat made the tools slip from his hand as the chips ground underneath his sandals; but nothing could tear him from the vision. No matter how horrifying it was to him, he was enamoured by it, enthralled that this was more then just a man in the piece of marble; but so much more he hurt from it.
Slowly the shoulders stuck out as the chest formed from under the large medal instruments. Fingers and toes came out as he smoothed over the fine legs. The king had done many male statues, but this one made him blush as he began to work on the manhood.
The thought made his mind flush as was his cheeks at the thought of the dream over in his mind. He felt the hard muscle rubbing against his hip as the man above him whispered in his ear. A feeling in his groin began to burn as he felt the fingers gently holding him down as the snake slithered across his chest.
Looking at the jutted out arousal on the man, Heero felt if this was a god, he would be quite happy at the work, but he was a bit afraid of what the others would think of him.
"Not the type of statue to have out while sister is home."
Heero wiped his brow and looked at the large slithering form sliding down the statue's shoulder. Carefully, began to chisel around the snake's large head when his slipped on a piece of rock, cutting off the serpent's head. He looked down and threw his hammer across the room and began to pull his hair from the front of his face.
One of the servants heard the noise and ran in. "Sire? Do you need anything?"
The dark haired young king looked at the statue and sighed. "Yes, have some guards take this to my room with my equipment. I need a bath in the springs.
"Sire, it is quite late." The girl dropped her gaze as he strode by.
"I understand. But would you rather me bath or clean the blood and sweat from my sheets?" He tapped the girls nose and walked out towards the middle of the large house.
Settling in the hot water, Heero's muscles ached from the abuse as his cuts weeped freely into the flowing water. He groaned as he sunk deeper, letting his hair whip in the current and then pushing himself back up with a delicious sigh of relaxation. But he knew it wasn't over yet. There was so much to do to finish out the statue
. "If I go to sleep, maybe I can see him again, maybe." The small blue eyes gazed across the water as the candles shifted through the gently waves he created while moving around.
The scary thought of someone so close to killing him entrapped his young mind, but the feeling of the coldness made him think more. 'Why was he so cold? Is he really in the marble?'
Getting out slowly, he grabbed the large thick linen sheets and wrapped it around his body. Padding softly to his room so he wouldn't disturb the rest of the household, he saw the guards walk out and bow to him.
One looked at him and spoke up, "Sir, this one might make Zeus jealous."
Holding his mouth so the laughter wouldn't wake up anyone, Heero's eyes lit up. "Thank you much. I am glad you think that it is a fine work so far." He curtly bowed to the young guard and went inside of his room.
The soft glow of the lamp cast dancing shadows on the partially finished work. Heero yawned and dropped the linen sheet and crawled into the bed only to have his dreams invade his tired mind.
The shadowy figure became clearer to his vision. The snake was nothing more then a long tress of hair that snaked across the pale neck and shifted around the Heero's chest and brushed against his nipples. He looked into the large clear cobalt eyes that had a slight violet sheen.
The sweet mouth curved in a smile at his capture, "Set me free."
"I intend to do so, who are you?"
The mouth descended on the young king's and came back up with a flash of pearly teeth. "I am who you want me to be. You shape me, you set me free."
The fine hairs on Heero's body began to stand on end, "What do you mean?"
A cold hand grasped at his cock and gently traced the long outline, causing him to groan and throw his head back.
"You know what I mean. I am made especially for you. The wish you made."
Trying to understand what the longed haired man was saying, Heero began to remember what happened when he finished the Aphrodite statue and how he felt the warmth of the job well done. He didn't believe that the goddess of love would give him a chance, not alone design the perfect being that was taking advantage of him.
Giving into the sensations, he lifted his arms and wrapped them around the sweet boy's body and began to taste the soft skin and delve into the honey chamber of his mouth. The king gasped as he felt the other's erection grind against him and reveled in the sheer pleasure.
"I want you so bad."
"As I do you." The longed hair boy was going for anther kiss when he turned direction and whispered in Heero's ear, "Set me free. I don't know how much longer I cannot have you."
The sound of the cockcrow and the tiny fingers of dawn approach threw the young man from the dreamscape.
Heero rubbed his eyes and growled, throwing the pillow on his head and then looked out from under it. He watched as his servant placed a golden tray on his table and leave quickly from his vision.
Stretching the sleep from his limbs, the youth approached the sculpture and touched the smooth sheen of the perfectly crafted stone.
"I am so good it scares me."
Heero sat on his couch and began to eat the bread and olive oil. His eyes scrunched and strained to see the face of what he was next to accomplish.
"You think with five days straight work that I would sleep more then a moment." Rubbing at his forehead, Heero took the goblet of wine to his lips and stood up to the desk and put on his cloak and began to hammer again at the young man; absolutely determined to be done by nightfall.
The man's features began to shine through the precious stone, a thin pert nose and those sweet irresistible lips. Large eyes set in thick lashes that he swore would blink while he looked away. The hair was long and fine, taking a single hair on a three-foot journey to the end of the braid. No man had long hair that he knew, mostly cropped short to handle the warming temperature. If it weren't for the marbled sex, people would swear it was a young virginal woman unabashed in the presence of others.
Quietly, the servant woman sat down on the floor to watch as her master who toiled on the creation.
"It is most beautiful sire."
Turning a bit startled, he smiled at the shy being and went back to work.
"It shall be my last if I can help it."
"That is sad sir. But why the long hair, it is male I can see."
He stopped for a second; "He came to me in a dream with a promise. I hope to fulfil my part."
"Ay. Then I hope you finish soon. My son can make a piece of firewood and create wonderful dolls."
"I bet if he got a hold of stone he could bring the gods to their knees."
The woman blushed, "I don't know that much sire."
"Then I would teach him."
"I have no money for teachings." She looked up at her master.
"You have been faithful to my house, it is least I can do."
With a large smile on her face the woman bowed and ran out of the room to tell the good news to her son who looked up to the art the king made.
Sighing, Heero smoothed the last bits of dust from the statue. "Well, who ever you are, you are almost done."
He grabbed a worn cloth and dipped it into the small puddle of oil and began to slowly wipe the statue, slowly around the feet and legs, then moving slowly to the round cheeks and sweet hips. The rag smoothed along the rippled chest and shined the large swash of hair that dangled from the man's neck.
Smiling at his work, the king rubbed the oil into the face, making it shine in the dying light of the sun.
"You are so beautiful. I wish you were only real."
Placing his lips on the cold stone's smile, a tear fell from Heero's blue eyes; but opened in shock as an arm wrapped around him, pushing his mouth farther into the statue's mouth.
Heero pulled away, tripping on
his hammer and falling to the floor.
The young man fell to his knees and looked at him with the large blue eyes from the dream.
"You are a vision! I am asleep again."
"No, you're not." He began to slowly ascend on the mouth that woke him from the stone prison.
The young king felt the tremble of the soft hands and the slight pulse that quickened as it got closer.
"Then how are you from my dream?"
"I have been inside your heart for so long, I awaited the chance to be free; to be with you. Your life's kiss brought me from the cold stone to your warm arms." His arms surrounded Heero, trying to capture another kiss.
"Have you a name?"
"No." The man's flesh was not cold like the dream, but very warm and gentle.
Heero felt his heart begin to soften to the creature above him, "Then since you are two things in one, you shall be Duo."
"What two things are I?" The deep pools of cobalt blinked.
"My heart and soul." Heero kissed the bowed head as it lifted with a mischievous grin. "Now why does that look so familiar?" A smirk curved on Heero's own lips as he dipped Duo's head down for a chaste kiss and rose from the floor the longed haired man in tow. Slowly undoing the tie from the long snake-like braid, he ran his dark hands through the burnt umber hair, eliciting a long purr from the man.
Heero began to draw Duo to the bed, having him laugh out loud as he bounced on the bed while the king straddled his waist and pulled the curtain cord leaving them in total privacy.
Duo laughed as his lover kissed him and came back up with a mouthful of hair. "I wish I knew how to please you better."
Looking down and kissing the tender lips, "I have no idea myself. You have so much more then a woman." He began to lick down the muscular stomach.
The man sighed, "I had a good craftsman."
Heero scooted to the end of Duo's long pretty body and began to slowly touch the wiggling toes, kissing each one and then he began to peck up to the knees. The pale one felt a stir rise in his lower half to his manhood the soft nips of teeth began to bite on the tender inner thigh. Thinking what would he like done to himself, Heero began to gently lick the outline of the stiff muscle, causing Duo to rise off he bed and moan softly. The sounds rung in his ears as he licked up the small slit and tasted the salty precum. Heero began to lower his head and take in the rest of the large cock in his mouth: savoring the sounds of Duo's voice in pleasure, the musky scent of the dark curls of hair and the delectable taste of the organ sliding in and out of his mouth.
Everything was so new to Duo, and all of his senses blew out of his mind as he felt the wash of white lights surround him and plunge his body down into a murky pool of lethargy.
Heero's long pink tongue darted out to catch a small pearl of cum that slipped past his lips; "I would rather have you then ambrosia any day."
Trying to catch his breath, "Am I that sweet?"
"Sweeter then thousands of barrels of the finest mead." Heero kissed the quivering thigh and glanced up to the soft blues of his lover's eyes.
A smile graced his lips as he reached over to his bed stand to get the bottle of olive oil and began to slowly pour a small amount onto his fingers.
Fear flashed across Duo's face, but faded quickly as the light touch of the intrusion left him and became more pleasurable. Heero then pushed two fingers past the tight ring causing the long body to thrash on the bed. The third finger hit the small button in the longhaired man, causing him to stop and moan out loud: "Please! Just take me!"
Complying to the need in Duo's voice, the dark king poured the golden oil onto his throbbing arousal and hissed at the slick feeling of touching himself; but stopped because he knew something would feel much better then his hands.
Peering down at the lithe figure between his legs, Heero soothed the trembling being by lightly kissing his lips and allowing the other's tongue seek refuge in his mouth. Taking the slight diversion, he pushed the crown of his cock through the quivering ring.
Heero could feel the other man's eyes roll back through the deep kiss, suffocating the gut throttling moans from both of them. Rolling his hips, Duo lifted himself to be impaled by the throbbing arousal and wrapped his leg around Heero's back, pressing his heel into the small groove.
The tunnel was pure blinding heat as Heero inched further and further till he felt the feathery pubic hair intermingling with his own. The sensation was over whelming, the soft vacuum of Duo's entrance to the thrumming rhythm of the inner walls as they adjusted.
Duo's breathing calmed a bit as Heero began to move slowly in and out, looking for that spot the caused his love to cry out in delight. Long deep scratches fell along his spine as Heero rubbed against the prostate gland over and over again.
The umber haired boy screamed out Heero's name every time he felt the tingling jolt of electricity run through his brain to his trapped erection. Words began to jumble as he felt the strong hand that made him wrap around his cock and stroked to the rhythm being executed on his body.
The world came to a crashing halt as Duo threw back his head and cried out for all he was worth as the jets of liquid fire onto the dark chest, making it look as if it was glowing in the pale light of the moon.
Losing his vision, Heero felt the tight muscles ground around his arousal. He thrusted one last time into the passion spent body, releasing his seed into his love. Energy zapped along with his strength, Heero fell into the open arms of his lover, sweetly nuzzling the pale long throat.
Drawing the blanket around them, Duo smiled a little and kisses the sweaty forehead. "I love you Heero, my one and only."
Opening his eyes enough to see the intoxicating vision of Duo, wet and flushed from the throws of passion; Heero drew the sweet face close to his and gently kissed the pale ruby lips. "I will love you forever, my Duo."
The goddess Nox began to lift her veil as Aurora began her journey before Apollo's chariot in the sky.
Duo opened a sleepy eye and yawned loudly, looking over at his soul mate. A genuine smile of mischief crossed his lips as he narrowed his eyes. The longhaired man pounced his sleeping lover, causing him to jump in the air with a sharp shriek.
"You seem chipper." Heero rubbed is eyes and slicked the dark bangs from his face.
"Well, my first morning and spent it in the most comfortable place in the house." He rested his chin between the defined pecs and batted his long lashes. "You know, I see now why you choose white marble." Duo's thin fingers began a feather-like trail across Heero's dark skin and danced around the dusky nipple. "Because it looks good on you."
Mock growling, Duo ascended on Heero's open mouth, delving in and tickling the soft nerves on the roof of his mouth with his tongue. Eyes fluttering and moaning slightly, Heero grasped the back of the attacking man's head pushing him deeper.
Removing the long sheet from between their bodies, Duo began to massage between Heero's legs, caressing the soft balls with his hand and blindly searching for the bottle of oil. Feeling the smooth ceramic surface, he lifted from the still open mouth and licked the sharp nose.
"I'm going to make you feel what I felt." Duo slowly lowered his head, but keeping his gaze on deep set blue eyes that began to bug out when the warm mouth embraced his arousal.
Heero began to stutter as the soft suckling sounds caught his ears and the roaming fingers began to rub against his entrance. Mind going blank from sensory overload, he just succumbed to whatever Duo wanted.
Duo just wanted more. More sounds, more smells, more tastes, more feeling, and more sight of his lover embraced in full infatuation. He began to worship the velvety cock that swirled around his tongue and tickled the back of his throat and he loved the feeling of Heero's body as he tensed when his fingers brushed against the prostate.
On the verge of explosion, Duo stopped. Near half cry, Heero opened his eyes to a satisfying sight of the long swept hair encircling the man's pale form as he began to slowly rub the sweet oil onto himself.
Sitting on his legs, Duo reached over and helped Heero to his lap, merely inches from the rock hard arousal. Reaching down the aligning the flared crown with the gaping hole, Heero let himself go down, face contorting in a swirl of pleasure and pain.
Nearly biting down on the dark shoulder beneath his head, Duo began to gasp at the feeling of the tight virgin entrance that grasped his cock like a vise. Heero's breathing calmed down as he began to slowly move his hips as a signal.
Taking shallow strokes and building up a pace, Heero held onto Duo's neck as his life line as he was being completely taken by his masterpiece. The deep foundations shaking thrusts began to hit Heero's button with every stroke. There were no words to describe his feelings as he felt the frenzied rush of thick arousal inside of him.
"Nnn Duo!" Heero's mouth hung open as the silent cry tore through his throat and the mind rushing of the organism killed all his sensory functions as streams of passion coated the rubbing chests.
Hearing the king's release caused Duo to climax into the quaking channel, filling it to the brim with his seed as the coarse cry ripped from his lungs. He though it would never end as his body fell over with Heero in tow on the soft bed.
Grasping white knuckled at the sweat soaked linens; the living statue tenderly placed a small kiss on Heero's panting mouth.
"Mm, now that is better then a dream."
A small laugh fell from Heero's lips, "Way better, my dear."
Months passed for the happy couple as they enjoyed each other's company, but some things became impossible to do.
For you see, when it came to Aphrodite, she made sure that her promises were kept. With Heero's simple one word wish, he found his life mate, along with them both heavy with child. She thought it was a good idea at first, bu then noticed the comedy of two pregnant men trying to do the simple act of kissing over the large stomachs.
Everyone flocked to see the king's humbly beautiful husband and celebrate the birth of their two children that seemed to keep the household busy and happy and full of love.
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