The Challenge

Twenty

((TW: MM interaction this chapter, if you're easily offended and against reading this, skip to chapter 21 at your convenience, to the rest of you; enjoy!))

In the hushed serenity of their chamber, Thor stood tense, his eyes ablaze with a storm of emotions. Ares approached with a confident swagger, his piercing gaze meeting Thor's turbulent one.
Thor's lightning crackled around him, "She's not going back there with you tomorrow."

"Sparkles," Ares began in a low, commanding voice, "we need to address this matter with reason. Your anger does not serve us well."
Thor clenched his fists, resisting the urge to unleash the thunder that brewed within him, "I have barely spent a day with her, and now you wish to take her away again?"

Ares raised an eyebrow, his tone unwavering and unimpressed with the other God's threat, "The balance of the realms and our allegiance is at stake. Namira has the potential to tip that balance in our favour. We cannot afford to let emotions cloud our judgment."
Thor's jaw tightened, but Ares moved closer, his presence demanding submission, "Listen to me. Namira's power is not second to your desires. She needs to return to the garden and you need to trust that I am doing what is best for all of us."

Thor's eyes narrowed, a storm raging within him as he raged against the air of dominance Ares aimed at him, "I won't allow it. I've waited too long for her and I won't let you take her away after not even one day."

Ares, unfazed, stepped even closer, his hand firmly gripping Thor's shoulder, "Control your emotions. Namira's safety is paramount, and you must understand that. We cannot afford to let our personal desires jeopardize the very fabric of our existence. You must let go of this possessiveness and see the bigger picture."
The God of War drew him close as his hand wrapped around the back of Thor's neck, kissing him, "Give in to me. Surrender your need to control this to me."

As Ares took charge of the situation, Thor couldn't help but feel a mixture of frustration and begrudging respect. The God of War had asserted control, not just over the circumstances but over Thor's tumultuous emotions.
In the delicate dance of divine power Ares had proven his dominance, steering them toward a path that, despite Thor's reluctance, seemed necessary for the greater good. The gods' destinies hung in the balance, and Ares, the master of war, had taken the reins to guide them through the storm that raged within him at the thought.

As Ares undressed him with the ease of a God,= before undressing himself, Thor felt anticipation.
The God of War hade made it clear he'd be taking charge this time around.
It was a contrast to the battle there usually was about dominance, but Ares made it clear there was no room for discussion today.
The Olympian backed him into the bed, tipping Thor over and unto it, "You've always had a temper, quite like my own, but this... this is new."

His body covered the blonde's and Ares used the moment to nudge his legs apart as he eased himself between them. His voice was a hoarse whisper of lust as he spoke against Thor's lips, "Think you can still handle me like this?"

It had been years, but Thor didn't care as he bit out an aroused, "Yes."

The two never had clear boundaries, they had often fought for dominance between them, sometimes actively to make a point, but most of the times one of them simply gave in to the other.
Ares still hesitated. He didn't know if he should chance hurting the Asgardian with Thor's erratic emotions still close to the service. He stared the blonde down, "You are mine these next hours, Sparkles."
A grin played on his lips as he nodded to the headboard, "Grip it."

Despite Thor's initial instinct to refuse, to fight Ares for dominance, he wrapped his hands around the gold frame.
Instantly he found himself shackled to it by chains of gold.
He released his grip, pulling at the restraints with a renewed fighting spirit as lightning danced over his skin, muted by the properties of the Olympian gold.
He fought against them so wildly, he hadn't even noticed the chains on his ankles until he found himself completely immobile.
He hissed, a reaction so purely instinctual Ares's brow rose for a moment.

Ares then kissed him again, gripping his chin as he did, "Relax, Sparkles. I couldn't risk you flipping this on me. Not when you're this fickle. Now, surrender yourself. Let me take care of you."
The words seemed to linger between them, a request more than a demand and Thor found himself submitting as he lost what shred remained of his control – or so he thought.

Ares took his time, teasing, marking, mapping the new scars he found.
It was a clear way to show he was in charge, his timing, his decisions.
Before long, Ares had been stroking his cock relentlessly and Thor moaned.

Ordinarily, Ares didn't push things this far in the matter of dominance and submission, he would've let the God of Thunder have his release. Not now. Wrapping his hand firmly around the base of Thor's cock he tied a smaller, tight chain of gold around it that left Thor growling with frustration, "You mean to torture me?"

Ares only laughed in reply, "I mean to have your full surrender, this will get you there."

He took his time preparing Thor, easing two fingers into him and curling them up to caress the most sensitive area, his prostate. Thor jerked against the chains in answer, his cock darkening with the denied release. As Ares stroked himself his eyes were fixed on Thor, "You want my cock, Sparkles?"

Thor's answer was a barely audible 'yes' that came out in another lustful growl. Ares grinned then, easing himself into the Olympian with a slow, steady pace.
In the past such patience hadn't been necessary, but it had been a long time and as far as Ares knew, Thor had never allowed another this privilege.
He'd draw this out, once more showing an unwavering control over the situation even as Thor groaned, "Release the restraints."

The demand was clear, but Ares wouldn't entertain it, "Ask me nicely and I'll consider it."

Thor's only reply was another sound of pleasure as he tried to find his own level of control, but as Ares's thrusts became harder, faster, Thor found that desire for control quickly disappearing, "Please..."
Ares grinned against Thor's neck, nipping at the flesh, "Please what?"
Thor moaned, his cock weeping, swollen and angry, "Release me."

His legs were released first and Thor seized the moment to bring the other God in deeper. As Ares released the chain around his cock his orgasm came so unexpectedly strong that the God of Thunder cried out hoarsely.
The cuffs around his wrists remained and Thor's breath was erratic, heavy. It wasn't enough yet, Ares pushed him further still, "Let me fill you."

The words were spoken as a demand, but Thor heard the question in them. He nodded, another moan leaving him as he felt the God of War instantly come undone buried within him while Ares silenced his own cry of passion against the other's neck.

A soft kiss then, first to his neck, then to his lips as finally Ares released his wrists too. Thor felt the man's fingers play through his hair and he relaxed underneath the other God, all traces of anger having left him as the need to be in control had ebbed away.

Ares withdrew from him gently, using a cloth to clean them before the Olympian lay back down next to him, "I know what's causing this chaos inside of you... I believe I know what we can do to change this, too... but you're not going to like it. Please, hear me out first before you react."

TBC...