Below the Surface, Above the Clouds

Bonus Scene: Phobos and Morpheus

AN: These events take place before Feathers and Blood, after Jesse's death but before his Resurrection.
Phobos
"Little brother," Morpheus cooed. "How much longer are you going to lay there moping?"

I looked up from my pillow. I had been peacefully 'moping' in the privacy of my own room until my most irritating brother had barged right in.

"As long as Jesse stays dead," I growled. "Leave me alone."

Morpheus climbed into the bed, slipping under the covers next to me. "We've all lost humans we love," he murmured. "It's one of the annoying qualities about them though; they all die."

"He wasn't supposed to die yet!" I protested. "And he definitely didn't deserve Hell."

Morpheus frowned. "Why is he in Hell?"

I sighed. "He killed himself," I said miserably.

Morpheus pouted, and cupped my face with one hand while stroking my tail with the other. I looked up at him in surprise.

"Maybe you just need a distraction," he murmured, and leaned forward to kiss me.

I closed my eyes and kissed back, wrapping my arms around him. "Maybe I do," I agreed against his lips.

His mouth was soft and sweet, and his hands were gentle. He pressed our hips together so that my crotch lined up with his. He teased my mouth open with his tongue, and I bit down on his lower lip.

"Phobos," he whined.

"Shut up," I gasped, pushing back and rolling over so I was on top of him. "Take your shirt off."

Morpheus smirked. "I like this side of you, little brother." He obeyed, and I undressed too, straddling over his hips.

I leaned down again and kissed him so hard I tasted blood, and I wasn't sure who the blood belonged to. Honestly, I didn't really care.

I felt him fumble around with my belt and eventually slide my jeans down to my mid thighs, along with my boxers. I think he was waiting for me to return the favor, but I was a little too busy concentrating on our kiss to bother, so he sighed and did it himself.

He played around with my dick for a while as I sucked on his neck, until finally I couldn't take it anymore. I sat up and lowered myself down onto his very erect cock.

I grimaced and Morpheus moaned in approval. I slowed moved up and down, gasping and bending over to kiss him again.

"What do you think," Morpheus said between thrusts. "Is this... distracting enough?"

"Very," I murmured, kissing his cheek.

Only it wasn't, really. The sex was fine, it was great, actually, but it still wasn't Jesse.

He released in me, and I came soon after, the two of us a sweaty mess. "Shit," I gasped, falling next to him.

Morpheus smiled at me sadly. "Still going to mope?"

"Probably," I admitted. "Sorry."

He kissed me on the cheek, and slid off the bed, quickly getting dressed. "Hang in there, sweetie," he told me.

I sighed. How the Hell was I going to survive without Jesse?