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"Pretty little god," Sukuna murmured, one hand dragging down Hermes' throat, "all dressed up and twitching like a bird that doesn't know it's already been caught."
He shouldn't want him.
Hermes is the God of Trickery. Quick with a blade, quicker with his tongue.
Ryomen Sukuna is the King of Curses. Bloody. Ancient. Unhinged.
When Olympus sends Hermes to investigate the crumbling edge of the world, he expects ruins and silence.
Not a monster with four arms, two mouths, and no understanding of personal space.
"You flirt like you murder," Hermes said. "Messy. Loud. Always leaving a mark."
"I like leaving marks." Sukuna grinned. "Especially on gods who act like they can't beg."
They should be at each other's throats.
But every fight tastes like foreplay.
Every threat sounds like a promise.
And every time Hermes says no, he means try harder.
"You want to be worshipped?" Sukuna hissed in his ear. "Then get on your knees and earn it."
He was supposed to kill the monster.
Not let it ruin him.
Order vs Chaos.
Desire vs Duty.
God vs Curse.
One kiss away from war.
One strike away from obsession.
HermesxSukuna