[GREED/EOS][AU] CRACK A BYE BABY Title: While You Were Gone Author:dexteria Rating: R Series/Fandom:Forgotten Gods Characters/Pairings: Greed/Eos Warnings: Language, implied sex. Summary: Crack!Baby what-if.
Seeing things on an eye-to-eye level was never a bad thing with the two immortals - one Greek, one Christian, completely black and white - in fact, it was one of the few times when the household would be in an unusual eerie calm that even irked the well-abused slaves.
But once the levels of interest and point of views changed considerably, one hot August day, the household was filled once more with daily sounds of broken vases, hissed curses, and outbursts of both pain and pleasure.
"Darius." A breathless warning, curse, and need all in one name, belonging to the Sin that was currently infatuated with the goddess' neckline, all the more accessible now that he was taller. The shiver that ran through her body felt even more deliciously sensual now that he could easily pull her into his arms for his larger hands to caress her thighs, the smooth curve of her hip and upwards to the swell of her breasts.
"Yes, Aurora?"
Even with her back pressed close against his bare chest, she could feel that infernal smirk of his being pressed into the crook of her neck, followed by the sharp drag of teeth against her flawless skin, marking her as a victim of lust and a slave for the way he breathed against her skin, whispered obscene observations making her shiver just as much as his hands did.
"Just because you've grown taller and have finally acquired something resembling a full-grown ma--Darius," she gasped again, her point ruined by the insistent, needy press of evidence that the Sin was still as eager as he once was a child. And whether or not she had taken him in the first place for his unique disposition or for his young face, Eos was more than willing to spare the rod and spoil him rotten, to give into his wants at the moment, pressing insistently against the low swell of her back.
"--doesn't necessarily mean that our roles have changed, little Sin."
Eyelashes fluttered at the vibration of the growl being felt through the back of her neck, still raw and dangerous, always reminding the Dawn Goddess why she simultaneously regarded her Christian companion as dangerous. But by being able to still reach upwards and swiftly jerk his face down to her level, his teeth all but bared when she turned her head towards him, the smug smile of her said it all, about who was still in charge.
"Respect...", she breathed out, nails slid firmly down the side of his face as she closed the space between them, their breaths mingling for brief seconds before there was no further need for air, "...is still required."
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But no matter how sweet the renewed Sin tasted, both bittersweet and like ash, it didn't last for long when Greed left Rome for more.
Ready to conquer a world that was slowly turning into an age where the gods of Olympus would be less and less perfect.
As the days and months passed, Eos could feel the strain on herself, dwindling with each morning as she awoke before the chariot drawn across the skies, the hint of those rays peeking through her auburn hair, calling the mortals to another day. How it wasn't so easy to sense the ties that were held by others of her kind, panic almost filling her to the brim at times until small hands reached up and tugged on her hair.
"Mama, mama, why are you crying? Mama?"
At the sound of the little boy's voice, Eos would take a deep breath and turn around with a smile, which came easily when she took in her son's little pout and his dark curls adorning his forehead. Almost the spitting image of his father, save for the flecks of green in his eyes.
"Oh, it's nothing, Lucius. Nothing at all. Your silly mama's gone and gotten something in her eye again." Eos tried hard not laugh at the continued pouting her son was giving her, obviously not convinced.
"Come," she beckoned, pulling him into her lap and gave him a peck on the cheek instead. "Would you like me to tell you the story of how one time your father out tricked those nasty 'gyptians and gained lavish gold and riches for General Antony?"
The immediate perk of interest quieted the child for a split moment before he realized something that Eos was slowly starting to understand to be a grudge against a father that he never knew of. One that had been absent since the day of his birth, and would be for the rest of his life unless the Fates had their reasons for such a collision to occur.
"No. No more 'gyptians. I wanna hear about my brothers again, the Anama--Anina--Ana--"
"Anemoi," Eos patiently sounded out, although proud of her son to have remembered what she had told him last night as he was falling asleep.
Truth be told, even Eos herself did not know what this young boy would turn out to be, what he was capable of, or if even the mortals would recognize this hybrid of culture and religion. But at the age of two, eager to learn, eager to know who he was, it was innocent enough.
The child rested his head against his mother, eyes bright and dark, ready to listen to tales and stories that were surreal to him, but all the same possible. He trusted her, because she was the only person that he had to trust.
Eos closed her eyes briefly at the familiar warm breath felt against her neck.
"There are four of them, the Anemoi. Their names are Boreas, Zephryus, Notus, and Eurus..."