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Liam wakes to the cool, damp air of an ocean breeze. The sand is soft beneath his skin and he can hear the soothing sounds of waves lapping near his body.
The only problem is that Liam doesn’t normally sleep on a beach. Or outside for that matter.
The young man sits upright and scans the area around him. He’s on a small beach, that’s for sure, with mesmerizing white sand that glows like diamonds in the moonlight. The waves lap lazily against the shore near Liam’s bare feet.
He sees that he is still in the same pajamas that he was in earlier when he went to bed, checkered fleece pants and a white t-shirt. His teeth still have a minty aftertaste to them, like he just recently brushed them. Grains of sand sift uncomfortably between his toes as he stands up, glancing around at his surroundings.
Ahead of him are a few meters of white sand, the ocean beyond that. It stretches out as far as his eyes can see, illuminated brilliantly by the moonlight. He turns to his left then proceeds to spin in a circle as he sees the same view all around him.
Liam is on a strip of sand. That’s it. There is no greater land behind him and, apart from the water, nothing besides the circlet of beach.
He must still be asleep, Liam had been thinking about how nice it would be to escape from his obscene boat load of studies to an uninhabited island. But that was all daydreaming. He would wake up at any moment, his alarm blaring rudely to remind him to get up and repeat the same day he had for the past four years — wake up, eat on the bus, sit through boring lectures, scram for his minimum wage job, come home to try to finish his schoolwork, and pray that he had time to get some shut eye before it began again.
It wasn’t that he absolutely hated college, he understood that he was privileged enough to even attend. He just hadn’t expected it to be so damn hard. And lonely. Making friends as an adult was a complete nightmare. It was worse that Liam had moved from a small town to the huge one where the college was at. It was a culture shock. Even though it was a humongous city, it felt like everybody already knew each other.
It was better now, he only had a few months left of his course and he would be able to graduate. And get a good paying job with great benefits. Or maybe just a good paying job. Or something to pay his bills at the very least.
Liam sighs and looks up at the moon, it seems a lot closer than normally, but he supposes the subconscious has a way of warping reality when you are in dreamland.
The size of the moon isn’t the only thing catching his attention. It’s also so bright.
Liam has witnessed many moons in his twenty-two years, nearly twenty-three, years on earth but he never experienced a night so bright it was practically daylight. The moon also glowed with a warmth, not hot like the sun, but a gentle comfort.
He supposes the sand is rather nice on his soles too. It was odd at first but the longer he stands there, the more soft it feels. It’s nice.
Liam breathes in the humid air, not muggy and stale like his dorm room, content to relax for the time being, until he has to wake up.
Time is always nonsensical in dreams. A minute in the waking world will pass as an eternity in slumber. So he isn’t worried when it seems that he stands on that beach for hours, soaking in the calm atmosphere encircling him.
It isn’t until his legs complain from standing for so long that Liam takes issue.
He doesn’t think he’s ever felt physical discomfort or pain in his dreams. Sure he’s thought he has, in the moment of the dreams, but this feels different. In the past, it’s always been his brain telling him that he was in pain when he dreamt up being stabbed.
But it was never his actual body straining from pressure.
Come to think of it, whenever he was dreaming and he realized it, his dreams would end shortly after. He never stayed asleep while aware that he was.
And his dreams did not feel this real. The sand under his feet or the sounds of the waves against the shore were more tangible than anything he could conjure up.
The only thing out of place that he could attribute to dream logic was the bright, big moon. It wasn’t naturally that vast and dazzling, right?
Liam glances up at it again, and is shocked that there is a black void in the center of it. Growing larger by each passing second. No, it’s not an empty hole, he realizes, but a figure. A human shaped figure floating towards him.
Unease at the newcomer is intertwined with the slight reassurance that he is experiencing a dream. Real people didn’t fly.
The figure only gets larger and larger as it descends from the sky towards the young man and Liam squints to get a better view of them.
With the moon behind them it’s difficult to point out specific attributes to them, but Liam can make out a few details. For starters, what he thought was a flowing cape is actually a pair of massive wings, they span the length of double his height when extended mid-flap. The figure is holding a staff with a sharp curved edge in one hand and a glass jar in the other.
As they near Liam, he can distinguish more of their features. They have darkly tanned skin, a characteristic that makes their white beard stand out as it falls impressively to their chest. Liam briefly admires it and hopes one day his scruff can come a fraction close to it. Their face is lined with wrinkles and lines, but does not hold the weight of age in spite of the white beard. The figure's eyes are a vacuum of gold, blindingly so that Liam has to look away quickly for fear that his own sockets will melt from the glow.
They wear a black toga, like one Liam remembers seeing in gladiator movies, this one draping over one shoulder and around the hips, stopping just above the knees. Liam tries not to stare at the exposed nipple, noting a surprisingly lack of chest hair and odd gleam to their upper body as if they recently oiled it. Sandals are the only thing covering their feet, old fashioned ones and not the sandals that Liam would rock with socks.
They were quite handsome, for an older person, Liam supposes.
Liam finds himself taking a step back as the figure lands on the beach, a bit too close for his liking. They loom over him, clearly well over six feet. Despite being safe from harm because he is dreaming, Liam can’t help the pounding in his chest.
“Do not be afraid, I come bearing peace.”
Their voice booms in Liams ears and he hunches his shoulders at the commanding tone, his heart very much so not listening to the order as his adrenaline spikes.
“Oh, um… okay?”
Is this the part where Liam gets a message from the big G-man upstairs? This was an angel, obviously from the wings and staff. Maybe it was the angel of death and Liam was dead? He didn’t remember dying but maybe he passed away in his sleep, cafeteria food was so bad he wouldn’t be surprised if he had food poisoning.
“Should I be kneeling or something?” he asked the angel. This was his first time meeting one. Damn, he knew he should have attended Easter with his parents.
“All in due time, my friend,” was all the angel responded with. “Everything will come when the time is right.”
What follows is thirty seconds of awkward silence. Awkward for Liam that is, he shifts from foot to foot while the angel simply stares down at him. Their gaze making him shiver with something.
Liam wonders if his brain is short circuiting, usually there isn’t any dead space in his dreams, events happening rapidly one right after the other. Maybe the angel is having a stroke? They didn’t seem that old, kind of ageless in a silver fox way, but strokes could affect anyone at any time.
The young man is about to say something, even opens his mouth to do so, but is cut off by the stranger. They stab their staff – Liam can see it's a scythe – on the ground, causing granules of sand to fly up and hit Liam’s shins. Liam lets out a very dignified and manly squeak. The jar in their other hand, Liam has a better view of it, is an hourglass. It’s plain and black and the silver grains of sand seem to be frozen in midair, as if time itself is on hold.
“I have brought you here for the utmost of importance, Liam of Miller,” the angel starts.
Liam has half a wonder how they knew his name but it is a dream so it’s not wholly odd. Although his middle name definitely isn’t ‘of’.
“For I am Chronos, the god of time.” he pauses then and Liam thinks it’s for dramatic effect.
His brain itches with the vague memory of Greek mythology, but that was back in his highschool years when he deliberately paid as little attention as he could.
“Hey wait, I thought Cronos was the dad of like the big twelve gods. Wasn’t he also the evil god?” Greek mythology had a knack for being confusing and weird.
The god shakes their head and flares their nose. “No, that would be Kronos you are thinking of and I am Chronos. He is the sire for the Great Olympians and I am simply the god of chronology and the cycle of life.”
“Oh,” Liam frowns. Why would they name two different guys with the same name? Maybe they ran out of names in ancient times or something.
Now the scythe and hourglass make a bit more sense, although he isn’t sure why his dream would conjure up some Greek deity to chat with him. Sure he thought mythologies and gods were cool as much as the next trans guy, but he isn’t majoring in it. It’s not at the forefront of his mind or anything.
“As I was saying, I am Chronos, the god of time and I have brought you here because I am in need of some assistance,” the god, Chronos, continues. “You see, the gods have grown restless. Power and pride have eaten away at their beings and rifts between each other only grow with each passing century. They are in need of something to harmonize them once more or I fear they will divide themselves and lose the true meaning of their godhood.”
These are some pretty high stakes for a dream.
“That is what has led me to you, young one. For time has not wounded your soul or weighed down your choices. I need your help.”
“Oh sure,” Liam shrugs. “Do you need me to go on a quest or something? Get the golden apple or sail to the edge of the world? I don’t know how much more time I’ve got before I wake up so you might have to make it quick.”
Those were the wrong words to say apparently because Chronos’ eyes glow brighter and a wind picks up out of nowhere. The pale wings behind the god expand to their full length and the scythe and hourglass in their hands float on either side of them.
Liam brings his own arms up to shield his face from the harsh wind and sand kicking up against him. He can feel himself having to brace his feet in the sand.
“This is no dream, boy!” Chronos’ voice is strong over the sound of gusts of wind and sand. “This is real life, you must answer the call for the sake of the ancient gods in order to cure the sins of the present. We are in dire need of your help.”
“Okay, okay! Geez, sorry man. I didn’t mean to act like a prick,” Liam apologizes. He may be asleep but he didn’t really want to piss off a god. That would not end well for him.
“I can see the doubt in your eyes, you do not believe that this is not a dream. You are convinced you are still back in your land, safe and sound. But you are not,” the god reaches out and grabs Liam’s shoulders. “Here, let me show you.”
Liam has never experienced vertigo to the extent that he does now. He feels as if his body is falling up and down at the same time. Normally this would be his cue to wake up, but it's being proven that he is not having a normal dream right now.
There is a saying that before you die you see your entire life flash before your eyes, Liam can testify that it flashes when an angry bird guy manhandles you in your dreams too.
Liam watches, no, experiences, his whole life pass by in the blink of an eye. His first steps, loves, failures, everything. It feels more real than in his own memory.
The world spins around him and Liam falls to his knees. His stomach twists but thankfully nothing heaves out. It takes him a few minutes to come back to himself, but when he does, he notices that he is back on the same beach. He looks up and sees Chronos standing before him.
The raging winds are gone and the tide whispers at the still sands.
Liam shakily gets to his feet.
“Wha… what was that?” he stammers.
The god grabs ahold of their staff and jar once more. “Your life, or up to now. You were not heeding my words so I thought best to wake you up from your skepticism. Maybe now you’ll understand the extent of the situation.”
Liam clears his throat and swallows, his gut is still doing flip flops. “Um, yeah. I think I believe you now. I’m not dreaming, am I?”
“That is correct,” the god nods.
“And I really am talking with a god?”
“Indeed.”
“Holy shit,” Liam grapples with his hair. “Holy shit, wow. Okay. um… okay.” Because he legitimately does not know how to comprehend what the fuck is happening. “Oh right, uh, you said you wanted my help with something?”
The god nods solemnly. “Yes, the gods are weakening themselves with their petty squabbles and malice. They need to be brought back together.”
“Okay, what do you need me to do?” Liam isn’t so sure he’ll be able to go on a harrowing journey. He is not that gifted in a lot of things. Maybe if the gods needed some group therapy he could figure something out. Do some icebreakers, college had prepared him plenty in that department.
“The gods have to be joined in body, mind and soul, and it has to be done with the help of a mere mortal. As much as we like to think ourselves above you, we need you as much as you need us.”
“Um thanks?” Liam doesn’t know if he should take that as a compliment or not.
“The gods need to transfer a portion of themselves into a vessel and complete the Ritual of Unity. You are that vessel, Liam.” Chronos gestures to him.
They are saying it like it's an easy task but Liam does not think it is. How is he supposed to take a bit of every god's blood and drink it or insert it into his own body – ew– without them striking him down. If this was the ancient times, then this is when the Greek gods were at the height of their power. And stories involving mortals with gods never ended well for the mortals.
As if they could read his mind, the god of time chuckles and shakes their head. “You think too much, young one. The gods will not object to this plan, as I have already spoken with them about it. They agree that their power over the world is waning, and they value that power over their pride, although it is a close match. They are willing to have you give yourself to them, as long as you agree.”
“Oh good,” Liam smiles.
That makes his job way easier. He still doesn’t get why it has to be a mortal that has to suck the blood from them but maybe the gods are just a bit needle shy? Liam isn’t, having had to do testosterone injections every week for the past five years has gotten him used to them.
“So do you have a syringe or something?” Liam looks over Chronos’ attire but can’t see anything that would help him.
“You misunderstand. You are not receiving their blood. The ritual only works if you collect their essence when they are at the peak of their contentment.”
Liam’s brows pinch at this. “What essence am I getting from them then? Is it metaphorical? Like am I making them laugh or something?”
“Not at all, it is the body's purest form of peace that you need.” Chronos corrects him. “You need their seed.”
Excuse me, what?
“Excuse me, what?” Liam repeats his own thoughts, brain stuttering. The god can’t possibly be implying what he thinks he is.
“Their seed,” Chronos says again. “Oh, I forget you are of a different time. Perhaps you use a different word. Their sperm or eggs? Ejaculation? Cum?”
“Yeah, I got it. Thanks.” Liam holds a hand up to stop them from continuing. His own face is beat red in embarrassment. He had already admitted that he isn’t dreaming so he can’t chalk it up to some horny dream. Maybe he’s in a porno. A really realistic porno.
A laugh escapes him at the absurdity of it all. The god couldn’t be serious.
“You laugh at the duty I entrust to you?” Chronos is incredulous, which is a shock considering that is exactly how Liam feels.
“I mean yeah, you can’t be serious right?”
Liam knows he made a mistake in questioning them, but he can’t help it. It’s not every day an ancient deity propositions you to get railed by every Greek god in order to save the future.
The gods’ hand is on him quicker than a millisecond and Liam gasps as he is lifted up by the front of his shirt. Chronos doesn’t even strain as they raise Liam high above the sand.
“I am deadly serious, boy. I would not have pulled you from your time if it were not of the utmost importance.” Chronos brings their other hand, the one holding the scythe, to Liam. they hold the blade under his chin, a warning. “It cannot be just any mortal that partakes in the endeavor, for the gods are vain but easily bored. Only one who is not only able to withstand each of the gods and goddesses greatest pleasures but enjoys it to the fullest is chosen. You are that person, oh son of flesh.”
“I… I–” Liam can’t make any words come out of his mouth. His heart is hammering in his chest and his body tingles.
“Speak your mind, it is unbecoming of people who shut their mouths like a clam,” Chronos orders.
Liam suddenly finds himself able to do so, the command alleviating his clogged throat. “How would I even… um…” he trails off.
Chronos looks at him expectantly.
“How would I even take on twelve gods at once?” he spits out. “I mean, wouldn’t that just kill me?” A terrible image flickered to the forefront of his mind, being pounded and used in all ways by each of the twelves gods. The idea definitely fills him with worry and not something else, something hotter.
Chronos actually smiles at this. “Ah, you needn’t worry about that. The gods do not wish to see one another until it is time for the Ritual so at most you will entertain two of the Olympians. Most likely Hera and Zeus for Hera can get mighty jealous of her husband's lovers.”
Liam gulps with relief and trepidation. At least the image of being gangbanged by all twelve of them isn’t so daunting, although Chronos’ wording on that was slightly off putting. But Liam is wary of bedding Zeud and Hera, the latter being famous for the curses and misery of those who slept with the king of gods.
“Each god will not lay upon you more than you can take. The moment you are in their presence, you will receive a divine blessing from them, one that will make you resilient to their whims with the energy to endure until they are satisfied.” Chronos explains. “I will also bestow upon you my own blessing. Time will not affect you as it does in your usual life. It will be as if no time at all will pass.”
“Will it take long?” Liam asks, because he can’t imagine being used by powerful deities one right after the other. Regardless of the ‘blessings’ he’ll have, he would be ruined.
“With my personal blessing, it will be both an eternity and take no time whatsoever. Does that answer your question?” the god of time asks.
Liam nods his head, doing his best not to cut himself on the blade beneath his chin.
“I can see you still have questions, please, ask me.” Chronos doesn’t lower either of his arms but his mood shifts to a more calm demeanor.
“Where do I put all their… um ah… their cum?” he has to force the words out, his face flaming as he says it. “Like where do I store it?”
Chronos cocks their head. “I thought that part was obvious, you.”
Liam can’t help the strangled noise.
“They must deposit their essence into the vessel directly. Whichever hole it is does not matter.”
Liam wants to laugh again at how nonchalant Chronos is explaining this to him. Like he is the new employee at a job. If the job was getting fucked by Greek gods, that is. Not the worst sounding job.
“Your body will naturally absorb their essence until it is time for the Ritual of Unity,” the god of time decides that now is a good time to put Liam back down.
The young man grasps onto the gods forearms for balance as he is placed onto solid ground, his legs weak from all the information.
“You keep mentioning this Ritual of Unity,” he voices. “What is it exactly?”
“That is a question that I am unable to provide the answers for,” Chronos finally responds after a few seconds of pondering.
Fear strikes his heart and Liam takes his hands off of the older person. “You're not going to kill me at the Ritual, are you?”
Chronos at least has the sense to look offended. “Of course not!” They put a hand aghast at their heart. “No unwanted harm will befall upon you at the Ritual. It is simply the last step of the process to join the gods together again. I cannot tell you because you are only privy to know once you have completed receiving their essence.”
Liam looked deeply into the gods’ eyes, intent on searching for any indicator of untruth, but found none. They were not lying.
“Will I be able to go home afterward?”
That is the question that gnaws at his core. Did he even get a choice in the matter?
“Of course!” Chronos bellows and Liam cowers from the loud noise. The god softens their tone with their next words. “Once the Ritual is complete you are able to go back to your time and land if you so choose. It will be as if you are waking from a long nap.”
Liam tries not to dwell on the ‘if he so chooses’ part. Of course he will want to go back home, he has a life!
“You have the choice now. You can agree to this mission and copulate with the gods to mend the ever growing rift, or say the word and I will send you straight home. There are other mortals on this earth in every time I shall call upon.” Chronos utters, completely honest.
Liam wonders if he is not the first person that Chronos has offered to. Maybe all the people before him turned them down.
“Okay, say you’re telling the truth and I’ll get to go home, and I won’t get hurt, and I’ll save the world and all that,” he crosses his arms. “What makes you think that I’d ever agree to do it? That I even want to have sex with twelve gods?” He juts out his chin defiantly. Screw this god for thinking him easy prey.
A wolfish grin spreads across their face and they step forward, breaking into Liam's personal space bubble. They lean down and their lips brush against the shell of his ear, the whispers of their breath making them shiver. “Because, little mortal, you have been dripping since the moment I stepped foot on this island.”
A full body shiver wracks down Liam’s body to his hot core.
They are right, of course they are! Liam has been doing his best to ignore it but it was no use. From the moment he got a good look at them, the moment he felt their commanding presence, his clit had been throbbing with need. It only grew as the god spoke and when they lifted him into their air, Liam thought he was going to cum from their power alone.
He whines as the god chuckles, knowing full well the effect they are having on him.
Liam can’t deny that the thought of being the gods’ personal cum dump isn’t turning him on. He can’t ignore that the idea of being dominated by each and every one of the Olympians makes him want to moan. It’s in his very nature to submit to higher powers.
He sucks in a gallon of air when Chronos presses their face into the crook of his neck. Liam immediately cranes his neck to the side, baring the side of his throat to the god of time. Said god inhales deeply, their beard tickling his skin.
“You smell most divine when you are cowing in submission,” they gruffly whisper.
Liam lets out a choked noise, something between a moan and a gasp.
“I… accept your offer, Chronos,” Liam relents because his body is begging him to let this god touch and fondle and suck and hold and do everything that they want to do to him.
To his dismay, the god pulls away and looks down approvingly at the young man before him. “I thought as much, that is why you were my first choice after all.”
Liam blushes, pride swelling in his chest. He had never been picked first for anything. And being a god's plaything no less. He bashfully glances up at the god. “Are you my first task?” he tries to ask it in a sultry way but ends up sounding a little too eager.
His disappointment only grows when the god shakes their head. “I am not one of the Olympians, little mortal. So there is no necessity for me to contribute my essence.”
“Oh,” Liam doesn’t hide the displeasure in his tone.
“But sorrow not,” Chronos lifts his chin with the blade of the scythe. “For your first trial will begin soon enough.”
“Who is it?” Liam inquires. He is running through the list of Greek gods that he knows of but doesn’t remember which ones are the twelve Olympians, there are so many Greek gods.
“That will be for you to find out.” The grin is back and Liam gets the inclination that Chronos likes it when he is squirming.
Liam rolls his eyes but stops halfway through as a final question introduces itself. “How am I going to get to each one? Unless it’s all going to happen here,” he waves his arms in the general area of the beach.
Chronos shakes their head. “Oh don’t you fret about that. You will be brought to each god in their own special way,” their voice is taunting.
Asshole.
“In the meantime, you should rest. Your body will need it for the upcoming encounters,” they sing song.
That only brings Liam more excitement. How is he expected to take a nap when the prospect of getting railed by literal gods is going to be his reality?
To his astonishment, he finds his eyes drooping and body growing weary. He looks up at Chronos with lidded eyes. They are still smirking at him. They must be making him sleepy.
Liam opens his mouth to complain but isn’t able to, his own mouth too heavy with exhaustion.
He falls to his knees, then on his side and watches as the god of time flies away, himself falling into a deep, deep sleep.