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The island wasn’t on any map.
That alone should’ve been warning enough.
But after ten days lost at sea, with salt stinging open skin and food dwindling to crusts and prayer, Kaveh just wanted his crew home. He wanted to see the Akademiya, sleep in a real bed, eat his mom’s cooking, even breathe the scent of chalk and dusty scrolls again.
This had started as a research voyage—mapping ruins, tracing ancient prayer sites along the southern coasts.
Then their captain had fallen overboard one night. And their compass failed. And they got lost.
So when the crew had spotted land—how could Kaveh turn them away?
When they saw meadows, they cheered. When they saw trees with fruit, they wept. And when they saw cattle—fat, golden-furred, grazing slow beneath a sky too blue to be real—
Kaveh should’ve known something was wrong.
But the younger scholars were shaking with hunger.
“We can finally have meat again!”
“You sure you can even skin a live cow?”
“You’re talking with your skinny arms?”
“Shut up!”
Kaveh chuckled as they bickered, then left to gather some berries. He was one of the older scholars on this expedition. When their original captain had perished, it was he the others turned to. He hadn’t wanted to lead, but someone had to bring them home.
And gods, he was tired. Tired of finding a way to navigate the seas. Tired of keeping track of supplies. Tired of sleeping shoulder-to-shoulder in hammocks with no privacy.
Truth be told, he was also desperately pent up. He didn’t need release more than a sleep or a bath. But still—it’d be nice to take care of his frustrations once he was home.
As he walked and chewed on the berries, he frowned.
The island was weird.
It was too lush. The sands too clean. The greenery too fertile. As if it had never been explored by other voyagers.
And then Kaveh stopped at a statue.
It stood tall and golden, one arm raised to shield against the sun. A sculpture unweathered despite the environment it was in. The carving on the base was worn, but Kaveh knew the symbol: a solar disc, a chariot, a halo.
His stomach dropped.
And he ran.
Kaveh knew of the gods.
Everyone who grew up under the sky of this world had been raised on them.
The sea god who could sink nations. The storm god who threw bolts like spears. The love god who blessed others with love and fertility. The wind god who could move mountains.
Sumeru worshipped the knowledge god. The one who valued reasoning and archives and the preservation of all things.
Kaveh had studied a lot about their tales when he first entered the Akademiya. He had read, once, about a flock of cattle on an island.
Cattle that shone. Cattle that were sacred. Cattle that were never to be touched—
The Sun God’s companions.
On the Sun God’s Island.
His sandals slapped against grass as he ran—no longer admiring, no longer carrying berries—back toward camp, heart in his throat.
Please, he begged. Please let them not—
Then came the sound.
A low, shuddering cry. Guttural. Animal.
Followed by a wet, decisive slice.
Kaveh arrived at the clearing just in time to see the blood soaking the grass beneath a twitching flank. A boy barely out of his teenage years, blade in hand, grinned proudly, innocently.
“I did it! I told you I could! Now we have dinner!”
The cow's legs kicked once. Then stilled.
Shit. Kaveh stopped breathing. We’re already cursed.
The sun vanished.
One second it was overhead, painting the field gold—and the next it was just gone, as if plucked from the sky. The clouds turned black. Lightning cracked in the distance.
A storm rolled over the island, sudden and monstrous.
“Get under the trees!” Kaveh shouted. “Now! Move! Stay low!”
The younger scholars all ran to him from different directions. They stumbled, terrified, scrambling toward the trees. Several of them were crying. Others were already praying aloud.
And then—heat.
Not from fire. Not from the storm.
From everywhere.
Kaveh knew heat. Desert noon. Burned skin. But this wasn’t normal heat—it was pressure. Like the weight of the sun itself was pressing down on their shoulders, searing through linen and flesh and into bone.
The earth hissed. The younger ones wailed—cries strangled in their throats. Even their tears sizzled as they fell.
And then—
“You dare kill my cattle.”
The voice didn’t come from the sky.
It came from all around them.
And now, where the cow had fallen—stood a figure.
Blazing.
Not a human. A form made of sunlight and fury, limbs molten gold, hair basically fire. No face to speak of—just light. And when it turned its head toward them, its eyes were twin flares, white-hot and unblinking.
The sun god.
Kaveh dropped to his knees before he could think.
“Please,” he gasped, head bowed. “Accept our apology—we were lost, we didn’t know—”
“I don’t want your words, mortal.”
Kaveh’s breath caught. He reached behind him, pushing the others back, shielding them with his body. “They’re just children—I was the one who led them here. If there’s blame, it’s mine—just, please—spare them—”
The figure stepped closer.
The heat was unbearable now. Kaveh’s skin hurt. He’s surprised his clothes hadn’t caught fire yet. The air tasted like smoke. The younger ones behind him sobbed, clutching each other.
“You are the leader?”
Kaveh forced himself upright. His throat ached. “Yes.”
There was silence.
Then—
Fire wrapped around his throat—suddenly, violently. Kaveh choked, staggering, clawing at nothing. His knees hit the earth. His lungs screamed.
Behind him, the younger crew shrieked. Someone yelled his name.
I’m going to die, he thought. We’re all going to die.
The world turned white.
And then—
He was somewhere else.
No green of the island. No trees. No berries. No cows.
A palace.
But not quite. There were no walls. Just endless columns and archways, stretching into light. The floor beneath him glowed like pearl. The air shimmered like dawn. And above him—no ceiling. Just the sun, blazing at a distance so near it should’ve killed him. But it merely watched.
His hands flew to his throat.
No collar. No fire. Just heavy, shaking breath.
“My juniors. Where—” He spun around, panicking. “Guys? Tarem? Muna?”
There was nobody there but him.
“My crew—where are they?”
No answer.
“Sun god! Please—” his voice cracked. “Please don’t harm them! They’re innocent!”
Then:
“You offered yourself.”
The voice boomed from everywhere again. But the god itself didn’t appear.
Kaveh frowned. “But… they’re okay?”
No answer again.
“Sun god!” he tried again, louder. “Please! Are they safe? Just give me something, anything.”
Nothing.
Kaveh gritted his teeth. “Hello? Did you kidnap me just to ignore me? I’m not asking for a divine decree, just—are they alive?”
The sun pulsed hotter suddenly.
“You mortals are noisy.” The voice was sharper this time. “They are safe. For now.”
Kaveh flinched. “For now? Then why bring me here at all? You could’ve vaporized me on the spot. Or turned me into a tree or—whatever it is gods do.”
The sun remained still in the sky.
“Hello? Seriously—”
“The judgment will come later. Lest you have not learned of the sun god’s duties.”
Kaveh paused. Then exhaled deeply. Right. The sun god holds up the sun. Lights up the world.
Kaveh looked around. The air still shimmered. The floor still glowed. But there was nothing else. No door. No walls. Just scorching light that seemed to carry a buzz of godly condescension.
He looked up. Glared directly at the sun. Muttered, “Asshole.”
Time didn’t move in the palace. There was no sky to darken. No shadows to stretch. Just that damned golden glow soaking everything.
Kaveh was pacing. Irritated. Hungry. Bored.
"Divine realm, my ass. What kind of palace has no furniture? Not even a chair?”
He stomped past many columns, eyeing the carvings. Solar rays. Chariots. Worshippers kneeling.
“Oh. Another heroic depiction of the sun god incinerating an army. Ugh. Narcissistic.”
He was sweating. Not from fear. From the heat. Because there was no roof to hide from the sun. The air clung to his skin like steam. His shirt stuck to his back. His thighs to his pants.
He rubbed at the back of his neck and sighed, long and deep.
Gods, he was tired. Aching. Frustrated. And—and he shouldn’t even be thinking about it—
But it had been weeks. No time to be alone—to get himself off.
And now here he was. Alone. In a palace. Possibly about to die. He glanced down at himself. Then at the devout carvings.
“No. No, definitely not,” he muttered. “This is a god’s domain. That’s… probably blasphemy. Or... or sacrilege.”
He paused. “…But what if I die later?”
He stared at the wall.
“No. Absolutely not. Control yourself, Kaveh.”
His voice echoed back at him. Pathetic.
He huffed and kicked lightly at the glowing floor. “Terrible marble choice too.”
“A prisoner should not criticize the construction of his cell.”
The voice came from right behind him.
Kaveh froze. Spun.
And there—golden, inhuman—was the god.
Still not flesh. No skin. No discernible face. Just a shape. A figure made of sunlight, all carved lines and shifting flames.
The heat surged again, immediate. Like the air was about to catch on fire.
Kaveh staggered back. “You—”
“What was blasphemy?” the god asked, his voice smooth. “Were you thinking of defiling my halls?”
Kaveh’s eyes widened. Heart stuttering. “No.”
“I just heard you.”
“I wasn’t—I don’t—I don’t even have anything—like rocks! To throw around! Not that I want to—” Kaveh flailed. This must be karma. For thinking about jerking off in a god’s foyer.
He tried to redirect. “Anyway. My crew… are they okay?”
The god took a step forward.
The warmth intensified. The marble glowed brighter under each step.
“You slay my friend, then mock my domain. You insult my choices, then speak with arrogance. Is this how mortals behave after mercy?”
Kaveh’s cheeks flared. “Okay, I-I’m sorry. You’re right. But you—you kidnapped me and give no answers. I’m simply—”
The air snapped. Light swelled. And the god was suddenly in front of him—close enough that Kaveh flinched, skin prickling from the intense temperature.
“You’re bold for someone who is here for judgment.”
Kaveh swallowed. Was this it? Was he about to be incinerated?
“I’ve decided,” the god said, voice low.
Silence.
“I will burn it. Your ship. Your men. Every route you take back to your nation will run dry. Every sail will be burned by the sun.”
Kaveh’s eyes snapped up. “No. Please. Please—I know how this looks. I’m sorry—”
“I don’t care for your apologies.”
And then the god turned. As if finished.
Kaveh lurched forward. Grabbed the god’s arm—immediately hissed as fire seared across his palm.
The god looked at him like he was stupid.
But Kaveh didn’t care about the burn right now.
“Please,” he begged, voice thick. “I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. If it’s punishment you want, or justice, I’ll serve it. If it means sparing them—some of them are still kids—please—”
“You must think your life worth a great deal. As much as my cow?”
Kaveh’s chest twisted. He bowed low. “No. Never. I—I’m just one human. But I’m resourceful. I can do anything else. Please.”
A slow, cruel amusement curled at the corners of his voice. “What can you offer?”
“I-I can build! I’ve trained at the Sumeru Akademiya. I can construct anything you ask for. Or I have a collection of books! If you like to read, I can—”
Then—
A hot hand seized his jaw.
Kaveh gasped. His head was yanked up, rough and sudden.
And before him—finally, impossibly—was a face.
A man’s face.
Sharp, severe, and beautiful. Chiseled from light. Eyes glowing teal under molten amber. Hair still bright, kissed by flames. Lines of embers licked along the skin. Not a fully mortal body—but close enough.
Kaveh stared, stunned.
“I have no need for buildings,” the sun god said. “I have access to all the books I want.”
Kaveh’s chest ached. He couldn’t think. Could barely breathe. His mind raced for anything else—
The god tilted his head. “You look better like this. When you know your place.”
He leaned in. Looked Kaveh up and down.
Slow. Calculating.
“You said anything?”
Kaveh swallowed. “Y-yes.”
Then Kaveh was dragged.
Into a seam in a wall that definitely hadn’t been there when Kaveh was alone.
“Wait—what—what is this—” Kaveh stammered, stumbling in the god’s grip, his palm still stinging where he’d burned it earlier.
The god didn’t answer.
And not a second later, Kaveh was tossed onto a too-big, too-majestic bed.
He bounced, limbs stiffening, eyes wide—still sweating from the heat, still trembling from disbelief.
Because what is happening?
Why is there a room now?
Why is there a bed?
Oh my fucking gods, why am I on it??
He barely had time to sit up before flames flickered.
The god’s radiance began to dim. The fire crawled back beneath his skin. And what was left was sculpted limbs, bronzed skin. Embers hissed into smoke along his chest. His face came into focus again—still sharp, still impossibly beautiful. But now his body was solid.
And also—
Kaveh squeezed his eyes shut.
“Why are you naked?!”
There was a pause.
“Why would a god wear clothes in their own domain?”
“But the knowledge god wears clothes!”
A scoff. “Don’t compare me to a child.”
Kaveh peeked through his fingers. The god stood at the foot of the bed, staring at him with a judgmental frown.
Kaveh hadn't moved. Couldn't. He dared a glance lower—horrible mistake.
The shape of him was thick and half-hard and perfectly unbothered.
Kaveh bit back a strangled noise. Gods above, he’s hot. Literally. Figuratively. Unfairly.
Look. Kaveh had been pent up for weeks. Salt-stung and sleep-deprived and sweaty—and now here he was, pinned under divine scrutiny, fully clothed and aroused. The embarrassment felt like punishment enough.
The god’s brow arched. “Are you going back on your word?”
Kaveh blinked. “What?”
The god stepped closer. “You must know what else gods take from humans.”
Kaveh’s breath hitched.
Oh. Oh. Okay. Yeah. The song god is always stealing brides and grooms, and the storm god’s been married like ten times.
But Kaveh had never heard about the sun god also being like that.
He shook his head. He didn’t have a choice.
The god’s lips curled impatiently. “I’m not taking a lover. I’m not undressing you.”
And horrifyingly, absolutely mortifyingly—Kaveh’s hardness twitched at that. His face went red. All the way to his ears.
Hands shaking, he undressed himself—stomach twisting with shame because there was a sculpted body in front of him, whereas Kaveh’s was only a puny human scholar.
He didn’t look up as he peeled his sweat-slick clothes away piece by piece. His skin itched. His knees wobbled as he got the last fabric off.
And then hands—scorching—pushed him backwards. The god loomed over him, traces of flame flickering over his arms. His voice curled like smoke over Kaveh’s ear.
“Remember, mortal. It’s punishment. Not mercy.”
Kaveh was pinned down, flushed, body too tight from weeks of denial. He trembled beneath the god’s weight, thighs parted, skin damp with sweat and heat.
Even without the flames, the god’s skin was hot.
Kaveh wasn’t sure if this was punishment or reward. Maybe both.
A single finger trailed down the curve of his spine. He jerked at the contact—it was like touching metal left out too long in the sun. He bit his lip, arching instinctively. The hand slid lower. Then another followed. Large palms, glowing faintly, over his chest and stomach.
The lingering heat left Kaveh twitching. Wanting.
“Does it hurt?” the god asked—not kind, more derisive.
Kaveh swallowed. “N-no. It’s just... hot.”
A quiet hum of acknowledgment.
Then—heat wrapped around his cock.
Kaveh gasped, his hips jolting up. The hotness enveloped him—but it was surprisingly soothing. Like stepping into a sun-soaked bath after weeks in the cold. And gods, Kaveh knew the god already shifted to a human size—but his hands were still large enough to cover Kaveh perfectly.
Another warm hand moved lower, fingers trailing over his thighs, before settling to cup the swell of his ass.
Then a fingertip pressed against his rim.
Kaveh inhaled sharply.
It didn’t sting much—he’d used his behind before, just not in a while. But the heat helped—somehow. Loosened what days of stress had knotted tight.
He gasped softly when the finger slid in.
Not deep. Just enough to tease. To threaten.
Kaveh knew he shouldn’t be enjoying this. Not under these circumstances. But it had been so long. And the warmth was inebriating. And gods, he was horny. Every curl of fingers felt like it was melting him. The strokes on Kaveh’s cock nearly undid him just like that.
Kaveh's nails curled into his own thighs at the pleasurable warmth. “Fuck—ah—”
His eyes fluttered shut, rutting into the god’s hands, clenching around his digits. His hips fell into a rhythm—rocking between friction and fullness. His moans echoed in the room. His body trembled as sweat rolled down his chest, dripping onto the sun-warmed sheets.
The god watched him writhe.
“I thought this was punishment,” he said at last, voice venomous.
Kaveh gasped—shamed, breathless, guilty.
“I—yes—”
“Hm.”
And then—everything stopped.
Both hands vanished.
Kaveh let out a choked sound, bucking into the air. His cock leaked onto his stomach. His rim clenched around nothing. He blinked, confused, then instinctively frowned at the god.
The god only stared. Molten eyes cruel.
“That seems more like punishment.”
Kaveh breathed hard, mouth parted in shock.
Then the god sat back, lazily stroking himself.
His cock gleamed, flushed dark and slick, just as radiant as the rest of him. Bigger than Kaveh thought gods could possibly be—not that he ever thought he’d be bedded by a god ever.
Then the god leaned forward and tapped it against Kaveh’s inner thigh.
Expectant. Conceited.
Kaveh licked his own palm before reaching out and wrapping his hand around the base. The skin there was searing-hot, too hot, veins like molten gold, the weight of it heavy in his palm.
He gave several tugs, moving his hands as he would to himself.
The god hummed, studying Kaveh like one might observe an animal trying to dance.
And—without warning—Kaveh was flipped over, then shoved against the cushions. Hot hands pulled him down by the waist, spreading his legs open. The god’s cock slid over his ass, dragging slow and hot and deliberate.
Kaveh would like to say that the words "stop", "no" or "wait" formed in his mind.
But they didn't.
His hips only rolled back to meet the god. Just to feel it. Just to chase the friction and heat his touch left behind.
The god made a low sound, as if amused.
Then he pushed in. No warning. No grace.
Kaveh’s scream caught in his throat. His hands flew to the sheets, gripping tight.
It was hot, so hot. His walls spasmed around it. He’s full. Too full. And burning. But it wasn’t excruciating—just blistering in a way that ignited his insides. It made his cock twitch, made the pit in his stomach restless.
The god hissed, hands clenching around Kaveh’s hips. “You’re tight.”
“No—you’re just—impossibly—ah—”
His response was interrupted by a single, deep thrust.
The god leaned closer, breath like a furnace—
“Let’s see if you’re worth keeping the sun in the sky.”
And then—he fucked him.
Hard. Relentless.
Divine hips slammed against Kaveh’s ass. Every thrust sent heatwaves roiling through his stomach, thighs, his chest. The slide scorched. His whole body burned, wrung out by pleasure.
Kaveh couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him. His back arched, body shuddering under the god’s rhythm. He squirmed—his cock rubbing helplessly into the sheets, searching for friction, any friction.
The slap of skin-on-sweltering-skin rang through the room.
His forehead fell to the sheets, whining uselessly, feeling a familiar tightening in his gut.
“Ah—fuck—oh gods—”
And just as he was about to come—cock swollen, throbbing—
A hot hand wraps around the base. Clamps. Tight.
“Nngh—no—please—!”
He gasped as the god pulled him away from the sheets. His hips jerk, desperate, bucking, but he couldn’t thrust. Couldn’t come. The orgasm coiled up inside him and hit a wall. It hurt.
The god didn’t even look at him.
His grip tightened, and suddenly—
All the heat vanished.
Kaveh yelped, flinched—but the god held him still.
The hand on his cock went cold. As if dunked in ice. The contrast sent his mind spiraling, shoving him from the brink into torture. His body writhed. His ass clenched as the god continued pounding into him.
“Be good,” the god simply said against his neck.
And he kept fucking him.
Kaveh sobbed—high and broken—shaking uselessly from how much he needed to finish. Pinned against heat and cold and shame and pleasure so overwhelming he thought he might unravel from the inside out.
“Please, please—I can’t—ah—let me—!”
He pleaded, choked—but the god didn’t relent.
Just held him right there—cock aching, body burning—on the edge of cruelty.
When the god came—it was liquid fire.
Kaveh cried out, his back arching as the heat rushed into him, slick and heavy and searing. It coated his walls, cascaded deep. Like lava. Like a hot spring unleashed.
And then he continued fucking Kaveh.
Biting at his skin. Licking at his ear. Pulling at his hair.
Then he would jerk Kaveh off, but as soon as he was close, the heat around his shaft would turn into an ice prison.
It was maddening. Kaveh was actually going crazy.
And after what must have been hours of it—
The god finally pulled out, shooting the rest of himself over Kaveh—across his swollen cock, his flushed chest, the tremble of his thighs—
Kaveh shuddered—fragile, broken.
It burned perfectly where it landed—enough to make Kaveh moan, still chasing anything solid, anything grounding.
The god dragged a slow, scalding tongue up Kaveh’s sternum—licking his own release off Kaveh’s body, glowing gold against sweat-slicked skin.
Kaveh whimpered. His lips parted again.
“Please,” he breathed. “Please, I…”
The god only watched him.
Then—with infuriating detachment—gave two lazy strokes to Kaveh’s cock. Just enough to make him lurch upward, gasp sharp.
And then, with the first hint of a smile, the god murmured:
“I’ll return when the sun sets.”
And he disappeared.
Kaveh stayed there a while. Too stunned to move.
The chamber felt colder without the god. Like the sun had never been in it.
He jerked himself off. Quietly. Bitterly. But his hand didn’t burn the same.
And when he finally came—
—it was not satisfying at all.
The shame curled warm in his gut, deeper than the god’s come.
He cursed, low and hoarse. “Fucking asshole.”
Kaveh spent several long hours deliberating whether to leave the room.
Because what if he left and got trapped in the vast, open stretch of columns and heat and nothing again? But this room had nothing too.
Just his clothes and sweat-and-semen-stained sheets.
With a sigh, he pulled his clothes back on. His legs were sore. His thighs sticky. His whole body felt wrecked.
And he was so thirsty. Honestly, even if the god didn’t kill him—Kaveh would die from the heat and lack of hydration anyway.
Strangely enough, when he stepped out of the doors, it wasn’t to the earlier seam in the wall—it was to a proper door. He stepped back inside. Stepped back out. The door remained.
And beyond it, the palace looked... different.
It wasn’t just infinite columns and sunlit floors anymore.
There were doors now. Alcoves. Meeting halls with long tables and too many chairs.
As he walked further, the glowing floor gave way to grass. Bushes. Trees. Oranges. Figs. Grapes dangling from vines that curled like serpents. A fountain burbled quietly in the distance.
Kaveh laughed. There was still no roof above him. But the aesthetic was coming together better now.
He reached for a fig. Paused.
What if the god did smite him for stealing food?
“Eh,” Kaveh muttered. “If I’m going to die anyway, I’d rather not do it hungry.”
He bit into the fig.
His knees nearly buckled with relief. He chewed on more. He was starving. He also needed that fountain water stat.
And then—
A rustling sound.
Kaveh turned.
Chickens.
Dozens of them. Strutting along the sunlit courtyard. Some were golden. Some stark white. One had a shimmering tail like a phoenix.
Kaveh blinked. “I’m going insane.”
The chickens ignored him.
And because he’d learned his lessons—no matter how hungry he was, he didn’t cook any animal that was the sun god’s.
Kaveh had said it before—
The sun god’s cock was hot.
Sun-warmed silk. Dangerous. Delicious.
His mouth stretched open around it, taking more, trying harder. He was massive, thick enough to make Kaveh’s jaw ache, but he only sucked deeper, tongue dragging along those impossible veins like a man parched. Wet, eager slurps filled the god’s domain.
Then a hand tangled in his hair. Tight. Controlling.
“Do try to remember this is for the lives of your crew.”
The words—the voice—raked down his spine. Kaveh moaned around the cock, humiliation coating his tongue. Every bob of his head fed him more of that molten, spiced-sunlight wetness. He was sweating already, eyes fluttering, spit slicking his chin.
But he wanted more. Gods, he wanted more.
When the god came—
It scalded down his throat like boiled honey.
Kaveh coughed once. Then gasped through his nose.
The god only tugged him closer. Thumbed at his mouth. Pushed two fingers inside like checking the damage.
Kaveh didn’t resist parting his lips. Didn’t even blink. He let the god see the blister-pink of his tongue, the glow of divine seed still clinging to it.
The god groaned softly. “Scorched.”
He sounded pleased.
Then—
“Why are you frowning at a god’s blessing?”
Kaveh blinked. He hadn’t realized he was frowning.
He hesitated. “Are you… going to fuck me again?”
The god’s eyes narrowed. “You don’t ask for things.”
Kaveh's cheeks puffed. His thighs pressed together.
The god scoffed. “Shameless.”
Later, when the god did press into him—one hard, searing thrust—his heat dulled.
Spitefully. Withheld. On purpose.
Kaveh shook his teeth. “No—don’t. Keep it—please—”
“Do you not understand the meaning of punishment, mortal?”
The god pushed him down, fucked him hard. Brutal. Perfect. But the temperature never reached that mind-wrecking height again. Kaveh whined, clenched, twisted under the thrusts, but the god only raised an eyebrow.
Then—
The god left.
Just before Kaveh could come. Again.
Bathed in arrogance. Dawn light on his shoulders.
Kaveh seethed at the walls of the palace. At the perfect carvings. The endless furniture. The tables and trees and the stupid chickens.
And wished he was mean enough to break something.
He hated the sun god.
He found bread in the palace this time.
He ate all of it because the fruits could only fill him up so much.
The god will be fine. He can find more food for himself, surely.
The god came again when the sun set.
He fucked Kaveh on one of the long meeting room desks.
Then left again before Kaveh could come.
Kaveh really should have just cooked his pet chickens.
“Do you have a name?”
“No.”
“So your name is just sun god?”
“Yes.”
A beat of quiet.
“What if I wanted to moan your name? I just moan ‘sun’? That sounds weird. Like—like a child you birth—son. It even sounds like a scolding. Like a mother saying ‘Son? God.’ Like saying ‘oh my god, son’ or ‘oh my goodness—”
“Silence.”
“…”
“You may call me Alhaitham.”
It continued.
Alhaitham would appear—silent, radiant—and take him without a word.
But never let him come. Ever.
And when the sun needed shining again—he would leave Kaveh trembling. Desperate. Drenched in sweat and godly seed.
Days passed. Weeks. Kaveh didn’t know anymore.
There was no time here.
Only the god’s body—
—and then his absence.
And the dying, frustrating need to finish.
“I don’t know your name. But be very grateful I’m not eating you because I’m so hungry for meat right now.”
The chicken cocked its head. Not understanding.
Kaveh huffed, finishing the vegetables he found.
The next time Alhaitham returned, he said casually, “You should thank me. I set the sun early today. The mortals may think it the end of the world.”
Kaveh didn’t answer.
He jumped him. Right there on the pearl floors, under the darkening, roofless sky. He’d lost his mind. He didn’t care.
The god smirked—actually smirked, bastard—as Kaveh sank down onto the heat he both cursed and craved. His hole throbbed just from the hot fill.
“Ohh—yes—oh, fuck—”
Alhaitham let him rut like a desperate thing. Didn’t touch. Just observed.
“Have you waited all day?”
“Please shut—hah—shut up—mm—”
Kaveh rode him with abandon, nails digging into golden skin, sweat wetting his thighs. He chased it—moaning, grinding, panting. Every bounce made the god’s cock drag over the nerves inside him that had been aching for days.
And just as he neared the edge, as he braced himself for another cruel denial or punishment—
The god thrust up into him.
Deep. Perfect. Divine. Hitting over and over, right where it’s sensitive enough to make Kaveh’s voice shatter. His head fell back. He clutched at Alhaitham’s back like it could anchor him.
The god bit into his shoulder. Not gently. Sharp enough that Kaveh sobbed with pleasure.
“Ah—Alhaitham—please, please—don’t stop—"
The air blazed. Light flooded the space.
Kaveh came hard.
It was perfect.
A cry tore from his throat as sun filled him—inside and out. He pulsed uncontrollably, his cock painting both their stomachs.
When he finally collapsed—sweaty, trembling, ruined—the sun god hummed. “Don’t look too pleased. Remember what this is.”
Kaveh couldn’t answer. His breath came shallow. The warmth clung to him like a second skin. His nerves buzzed. He felt half-mad. Half-drunk. Smeared in radiance.
Then Alhaitham said:
“One of my cattle is gone now.”
Kaveh blinked, slowly untangling from his lap. “...I’m sorry.”
“She was a good friend,” the god murmured. “Loyal. Gentle. She listened to my stories. I raised her from a calf.”
Silence.
“I understand. I have friends I would avenge too, if they were hurt,” Kaveh said. Then winced. “Not that I—I don’t mean that I understand a god. You’ve been with them for longer, I just—”
“You’ll replace her,” Alhaitham interrupted.
Kaveh paused. “What?”
“You’ll be her replacement.”
“…A cow?” Kaveh croaked, voice dry.
“A companion,” Alhaitham corrected. “One who comes when I call. Sits at my feet. Listens. Helps me pass the years—however short your mortal life is. You may cease being a prisoner if you accept.”
Kaveh stared at him.
Eyes glazed. Brain fried. Hole still simmering. Body still buzzing from release.
He nodded slowly. “…Okay?”
The god smiled faintly. Almost—possessively?
“Good. I’ll brand you.”
“Huh. Wait—what?”
By branding, Alhaitham meant fucking Kaveh one more time.
And Kaveh really, really hoped the moon god was busy tonight. He felt guilty just looking at the stars above them.
Afterwards, when a small, glowing, winged-sun symbol appeared on Kaveh’s left hip—
He clicked his tongue. “How am I going to explain this to my mom? That I came back late and with a tattoo?”
“You passed out drunk. Your crew did it.”
“She would lecture them on consent!”
The god ignored him. He merely poked the mark and said, “When it burns, tap it twice. You’ll be transported here.”
Then he moved and sat on the nearest stone chair—lounged like he hadn’t just defiled someone’s sense of sanity.
“Let’s begin. I’m hungry. Fetch my food.”
Kaveh rolled his eyes. Fetching food for a literal deity. This was his divine punishment. But this was better than staying prisoner—or being incinerated.
He headed to one of the long columned rooms where he knew provisions often appeared—fresh bread, vegetables, dried fish.
But the smell was very distinct this time.
Kaveh froze.
Sniffed again.
Then gasped.
He grabbed the steaming platter and dashed back out to Alhaitham.
“These aren’t from the courtyard, right? RIGHT??”
The sun god once again looked at Kaveh like he was stupid. “No.”
Kaveh’s eyes lit up. He sat down. Then started tearing through the chicken roast like a man starved. Because he was. He hadn’t had meat in weeks.
The god gave him a disgusted look halfway through his own piece. “Finish it. I can’t stomach anymore.”
This was the best day of Kaveh’s life.
Well. His life this past month.
The next day, Kaveh woke up—on the island.
No marble columns. No pearl floors.
The sun still shone brightly above him.
And then he was tackled.
“T-THERE HE IS!”
“Senior Kaveh!”
“You just disappeared!”
“We thought you died!”
“You’ve been gone for so looong—hic—”
He was crushed under a school of younger scholars, all wailing, sniffling, clinging to his robe.
“We’re sorry,” someone hiccupped. “We buried the cow. We said sorry to the statue. We really did.”
Kaveh swallowed hard, heart warm. He patted their backs. “It’s okay. I’m here now. Let’s try to get home, yeah?”
And when they finally set sail again—somehow—there was a compass and map laid neatly on the deck. New. Functional. Its needle shimmered in the light.
Kaveh stared at it.
Then smiled at the sun.