darkness_unseen | The Getaway ((RP for lost

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The Getaway ((RP for lost_todarkness))

OOC: Takes place some time after this thread.

As the long black limousine wound its way through the streets of the city, Aiden leaned against the window, watching as the towers of steel and glass and concrete slid by the view. His memory recalled holding the reins of a massive ebony chariot, with only his strength and will keeping the four coal-black chargers that drew it from careening madly out of control. The buildings passed the way the stone columns of the Underworld did, or the way the massive cyprus trees would on his rare excursions to the world above. Aiden was struck by how much the world had changed since the days when he and his kind were worshipped and feared.

But then, there were a few things that would never change. First and foremost were his duties. The cycle of life never slowed, never stopped. Thus there would never be a shortage of work for the Lord of the Underworld. Arguably second to his position in the pantheon was his unshakable love for his wife, Stefanie. The countless half-years he spent without her were torture, even to an immortal.

And at long last, Aiden's patience was beginning to run thin. He should never have believed that Deion would be able to sway Lucas and end the cycle, but Aiden had been desperate, and so had the God of Wine. Drastic measures needed to be taken.

The limousine came to a stop and Aiden exited. A young man in a conspicuously expensive suit trotted up, helping Aiden exchange his suit jacket and topcoat for a leather jacket and driving gloves. The operation had been planned to the second, the timer on Aiden's watch ticking away. At the precise moment, Aiden revved the engine of a black Jaguar XK convertible, launching the car into traffic without looking, like a shark diving into a school of fish. Exactly two minutes and ten seconds later, Aiden hauled sharply on the wheel, the car slewing to a stop in the middle of a crosswalk--

--exactly in front of Stefanie Demetrios, who had been walking from her office building to the closest gourmet coffee shop, as she did every day. The passenger door opened without a touch.

Aiden's voice was sharp and commanding. "In. Now"

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Stefanie hated being apart from her husband any amount of time. Whether it was her work with the United Nations, or his work, or her mother, or the deal that was struck... it didn't matter. She hated being apart from Aiden and didn't understand why after all these years, they couldn't find some way to be together.

Then she heard the screeching sound and her thoughts came to a stop just as the car did before her.

"What?" It was more a surprise than a question of Aiden's command than anything else, and Stefanie looked around to see who was watching. Who would know, really? Besides, he was her husband. She bit her lips and slipped inside his car, a little surprised at his tone of voice, too.

She was surprised that he had known how to find her -- both where and when.

"Aiden?" Just his name was the question that she hoped he could -- or would if he felt like it, she supposed -- answer for her.

Aiden raised a single gloved finger, his concentration for the moment focused entirely on driving. The Jaguar cut in and out of lanes, slipping around other vehicles and into gaps only barely large enough for the car for a moment, then dodging back out again. Only thirty seconds after the passenger door had closed, Aiden sent the car screaming around a corner and barreling for the entrance of a tunnel. He took a deep breath, then let it out as the they crossed into the darkness.

"Hold on," he told Stefanie. "I haven't done this before quite like this..."

A ripple of ancient power, and the tunnel became pitch black. The Jaguar's tires shuddered as smooth pavement turned into hard-packed earth and rock. Illumination returned, but it was a wan, diffuse light cast from seemingly nowhere to shine on gleaming stalactites and jagged stalagmites. The car roared along the path as it curved towards the massive gray marble palace, the line of slow-moving, pale-skinned souls only partly noticing their passage.

It was a gloomy, cool and dark realm, the place that had inspired the word "stygian" and lived up to the description. But to Aiden-- Hades-- it was home. At last, he slowed the Jaguar to a stop in front of the tall steps at the front of the palace, right where he once would park his chariot. Finally, he turned to Stefanie and smiled.

"I got sick of waiting, how about you?"

Stefanie shut her mouth, feeling a little bit chastised for having questioned Aiden at all when it was clear he was busy planning something. She simply had no idea what it was that he wanted.

But she felt the power from him and then, once in the tunnel, everything switched to black and the world above was gone. She gasped as she realized that he was kidnapping her -- again -- and bringing her back to Hades, to his world, against everyone else's wishes.

She looked over at her husband, a little worried. What would everyone do once it was discovered? How long would he keep her down in Hades with him? Yet... he smiled at her. As if he had planned this to be a perfect romantic evening with her and she should be pleased.

She was pleased; she was just worried, too.

"Yes. I'm always tired of waiting for you," she told him quietly, staying in his Jaguar for the time being. Stefanie bit her lip before finally asking Aiden, "What are you doing, though? Why did you just... take me?"

Not that it was the same as the first time, she told herself because she had been foolish back then. Aiden always knew what was best.

He expected the response. Aiden had always spent so much time apart from the rest of the family that he'd developed a habit of not considering them as often as perhaps should have, or of not being especially interested in their opinions. Stefanie, who had lived among them and had much greater ties tended to be more considerate and aware.

"Believe it or not, it has a lot to do with Alec and Eden," he told his wife. "It has been so long since all of the old problems first drove them apart, more than long enough. And so they're not hiding. Lucas granted Eden's divorce from Hamilton a long time ago, but he could rescind that any time he wished, but that's not stopping them."

Aiden opened the car door, slid out and circled around to Stefanie's side. He opened the passenger door.

"It's been long enough. You are my wife, and I am your husband, and your place is at my side, always. If and when Lucas and your mother decide to question that, we'll make them see."

She stepped out of the car carefully, despite Aiden's words of reassurance. "I don't know if Alec and Eden are the best ones to use as an example," she muttered, more to herself than to Aiden, because once he had made up his mind, it really didn't matter what she thought or said. Even she knew that.

Aiden was right; it was still a little bit odd.

She tried for a smile and looked up at him, finally running into his arms and clinging to him tightly. She liked living above-ground, so Stefanie wasn't sure if this kidnapping meant he wanted them both to stay in Hades forever, or if it was just temporary. Whichever it was, at least they had time together before anyone found out and tried to take them apart.

"I've missed you," she whispered to him, fingers lightly touching his back and then finding their way up into his hair as she looked up at him with trusting eyes.

"I know," Aiden said quietly, holding his wife as tight as he could. "It was rash and bold and probably more than a little unwise." He laughed to himself, giving Stefanie a kiss on the top of her head, not wanting to let go of her even enough to lean down, at least for the moment. "But I couldn't stand it any longer. I was trying to plan another little deception, another excuse to hide away with you for a few days and I knew it just wouldn't be enough anymore."

Looking down into her eyes, the wide and open eyes that had come to view him with so much trust and so much love, Aiden sighed. "Let's take what we can for now, at least, all right? Come on," he told Stefanie, leading her back into the palace where she still reigned as Queen, no matter how much time had passed or whether she was in residence or not. Aiden had always ensured that everyone who served him understood that.

Servants and attendants bowed and followed as they walked through the timeless halls to the royal apartments, where they were left alone.

She followed him and smiled to everyone they passed along the way, but once they were alone, that was when Stefanie truly felt like she was Queen again. She dropped her purse and pulled her heels off slowly, throwing them aside before she sat comfortably on their bed -- theirs, even though for half the year, Aiden slept in it alone.

"Well, for now, you've got me all to yourself. Again." Stefanie laughed a little, looking down, then looking back up at her husband. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Just what exactly are you going to do with me now?" She had a fairly good idea, but it was always nice to have Aiden simply say it.

Aiden smiled. The moment the door had closed behind them, it was as though he could feel the pressure and worry that followed this newest act of passion disappeared as though it had never existed. It was always easy to pretend that there was no rest of the world when in this palace, especially with Stefanie there. And that was exactly what he wanted.

"Now?" he asked, toeing off his shoes and taking a seat on the bed beside his wife. "Now, I thought I'd start making my case for your not wanting to leave."

Reaching out a hand, Aiden brushed back Stefanie's thick, richly brown hair away from the nape of her neck. He leaned forward, placing his lips near her throat and kissing the spot. He placed more all along her neck, flicking his tongue and letting his teeth just barely scrape the soft skin.

Not wanting to leave? Whenever Stefanie was anywhere near Aiden, she didn't want to leave, so she knew it wasn't going to take much on his end to keep her there.

Once his lips touched her skin, though, her eyes shut and her body shuddered in response immediately. She uncrossed her arms and slowly fell backwards onto the bed, reaching up for Aiden so that she wouldn't lose contact with him or that wonderful mouth of his.

"My lord," she murmured dreamily, "don't let me leave." Maybe if he forced her to stay again, the others wouldn't be able to stop him. Stefanie could stay in their bed while he made her his queen again...

Life pulsed beneath Aiden's lips as it coursed through Stefanie's veins. It was part of what she was, the essence of what made her an Olympian, and that feeling had been as much of what had turned Aiden's gaze to her so long ago as her physical beauty had been. When he held Stefanie, when he loved her, she made everything feel alive and warm and vital. He followed his wife to the bed.

"How shall I do that?" he murmured against Stefanie's throat. "Shall I bind you to the bed again?" At voicing the thought, the growing need in the pit of Aiden's belly sparked to life. His hand tugged at his wife's blouse and his fingers flicked open buttons until he could press his balm against her bare abdomen and silk-covered breasts.

"Or should I send the world a firmer message? A small gilded collar, with a gossamer chain for me to hold, perhaps?"

She moved against his hands, already aching with need and want from being away from Aiden for too long. His words sent Stefanie over, though, and she moaned at the thought of being tied up to his bed again, unable to move or leave while he took her body in every way possible.

"Yes," she started, but Aiden's other suggestion made her shiver and open her eyes to stare into his dark ones. A collar? She had a necklace that she'd bought and worn whenever they were apart from each other, but one that Aiden fashioned for her? Gave to her? She nodded mutely, happily, as she finished disrobing for Aiden, tossing her clothes to the side of the bed.

"Oh, yes, my lord, please, a collar," she whispered as she pictured Aiden holding it, tugging it, and she started to grow wet simply thinking about it.

He could feel the heat growing and rising within Stefanie's body, right through his hands and even through the layer of clothes that momentarily separated them. Aiden watched with devouring eyes as his wife slid from her clothes, each fasten and zip taking an eternity to be separated. But the unveiling of Stefanie's naked form was an event Aiden relished too much to rush, at least this time. He followed suit, pulling off his own shirt and trousers, sighing as his cock, grown almost painfully hard, was freed.

"I had so hoped you would say that," said Aiden, voice low and rough with barely contained lust. He reached to the small table beside the bed and set a flat black box on the covers. From it he drew a necklace made of braided and twisted white and yellow gold-- narrow in width, but strong. Aiden knelt beside Stefanie and fastened the collar about her neck.

Settling in beside Stefanie, he leaned in for a kiss, his fingers still wrapped around the collar as his lips parted his wife's and his tongue slid across hers. Aiden's body pressed close to hers, letting him feel her warmth and wetness against his leg.

She chewed on her lip as Aiden undressed and had to forcibly stop herself from reaching out to touch his cock or lick it. It had just been too long, she told herself, and that was why she was acting this way. If Aiden knew how badly she wanted him without him saying it was okay, Stefanie worried he might be unhappy with her, so she managed to simply stare at his cock.

It was enough of a distraction that she didn't notice when Aiden reached and got the collar from the box. She gasped aloud at the cool feel of it against her skin and touched it, eyes brimming with tears, as she kissed Aiden back with every bit of hunger and love he'd just given to her.

She moaned into his mouth, tongue touching his lightly, as her body began to move against Aiden's leg where it was touching her pussy. "Please," she panted finally, wanting Aiden to use the small leash on her new collar.

The sight of Stefanie's eyes shining near tears was nearly enough to move Aiden into following suit. The love that beamed from that face, all the feeling and emotions that Aiden had never been able to truly name or understand but still adored and returned, they moved him more than anything the world had ever shown him in thousands of years. Aiden poured his love and need into kissing his wife, his mouth working against hers as though it were the first and last time ever.

When she pleaded, the shift of her body not only pressed her wetness against his thigh, but caused her leg to brush against his cock. Aiden sighed and trembled with the touch.

The chain attached to Stefanie's collar seemed to grow out of the metal, rather than being attached. Aiden's hand held several loops of the thin metal rope, and he used to gently but assuredly pull Stefanie to the center of the bed. Once there, Aiden settled himself between her legs, letting the head of his cock rub against her pussy, covering himself in her juices. With the chain pulled taut, Aiden tilted his hips and sheathed himself in her.

The tug around her neck wasn't tight enough to hurt, just tight enough to make her gasp in surprise as Stefanie was moved around on the bed. She gulped once and that was when she felt the metal more, and as she opened her mouth to take a deep breath, she felt Aiden's cock slide into her.

Stefanie cried out at the feel of how hard he was in her cunt, how deep, and she wanted desperately to pull him back down to her for a kiss to show him how much she loved him. She stopped herself once again, though, because of the way Aiden held the metal so tightly, as if he wished to control every part of how he wanted to fuck her.

She held herself back, trembling beneath him like she was walking on a tightrope, ready to break or fall. "Love you," was all she choked out while her fingers dug deep into the bedsheets and she waited...

Tension. Every bit of their bodies trembled with tension, both from the pull of muscles and the taut vibration of the chain in Aiden's fist. With the soft, hot liquid of Stefanie's pussy enveloping him, it required even more tension on his part to keep from falling on his wife and fucking her senseless. At least, he told himself, for the moment.

"Love you," Aiden answered, his voice dipping low in his chest. For a few long moments, he held still, drinking in the sight of his beloved, laid before him. Then, careful to keep his cock still lodged inside of Stefanie, he swung his own legs forward until he was kneeling on the bed with his wife's legs over his hips. Aiden the pulled on the chain, bringing Stefanie up to meet him, pressing her against his chest.

With his free arm holding Stefanie in place, Aiden kept just enough tension on the chain to leave pressure on her collar. "They won't take you from me again," he swore before pushing his hips upward, thrusting his cock into Stefanie's cunt.

Again, Stefanie trembled at the tightness around her neck combined with the feel of her husband's cock inside of her. Her breasts were pressed against his bare chest and she bit her lip to keep from crying out too loudly.

He loved her. He loved her, she kept telling herself in her mind as his legs moved and she was somehow straddling him. Stefanie blinked once at his words and the implications, but Aiden knew best. Aiden would keep her here and they'd never be apart and Lucas couldn't stop him this time. She nodded and smiled. "Of course, my lord."

Then his cock pushed deeper into her cunt and Stefanie couldn't stop herself this time. She screamed at the pleasure-pain he caused her while her cunt clenched tightly around his cock, juices dripping over both of them as her head lolled back, pulling the chain even tighter.

The stiff points of Stefanie's breasts pushed against his skin as Aiden clutched her tight, his hips rolling underneath her. His cock stroked up into her, sliding easily in her wetness even as tight as she was gripping him. Pleasure rolled through him with every movement, and Aiden groaned long and loud to voice it.

Perhaps it was irresponsible of him to promise that he could keep and protect Stefanie as indefinitely as he said. Aiden couldn't help himself, not with her in his arms and in his bed and definitely not with her surrendering herself not only to his will but the collar and chain in his hands. There must be a way, Aiden swore. His resolve strengthened even if his thoughts vanished as Stefanie climaxed on him. He moaned again as her pussy tightened and rippled over his cock.

He swelled inside her. "Missed that... missed that so much," said Aiden, pressing his lips against her throat.

"Mmm," she purred as Aiden's lips touched her neck, and then Stefanie realized what she'd down and her eyes flew open. Aiden didn't seem upset at her, though, and part of her wanted to not mention it because it would spoil the moment.

But the last thing she ever wanted was to upset Aiden in any way, and it worried her that later on, he would be. Despite the fact that he'd kidnapped her and was going to keep her here, or that he'd said he loved her and missed her...

"Aiden," she whispered, crying, "I didn't wait, I came but you didn't say... forgive me, please, I'm..." She felt embarrassed. Ashamed. After thousands of years together, she had thought it was down to an art, but it seemed that Aiden could still think up new ways -- like the collar and chain -- that drove her mad with want and need.

Aiden smiled and slowed his thrusts. He placed a soft, light kiss on the end of his wife's nose, then another on her lips. "Considering the fact that I just abducted you down the underworld without even the slightest warning, I won't begrudge you a little bit of willfulness and impulsiveness," he told Stefanie, gazing at her with light in his eyes and humor in his tone. "And as I said, I very much miss feeling you come for me."

Relaxing the hand that clutched the end of Stefanie's chain, Aiden shook free a few coils, giving her enough slack to move if she wanted. "However, if you really feel like apologizing for it," Aiden said with a playfully wicked smile, "I will certainly not stop you, love."

Wiping away the tears that had fallen on her cheeks, Stefanie breathed a sigh of relief that Aiden seemed to still be in good spirits -- no, better than that, even. "I missed it, too," she told him, though it really wasn't much of a confession. She knew that Aiden already could tell.

As the chain loosened, Stefanie wrapped her arms around Aiden's neck so she could use his shoulders for support. Slowly, she started moving up and down on his cock now that he'd given her enough freedom to do it. He felt wonderful, hard, although it was nothing like when he would fuck her.

Still, she smiled as she rode his cock, her pussy tightening every now and then while she gasped. "Forgive me?" she asked him in the age-old question that had become part of what made her love him so much.

As Stefanie began to move herself, riding his cock, Aiden's appreciation showed first as a low rumble in the depths of his chest. He leaned his head forward to run his lips over her neck and the tops of her breasts as they rose and fell before him, resisting the urge to move his own hips, however slightly, to grind against hers. Aiden sighed as she asked him the question to which they both knew there was only one answer.

"Always," Aiden replied, completing the ritual exchange.

Heat and pressure grew in Aiden's belly. Taking up the slack he had given Stefanie, Aiden leaned backwards until his back touched the bed. Leaving his hand where it was, though, kept his wife upright, now leaving her straddling his hips. "I want to see you fuck me," he told Stefanie, voice growing ragged, "and for you to see me fuck you." A slight tug lowered the angle of Stefanie's head to where she could look at Aiden or down where his cock was now again being pushed up into her pussy, but nowhere else.

Her heart lept at his answer to her question, and then her stomach did a somersault as he moved them both until Stefanie had a pretty good view of his cock and how covered it was with her come as her body kept up the slow pace. "Yes, my lord," she answered him back at his demand -- because that was what they always were, and she didn't mind at all -- while her hips rose and lowered.

Her eyes moved between watching the look on Aiden's face while she fucked him to how his cock looked slipping in and out of her shaved pussy that she'd kept that way just for her husband, ever since one night long ago when he had told her how much he enjoyed looking at her clit and the soft skin around it while she touched herself for him.

The tug on the chain held her in place until Stefanie was shaking with need again, gasping at how perfect it looked to have Aiden's cock inside of her, always.

When it came to personalities, few Olympians were of more differing temperaments than Aiden and Deion. But Aiden would always be grateful for one particular instance not many years after he was first forced to share Stefanie's time with the world above when Deion had coaxed him to a party. The rutting on display had nearly driven him off when Aiden had seen a couple positioned as he and Stefanie were in that moment. Aiden had taken Stefanie that way at his first opportunity and it continued to be a favorite of them both.

"So beautiful," he murmured. "So beautiful..." Aiden gazed, spellbound as his cock, shining with his wife's come, slid and disappeared into her cunt, then drew back out. The wet pink flesh of her surrounded his darker shaft with the close-trimmed hair at the base. Aiden's view went up the soft plane of her stomach to Stefanie's firm breasts, the gold chain a line between them.

He felt the trembling, the beginning of another orgasm for her. "Yes," he said quickly, "come for me again. Cover me with it... I want you to swallow me." Just the thoughts as they were given sound drove Aiden closer to his own climax.

Stefanie moaned, nodding her head as she kept the pace deliberately slow at first, still watching her husband's cock shining and wet while she fucked him. Once Aiden told her, commanded her again, she shut her eyes tightly as she let go, the familiar burning filling her up while she began to move faster until Aiden's cock was buried to the hilt within her. Her pussy muscles tightened around him and she let out a sound that all of Hades would most likely hear as she came.

Gods, she wanted to really swallow him, too, she thought as her hips moved quicker, frantically. "Please," she begged her husband, panting as she grabbed onto the chain with one hand and yanked on it until it drew her closer to Aiden's face, a silent plea for him to come inside of her, take her, make her his again... and yes, by the Gods, keep her prisoner with his collar and leash, in his bed, anything.

"Please, my lord..."

It felt as though they had crested a hill and were now tumbling down the other side, picking up speed with each passing second. Aiden watched as Stefanie's body began to shake with the climax he'd demanded from her, his wife complying in one of the many ways that made him love her so desperately. She rose and fell on his cock with growing force, Aiden only adding to the frantic pace by pushing his hips up to meet hers, fucking her right back.

When Stefanie grasped the chain that held her, Aiden felt the very last of his resistance disappearing. Her wide, pleading eyes drove his body into faster rhythm yet until the fire and pressure in his belly was ready to explode. "I meant it, my love..." he groaned, using one hand to push Stefanie up from him and the other to haul her chain-- and with it her head-- downwards to his swollen, shining cock. "... swallow me! Take me into you!"

For a moment, Stefanie was a little frightened by Aiden's almost angry/desperate plea, but thank the Gods she didn't have the time to mull it over. As he tugged on her chain again and shoved her off and down his body, his cock was shining and wet before her mouth and she parted her lips for him.

She wanted to lick all the juices off him first, but she feared she wouldn't have enough time. Stefanie settled for a few quick licks before sucking on his cock, tasting herself on him as she felt Aiden lose the control he had warned her about in his tone.

She hummed happily against him as her head bobbed up and down, keeping up the quick pace that he had set while he fucked her not one minute earlier.

Aiden groaned in desperate satisfaction as Stefanie dragged her tongue across the underside of his cock before surrounding him with her mouth. "Yes... oh, gods, yes..." he moaned, shifting his hips just slightly as his wife's lips slid up and down his shaft. He could feel Stefanie's tongue still moving against him, still drawing her come off of his shaft as her movements gained speed.

"Take it," said Aiden, his voice a rumbling growl, "take all of me... I give... Give you all..."

He was nearly babbling, but Aiden wanted her to understand. It wasn't simply that he found it intensely arousing to have her suck his cock this way, though he did. Everything he had, everything he was, was hers. As the bobbing of Stefanie's head reached fever pitch, Aiden exploded. With an arch of his body, he let loose, flooding her mouth. Aiden roared and clawed at the bed sheets as he came.

A few moments later, his body turned boneless as he slumped flat.

She heard what Aiden said, but it took Stefanie a bit later to really understand what he'd meant. In that moment, all she wanted was to make him happy, to make sure that when he came, it was so perfect that he would never let her go back to the upperworld.

As he filled her mouth with so much come she nearly gagged, Stefanie knew he would keep her.

Slowly, she swallowed every bit of it, then licked his cock clean to make sure she got every drop of his come. She was panting for breath when she was done, and still uncertain what he wanted next. She touched the collar and the chain that went with it, and looked up from her position between Aiden's legs at him, waiting. He held her, literally, in his hands as he always had from the start.

But now he held her in another, different, more tanglible way.

It took at least a half dozen tries before Aiden found his breaths long and deep enough to be able to think. He raised his head from the bed and gazed at one of the most breathtaking sights he'd ever laid eyes on. Stefanie looked up at him, her eyes as wide as saucers and in them, everything she felt. Aiden saw love and adoration, desire and satisfaction, and the knowledge that they should and never would be parted again, no matter how long. And he knew she would see the same things in his.

Aiden gently used the chain still clutched in one hand to draw her up until Stefanie's body was stretched out and molded against his. He curled an arm around her back and held her tight, bending his neck to cover her mouth with his. Deepening the kiss and tasting them both on Stefanie's tongue, Aiden then let his head fall back again.

"Now, of course," he said quietly, "the rules say you must stay here forever now." Aiden smiled, referring to the old rule that meant nothing when compared to their determination to stay, but was still a shared moment between husband and wife. "Forever," Aiden repeated, pulling Stefanie close again.

Let Lucas say different. This time, they would win.

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