Grup chases after Mars, and Mars feels the tremble in the ground.
The orc moves as quickly as he can without injuring any of the soft humans around him. He wrinkles his nose, longing to be home. His body aches from the weightlifting competition, but he also feels an ache inside his body from the endorphins and adrenaline. His 6-chambered heart beating fast.
While Mars just walks forward and people move instinctively out of his way. Grup has to often grab people and move them. But soon he catches up to Mars at the elevator. His body was desperate for a fight to burn off his energy and mars the perfect victim.
“What do you want…” Mars says, pressing the button for the second floor. He turns and glares at the throbbing body of Grup. the way the green muscles pulse with each beat of his heart. The way there is a thin coat of sweat on his body. Mars looks away as the doors open. He feels ashamed.
“You did good out there,” Grup says, flexing his arm muscle. “Not as good as me, but you did good.”
Mars sneers at him, “Go back to your hobbit hole, orc.”
The Grup laughs. “Oh, is that the best you can do?”
Mars stops himself from taking the swing, and the doors beep as they begin to open. Mars transfers the energy of the punch into walking out the elevator and hurrying down the hallways.
Grup follows after.
“Oh, oh, this is good; they reek of testosterone and lust…” Eros says to his blue-winged brother, Pothos.
Lounging in a chair reading a book he found on the floor. “Just do it already,” he says dismissively, flipping the pages, not really reading the text, just experiencing the joy of flipping a page in an old book. He looks up, his curly hair bouncing as he moves.
Eros shrugs and smiles, his white teeth glistening as he pulls his gun from his pocket and points it at Grups’s back and puts a bullet through his heart and into Mars’s “ahhh Satisfying,” he says, putting the gun away.
“How long do you think they will go at it?” Pothos laments, setting the book down.
“Not that long. Mars is a god; he should shake it in less than 4 hours.” Eros says, sitting in the chair across from his brothers. “Where the hell is the damn door? More importantly, why is Psyche here?”
Mars stops at his apartment door and turns around face-to-face with Grup. “What the hell do you want? Do you need me to kick your ass?”
“I want you to get over your petty anger towards me. If we were on my planet, we would fight or fuck to resolve this.” Grup says putting his face close to Mars.
Mars, unable to contain his anger any longer, lets it all flood out into a swing to punch Grup in the gut.
Grup catches the punch in both hands with a grunt, his body sliding on the polished floor. “Then let’s fight,” Mars shouts at Grup.
Grup smirks and punches Mars in the face, his knuckles making the god’s head snap back as he reaches for the door handle.
Mars reaches back to punch Grup again, but the spot Mars was just in is vacant as he ducked sideways into the now open motel room door. Grup falls forward as he pivots to punch Mars again, and they fall together into the motel room.
Grup lands on top of Mars. “Here, I thought you would choose to fuck like a man.” He grabs the god’s shoulders and slams them down to the ground.
“I don’t like men,” Mars rages, and he punches Grup in the face again.
Grup grunts the abuse to his face, bringing up old memories. “You punch like the first virgin I was ever with.”
Mars seethes at the notion of being called a virgin. He retaliates with a punch to the face again.
Grup grabs Mars’s hands and holds them out of the way as he headbutts the god. He roars as he feels the pain. His body flooding his cock with blood.
Mars can feel Grup’s erection pulsing on him and wrestles his hands free from the orc. He pushes down on Grup to make room between himself and the green muscle-bound monstrosity and punches him in the belly.
This time Grup is too slow, and a whoosh of air is released from Grup’s lungs, Mars stands up towering over him.
“You think you can just walk away from me? This isn’t over until one of us is unconscious or filled with cum, and it won’t be me,” Grup roars and stands up, one arm holding his stomach.
Mars’s skin prickles as he feels an attraction; he can’t deny the thought of being filled with Grups enormous cock. “No, that’s wrong! I am a warrior!” Mars roars in return, turning around, but before he gets a quarter of the way turned around, he is slammed to the floor.
Grup is faster, knocking him onto his belly on the floor. Grup wheezes. He presses himself to Mars’s ass through the layers of clothing. “Let’s fuck like men and regain our valor.”
Mars feels the erection pressing into him; he can feel it’s large and it’s hot. He hates himself for getting one in return. “What the hell?” Mars shouts, pushing Grup away and standing up.
Grup follows him to his feet and approaches Mars. “Coward!” he shouts in the god of war’s ear and punches him in the kidney.
Mars gasps in pain and stumbles toward the bed. He sits down, holding his side. “Fucking fantasy creature,” Mars shouts at the orc. “GET OUT,” Mars shouts as he slowly heals the damage from the punch. “I am tired of you ruining everything. I hate you so much,” he says quietly.
“I hate you more!” Grup roars, his sharp fangs chomping together inches from Mars’s face. He pushes Mars backwards onto the bed and mounts him, Mars’s cock pressing against Grups taint. He grinds his hips slowly as he feels the god’s cock swelling.
For a moment they stare at each other, Grup snorting his hot breath out and Mars trying to think of an excuse for the sexual carnage about to happen.
Grup roars and grabs Mars by the hips and rubs his dick against his. “I choose fuck,” he says, tearing at Mars’s clothes. The gods’ pants don’t survive long, and the underwear go next. Grup rips his own shorts off afterwords their cocks rub against each other.
“I hate you,” Mars whispers as he feels the pleasure of rubbing together flood his mind. “I hate you so much.” He reaches down and wraps his hands around both of their cocks and strokes them together.
Grup moans, “I love you too, Mars,” he whispers in return, arching his back, his cock easily 5 inches longer than the gods.
In the second floor lobby Himeros sighs to himself “4 hours of this brother we will need to go elsewhere”
