Page 5 of Found In Destruction

She’ll never see me as her hero again.

That was the last thought I had before falling into a restless sleep.

“Feathers… FEATHERS,”Ares shouted at me, shaking me hard enough that my head lolled to the side. My breath was thick and heavy with morning funk, and existing still hurt. “Get the fuck out of bed. We have work to do!”

Ares threw his bag of chips onto the bedside table, then climbed into bed, ripping my blanket off. I rolled away from him, trying to hide myself. The longer Diana was gone, the more depressed I felt. The more broken my heart was. The less motivation I had to do anything, least of all get out of bed. Even for Ares.

“What are you talking about?” I was careful in how I spoke to him, because he was just as hurt and broken as I was. I didn’t want my negativity to kill his spirit. He had slowly and invasively grown on me, like an obnoxious, handsome ivy that had the occasional emotional outburst.

The fact that he sounded so happy should have made me feel hopeful, but it just made me angry. Every lead we had on her whereabouts so far has been a dead end. I gave my hopes up only to have them torn down every time. I wasn’t sure I could do it again.

“Our F-I-L wants us to meet, ASAP. He found a way to fix this and get her back. Come on!” He prodded me, pulling me out of bed by my ankles.

The day I called Lucifer my father in law was the day Heaven voluntarily set itself on fire.

It was cute that Ares liked him so much, but I wasn’t sure if I’d ever fully cozy up to the man who hurt Michael so badly and influenced me to keep such a big secret from his daughter. Tolerating him was barely attainable for me.

When I flopped onto the floor, he scooped me up and dumped me in the shower. Thankfully I landed on my feet, keeping myself upright by clinging to the sunken shelf when cold water hit me.

“Ares!” I shouted. “What the fuck?”

“Hold on, hold on,” he said before waltzing into the shower buck naked. He snapped, and the water got warmer, reaching the perfect temperature.

“What are you doing?” I hissed as he started to wash himself with soap, a goofy smile on his face.

“Um, showering, which you should be doing too. You smell like a gym sock–the funky kind, not the chunky kind, if you catch my drift.” He winked as he worked the lather behind his neck. “Diana prefers men who smell good, you know.”

“She isn’t here, Ares. She may never come back,” I lamented, knowing it was my fault she ran from us into another time period.

“You’re such a Cancer, it’s ridiculous. So deep in those emotions, you ridiculous, winged man,” he laughed as he ran a bubbly hand over his pecks, through his chest hair.

“You’re a Greek god. Why do you believe in star signs? Didn’t that come after your time?” I ask, trying to distract myself from the path his hand made as he soaped up his abs.

“That’s one thing the Romans did right. The star signs are real, and mine describes me perfectly.” I struggled to maintain eye contact because he’d moved on to lathering up his hard junk, which was big enough that it literally reached his abs. “I’m a Sagittarius with an Aries moon and a Leo rising, if you’re wondering.”

I wasn’t sure what the other two things meant, but Sagittarius fit him. He had the adventurous spirit, can-do attitude, and that crazy personality the sign was famous for.

“Okay,” I said before clearing my throat and turning away from him to grab a hair tie on the other shelf. Washing my hair would take a while, so I pulled it back. The soap we used smelled fresh, like clean linen, and I lathered it in my hands slowly. Maybe Lucifer came up with a solution, and this would be it. She’d come back to us.

“You’ll see, Feathers. She’s going to come home eventually, and we’ll be ready when she does.” Ares seemed so confident in something I didn’t think would happen.

Two large, hot hands scrubbed my shoulders, trailing down to my sides before grasping my hips.

“What are you doing?” I hadn’t let myself feel anything remotely pleasurable since Diana left. Partly out of sadness, but also as a punishment. I didn’t deserve to feel anything other than disdain toward myself.

“Washing you, since you’re taking too long to get it done,” he rasped. His hard length dug into my lower back as his lips ghosted over the shell of my ear. “You took good care of me these past few months, let me take care of you.”

The whole shower was charged with sexual tension and I had no clue what to do with it. His hand wrapped around my hardness, and I exhaled a deep, heavy breath. His slow, steady strokes felt so good, his body was warm against mine. I melted into him, letting go of some of the anger and despair that clouded me since we drove her away. His lips left scorching kisses on my neck, and I groaned. I had wondered what they felt like before, especially during the late nights we spent talking in bed, but never allowed myself to taste him. His lips were so plump and soft, yet hard and unyielding, just like the man himself.

“Ares…” I moaned as he picked up his pace. I gasped when he rolled his thumb over my head, swiping it through the precum there.

“You’re so fucking hot. Kind and giving. You’re sogood. I’ve wanted this goodness in my life for such a long time,” he said as he palmed my ass, kissing me into oblivion. “I want you. These cheeks,fuck,” he grunted as he ran his free hand over my ass.

The water got hotter, beating down on us as we connected in this new, more intimate way. It felt natural to be held by him, to feel his body against mine. We were both glowing, his more brilliant gold stark against my more muted silver. I felt some of the heavy, suffocating sadness that plagued my waking moments lift, being replaced by a pleasure I never thought I’d feel again. It built inside me, making me feel the positive energy I was sure abandoned me along with Diana. It grew so intense, so consuming, that I turned in his arms, looking him in the eye.

“Can you handle this?” he asked in a deep, rasping voice as he fisted his cock. “Do you want me, Feathers?”

Yes.

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