Hands (Mythklok Interstitial)

[tikific]

Title: Hands (Mythklok Interstitial)
Author: tikistitch
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Lord Ganesh fixes a cocktail
Warnings: Slash, AU, OCs, swearing.
Notes: After a whole week at a new job I just needed a bit of slightly smutty fluff. I figure anybody who's anybody is over reading Hearts and Guts instead of my nonsense anyway. I'll have a real chapter up this weekend.




Though his recent death and rebirth had altered Lord Ganesh in certain surprising ways, one thing that had persisted across worlds was his particular streak of vanity. As a consequence, although he had access to the best tailors on earth, he refused to accept western style shirts constructed with any more than two sleeves, as he did not believe that they draped correctly.

This quirk would have been little matter if not for his reliance on his four armed Form for just about any activity, from opening mayonnaise jars to completing newspaper crossword puzzles. For Lord Ganesh had many arms, and they wanted for something to do. As a consequence, if he happened to be dressed in western business attire when extra limbs were called for, he would often just doff his jacket and shirt (he rarely bothered with a tie) and go about his residence in this state, a habit to which the angel, Sariel, who was often around nowadays to witness this behavior, could find absolutely no objection.

For certain quick usages, the erstwhile elephant god would sometimes simply unfasten his shirt buttons up to mid-chest and stuck the extra arms out underneath as needed. He was in this odd state of deshabille one night, standing at the bar busily mixing up a cocktail, when Sariel suddenly found himself utterly fascinated by the expanse of bare skin exposed between the top shirt buttons and Ganesh's belt, and determined that he simply had to sample this area to determine how it tasted.

"Would you like a martini, Sariel?" Ganesh inquired. He was amused to find the angel had somehow inserted himself between Ganesh and his cocktail shaker. Ganesh at first laughed softly, and then began to moan appreciatively, but then went back to giggling as Sariel's tongue met a particularly ticklish area on his belly. He said "Come here," and wrested up the now slightly annoyed angel so he was sitting on the bar. Though Sariel had gained back a bit of weight following his illness, he was still quite easy to lift if he wasn't intentionally being heavy.

Gamesh made efficient work in disrobing Sariel (another benefit of an extra pair of hands.). Following a rather enthusiastic round of groping (hands, again), he had hiked Sariel's legs up over his shoulders, and, after a brief pause to sample his martini before it grew too warm, shoved his cock very deep inside a now gasping angel. An important lesson for said angel, Lord Ganesh felt, about tangling with one of the original authors of the Kama Sutra. It was all a bit ridiculous and fun, though by the time both participants were fully satisfied, they had made rather a disaster of the bar area, as well as a mess of the themselves. Thus, Ganesh determined that a hot shower should be the next order of business before bedtime.

Ganesh stuck Sariel in the shower and turned the water on to full and hot. And then he poured a dab of shampoo into his hands and began to lather the angel's hair for him. He had started to do this back when Sariel was frightfully ill, probably out of a lack of anything else to do. When he could stand no more of Sariel's alarmingly labored breathing, he would turn the shower up as hot as he could stand, and place the angel inside to breath for while the soothing steam. It had the added benefit of coaxing his skin back to a healthy pink instead of the heart-stopping clamminess.

And then Ganesh would wash the angel's hair for him. Or scrub his back. He didn't need to. Sariel was sick, but was no invalid. But Ganesh had many hands, and wanted for something to do with them. And although Sariel habitually shrank from contact, he appeared to bear up to this treatment. So Ganesh gently scrubbed his scalp tonight, and then tipped his head under the running water.

"There we are," Ganesh murmured, as the water ran clear.

Ganesh stepped back. Sariel remained for a moment under the glorious warm water.

And then, without turning around, Sariel stepped back towards Ganesh. A cautious half step.

Gamesh froze. He waited.

And then Sariel slipped back, another half step, closer yet. And then just a tiny bit more, so his back was pressed against Ganesh.

Cautiously, Gamesh folded two arms, and then four arms, around Sariel. He had many hands, and they wanted for something to do. And so they stood that way, for a time.

Comments

[tikific.livejournal.com]

It's probably the way my twisted mind works, but all of those Hindu gods have multiple arms, and they're always depicted in erotic poses. The culture is rather different than the west it seems, where religious figures need to act so prim.