Yeosang clicked the door to his flat shut behind him quietly. He exhaled into the empty space of his hallway, then he slipped out of his slippers to pad into his home.

He thought it might feel foreign to him now. As detached as the space in his own body.

But everything was the same as always. His plants, his furniture, his books. His life hadn't changed. Only his awareness of the god inside him did. The god and all the misfortune he came with.

Even the other god lazing on his couch was a sight like a home by now. When he looked up, Yeosang was just tired of it all. Jongho understood his situation best and at the same time, he didn't. Yeosang wanted to bury in Wooyoung's arms and have him pet his hair, coo at him to soothe him, but Wooyoung would never have to bear this burden.

"Did you tell them?" Jongho asked when Yeosang slowly crossed his flat, lost in what to do with himself. He might just sit down and continue his research about Seth. He wouldn't find sleep anyway. Too scared when the snake might come. Too worried to find San and his kittens dead outside; a warning signal.

Maybe they could find something tomorrow. Anything.

"No... I couldn't. I don't want to burden them," Yeosang admitted as he powered up his laptop and poured himself some juice. He also prepared a second glass for Jongho.

"Not too easy, being a god with human shortcomings," Jongho commented, so empathetic in all the aspects Yeosang needed no empathy for.

Exhausted, Yeosang rubbed his forehead. He was tired, but he couldn't rest. The letters on the screen blurred since he had been staring at them for too long today already. Everything was becoming too much.

With a deep sigh, he sipped his juice. It was dark out; the nights dawning on them sooner and sooner. Hungrier. Darker. Yeosang was never afraid of the dark, but now he feared whatever was coming with it.

Tormented, he closed his eyes, tried to will it away. He was at home and he was safe. His plants. Jongho over there. A friend and roommate over being a god right now.

"I don't even want to think about it. About Ra and Apep or even that you are a god. I just want to forget," Yeosang murmured into his glass. He didn't look up when the couch rustled, spacing out because his brain was so done with this nonsense.

But when Jongho spoke again, his voice was suddenly much closer.

"We could arrange something for that."

Yeosang startled when a hand grabbed his wrist, carefully lowering the glass onto the countertop before he would drop it. His heated skin made Yeosang nervous immediately, and he awkwardly shuffled against the grip on him.

"W-What are you doing?" He muttered, not sure how to interpret the intense stare from those dark eyes. Jongho wore his sweat jacket open, always torn between wanting to go naked and freezing to death. Desperate not to look at the sliver of bare skin, Yeosang glimpsed around his room.

Jongho was too close. Seemingly taking over the entire room with his heat, though they stood crowded against the kitchen counter. Yeosang didn't have much room to dodge him, but he didn't try to flee, not yet. After their hug last night, this warmth had something soothing.

Searching eyes studied Yeosang's expression. The shy flutter of his eyes as an attractive person huddled into him. The blush on his cheeks. Jongho knew Yeosang wasn't innocent. And the immediate distraction worked.

"Did you ever want to taste the kiss of a god?"

The heat that erupted in Yeosang's cheeks spread to his ears and to his nape. He was at a loss for words for a moment, just staring at the ground with unseeing eyes while he tried to process what he heard. By now, he wasn't even sure anymore how to interpret the mixture of emotions swirling in his belly. He was excited since Jongho was so different and since Yeosang just wanted to shut off his brain for a while, as he usually would do with San. At the same time, he was offended, since it was also Anubis who didn't care for him and would throw Yeosang into a harem if he could.

Then there was also Seonghwa. Sweet Seonghwa, with whom Yeosang might never get a proper chance. Who deserved only the best, but even as a god, Yeosang couldn't save him.

It was a lot at once. But Yeosang didn't immediately pull away.

"We talked about this before. Not joining your harem," he said, voice squeakier than he had hoped it to be. The smirk that dashed over Jongho's lips had picked up on it. Indignant, Yeosang tugged on his hand without much force and Jongho stepped even closer until the fabric of their clothes brushed.

"Are you certain? Your mouth says something else than your body." His whisper was that of a devil, melodious and taunting and only making Yeosang squirm more.

"G-Go away, Jongho. I don't trust you," he protested, not even convincing himself when he pushed his other hand against Jongho's chest. The firm muscle caught the little force and his heat attracted Yeosang like a magnet, making his hand linger.

He couldn't deny how curious he was. How Jongho handled sex, or even romance. With San, it had only ever been a human experience. But Anubis would be different, was much haughtier about his divine heritage. The world could be ending tomorrow, but did Yeosang dare do whatever he desired without regard for his morals and dedication to Seonghwa?

But what of it? If they all died, he couldn't just walk over and ask Seonghwa to pretend to be his boyfriend until the end.

"Is the flush of your cheeks not aware of me? Your lingering glances not curious? This doesn't have to be anything more than the pleasure of the flesh," Jongho also whispered in his ear, making the spiral even worse. Yeosang was too tired to think clearly, too surrounded by Jongho's scent and his heat and the bulk of his body before him. Different from Seonghwa. Not as delicate and fragile. Not something to be cherished.

Yeosang always liked that most about San. How he was bigger and stronger and could make Yeosang feel so safe.

Exactly what was happening right now, and Jongho knew.

"Seonghwa is... He..." Yeosang stuttered, not computing right anymore. He felt the press of Jongho's fingers against his skin, his breath against Yeosang's forehead.

The god's playful smile enjoyed the effect he had on Yeosang.

"He has yet to make you his. Besides, you cannot dare put me in the same category as him." With an arrogant tilt of his chin, Jongho stared down at him, waiting for his answer. Despite his many promises (threats?) to put Yeosang into his harem, he never forced him to his will.

Yeosang had to remember he wasn't human. But for not being human, he treated Yeosang with respect. For being so arrogant, he listened to Yeosang's instructions and was here for him, even now.

Was it so bad that Yeosang wanted to let loose for a while? That he wanted to be happy, live for however much time he had left? Anubis would carry his remains into the next life and they might meet again, but for the human Yeosang, these were his last breaths.

"Will you devour me? Because I am Ra?" Yeosang asked, gathering his courage to peer into Jongho's face. The smile on his lips was still playful. Enjoying how Yeosang squirmed for him, just how he suspected since long ago.

"I am not the one who does that. But I would like to have a taste of your warmth, if you would be so gracious to share," he replied, probably scoring higher than ever before by sleeping with Ra.

Yeosang did his best not to think about the incestuous background of that relationship. He had nothing to do with that.

He bit his lip instead, shyly looking down between them. The tan skin of Jongho's smooth flesh, every breath almost brushing their bodies together. Temptation was so tangible. The promise of pleasure and diversion so attractive.

"I'm not sure about this... Do you sleep with Ra or with me? I may not be what you imagine getting out of this," he double-checked. Yeosang didn't want to be a trophy, even if he also only agreed to his advantage. He still wanted to be Yeosang.

But Jongho wasn't worried about that.

"It is the one trembling for my touch I would like to have," he declared, never beating around the bush. When Yeosang ducked between his shoulders in another bout of shyness, helpless what to do with this god aside from giggling nervously, Jongho reached for his hip with his free hand. There was courage in his grip, security, when he decidedly drew Yeosang against his body to make him feel Jongho's shape, his warmth. Putty in his grip, Yeosang enjoyed how caged he felt, how every other worry bled out of his mind.

"Pretty please?" Jongho added with an irresistible pout and he guided Yeosang's wrist over so he could press a kiss to his knuckles. Yeosang's fingers twitched weakly.

His resistance was crumbling. Jongho was so attractive, handsome as a human, and even with his godly arrogance. Yeosang's knees were weak, and he felt himself sink into his grip more and more, forgetting everything else.

"I-" He began, mortified how easily he gave in. Smug, Jongho grinned back at him with his fathomless eyes, devouring the sight of Yeosang's insecurity in his own way.

"You have a god begging for you. You must feel powerful," he growled, and the lightest scratch of his real voice smashed right through Yeosang's final barrier.

His hands found that soft hair, the broad shoulders. Yanked Jongho closer the same moment he ducked in, ravenous for his meal. Their lips crashed painfully, too eager, too hastily, but Yeosang moaned right into the feeling.

Jongho shoved him up against the kitchen counter, fully trapping Yeosang in his arms. His fingers squeezed at Yeosang's waist, appreciating his slender built in his strong grip, before he yanked at Yeosang's sweater, impatient to get underneath.

Yeosang squealed when he was suddenly picked up and seated on his kitchen counter. Jongho came right after him, filling the space between his legs as Yeosang pulled him in for another kiss, so invested with the taste of him. His soft lips, the little sighs tumbling from him as he finally got his hands on Yeosang. It was feverish and addictive, wiping Yeosang's mind clear.

When Jongho pulled from him to make sure Yeosang was consenting properly, he smirked at Yeosang's body, which so eagerly arched into him, begging for touch. Happy to provide, he roamed his big hands over every part of him, squeezed Yeosang's behind when he pulled their middles flush.

"So... The food guy? Bastet?" Jongho whispered against his neck as he nibbled on the skin there. Yeosang tilted his head away to give him more access. Sighed at the pleasurable sting of a mark.

"Being a virgin was embarrassing at my age. It was nothing special," he got out, only to be met with a barked laugh.

"Because there was no passion. Let me show you how it's done."

Yeosang startled out of his skin when Jongho suddenly shifted right in front of him. His entire size grew broader, towering higher. The black snout wetly pressed below Yeosang's ear when a hand seized his ankle to hold Yeosang in position, wrapping around his leg without effort.

Spooked, Yeosang leaned away when he was pulled against this body instead, suddenly so close to an even more undressed god.

"W-Wait! Why are you... This?" He got out, shy and turned on and not even sure anymore what they were doing.

A hot tongue lapped at his neck. It was longer now, broad and rough, and Yeosang shuddered when his mind jumped to other places where it could lick him.

"I am more comfortable in my own skin. And can use it better. Do you dislike it?" Anubis growled against him, his body so big where it pressed Yeosang's thighs open.

Yeosang gulped.

"It's umm, it's not- It's not very human. It might not match," he whispered, scared to infuriate Anubis in this form but also so lost with himself as he just wanted to fall back and expose himself to the attractive god.

The hand on his leg hauled him impossibly closer. Felt the interested twitch of Yeosang's middle against the hard ridges of his abs.

Fuck, he would be huge if that hidden part of him matched his proportions. Fuck fuck fuck.

"Don't worry, little one. It will match. So?"

Tormented, Yeosang bit his lip. He couldn't resist. He wanted to know so badly. Couldn't even think straight anymore now.

"F-Fine. Let's try this," he gave in and Anubis dawned on him with his wicked grin, about to show him the stars.

It was alright. Seonghwa and Yeosang weren't promised to each other yet. It was just this once.

As the tension with Jongho finally melted into the desire they had been dancing around for so long, Yeosang allowed himself to fall into him.