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Hades and Beelzebub were in the latter’s lab; apparently, the Lord of the Flies had a bit of a fetish for spying on his beloved when he was in his lab: he liked to watch him, he liked to listen to him, he liked to know everything about him.
That’s right, the Lord of the Flies was obsessed with his little spark, and no one could take that away from him.
“Beelzebub?” Hades entered his gloomy friend’s lab.
He saw him sitting in front of a huge screen with a cup of black coffee. He approached him with an air of authority and looked at him disapprovingly as he crossed his arms.
“What?” The demon looked up seriously, as if spying on his beloved weren’t a bad thing.
“You should stop spying on Nikola; one of these days you’re going to regret it,” he sighed, shaking his head.
“Qin Shi Huang is with Nikola right now,” he said with a slight smile.
Upon hearing this, he opened his eyes and, without a trace of shame, said:
“Make some room for me, Beelzebub.” He sat down on the other empty couch, crossed his legs, and noticed how his friend was looking at him with a hint of mockery. “Do you have something to say, Beelzebub?”
“I didn’t say anything.” He curled his lips.
“And don’t say a word.” He crossed his arms.
It was true, the King of the Underworld often wanted to know what his beloved little husband was up to, but since he was too embarrassed to order someone to spy on him, he often gave up on the idea.
Now was his chance to “investigate” what his husband was doing when he wasn’t watching him.
And so, the two of them set out to listen and watch what their humans were doing.
In Nikola Tesla’s laboratory:
Both humans were sitting on the lab’s sofas, and, strange as it seemed, both had serious expressions—especially the Son of Light, who sat with his arms and legs crossed, looking dignified.
“I’m telling you, Qin, I still don’t know what to do.”
“Why don’t you explain it to Beelzebub?” He tilted his head; it was very obvious to him, and what his friend wanted made no sense.
“I thought about it, but… what if I hurt his feelings?” he snorted. “I don’t want Beelzebub to think badly of me.”
In Beelzebub’s lab:
“Oh…” the King said uncertainly. “What are they talking about?”
“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he frowned. “When I turned on the screen, those two were already talking about I don’t know what.”
“Looks like Nikola did something wrong,” he chuckled under his breath, watching as his depressing friend jumped in surprise.
In Nikola Tesla's laboratory:
“Just tell him.” He shrugged. “I don't think he'll get mad.”
“You think so, Qin?” He looked up, searching for an answer.
“Of course. Knowing him, he’ll definitely help you find a solution.” He smiled.
“How do you expect me to tell him that it doesn’t satisfy me?” He frowned, uncrossed his arms, and scratched the bridge of his nose.
“Hmm…” He rubbed his chin. “Just the way you’re telling me, Niko.”
“Do you want me to tell him it’s short and thin and that’s why it doesn’t satisfy me?” Tesla asked, annoyed. How was he supposed to say that without making his demon feel bad for failing?
In Beelzebub’s laboratory:
As soon as the Lord of the Flies heard that, he spat out his coffee forcefully, staining the entire floor with a long trail of bitter coffee.
“Nikola?” His voice trembled. Did his little spark really think that?
But he’d never told him that—on the contrary, he always watched as his human begged for more and collapsed when they finished having sex.
“That must be painful for your manhood, Beelzebub,” Hades teased a little.
He took a sip from his glass of wine more expensive than Qin Shi Huang’s clothes and continued watching his friend sink into despair; finding out from someone else that his little spark wasn’t satisfied must be painful.
He would have kept mocking his depressed adopted friend if he hadn’t heard his small, troublesome husband.
“Are you serious, Qin?!”
In Nikola Tesla’s laboratory:
“Why don’t you ask Hades for it?” Qin asked innocently, watching as his friend turned his gaze toward him.
“Does Hades have a thick and long one?” Nikola returned the question with a slight smile.
"If that’s the case, do you think Hades could satisfy me?"
"That’s true…" Qin admitted. "Hades doesn’t have a thick and long one either; I don’t think it’ll be enough for you. In fact, he often leaves me empty because what he has isn’t enough for me".
"Sparks, then he won’t satisfy me either." he complained.
In Beelzebub’s lab:
Now it was the incarnation of Satan’s turn to tease his friend, though that didn’t change the fact that his Nikola had mentioned that he was small.
“I can’t believe Qin made me that offer,” Hades snorted, bringing a hand to his face.
“Let’s not forget that he also said you’re small,” he added with a chuckle.
“Shut up,” he replied indignantly.
“But putting that aside, I also can’t believe Nikola was willing to accept Qin Shi Huang’s offer,” he said, looking down uncertainly.
After that last remark, both gods fell silent in an uncomfortable, deathly, and tense silence, thinking that their humans weren’t satisfied sexually.
They would have remained in their depressive bubble, convinced that their penises were small, if it weren’t for the fact that their partners kept talking.
In Nikola Tesla’s laboratory:
“Do you think Poseidon’s got it big and thick?” Nikola asked hesitantly, resting a hand on his chin.
“Now that you mention it… We should ask Sasaki to share a photo with us,” Qin agreed, pulling out his cell phone. “Or maybe Hades knows if his brother’s big and thick.”
“I hope so,” he sighed dejectedly; he didn’t want his demon to feel bad, but there was no other option. “I want him to shove it all the way in to fill me up.”
“Did you try pulling or stretching Beelzebub’s?” he asked hesitantly, tilting his head.
“Of course I tried, but it’s no use if it doesn’t satisfy me,” he frowned.
“Hey, Niko,” he smiled mockingly. “Does Poseidon’s have spines?”
“Why do you ask?” he looked at him seriously but with a hint of curiosity.
“Just think about it, Niko. Poseidon is the tyrant of the seas; it would make sense for him to have one with spines, like a pufferfish.”
“If it has spines, I’m going to get pricked when I stick it in.” He shook his head immediately; he couldn’t see himself getting pricked.
In Beelzebub’s lab:
“Why do you want to know if my younger brother’s penis has spines?!” Hades got worked up; he almost wanted to storm out of the Lord of the Flies’ lab to pull his husband’s ears.
“I… I don’t know how to feel about this…” Beelzebub looked down sadly. Did his human really want to be unfaithful to him? It didn’t make sense.
And then he imagined it.
He imagined his little spark having sex with Poseidon; he pictured him beneath Poseidon as Poseidon penetrated him intensely, and that alone made him shut his eyes tightly. He clenched the cup until he shattered it, spilling all the coffee.
“Beelzebub?” He looked at him with a touch of pity; he couldn’t believe that the wizard of humanity would look elsewhere for satisfaction instead of explaining things to the demon.
“I need to talk to Nikola.” His eyes darkened; he couldn’t believe it. “I’m sure this is a misunderstanding.”
And, before Hades could say anything else, he heard his husband’s voice.
In Nikola Tesla’s laboratory:
“Oh! Sasaki has already replied,” said the former emperor of China, holding his cell phone.
“What does it say?” Tesla stood up and walked over to his friend to sit next to him. “I want to see it, too.”
“Well…” he read the message. “It’s a shame it doesn’t have any thorns.”
Without saying another word, he showed the photo to his friend. For his part, Tesla examined the image very carefully, as if he were considering whether it might be useful to him.
“But it’s not long and thick, I’d say it looks flaccid and discolored.”
In Beelzebub’s lab:
“Nikola?!” Now the demon was the one taken by surprise. Was he really looking at someone else’s penis?
“I can’t believe Sasaki have sent him a photo of Poseidon’s private parts. When he finds out about this, there’s going to be a huge problem.” He brought a hand to his face; he was tired of it all.
“Damn it, I can’t see what’s in the photo from here.” He complained, zooming in to try to make out the image.
“Beelzebub?” He looked at him in disbelief, his face almost stunned.
“I just want to make sure I’m not misunderstanding anything.” He swallowed hard. “Although I also want to know if Poseidon’s penis has thorns.”
“What?” He looked away in disgust. Were they all crazy or what?
“Nothing.” He looked away.
He stopped zooming in and went back to watching what was happening with his human. He wanted to run out and find out what was going on; he wanted Nikola to explain everything to him. If his little spark were cheating on him and denied it, he’d believe her without a second thought.
In Nikola Tesla’s lab:
“Who else can we ask if he’s got a long, thick one?” Nikola hesitated, his hand on his chin, looking very serious.
“Adamas?” Qin blurted out the first name that came to mind.
“No, I already checked Adamas’s, and it didn’t even fit it was too short,” he said sternly; he didn’t want anything that wouldn’t fill him up properly.
“Did Adamas put it in you?” he asked, surprised.
“No,” he denied, noticing that his friend was also thinking of someone else. “I just said it didn’t even go in a little bit. Besides, if I ask for it again, Beelzebub will get mad at me.”
“Well, I did tell Adamas to put it in me, and you’re right it wasn’t enough.” He leaned back on the couch. “You should tell Beelzebub to make him a really long and thick one.”
In Beelzebub’s lab:
“It can’t be, Qin…” Hades slumped onto the couch, sitting there in utter disappointment. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“We should go ask them what’s going on,” Beelzebub added, on the verge of a breakdown.
The first thing he’d do would be to punch Adamas for trying to overstep his bounds with his little spark, and then he’d turn him into a toilet for not telling him what Nikola was trying to do.
They were about to head out to the Son of Light’s lab to demand answers, but they stopped when they heard their humans.
Now it all made sense.
In Nikola Tesla’s lab:
“At this rate, we won’t find a hose that can supply us with water from the underworld.” Nikola leaned back against the sofa, crossed his arms, and let out a deep sigh.
“I keep saying you should ask Beelzebub to build you another one. The one he gave you is too short and thin it can’t fill the barrels we set up at the castle,” Qin said matter of factly.
“You’re right, but I didn’t want to hurt his feelings… “I can make one, but… Beelzebub’s is more efficient.” He sighed in defeat. “Don’t ask Hades for the hose anymore; I’ll ask Beelzebub to help me. I just hope he doesn’t get mad.”
“Why would he get mad over a hose?” he scoffed.
In Beelzebub’s lab:
“All this time you were talking about a hose?” Hades asked incredulously; he wanted to pull his little husband’s ears for not stating things clearly.
“I knew it... I knew Nikola couldn’t be unfaithful to me,” Beelzebub breathed calmly.
“But that doesn’t change the fact that I almost had a heart attack.”
From that day on, both Beelzebub and Hades reconsidered whether it was a good idea to keep spying on them.
Even so, Beelzebub continued to spy on his little spark.
“I’ll always be watching you, Nikola.”