Zeus Had Been On Guard Just As Much As Hades Had. The Brothers Had A Bit Of A Stressful Relationship

The beggar shrugged, "it doesn't hurt to try. Do you have water to share?" He coughs a bit, testing the heart of the other.

A man of jokes, I see. What reason would Jupiter himself have to come see a poor humble artist such as myself? 

"Hiiii~" Aphrodite waved over to Zeus.

"Aphrodite, your beauty is still unmatched as ever," a smug grin had spread across his lips.

"Was it not you, yourself that chose your faith? You make it seem as if I had exiled you to rule the Underworld when it was your own hand that picked your faith."

The ruler of the Olympians eyed his brother, not budging and standing in place. Showing that he has no fear of the other and if a fight were to break out, the others would quickly show up to protect their Father.

He stopped, as if considering his brother’s request, before simply replying with, “No.”

 He paced before Zeus slowly, his ashen robes flowing over the gleaming floors of Olympus. Everything on Olympus was gleaming and pristine and he was decaying and decrepit.

 ”I sought only to see my old home. You expect to lock me in that prison of a kingdom and not miss the very mountain I was raised?”

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You managed to escape Tartarus, I see.

It is merely a trip for pleasure that brings me here, Kali. I have decided to check on the rest of the land I oversee.

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Zeus… to what do I owe the pleasure?

Few could argue with the fact that he was a man of temptation and impulse, often bedding women before he had even realized it was lust getting the better of him, thus forgetting those whom he should call lovers. He held her steady, looking back into her eyes and returned with a small exchange of words, "do I look as if I long for anything else?"

He placed his hand on the nape of her neck, tugging on her hair as he pulled her forward once more giving her another kiss. This one was filled with lust, temptation and passion. She was a beautiful woman and he was certainly going to enjoy himself with her.

She rose into him, against him, like he was the shore and she the waves. Her hand fell against his chest, and gods help her, she couldn’t deny him, not again. He had held himself back like a stallion, chomping at the bit, for eons, for thousands of years, and she couldn’t bear to be that cruel anymore. She kissed him back sweetly and hungry, teeth raking over his lower lip as she pulled back to look into his eyes. “Is this what you truly want? I will not deny you any longer..” 

Editing this blog to fit Zeus universally (ie mythology, comics, movies, etc).

"Is it so wrong to ask for your attention?," he wasn't begging or pleading, no. The man hasn't spent much time with her and the sweet smell coming from the garden--no, her--was too intoxicating to wish to leave. He crossed his leg, right ankle resting atop his left knee and motioned for her to join him. 

Oh, the thought of shooting a bit of lighting at the beads to allow the unnecessary fabric to drop was now becoming an urge.

“Do you require something?” It’s not an accusatory tone that rides in the sultry sweetness of her voice, merely inquiring. The watering can is out of water, so she puts it down, fingers plucking a few dead leaves from the stem of a flower, before passing her fingers over the velvet-soft petals. Glancing back over her shoulder at her father, chin brushing the beaded clasp on her shoulder, the very thing holding her dress together, up.

"Staying with me will better yet grant you the opportunities of proving just your worth as the Goddess of Love and Lust. Dear, sweet Aphrodite," the jealousy continued to linger but the lust had once more overpowered it combined with love. He shushed her, a finger on her lip before pressing forward and giving her an open mouthed kiss. That was his answer, perhaps it was the lust calling, her pheromones but he couldn't live with himself if he did not forgive her at this moment.

“That may be true.. but I cannot hold myself simply to you, even if you wish it.. the world would be empty and barren without love, even lust..” She drew her fingers along his lower lip, leaning in to dust a kiss across his cheek. “I know I have been cruel, father, for holding myself away from you, always out of reach and touch. Do you forgive me for that?”