Disclaimer: I don't own Disney's Hercules™. But a girl can dream.

A/N: Second part of my Sounds in the Dark series. Thanks to everyone who reviewed the first bit (*hugs them*), this is for you guys! Whatever you were expecting… this isn't it :) Have fun reading it, 'cause I did writing it!

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Why?

Ever since Meg had saved him, this was the question around which his world turned.

As soon as he finished coughing up the green slime from the River of the Dead, he demanded an explanation. Meg looked nervous, (he quickly squashed the thought that she looked adorable, too) and stared at her sandals during the narrative.

"Hmm. I know my confusion is probably some after-effect from the toxic gunk, but let me clarify anyway: you dumped Wonder-breath, broke into the Underworld, tamed my thirty-foot dog and rescued little old me from an eternal dip in the Styx?"

"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up, I guess."

Silence.

"Why?"

She wouldn't, or couldn't, answer him.

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Why?

Ever since she had saved Hades, this was the question around which her world turned.

He'd decided to make her immortal – ostensibly to get an eternity's service from her, in payment for the royal fuck up that was his coup on Mt Olympus. She knew she was the reason the take over had failed so spectacularly… but fat chance of her admitting it.

So, eternity as the servant of Hades. Yay. As the purple liquid slid down her stinging throat, she noticed something odd about how he was watching her. His eyes.

They burned. And – she gulped – not in, um, an angry way.

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"You can't be serious," she groaned.

Hades stopped in his pacing and faced her. His arms dissolved into twin plumes of smoke, and there was something in his evil grin that made her shiver.

"I'm always serious, Meg." A low purr.

His smoke-hands shifted her off the stone pillar she'd been leaning on and pulled her towards him.

"After all that's happened—" Closer. Knowing it was pointless, she didn't bother trying to struggle against him. She continued speaking, deciding to ignore the whole floating deal.

"—after everything that we've been through–"

Closer still. Too close, in fact. Her voice rose in pitch and volume

"—you're still… going… after… COSMIC DOMINATION??!!" Purple eyes wide, breathing hard, fists clenched.

"Yup. I really don't get why you're surprised, babe."

Her strangled yell of frustration was cut short when his lips crashed into hers.

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Hot; that was the only way to describe it. Looking back, she wasn't sure whether it went too fast or too excruciatingly slowly.

His hands and mouth and tongue were everywhere at once, and she could only moan as he laid her down on the stone table. She arched beneath his hands, and heard him growl into her neck. Their mouths met again urgently, and he broke away, gasping.

"Meg…"

Her eyes fluttered closed, and the desperate kiss she gave him was answer enough. She felt him smirk under her lips.

It was one long hot blur of pleasure after that.

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The darkness held them, still panting in the chamber.

"So."

"So."

She turned her head to look at him, her skin shining with sweat. His half-lidded eyes sent little shivers of remembered pleasure down her spine.

"What now?" she whispered, trying to read his expression in the shadows.

"Whatever you want, my little Nut-Meg. Whatever you want."

She smirked.

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The two imps were really easy to find, as it turned out.

"Aw c'mon boss, you know we were gonna get you out of there eventually –"

"Yeah, we were just, y'know… er, waiting for the right momen—"

Hades sent a ball of flame Panic's way, chasing the demon as he ran. Pain was already busy trying to hide behind a nearby boulder; Meg watched the imp's efforts with amusement.

"You know, this incinerating business ain't so bad," she mused, watching Hades let loose a spurt of flame that made several boulders explode. Pain squealed. "I'd almost go far as to call it… fun."

The Lord of the Dead grinned wickedly and teleported, appearing before her in a cloud of smoke. His left hand took one of hers, and the other snaked its way around her waist.

"I knew you would enjoy this," he breathed huskily into her ear. "Want to do something else that we both know is just as fun as setting things on fire?"

"You know me too well."

"Never well enough, babe."

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A/N: I know, I know – I don't know what happened either. The first chapter was all dark and intense, and then I wind up writing this…! (*shrugs helplessly*) I tried for the same sort of style and angsty feel, but with Hades as an active character I just couldn't do angst XD He's too much fun. Was the ending cheesy? I couldn't stop Hades getting the last word, though. Characters bully me around like that.

So yeah, please review because REVIEWS = OXYGEN = MORE FIC. Speaking of, I might just write a oneshot companion piece to this if it's well received… a fluffy plot bunny of mine called Acrophobia just refuses to scamper off and leave me alone. But I'll shut up now :)

Really hope you liked this,

Q