Lust and Desire

“Not again,” Tim complained, waving his hand in front of the faces of his two lesbian girlfriends, “Which one of you is it this time?”

“What a curious response,” the gravelly voice of a woman who had spent too many years smoking sounded, “Most mortals don’t take well to being pulled out of their timestream.”

“It’s almost as if we’re not the only ones to have visited him,” came another voice, less gravelly, but similar to the first.

Tim turned and found two middle aged women, twins, appraising him from across the room. Tall and slender, they each had grey-streaked hair and severe bone structure. One held a cigarette between the index and middle fingers of her right hand, red lipstick stain on the filter, the smell filling the room. The smoker wore a grey tracksuit, while the non-smoker wore a matching blue track suit. While there was nothing particularly attractive about either, staring at the pair caused something to stir inside of Tim, a surprising amount of arousal that made him feel even more wary.

“Can you see that?” The smoker waved her free hand at Tim, “His attraction lines. It’s like a rat’s nest.”

“More like five rat’s nests,” the other one agrees, “and his want-blooms are far overreaching for his station. Who are you mortal, and why are you disturbing our peace?”

“Disturbing your…” Tim started, not understanding the accusation, her unsettling eyes making him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“These two,” the non-smoker snapped, indicating Sarah and Alexis, “you should hold no sway on their lust, but yet you pull things from their natural order.”

“These two…” Tim turned away of the newcomer’s gaze and remembered what had been happening before. Alexis and Sarah were frozen near him, and pair of pink panties was in his left hand, “they’re my girlfriends. Sort of. I mean, they are, but they’re gay.”

“And you would turn them from each other and to yourself,” the smoker spat, “Who has given you this authority?”

“Oh for fucks sake,” a familiar old voice spoke from right beside Tim.

“Holy shit!” he jumped, almost losing balance on his platform heels, “When did you get here?”

“Sorry I’m late, toots,” Justice nudged him with her age-cracked elbow, “I’d just started a fresh cup of tea, and Golden Girls was on.”

“Justice,” the non-smoker rolled her eyes.

“Lust,” Justice acknowledged the speaker, then nodded to the other, “Desire.”

“Is this mortal your doing?” Lust asked, “He pulled us from our play by his overstep.”

“Oh, there’s no overstep, sister,” Justice flopped onto the bed and picked up one of Tim’s bras, inspecting it as if impressed, “he comes by his authority honestly. It was a fair trade, all overseen by me to ensure legitimacy.”

“I don’t care about legitimacy,” Desire croaked, pausing to puff on her cigarette, “I care about the headache he’s causing me. I can see ripples from him four and five degrees away.”

“He is stepped beyond what is proper for a mortal like him,” Lust continued the thought, “So many plans have been altered, so much built is being torn down.”

“So you want him to stay in his lane? Be a good little mortal and accept whatever shit we immortals feed him?” Justice said with a smirk, “He and I have a deal. It’s all on level. Even Father was okay with it.”

“You spoke to Father about him?” Lust said, caution in her voice.

“Those cunts Luck and Destiny were making a stink,” Justice said dismissively, spinning a pair of panties around her index finger, “so he stepped in to make sure things were being done right. I mean, honestly, I’m Justice! Do you think I would cheat?”

The twins looked at each other with uncertainty, then back at Tim, causing his loins to stir.

“We can’t allow him to steal the desire these two feel for women,” Lust said with finality.

“Not steal,” Justice said, “Trade. I’ll weigh it out. Something fair will be given. It’s not the first time,” she wiggled her fingers at Tim, then flicked them at the Twins, “see? It’s always been just. Every trade perfectly weighed and accounted.”

The twins looked at Tim and the space around him, considering things he couldn’t see. Desire took a puff.

“Okay,” she rasped, “just you make sure he doesn’t take more than he gives. And I’ll be watching him. If he oversteps, stomps on my doings, I will take issue.”

“And I’ll be there to make sure it’s all fair,” Justice said, leaning forward and patting Tim on the ass, “I’ve got a soft spot for this one.”

“Fine,” Lust said, “we leave you with your pet. Until next time.”

A metallic smell filled the air and Tim we left with his frozen girlfriends and the ancient avatar of Justice. Having spent so many minutes with Lust and Desire had had the effect of driving up his arousal. Already his penis was uncomfortably erect in his panties.

“Well?” Justice said, “You heard the lady, let’s do some giving and getting. What’ll it be?”