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Eros was roughly pulling open the door of his car, intent on escaping this place. Being gone for decades upon decades and coming back to facing death on all fronts was too much to bear. The God of Desire hardly knew Hephaestus, aside from being the craftsman of the gods. They operated in different circles in their godhood and as mortals, but the turmoil his murder brought was unnerving. Had a millennium of living among mortals deteriorated their pride and dignity as gods? Were they now simple beings at the mercy of such carnal emotions and reactions?

Then to see Psyche in such a way, to be reminded of that time where he had sought after a finite conclusion to this painfully endless life. Things had gotten too overwhelming, perhaps a reintroduction to a smaller gathering of gods could be organized in another fifty years, or a hundred or never?

[color=eed853]“I thought I’d at least get a goodbye this time around. Maybe a phone number, and a lunch date. A ride in that fancy car too?”[/color]

Or maybe now?

Eros turned around to face the Sun God, a casual brow raised in curiosity as he allowed his eyes to trail over the man before him for a moment. They lingered on Apollo’s lips, the warm smile reminded him of the rays that washed over his nakedness earlier that morning, for a passing moment his thoughts went further back to the times that same warmth wrapped around him in the past.

[color=FF80D4] “And here I thought you were chasing after me for an autograph.”[/color] Eros issued a wink and his posture relaxed back against the white Vanquish, [color=FF80D4] “I’ve got a reservation for two at Altura in two hours and an empty mansion before then?”[/color]

Apollo pursed his lips and cocked his head, mentally checking his busy schedule for an opening with a melodrama only he could pull off so well. [color=eed853]“I should be able to fit you in,”[/color] he said after a moment of his charade. [color=eed853]“I’ve got one thing I need to do first, though.”[/color]

Thoughts fled from his mind, all but one, and his feet carried him forward, his arms extending out to grasp the man who’d been sneaking into his daydreams for so long. To see if it was still as real as he’d remembered. His right hand traveled upwards, fingers winding themselves through Eros’ golden crown, pulling him down to meet the sun. Lips crashed together, and it felt as if the floor had fallen out from under him. 

As quickly as they’d come together, Apollo pulled away again, smiling. It was still very, very real. [color=eed853]“Nice,”[/color] he said softly. The sky seemed brighter now, if only by a bit. He could have stayed in that spot for hours, crashed into Eros once more, and let the entire world fall away, but he craved more than that. [color=eed853]“Okay, I’m ready,”[/color] Apollo said, practically glowing with excitement.

Eros let out a soft chuckle, the radiance of Apollo’s disposition casting aside the gloom that once held onto him. Lips tingling from the brief kiss, he leaned towards the god stealing another peck before gesturing to his car, [color=FF80D4] “Your chariot awaits.”[/color]
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The crisp October wind whipped past the Vanquish, tousling the golden locks of passenger and driver. Traffic was light at 10 A.M on a Saturday, much of Seattle was still tucked into the safety and warmth of sheets after a sleepless night. Some sleeping off hangovers, others recovering from various nightly escapades, Eros belonged to both groups. Usually, he’d still be in bed hiding away from the sun and its demanding presence, but things worked out differently when he decided to carry the sun to his room after a few bottles of wine.

The passion of the night lingered in Eros’ senses, the airy sighs of pleasure, the taste of Apollo on his lips, the tension of muscle against his palms. Eros cleared his throat, his hands tightened around the steering wheel, and his throat suddenly felt dry, but his thirst certainly wasn’t for any overpriced glass bottled water. The warm sensation of an untapped power spread through him, willing him to unleash it, to turn this car ride into some more [i]explicit[/i]. 

Eros’ eyes flickered to Apollo for the first time since they entered the car after a slightly awkward morning on Eros’ end. The radio offered a bit of grace to the otherwise silent car ride, between fantasizing and trying to shake off his nerves Eros had been uncharacteristically quiet. The long redlight he sat at made his silence very apparent to him. Eros wasn’t sure why he felt such a boyish nervousness stick with him after waking up beside the man he had been dreaming of the past century, but morning affirmations in front of the mirror weren’t enough to shake them off so he’d just have to power through it- [color=FF80D4]”Uh, so last night was great.”[/color][i]--or stumble through it.[/i]

 [color=FF80D4]”You were- spending time with you was great.”[/color] Eros made a point to keep his gaze focused on the road as he fumbled [i]that interaction.[/i] Who the hell was he? Where had the charismatic sex coach gone? The sexiest man of the year with the confidence to bed anyone he wanted? It was almost reminiscent of the first times he tried to impress Psyche; the memory made him chuckle; it was [i]exactly[/i] like that time.

 [color=FF80D4]”Sorry, It seems even [i]I[/i] am at the mercy of my own nerves.”[/color] Eros looked beside him to Apollo, this time holding his gaze as he reached a gentle hand to caress the side of his face,  [color=FF80D4] “I couldn’t have imagined a more perfect night, thank you.”[/color]

Apollo had spent most of the morning car ride chewing the inside of his lip, the creeping feeling of rejection beginning to wrap its tendrils around him. After a night of skin against skin, a night of letting Eros touch every single part of him, the silence that came with his rise was jarring. He felt like he knew what was happening; he’d made plenty of drives like this. You talk as little as possible and hope they don’t ask too many questions about your plans. And they don’t, cause they don’t want to seem clingy, and you leave them in front of their house without much more than a wave. 

But then, he spoke. 

Eros spoke, and Apollo beamed, saving his lip from the perils of anxiety. He stuttered, but the words reached the sun god’s ears all the same, while his touch reignited a fire that burned throughout him. [color=eed853]“Do I make you nervous?”[/color] Apollo asked, smirking and raising his eyebrows in suggestion. His own hand sought out Eros’ leg, seeking any type of contact he could. He felt the chiseled muscle that made up Eros’ thigh, and remembered what they’d looked like without pants. [color=eed853]“I thought it was perfect too,”[/color] Apollo said, almost reassuring, while meeting Eros’ gaze once more.

Despite the blush that burned at his neck, he felt the tension in his shoulder melt away, his lips parted to answer Apollo’s question, but the impatience of mortals ended the sweet spell that enveloped that moment. The car jolted forward in response to a blaring horn and Eros’ hand fell away from Apollo’s face as he gave a hearty chuckle to the tune of burning rubber, [color=FF80D4] “Yeah something like that.”[/color]

Once off the freeway, Eros settled for obeying the laws of the road, if only to prolong the car ride. [color=FF80D4] “Besides fantasizing about me-”[/color] he gave a toothy grin a trademark heart-stopper among his fans, and show of his regaining confidence, [color=FF80D4]”what does a sun god do to pass the time in a rather dreary place like Washington? I wouldn’t mind spending our days eating and stumbling into bed, but we certainly have more to offer each other and more things to catch up on.”[/color]

[color=eed853]“Y’know, I get drunk with the boys, I sleep with some mortals, and I do my best to get a tan,”[/color] Apollo said, waving his hand as if to highlight the importance his daily routine lacked.. [color=eed853]“I play some shows at Hecate’s bar sometimes, but I don’t know, there’s no point in being a rockstar when you can’t tour.”[/color] He’d learned that lesson the hard way. [color=eed853]“For once, you might have a more interesting life than I do,”[/color] Apollo said.

[color=FF80D4]”For once”[/color] Eros repeated with a chuckle and shake of his head, [color=FF80D4] “I’ll have to make it a point to swing by Hecate’s more frequently, seeing you on stage sounds like something I need in my life.”[/color] Eros pulled the car to stop outside of the expensive-looking condos, [color=FF80D4] “I have a few appointments scheduled today, but I can come by later if you aren’t too booked for the night .”[/color]

[color=eed853]“I’ll make dinner,”[/color] Apollo said, his voice smooth as silk, gentle as the harpist plucking her chords. He thought he could get used to this, driving around in the Vanquish and staring into the eyes of sex personified, always ready for more. Quickly, he planted his lips on Eros, stealing another kiss like the one in the parking lot, only longer and deeper, burning with a reignited passion. Not since Hyacinth had he been so enthralled. Each kiss begged to last forever; each parting seemed impossible. 

Finally, he pulled away, still smiling. [color=eed853]“Alright, go save the sex lives of all these gods forsaken mortals,”[/color] Apollo said. [color=eed853]“And while you’re doing that, think of the culinary masterpiece you’re going to experience tonight.”[/color] One last look, and he stepped out of the car and jogged up the steps to the Acropolis.

Eros watched Apollo go, hungry eyes trailing the length of his lithe body. The god of desire drank in every graceful movement he made that carried him further and further away until he disappeared entirely behind a heavy metal door. For a moment longer, he sat in silence, enchanted still by the taste and sound of Apollo. The ringing of his phone through the car speaker snapped him out of it, gave a dreamy [color=FF80D4]”Fuck~”[/color], a light chuckle and sped off to hurry up through this day.
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