“Bentley! Bentley!“ “Thank you, thank you, my devout subje-“
“Do any of them understand the meaning of moderation?” Eros chuckles under his breath as he sits in his luxury vehicle in the parking garage under the building currently hosting the rager of the season. By the few live streams currently happening it was more than evident that Jackon Drake’s party was in full swing. Which was less than appealing to Eros, who had forgone his wild party days a handful of decades ago, but certainly more desirable than squandering an opportunity to spend time with his favorite sun god. Or so he told himself as the elevator announced its arrival to the top floor of the condominium.
Through the might of a forced smile and his broad shoulders, Eros barely navigated through the throng of inebriated young adults. From his position among a crow of sorry dancers, he could spot at least a couple familiar faces gathered at a beer pong table, and just outside the glass french doors to the patio was Benzaiten upside down in what seemed to be an intense Keg stand competition. Much to his disappointment, in neither locations did he spot the infectious smiling face of his golden boy, but an unwanted presence of a hand running along his chest promptly ended his search.
“Who are you looking for?” The strange woman practically purred into his ear, breaching his personal space once she realized his attention was solely on her as if it were an invite.
“The greek god of sun.” The deadpan answer had the drunk woman laughing as she backed off a fraction, the smell of alcohol on her breath had Eros sighing in annoyance.
“You’re funny~ Looks like you were searching for a good time, and I’m here to give it to yo-”
“I’m not interested. Lose yourself in the crowd before you embarrass yourself anymore.” Eros grumbled releasing her hand from his hold, his eyebrow raised in a challenge as he watched her cheeks grow red and her eyes widen in shock before she spun abruptly and stomped away, “For gods sakes.”
At first, Apollo had been annoyed at the idea of losing his one on one time with a certain god of desire. And then, Herc had arrived, and one drink had become two, two became three, and suddenly, Apollo was much less bothered. The party was in full swing now, flashing lights illuminating the inside as sweaty bodies ground together to the club music Herc had connected.
By now, Apollo had found himself a spot by the window, where he was lighting a joint and looking out over the dance floor, grinning softly. It was only by chance that he spotted Eros from across the room, and when he did, his face brightened, and he took a long drag from the burning cone in between his fingers. Smooth as still water, Apollo exhaled and began sidling through the crowd, moving with the rhythm and grace of a dancer.
“You made it!” the sun god called out once he’d reached Eros, reaching out to grasp his hand, pulling himself closer, until his body was pressed up against the man he seemed to be constantly craving. He took another drag, and offered the joint to the god of desire, a true, 21st century gentleman. “How’s Tlaz?”
Eros felt relief wash over him at the familiar sound of Apollo’s tone, the hands that reached for him this time were met with a relaxed smile, “Hardly made it-” a deep chuckle cut his words short and he accepted the offering. Pot had never been Eros’ vice of choice, but a little Mary Jane to get the edge of annoyance off his shoulders seemed liked a great idea.
“Well you know.. Glorious and sinful and-” Eros took a dramatic drag from the joint before passing it back, letting his exhale expel the smoke and his words, “ thirsting after Ares… well just his dick, but I think that hardly makes it any better. ” Eros answered with pout taking place on his lips.
Apollo couldn’t help the laughter that spilled past his lips, bursts of amusement that caught even him by surprise music in their own way. The situation was one only an immortal could find themselves entangled in, and the absurdity wasn’t lost on him. Very few of these young souls around them needed to worry about their friends coming on to their fathers. At least he hoped that was the case. “We are a messy fucking bunch, aren’t we?”
Still smiling, Apollo began moving slowly, gently, unable to ignore the music that shook the house. “I had a whole dinner planned in my head, but well, this happened. Welcome to the Acropolis,” he said, relaxed as ever.
“Yeah, messy is one way to put it.” Eros replies but his words are softened with a chuckle of his own. The musical laughter of Apollo’s amusement pulled the corners of his mouth upward, banishing the pout from his lips. The hands of the Love God found themselves traveling along the perimeter of Apollo’s body, landing on his waist and pulling him
closer, “Heracles was always the champion of the people.” Eros casts his gaze around the room brimming with energy for a moment before returning back to Apollo, “Guess I’ll just have to squeeze you into my terribly full schedule again.” His words are paired with a playful wink before he’s spinning his dance partner away from him in time with the song, bringing him back with strong arms wrapping around him and swaying to change of songs.
“I was certainly looking forward to enjoying you after dinner.”” Eros’ voice is low, saved only for Apollo’s ears as his tone is heavy and smooth with the sweet desire of his divine nature. It was a power Eros rarely put to use, but riling up cute boys like Apollo was a treat often too sweet for him to turn down.
Whispered words tickled his ears and made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Every time they touched, he was perplexed by the magnetism he felt, a force that refused to let him tear himself away. Biting his lip, Apollo looked up at his lover, beautiful as ever, and drank in the sight of him, hands traversing his stone chest. Eros’ cologne wafted to him, weaker than it had been this morning but still strong enough to ensnare the sun god. He wanted nothing more than for all these people to fade away, until it was just him, and Eros, and the music.
“Aren’t you lucky then, that I have my own room, and no qualms about kicking people out of it?” He smiled before taking another hit of the joint and letting the smoke float from his mouth, grey wisps dissipating into the haze that had already begun to gather throughout the house. “But first, we’re gonna dance,” Apollo added, turning so he could grind against Eros, only to spin back around after a few moments. He did enjoy playing the tease.
Eros had become quite fond of the chase, the darkening of lust in his eye turned them from a jade to emerald and deeper yet. The impish smile taunted and drew him forward, the beat of the music pulsed through him but did not reach his ears. The only sound there was of the hushed whines and whimpers he drew out of the proud man before him, the playful brat had succumbed so beautifully to his own pleasure. A century hadn’t been enough to make him forget the time before, and 24 hours was hardly a passing second in that measure, it was beyond Eros’ understanding how he was able to focus on anything throughout the day. Right now all he could focus on was Apollo, not that the flamboyant sun god would mind all that much.
“Dancing, or playing a little cat and mouse, Pollo?” Eros said through a dangerous smirk as he captures Apollo with his hands, returning the favor of grinding himself against the god, “I was half-expecting to see you doing a keg stand with Benten when I arrived.” Eros whispered in his ear and allowed his lips to trail down his neck before he was spinning away from Apollo.
“If you’d gotten here earlier, you might’ve had the chance,” Apollo said, grinning like everything he did was a divine gift. He couldn’t quite help the confidence that flowed from him. It was a mixture of liquor and godly arrogance, with a hint of one tall, blonde, green eyed beauty of a man. This living room was nothing like Olympus, not even close, but still, he wasn’t sure he’d truly felt immortal until now. Here, in this room packed full of bodies and drenched in technicolor, or in between their sheets, looking into those emerald eyes was like ascending.
This time, when the two came back together, Apollo jumped up and wrapped his legs around Eros’ waist, not once considering that this could go any other way than he expected. There was so much he could’ve said right then, but he stayed silent. His eyes pleaded with desire, begged him never to leave again, and then his lips found purchase on his neck, as if daring him to try.
Firm hands caught Apollo, fingers pressing into the fullness of his thigh insistently as an answer to the look in his eyes. The hard planes of Eros’ body pressed against Apollo, heart pounding in his chest and leaning into the sensation of heat that trailed along his neck, claiming him as another’s. Warmth spread through him from fingertips to the tip of his toes, and when it consumed him it grew hotter, “That's enough dancing.” The growl rumbled up through his chest and guided him through the crowd, “Where’s your room Pollo, before I put a show on for your party guests.”
“Who says I don’t want you to?” Apollo said, cocking his head as he exhaled a silvery stream of smoke. He only let the question hang in the air for a moment, fully aware that Eros would play that game of chicken with him until they both found themselves naked on the floor, onlookers be damned. “Upstairs, first door on the left.” He lifted his arm lazily to point the way, deftly flicking the ashen roach of his joint into a nearby trash bag before swooping down to nibble at Eros’ neck.
Eros was quick to follow the directions, taking more care this time in his journey through the crowd as he effortlessly whisked his princess away. The stairs offered little challenge to the tall man, the impatience chiming in the back of his mind had him ascending two steps at a time, and at the top steps his eyes immediately locked onto the closed door of the first room on the left.
The door was swung open and Eros was appreciative for its vacancy, with a less than graceful movement he unwrapped Apollo’s limbs from around his body and let him fall backwards onto the bed as he spun to close the door, “Ah, and the cat wins again..” Eros spoke in his smooth sultry tone as he turned slowly, the top buttons on his shirt undone flashing the smooth skin underneath. The sight of Apollo on the bed, hair disheveled and cheeks flush with lust left the love god’s mouth watering and his pants feeling unbelievably tight.
Apollo stared up at him, wide eyed and smirking. He’d been playing this moment over in his head since Eros had dropped him off this morning, and just like all the times before, it was so much better in person. He kicked his shoes off, sending them flying into a corner of the room, forgotten the moment they left his sight. He’d let the cat win as many times as it pleased him, if this was the view that followed. “Come claim your prize then.”
Eros took slow strides back to his lover, the clothes falling from his body with every step until he was as nude as the day he came into existence. The tension in the air was thick, it was a cloud of lust that darkened their gazes and drew heavy upon their breaths as the distance between them shrunk. Eros struggles to maintain control over his desire, his hands gripping the silks covering Apollo’s bed, hovering over him, “A prize I will claim until the end of our days.”
And claim he did, with an unspoken promise to never vanish again woven between amorous kisses and heated touches.