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08.12.2005
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kasugai_gummie’s idea but it latched onto me and wouldn’t let go. Previous Greekcest fic in memories.
19. homage; Apollo/Herems, greekcest, pg
Hermes ran a hand through his unruly hair. “What’s all the commotion?” he asked Eros, glancing down at a bustling Athens.
The god of love smirked. “While you were gone, someone saw fit to demand a proper celebration of your birthday from the mortals. Via a gloom and doom prophecy,” he added with a casual glance at the harried shopkeepers, sculptors, and chefs among the other upright citizens caught up in the frenzy of preparations. “They all think a plague will befall them if they don’t pay proper homage to the god of merchants and thieves.”
“And athletes and travelers,” Hermes added. He groaned, resting a hip on the edge of Eros’ chaise. “I’m gone for two days, guiding a group of lost souls to the underworld, and he does this.”
Eros noted with interest that the exasperated tone did not completely cover the fondness in Hermes’ voice. “He has all the best poets and musicians composing pieces in your honor,” Eros commented mildly, scraping a magic-tipped knife across one of his arrows, sharpening it and infusing it with his power at the same time. “Face it, Hermes, he’s whipped.”
“Like I asked for any of this.” Hermes rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “What a hassle. My idea of a good time—“ He broke of and grinned. “Hi, sunshine,” he greeted his lover happily.
“I hear you’ve been appreciating my efforts,” Apollo said dryly, entering the chamber. “Truly, Hermes, I’m touched.”
The slender, dark-haired god rose and went to his lover, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “I’m touched,” he corrected, nuzzling at Apollo’s ear, “but you really didn’t have to. You know I don’t really care about all this.”
Apollo shrugged and looked slightly sheepish. “I know,” he said, sliding an arm around Hermes’ waist and drawing him closer. “But I wanted to. They should make a big deal over you.” He used his free hand to grasp Hermes’ chin and tilt his lover’s face towards his for a kiss. “After all, you’re gorgeous, you’re talented, and you’re mine.”
Hermes’ smile was mischievous. “Yours?” he murmured, turning fully to slide both arms around Apollo’s neck. “How much so?”
As the golden-haired god of prophecy and music and poetry and many, many other things proceeded to show Hermes just how much, Eros watched them idly, working his way through his quiver with a bored expression. His knife flashed in the light and he mused that it was only through of his fortune (or misfortune) of being the god of love and sexuality that he wasn’t retching at his friends’ sickening exchange and ensuing display.
If Athens could see them now, he thought wryly to himself.
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And damn, I still want to write an Eros/Anteros fic.
08.12.2005
Yes. Greek mythology is my friend. Apollo/Hermes was
kasugai_gummie’s idea but it latched onto me and wouldn’t let go. Previous Greekcest fic in memories.19. homage; Apollo/Herems, greekcest, pg
Hermes ran a hand through his unruly hair. “What’s all the commotion?” he asked Eros, glancing down at a bustling Athens.
The god of love smirked. “While you were gone, someone saw fit to demand a proper celebration of your birthday from the mortals. Via a gloom and doom prophecy,” he added with a casual glance at the harried shopkeepers, sculptors, and chefs among the other upright citizens caught up in the frenzy of preparations. “They all think a plague will befall them if they don’t pay proper homage to the god of merchants and thieves.”
“And athletes and travelers,” Hermes added. He groaned, resting a hip on the edge of Eros’ chaise. “I’m gone for two days, guiding a group of lost souls to the underworld, and he does this.”
Eros noted with interest that the exasperated tone did not completely cover the fondness in Hermes’ voice. “He has all the best poets and musicians composing pieces in your honor,” Eros commented mildly, scraping a magic-tipped knife across one of his arrows, sharpening it and infusing it with his power at the same time. “Face it, Hermes, he’s whipped.”
“Like I asked for any of this.” Hermes rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “What a hassle. My idea of a good time—“ He broke of and grinned. “Hi, sunshine,” he greeted his lover happily.
“I hear you’ve been appreciating my efforts,” Apollo said dryly, entering the chamber. “Truly, Hermes, I’m touched.”
The slender, dark-haired god rose and went to his lover, slinging an arm around his shoulders. “I’m touched,” he corrected, nuzzling at Apollo’s ear, “but you really didn’t have to. You know I don’t really care about all this.”
Apollo shrugged and looked slightly sheepish. “I know,” he said, sliding an arm around Hermes’ waist and drawing him closer. “But I wanted to. They should make a big deal over you.” He used his free hand to grasp Hermes’ chin and tilt his lover’s face towards his for a kiss. “After all, you’re gorgeous, you’re talented, and you’re mine.”
Hermes’ smile was mischievous. “Yours?” he murmured, turning fully to slide both arms around Apollo’s neck. “How much so?”
As the golden-haired god of prophecy and music and poetry and many, many other things proceeded to show Hermes just how much, Eros watched them idly, working his way through his quiver with a bored expression. His knife flashed in the light and he mused that it was only through of his fortune (or misfortune) of being the god of love and sexuality that he wasn’t retching at his friends’ sickening exchange and ensuing display.
If Athens could see them now, he thought wryly to himself.
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And damn, I still want to write an Eros/Anteros fic.
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