Thanatos sighed again, leaning back into Ares’ chest with a small grumble. How does that bring you here?” Ares asked. Thanatos grabbed onto his arm and shoulder firmly to anchor himself. It was so unexpected that Ares couldn’t help but laugh, nearly dislodging Thanatos from his lap with the motion of it. He was rewarded when Thanatos pressed a kiss to the knuckle of his thumb. He tugged at his hand to move it and Ares allowed it. He covered Ares’ hand with his own again, cradling it even as Ares cradled him. Thanatos’ blush was slowly deepening to a goldenrod. Please, butterfly, I would ease your burdens if only you would share them.” Just because you talk to me about your lover doesn’t mean you love me any less. “There is room for more than one in your heart. It isn’t fair to you.” Thanatos frowned at him.Īres shook his head. “It’s… I shouldn’t complain to you about Zagreus. “If it is bothering you, then it is not trivial.” Ares cupped his face again. A faint dandelion blush was dusting across his cheeks. When Thanatos didn’t answer, Ares gently tipped his chin up. “What is wrong, dearest?” He sat on the edge of his bed, setting Thanatos gently in his lap. “No! Zagreus didn’t do anything!”Īres was not comforted. Thanatos slapped one fist against Ares’ breastplate. Cousin or no, he would paint the earth with his blood if he’d so much as. “Has my kin done something untowards? What has he done? Did he hurt you?” Ares demanded. The only word he caught was “Zagreus” and Ares stiffened. Thanatos grumbled and butted his face against Ares’ chest. He shifted his hold until he could cradle him closer, more securely. “I was not expecting to see you, dearest.” Ares pressed a kiss to the crown of his head where his hair was slightly mussed.Īres paused in his line of questioning. Thanatos was lax in his arms, only leaning in to his touches and fisting one hand in his tunic. “Anything you wish, my dearest heart.” In an instant, he was looping his arms tenderly beneath his lover and lifting him with the utmost care. A rare endearment, all the sweeter for its scarcity.Īres’ breath caught in his throat as if he were no more than a mere mortal. “Take me to bed, my lifeblood.” He whispered.
He opened his eyes again and Ares was dazzled by the liquid gold pooling within them for eternity. Thanatos smiled despite his drowsiness and slipped a sleep-warm hand up to cup Ares’ against his own face. “It has been many months, my darkest butterfly.” He crooned, pressing their foreheads together. He couldn’t help but bow worshipfully over Thanatos, pressing a chaste kiss to his brow. “Ares.” Thanatos murmured again, turning his head to press his cheek into Ares’ palm.Īres gladly cupped his face, brushing his thumb gently over parted lips and a soft cheek. Heavy eyelids fluttered open once more and golden eyes were shades by snowy lashes.
He would hate to break this moment of softness that Thanatos was suspended in. “Yes, my most fearsome shadow.” Ares murmured, carefully soft. “Ares?” His voice was hoarse and heavy with sleep. It seemed a monumental task to keep them open. His eyes fluttered open briefly before closing again. Thanatos didn’t rouse until Ares took a seat at his side and brushed some of the moonlit hair from his face. Ares didn’t break his silence as he rounded the couch.
His silvery hair spread across the plush fabric like rivers of stars and his rumpled skirts rode up to reveal his muscular legs.Īres dismissed his spear with an easy motion and it darted away to hang itself in one of the racks around the room. The flicker of disappointment at a fight falling out of reach was replaced easily with warmth at the familiar figure of his lover. Then, a cloak thrown over the back of a couch with a body lying across it.Īres had no more than drawn back his spear when he recognized the form. He was in his lounge when he saw the first sign of the intruder. He crept through the halls of his own home, sweeping each room for dangers. The god of war would not be taken unaware in his own domicile. The sound of shifting leather against soft cotton was naught more than a whisper. He prowled soundlessly through the open pavilion, losing his spear from the sling on his back with an easy motion. It was generously shaded with a cool breeze, both rarities on a battlefield that he relished the plenty of in his home.Įverything was in its place, but something was still off. His domain was one of the lower peaks on the mountain, putting him on the front lines in the event of an attack. Not all was as he’d left it when Ares materialized in his own private corner of Olympus.
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