Log; continued from sws

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Olympus is warm and sunny - it's always warm and sunny, unless Eros' grandfather is in a snit - and Eros lands lightly on the white marble balcony and folds his wings neatly behind him as he quickly moves inside and carefully sets down the unconscious mortal vessel on a plush chaise covered in a red velvet throw

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There it was again, that resonating in response to just the bastard's voice. But Ethan fought it this time, clamping down on his tongue with hard teeth until he tasted blood in his mouth. Which, to his shock, sent a wave of absolute ache through his body that nearly knocked him off the stool.

But shockingly bright blue eyes were wide, yet clear; evidence of the great power within. Ethan was frozen in the paralysis of denial and pain, but he finally managed to whisper in a ragged voice, "...dude...you're fucking crazy."

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Eros' eyes darkened with concern - he was going to hurt himself, if he kept this up - but he only sat back. "All right," he said quietly. "I don't know why you're doing this to yourself, but it's your choice."

He stood again, effortlessly and unconsciously sensual, and walked to one of the pillars to sweep back the velvet drape. Cooler air washed in through the white gauzy curtains, clearing the heavier scent of flowers that had swirled into the air as Eros had spoken with the weight of Truth.

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With the clearing breeze came clarity. Ethan sat straight, then unconsciously rose as his eyes drifted closed, the air wafting over his skin, causing flesh to ripple. Behind his lids, images began to appear, appearing one at a time like slides on a screen, but becoming more intense as they drew nearer.

Flowers. The scent of jasmine, hyacinth, flooding the night. Silken sheets, sweaty skin, the gasps and moans of passion. Desire. Thick, rich, unfettered, ...free...

Ethan swayed. More...memories - for he knew they were - played in his closed vision, of this place, this room, this...being, and of that bed, being tangled in a heated mass of limbs and satin. The intensity was so tangible, so near he felt he could just reach out and touch it.

And a touch...was all it would take.

Ethan shuddered, licking dry lips and swallowing a mouthful of cotton. Lost on that river of remembrance, he ventured a hesitant, but inherently knowing, "...Eros..."

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That was a voice he recognized. Eros turned, slowly, eyes alight with the same memories that had poured into Ethan's mind. He didn't answer but dropped the drape and started back toward Ethan, walking with a slow, measured pace.

Blue never dropped from heated blue, and when he got near enough, he held out a hand with a quiet, knowing smile. "It's all right," he said, calm and gentle as ever and always he had been when they had met.

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Blue eyes suddenly flamed, coming alight with unearthly embers, and Ethan smiled, an odd sort of smile as one might find on an overly courteous snark.

"No," he answered, his voice echoing with that same timbre as had the god's. "It's not all right. Not yet."

So saying, he lifted a hand in a strangely fluid imperious gesture, and crooked a finger invitingly.

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Eros tilted his head to one side, the barest hint of an amused smile playing at the edges of his full lips. If this is how they would play, he was more than happy to take the demon's lead.

Letting his hips sway, Eros walked forward, steadily, slowly, a little too slowly, eyes half-lidded with a heat that was almost lazy in its inevitability.

"Isn't it?" he purred, slipping around the outstretched hand but careful, very careful not to brush up even the slightest. He could see the tension stretched between them, golden threads quivering as if ready to snap. He leaned forward to whisper, and the touch of his breath against skin was the first contact. "My mistake."

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Ethan shivered, the ripple slithering up his spine and bringing a soft grunt from the mortal throat. But it was quickly turned about as he maneuvered about, following the god's progression with hooded desire-darkened eyes fringed by thick black lashes.

A throaty purr rumbled deep in Ethan's chest, the coiled threads sinuously binding and weaving, intricate designs of a dance older than even Time herself. The extended hand turned to give only one fingertip, it reaching forth to trace just the barest touch along Eros' silken jaw as he whispered thickly, "You've missed me..."

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He remembered this, the beginning, the light, experimental touches, and he breathed a sigh that sounded not quite satisfied but oddly...anticipatory.

"I missed you," he agreed in a velvet-covered whisper, then turned his head to catch lightly, playfully, at the tip of Ethan's finger with sharp, clever teeth.

"You remember," he added, and it wasn't a question. He could see the light of memory in the crystal-clear eyes, familiar to him in any face, and he remembered vividly their lazy heat and long, low moans curling through the darkness.

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A sly chuckle; Ethan smirked and carefully worked his finger further into that pouty mouth, the others curving to caress Eros' cheek and gently urge him a bit closer. Taking a step forward, Ethan snared the god with his other hand, rather abruptly removing his finger from those petulant lips and replacing it with his own, a smothered groan issuing from a ragged throat as bright blue eyes drifted closed at last, lashes feathering pale cheeks.

Oh, yes. It was all here. Desire, passion, need...lust...it curled thick and rich between the two elementals, coiling and hissing in sibilant pleasure. Ethan drifted along on the haze, uncaring as to why he was engaging in this madness, but unwilling to fight it right now. For once, he was its willing - and more - prisoner.

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Eros had hardly begun to suck lightly on the fingertip before it had been lost, but as Ethan's lips took his, he reacted instantly, stepping forward to melt his slender body against the other.

Long fingers slipped into Ethan's silky, dark hair and Eros tipped his head, parting full lips and tracing Ethan's with his tongue. He did not usually hurry this; he was not known for impatience or being overeager, but he smiled into the kiss. The same might not be said for his partner. He looked forward to finding out.