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They materialize in Arcadia, deep in Arcadia, in the heavy forests, and Pan tips his head back to survey the canopy of stars, the thick trees, the velvety grass underfoot - it's not Olympus, but it's home - before looking back at his cousin with eyes purely full of intent.

"More to your liking?"

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Eros tips his head back to admire the clear view of the stars through the trees, the cool breeze that lifts his dark curls away from clear eyes, the near-silence of a forest asleep and waking.

"This is what's truly meant when they say idyllic, I think," he answers after a moment, idly stroking his fingers through Pan's hair.

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Pan smiles, his hands settling at Eros' waist. "It is now," he says. Because that's what he wants of it, and the forest - and all those who live there - looks to him first, before all the other gods.

"You should visit more often," he says, brushing his lips against Eros' ear. "We could have more idylls."

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Eros' attention is brought back from his study of the forest at the deceptively light touch of Pan's lips against his ear, but there's no one around to shiver and arch against the sound of his low laugh, not now.

His fingers trail down Pan's back as he smiles, eyes half-lidded and simmering. "I could use the occasional break," he murmurs. "I wouldn't want to work too hard."

Then he's finished with teasing and his mouth slants over the other god's.

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"That would be a tragedy," Pan whispers back, against Eros' lips, and then he kisses back, sharp and deep as he presses close. Thin cotton presses against silk that might as well not be there.

But it is there, and Pan's nimble fingers release the buttons as he breaks for air. "You'll find that our holiday packages are simply smashing."

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Eros laughs, dipping his head to press his lips to Pan's throat as clever fingers rid him of the sweat-dampened white silk shirt. He nips lightly, almost lazily, because they have so much time and he'll taste him soon, and very well.

"And I know a native as well, what better way to get to know the area?" he murmurs as Pan's black blazer is pushed onto the grass and the white tanktop joins it moments later.

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Cool air strokes across his skin and Pan kicks off the shoes he can barely bear to wear anyway, and he moves forward across the damp forest floor to kiss Eros again.

"I'm an excellent tour guide," he murmured as his fingers sank into his cousin's hair. "None better, if I do say so myself."

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Eros laughs into the kiss, muffled, as his fingers play lightly down Pan's sides, tracing too-gentle circles against his skin. He'll go slowly, only because he knows how impatient Pan is, and it will drive his cousin insane.

"I'll keep that in mind." He leans down to catch his lips again in another lazy kiss, all the time in the world, and barely manages to keep from smirking.

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Pan narrows his eyes at Eros, but he knows better than anyone that Eros dearly loves to play, and it's one of the consequences of playing with him. "Do that," he whispers, and decides to play his own game.

His hand slides unerringly over the front of Eros' sleek leather pants, and he grins sharply into the kiss as he releases the fastenings and slips his extraordinarily clever fingers inside.

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Eros gasps as Pan neatly flips the tables and those fingers play much too lightly against him. "Tease," he murmurs with a smile, knowing the same label is easily applied to him.

Still, perhaps it's time to push a little more. His fingers slip into Pan's hair and tug as he trails his lips over Pan's jaw and nips sharply.

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Pan grins sharply. "Turnabout, fair play, all...that," he finishes, and his eyes are hot as Eros pulls his hair and scrapes his skin with his teeth.

His fingers tighten on Eros, and he tips his head, gasping a breath out at the night sky.