[Closed/Complete] Did you know when you go, it's the perfect ending
Characters: Ares and Eos
Date/Time: Right after this
Location: Fourth floor hallway/stairwell
Rating: R
Warnings: Kissing, nudity, implied sexuality
Summary: Eos tries to persuade Ares not to kill his brother
"Smug motherfucker." Ares ignored everything everything else that was being written to him. Now wasn't the time to read; now was the time to smash. Smash one arrogant little Sun God through the wall. That would take care of the wall problem and teach his 'brother' a lesson all at once. Truth be told, Ares saw most of his siblings like cousins. His true sisters were those who his mother had with his father.
The chair he was sitting on was flung backwards and he stormed out into the hallway. A grin began to spread across his lips as he imagined all of the violent things he could do to Apollo. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Real fun.
Eos hadn't thought passed the moment where she decided someone had to talk Ares down from his obviously violent intentions. And of course she'd noticed that no one seemed to really have the right mindset to say the right things. Ares didn't need people telling him he was over reacting. He needed someone to tell him beating his brother to death just wasn't worth his time. He'd regret it later too. Not in the fashion that he'd regret killing. More in the fashion that Zeus would probably have a fit.
So she'd attempted to placate him privately over the messages, but he'd stopped responding to anyone but his brother's antagonistic, suicidal remarks. Since that was the case, she'd gotten up and practically ran to the stairwell, grateful she was going three flights down as to up. She came into the hallway of the fourth floor, just as he was striding into the hallway himself. She didn't think, she just hurried toward him. "Ares, wait."
The grin on his face grew wider with every step he took. There was a time when if someone had begun to utter a word like this to him, he would have torn their throats out and tossed their body into a pile of skulls. Of course back then his brother had also been a God and was pretty powerful in his own right. Fortunately in this mortal world, he had the strength and height advantage over all of his family.
Holstered beneath his shirt were two guns. Now a days weapons were much more powerful and deadly than they had been in the past. It would be foolish of him to not carry them around whenever he went to fight someone on the streets or in this apartment complex. Plus, he liked them. A lot. There was something very satisfying about knowing he was carrying around a couple of objects that could swiftly bring death to others. Just as he was about to open the doors to the stairwell, he heard someone call out his name.
When he turned around and saw who it was, he looked slightly annoyed and shook his head. "Eos, I'm not fucking waiting. Don't try and involve yourself in this. I was going to let the little bastard go after he said he didn't want anything to do with Khione then he decided he wanted to be a smart mouthed little bitch."
She closed the distance quickly, her heart beating in her throat. He looked so ready to kill. And in truth, she owed Apollo absolutely nothing to intervene on his behalf. But things were different now. They weren't immortal beings that were above the laws of men and could not be so easily killed. She could not let him do whatever he was intending to do to his brother.
She reached her hand out and laid it, very gently on his upper arm. She made the touch a gentle plea to compliment her words. "Ares, he said things out of fear. You had every right to say the things you did, but you cannot hold it against Apollo that you are still just as intimidating as you always were. So many of us are diminished, but you still hold your powerful presence. How could he, as a man, bow out gracefully and apologize to you in front of all of those on lookers? He fell into foolishness, fear and pressure."
"He could have done a filter or some shit like that." Oh yes, his manly pride and all of that was gloating at the moment. While he was no longer a god, he still instilled fear into a lot of people. People in the underground tournaments he some times participated in were afraid of fighting him. Many of his opponents had been sent to an early grave.
For a moment his eyes flickered over to where her hand was. Then he shrugged his shoulders lightly and moved his arm to the side. "Now I am about to teach him that it's better to be a cowardly little shit than to against the god of war." If the bloodlust inside of him hadn't been released than it would have been easier to talk him down. However, once that desire for blood was released inside of him, it was hard to quell it.
As he shrugged off her touch, she knew he wasn't going to be pursuaded by words. He was far to intense to see reason. She'd talk herself, and likely Apollo, before he listened to anything reasonable. And she was in no way capable of competing with him physically to keep him restrained. So her next options were severely limited. And all of them were terribly bad options at that. But it was either one bad idea, or a worse one. She'd take the bad one, even if it didn't work and she ended up humiliated, at least she would have tried.
So she took a breath, and quickly, so as to catch him by surprise (and not back out) cupped his face in both hands, her fingers sliding a little into his hair, her fingers curling, and kissed him. She had to go up on her toes to actually reach, and so off-balance, her body weight fell lightly against his chest. Her plan was to distract him, maybe direct his focus somewhere less bloodily violent. Of course, in her head she'd have to admit that she'd wanted to kiss him again, at least just once. As a reminder.
Whenever they got their powers back, one of the first things he was going to do was try and stop the world from having such strict laws. Or maybe he would leave the United States to the likes of Horcus and claim lands across the sea where it was much easier to get away with violence. For now, he would have to satisfy himself with breaking bones rather than murder.
Hello.
Eos was successful in surprising him. Both of his eyebrows shot into his forehead when she began to kiss him. That was not what he was expecting. With the way everyone else had been ranting and raving, he expected her to look him straight in the eyes and start to really go off on him. Instead her lips were against his and he could feel her softly body against his much more sturdy body. And it felt good. Real good. So good in fact that he began to kiss her back and brought an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his.
She felt his arm come around her, pressing her body tighter to his and let out a rather starved sounding groan. Ohh such a good bad idea.
She had honestly expected for him to throw her on the floor and storm off angry, but he wasn't and her whole body was very glad of that fact. Even if a small part of her brain that hadn't instantly clouded when she'd pressed herself against him was screaming at her for being a masochistic idiot. She didn't care. All that mattered right now was he was kissing her back, and it had been years since her last lover, longer since she'd been with Ares. She'd take what she could get.
Ares was happy to oblige her. Since his time here, Ares had had several lovers. All of them had been more the friends with benefits type. Which he was okay with. Eris was great to fuck and have drinks with but an enduring relationship..the two would probably end up murdering each other first. With Eos there was an intimate emotional connection. The years had watered it down but it was still there.
In between their kisses, his tongue pressed it's way past her lips and began to explore her mouth. Just like his fingers ran up and down the side of her body and began to press her shirt up her body. It allowed his fingers to roam across and explore her bare skin.
Her own hands could not keep still either. Though one had to stay on his shoulder to keep her balance, it squeezed his taunt muscle gently, and her nails scraped faintly through his shirt. His touch on her skin made her shiver visibly and illicited another sound of eager pleasure from her. In the past, the two of them had shared so very much, and she'd never been inhibited in her time with him. That trait was still evident now, as she would be very content to let him do as he liked with her right there in the hallway.
Hallways seemed to be a specialty of his. A couple of times he had gotten up to things that were best left to be done in private places. But then again, when one was caught up in a situation like this, it was hard to be logical or rationale about many things. Ares grew tired of just having bits of her bare skin to touch. So the shirt was tugged off of her. If that was too much trouble than he'd just rip it open and toss it off to the side. He could always buy her a new one later. With most of the skin on the upperhalf of her body bare now, not only were his hands exploring her chest but his lips began to work their way downwards as well.
She couldn't fathom what happened to her top, it was just suddenly gone and he was doing glorious things to her naked skin with his mouth. That was the important part. She was still new to this modern time, and so the new age undergarments were only struggled with when she had to be at work. But she'd always been one to equally give and take, so though she exhaulted in his caresses on her flesh, she wanted more of him. Her hands slid down his chest and then tugged at the edge of his shirt. "Off." Was the only word she could really coherently manage.
One word was all that was needed because off went his shirt. There was a brief pause in kissing and touching her because he needed to yank the shirt off his head. It was quickly off and his hands and lips resumed their work. His hands made their way down to her hips and his lips began to kiss all along her collar bone. Occasionally he would lightly nip her flesh as well.
As enjoyable as this was, the intensity he felt from his anger wasn't going to be satisfied with just touches and kisses. No, it demanded more from him and more from her. With his hands on her hips, he hooked his fingers against her belt loops and began to tug her pants down past her hips.
All to happy to let him quench the fire of his anger inside her, she was quick to help him, her more delicate fingers working the catch loose, and the fabric suddenly had some give in it. His tugging now proved more fruitful, the concealing fabric slipping over shapely hips and thighs. As they pooled around her bare feet she kicked them aside. Her body was now revealed for whatever pleasure he liked.
It wasn't long before his own pants were dropped and Ares was given his chance to release all of that pent up rage and energy inside of him. If this was what happened whenever he got pissed off, well, he was hoping people in the complex got mouthy with him more often.
Well if circumstances always turned out like this, Eos would be happy to oblige him in the future. Though, next time she would make the effort to catch him before he left his apartment. Of course, that obviously wouldn't deter her either.
Date/Time: Right after this
Location: Fourth floor hallway/stairwell
Rating: R
Warnings: Kissing, nudity, implied sexuality
Summary: Eos tries to persuade Ares not to kill his brother
"Smug motherfucker." Ares ignored everything everything else that was being written to him. Now wasn't the time to read; now was the time to smash. Smash one arrogant little Sun God through the wall. That would take care of the wall problem and teach his 'brother' a lesson all at once. Truth be told, Ares saw most of his siblings like cousins. His true sisters were those who his mother had with his father.
The chair he was sitting on was flung backwards and he stormed out into the hallway. A grin began to spread across his lips as he imagined all of the violent things he could do to Apollo. Oh yes, this was going to be fun. Real fun.
Eos hadn't thought passed the moment where she decided someone had to talk Ares down from his obviously violent intentions. And of course she'd noticed that no one seemed to really have the right mindset to say the right things. Ares didn't need people telling him he was over reacting. He needed someone to tell him beating his brother to death just wasn't worth his time. He'd regret it later too. Not in the fashion that he'd regret killing. More in the fashion that Zeus would probably have a fit.
So she'd attempted to placate him privately over the messages, but he'd stopped responding to anyone but his brother's antagonistic, suicidal remarks. Since that was the case, she'd gotten up and practically ran to the stairwell, grateful she was going three flights down as to up. She came into the hallway of the fourth floor, just as he was striding into the hallway himself. She didn't think, she just hurried toward him. "Ares, wait."
The grin on his face grew wider with every step he took. There was a time when if someone had begun to utter a word like this to him, he would have torn their throats out and tossed their body into a pile of skulls. Of course back then his brother had also been a God and was pretty powerful in his own right. Fortunately in this mortal world, he had the strength and height advantage over all of his family.
Holstered beneath his shirt were two guns. Now a days weapons were much more powerful and deadly than they had been in the past. It would be foolish of him to not carry them around whenever he went to fight someone on the streets or in this apartment complex. Plus, he liked them. A lot. There was something very satisfying about knowing he was carrying around a couple of objects that could swiftly bring death to others. Just as he was about to open the doors to the stairwell, he heard someone call out his name.
When he turned around and saw who it was, he looked slightly annoyed and shook his head. "Eos, I'm not fucking waiting. Don't try and involve yourself in this. I was going to let the little bastard go after he said he didn't want anything to do with Khione then he decided he wanted to be a smart mouthed little bitch."
She closed the distance quickly, her heart beating in her throat. He looked so ready to kill. And in truth, she owed Apollo absolutely nothing to intervene on his behalf. But things were different now. They weren't immortal beings that were above the laws of men and could not be so easily killed. She could not let him do whatever he was intending to do to his brother.
She reached her hand out and laid it, very gently on his upper arm. She made the touch a gentle plea to compliment her words. "Ares, he said things out of fear. You had every right to say the things you did, but you cannot hold it against Apollo that you are still just as intimidating as you always were. So many of us are diminished, but you still hold your powerful presence. How could he, as a man, bow out gracefully and apologize to you in front of all of those on lookers? He fell into foolishness, fear and pressure."
"He could have done a filter or some shit like that." Oh yes, his manly pride and all of that was gloating at the moment. While he was no longer a god, he still instilled fear into a lot of people. People in the underground tournaments he some times participated in were afraid of fighting him. Many of his opponents had been sent to an early grave.
For a moment his eyes flickered over to where her hand was. Then he shrugged his shoulders lightly and moved his arm to the side. "Now I am about to teach him that it's better to be a cowardly little shit than to against the god of war." If the bloodlust inside of him hadn't been released than it would have been easier to talk him down. However, once that desire for blood was released inside of him, it was hard to quell it.
As he shrugged off her touch, she knew he wasn't going to be pursuaded by words. He was far to intense to see reason. She'd talk herself, and likely Apollo, before he listened to anything reasonable. And she was in no way capable of competing with him physically to keep him restrained. So her next options were severely limited. And all of them were terribly bad options at that. But it was either one bad idea, or a worse one. She'd take the bad one, even if it didn't work and she ended up humiliated, at least she would have tried.
So she took a breath, and quickly, so as to catch him by surprise (and not back out) cupped his face in both hands, her fingers sliding a little into his hair, her fingers curling, and kissed him. She had to go up on her toes to actually reach, and so off-balance, her body weight fell lightly against his chest. Her plan was to distract him, maybe direct his focus somewhere less bloodily violent. Of course, in her head she'd have to admit that she'd wanted to kiss him again, at least just once. As a reminder.
Whenever they got their powers back, one of the first things he was going to do was try and stop the world from having such strict laws. Or maybe he would leave the United States to the likes of Horcus and claim lands across the sea where it was much easier to get away with violence. For now, he would have to satisfy himself with breaking bones rather than murder.
Hello.
Eos was successful in surprising him. Both of his eyebrows shot into his forehead when she began to kiss him. That was not what he was expecting. With the way everyone else had been ranting and raving, he expected her to look him straight in the eyes and start to really go off on him. Instead her lips were against his and he could feel her softly body against his much more sturdy body. And it felt good. Real good. So good in fact that he began to kiss her back and brought an arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his.
She felt his arm come around her, pressing her body tighter to his and let out a rather starved sounding groan. Ohh such a good bad idea.
She had honestly expected for him to throw her on the floor and storm off angry, but he wasn't and her whole body was very glad of that fact. Even if a small part of her brain that hadn't instantly clouded when she'd pressed herself against him was screaming at her for being a masochistic idiot. She didn't care. All that mattered right now was he was kissing her back, and it had been years since her last lover, longer since she'd been with Ares. She'd take what she could get.
Ares was happy to oblige her. Since his time here, Ares had had several lovers. All of them had been more the friends with benefits type. Which he was okay with. Eris was great to fuck and have drinks with but an enduring relationship..the two would probably end up murdering each other first. With Eos there was an intimate emotional connection. The years had watered it down but it was still there.
In between their kisses, his tongue pressed it's way past her lips and began to explore her mouth. Just like his fingers ran up and down the side of her body and began to press her shirt up her body. It allowed his fingers to roam across and explore her bare skin.
Her own hands could not keep still either. Though one had to stay on his shoulder to keep her balance, it squeezed his taunt muscle gently, and her nails scraped faintly through his shirt. His touch on her skin made her shiver visibly and illicited another sound of eager pleasure from her. In the past, the two of them had shared so very much, and she'd never been inhibited in her time with him. That trait was still evident now, as she would be very content to let him do as he liked with her right there in the hallway.
Hallways seemed to be a specialty of his. A couple of times he had gotten up to things that were best left to be done in private places. But then again, when one was caught up in a situation like this, it was hard to be logical or rationale about many things. Ares grew tired of just having bits of her bare skin to touch. So the shirt was tugged off of her. If that was too much trouble than he'd just rip it open and toss it off to the side. He could always buy her a new one later. With most of the skin on the upperhalf of her body bare now, not only were his hands exploring her chest but his lips began to work their way downwards as well.
She couldn't fathom what happened to her top, it was just suddenly gone and he was doing glorious things to her naked skin with his mouth. That was the important part. She was still new to this modern time, and so the new age undergarments were only struggled with when she had to be at work. But she'd always been one to equally give and take, so though she exhaulted in his caresses on her flesh, she wanted more of him. Her hands slid down his chest and then tugged at the edge of his shirt. "Off." Was the only word she could really coherently manage.
One word was all that was needed because off went his shirt. There was a brief pause in kissing and touching her because he needed to yank the shirt off his head. It was quickly off and his hands and lips resumed their work. His hands made their way down to her hips and his lips began to kiss all along her collar bone. Occasionally he would lightly nip her flesh as well.
As enjoyable as this was, the intensity he felt from his anger wasn't going to be satisfied with just touches and kisses. No, it demanded more from him and more from her. With his hands on her hips, he hooked his fingers against her belt loops and began to tug her pants down past her hips.
All to happy to let him quench the fire of his anger inside her, she was quick to help him, her more delicate fingers working the catch loose, and the fabric suddenly had some give in it. His tugging now proved more fruitful, the concealing fabric slipping over shapely hips and thighs. As they pooled around her bare feet she kicked them aside. Her body was now revealed for whatever pleasure he liked.
It wasn't long before his own pants were dropped and Ares was given his chance to release all of that pent up rage and energy inside of him. If this was what happened whenever he got pissed off, well, he was hoping people in the complex got mouthy with him more often.
Well if circumstances always turned out like this, Eos would be happy to oblige him in the future. Though, next time she would make the effort to catch him before he left his apartment. Of course, that obviously wouldn't deter her either.