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Characters: Zeus & Dionysus
Date/Time: Late night, October 8
Location: Greece
Rating: R
Warnings: Drug Used, Language, Drag Queens, Sexual Themes
Summary: Zeus and Dion live it up before getting back to business.

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Inside Zeus was roaring with laughter; at the same time, Dion was sending tingles down his spine. Despite all of the excitement, he was well trained in keeping a straight face in these types of situations. For the driver who whipped onto the street he giggled coyly, and in the moment that followed his lips had found his sons. His laughter had been replaced with hunger.

Dion's lips were softer than any woman's and his skin was soft like a virgins, which were his favorite. Zeus had no problem slipping into his new role and was enjoying himself immensely. The taste of alcohol had mixed splendidly into their kiss once tongue was added. His son was a man of course, but right now he was indistinguishable from a woman in every way. If Zeus wasn't careful he'd end up having his way with the boy, there cover would be blown, and they'd probably have to kill the cab driver, just to avoid a mess.

Thankfully it didn't come to that, at least not yet, as Zeus sunk lower into the back seat of the cab. It was only just a bit, so that he could experience the baby smooth skin on his neck. Careful not to leave any kind of mark, he kissed and sucked on as much of the smooth skin as he could. This was worse than than their shared kiss, now he wanted the silky flesh of Dion' thigh. If his neck was this divine-well, Zeus couldn't even imagine the other treasures in store.

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Dionysus would possibly be okay if it came to that. It wasn't so much the murdering of an innocent person that would bother him, as much as it would be breaking a vow. Right now his eye wasn't wandering, at least not in his mind, instead he was putting on an act. He was performing live theater. Theater was a part of who he was, it was something he reigned over back home.

Right now it wasn't something he had to worry about too much. They were still in control of themselves but he could feel some of his control starting to slip away when he felt his father's lips on his neck. No wonder his father had had so many lovers, his lips were masterful. A delicious moan escaped his lips and the taxi driver began to shift about in his seat as a result.

A hand was raised to Zeus' face and he gently guided away from his neck and back to his lips. He used his tongue to part their lips ever so slightly, just enough so that capture his father's tongue and begin to suckle on it. Just when his looked like his hand was going to sneak all the way up Zeus' skirt, the taxi came to an abrupt stop. The taxi driver was so distracted that he almost rear ended another car.

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Zeus clapped his hands over his tucked organs and curled up against the backseat. His expression was twisted and real tears fell from his eyes. What the hell happened? Was it Dion's hand, or his elbow? Maybe it was the purse, or perhaps he did it himself. One moment he was enjoying kissing his son and the next his penis and balls were slammed into, and the poor thing s were already tucked so tightly. How was this kind of pain even possible? Would he never use his penis again?

The cab driver gaped, and started muttering apologies. “KEEP DRIVING!” Ordered a purple faced Zeus; he made no attempt to hide his man voice and finally lifted himself up. This cab driver was in for it, not only was he responsible for the damaging of his jewels (he didn't even want to look). The worst of the pain had gone, but a sting was still lingering. Through the rearview mirror he glared at the driver, while digging a gun and silencer from his bag. He screwed the two together and held the gun in his lap, under his purse-of course he'd have to wait for the right time to shoot, but there was no harm in being prepared.

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Poor Zeus, it was Dionysus' elbow that did him in. When the car jerked to a halt, his elbow was flung forward and it connected with Zeus' bits and pieces. Dionysus was by no means a beast physically, but when he had that much momentum on his side, it was going to hurt. He gasped when he saw the look of pain his father.

"Father!"

He rested an arm around Zeus' shoulder and kept him close. A very, very nasty glare was shot at the cab driver. How dare he be so reckless and injure his father. Shooting the man was not going to be enough. Dionysus wanted him to suffer like his father was suffering. A devious, malicious little grin started to spill across his lips. When the two of them got out of the car, they would have fun with the taxi driver.

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Dion was such a sweet boy, Zeus never felt anything but comfortable with his son; besides his plans for Ariadne there wasn't much he wouldn't share with the kid. His hands were joined over the purse on his lap and the rest of his body was leaning into his son, who thankfully had strong arms. because he was not really a woman. His whole body shivered with anticipation, all he wanted to do was shoot that mother fucker who couldn't drive his car properly (forget that it was his fault the cab driver had an accident).

Had Zeus any knowledge of what his son was planning for the driver, he'd be even more impatient. How irritating it was to have to make sure no one could see this man being murdered. He was King of Olympus, hiding was obsolete. Thinking of his mortal life as a experience to gain knowledge was all the kept him sane. After a few minutes of observing the city outside of the taxi, he instructed the driver where to stop in a curtly manner.

For nearly ten minutes this continued until the car was parked in an alley behind various shops and restaurants that had closed down for the night. Everything in the area had been deserted for the night, and the taxi driver actually believed that he owned the shop they were currently parked behind. Zeus wasted no pointing the gun at the drivers head.

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The driver's eyes widened in the rear view mirror. Dionysus clapped his hands together, looking like an excited school girl. It had been far too long since he had been allowed to play with someone. The great thing was; if anyone had seen them enter the taxi, they'd seen them enter as two well disguised women.

"Step outside please or my father here will blow your head off."

He spoke in a sing-song voice and the man quickly exited the cab. Under his breath he muttered in Greek that the the two were crazy bitches and he hoped he survived this. Dionysus tsked and reached into his purse. He had some plastic gloves inside of it that he was planning to use for some other nefarious deed but they would come in handy now. He slipped them on before he cracked the man upside the head with more force than the man expected. He groaned and dropped onto the ground, his tongue spilling out his mouth.

Dionysus spoke to the man in Greek. "Crazy? Yes. Bitches? Such foul language. Something needs to be done with that tongue of yours."

It was about to get ugly in this alley. One heel was raised and the high heel was used to stab the man's tongue. He screamed out in muffled horror as pain ran through him and the crazed god twisted his ankle around, drilling the heel into the tongue. He used enough force that he was about to sever it.

"Now I want you to be a good boy and swallow your tongue or I am going to dance on your dead corpse. I love dancing beneath the moon."

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When Dion asked the driver to exit the car Zeus was surprised, but he wouldn't show it. Instead he kept the gun fixed on the man and followed the other two out of the car. All he could afford was a small chuckle at the drivers comment--if he only knew! He rested his back against the cab and watched as his son tortured the pitiful man. A hint of a smirk played on his lips; it wasn't until Dion ordered the man to swallow his tongue, that all of his bright teeth shined under the moonlight.

For a couple minutes he observed the man with a wicked grin, reveling in the man's anguish, which would only get worse if the driver didn't follow orders. Zeus could see no sign that he had swallowed his tongue, and assumed the man was hoping they'd get bored an move on.

Finally he removed himself from the comfortable position he was in, and stalked slowly over to the scene. Zeus grabbed more than a tuft of the man's hair and yanked his head into view. "Let's see if he's been naughty." It was too clear that by now he was dead, but still shook his head vigorously as if trying to get something to fall out of the man's mouth. With ease his mouth flew open, his tongue as well. It was dangling from a very thin piece of flesh.

"We'll send this to his family," he pronounced eagerly, before divorcing the tongue from it's mouth. There were a few pieces of flesh lingering on the ground thanks to Dion's heel; Zeus gathered them, wrapped them in a hanky and shoved it all into his purse. Then from the corpse's back pockets he retrieved a wallet and tossed it to his son, in the wallet, hopefully they'd find an address.

If Dion still wanted to dance on the corpse, Zeus wanted his fun as well. He pulled a switchblade from his purse and used it to cut open the shirt. On the exposed back skin, he started to carve words using Ancient Greek. "Come help me," he told his son distractedly as he continued to work. Now the cops would think it was the work of some cult--that would be the 'logical' explanation for missing tongues, and a carved back.

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"Mr. Lambourne, silly Mr.Lambourne. So careless with daddy and now Ms. Lambourne is going to find him all dressed up in scars with no where to go but the Underworld." There was a picture of the driver and a woman in his wallet, the two of them looked so happy together. Dionysus assumed that was his wife but it could have been his sister for all he knew.

"Yes, yes, father. Of course."

Right now Dionysus looked and sounded like he was out of his mind but he followed his father's instructions diligently. If the man was still alive, his flesh would have been a piece of living art. Dionysus carved the skin with great skill and recited some of his favorite passages about death and rebirth. Some of them were passages that he had come up with himself. Once he was done, he tucked the knife away and bent down so he was close to the man's face.

"Would you like to dance? Oh? No? Such a quiet one, I'd say the cat has your tongue but we both know who has your tongue."

He began to laugh and clapped his hands together. It had been so long since he had seen death first hand and had been allowed to be a part of it's manifestation. He reached out a hand towards his father.

"Care for a dance before we go paint the rest of the town red?"

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Admittedly, he relished in carving up the man's back, the blood was still fresh, warm, and slipped pleasantly through his fingers. Not once did Zeus flinch during the engraving-his only negative energy stemmed from his still, seething anger from the cab drivers previous transgression. He took a swig from the flask in his purse, before tossing the container to Dionysus.

“Yes let's dance.” Usually he was one to watch the dancing, but this time he wouldn't mind participating. Not wanting to ruin his spectacular shoes, not to mention dancing was easier without heels, he slipped them of, leaving them near the fresh corpse. Around the body, Zeus swayed to the mellifluous humming of the breeze that passed through the alleyway. The moon was his spotlight and the stars were his spectators. Viewing the figures forever engraved into the night sky, from the ground, as a mortal was something quite spectacular. His chest swelled with pride, a feeling not dissimilar from when he had first arranged the constellations. After admiring enough of his work he took hold of his son's hand, and started dancing with more fervor as the wind started to pick up.