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his high
cheekbones. “What can I say, I like cocky. It seems to really work for me these
days.”
    Dashiel gazed down at
the godling he’d known as a quiet, starry-eyed youngster in surprise and
received a cheeky grin in response.
    Nudging their way
through the crowd, they finally made it to the bar. Dashiel managed to get
their drinks and escape the mayhem without too much hassle. Although, having
Achan pressed close against his side was distracting. Not necessarily
unwelcome, just… diverting. They’d ended up with a Long Hot Screw and a Slow
Blow Job at Achan’s rather provocative insistence.
    Finally seated at one of
the tall tables scattered around the room, Dashiel took a sip of his
drink—eyeing Achan as he tried to work the other god out. “That was a nice
stunt, by the way. At the ceremony, I mean.”
    “Thank you.” Achan’s
mischievous smile inspired a stab of desire deep in Dashiel’s gut… and had some
pretty interesting reactions lower down as well.
    “I’m rather surprised to
see you here, actually. I thought they’d have you chained to the rock for sure
by now.”
    At the comment, Achan’s
smile became a little strained, his complexion a little paler. But he still
managed to shrug nonchalantly enough. “Hey, I’m a Mercury .
Theft and mischief are part of my portfolio now. I thought I’d start things off
with a bang.”
    “Well, you certainly got
everyone’s attention, that’s for sure.”
    “Mmm… well, getting a
little attention is nice, don’t you think?”
    Achan’s eyes fixed on
him, the teasing light well and truly back in full force now.
    Dashiel cleared his
throat and took another sip of his drink. “So, what have you been up to
anyway?”
    “Oh, lots of things. But
I never kiss and tell.” Achan raised his glass, drawing attention to his full,
soft lips currently curled up in a little smile.
    When had Achan become
such a tease? And why did Dashiel find it so appealing?
    “What about you?” Achan
asked, placing his glass back on the table and running the tip of one long
finger around the edge. “Still inspiring love and breaking hearts?”
    Dashiel wasn’t sure he’d
quite put it like that, but both were covered under his mandate. “It’s all part
of the job.”
    “Such dedication to
duty.”
    Before Dashiel could say
anything in reply, the music shifted to something slower, a break from the
vigorous rhythms that had been pounding out since Dashiel entered The Den.
    “Oh! I love this one,”
Achan moaned as he began to sway with the beat. “Dance with me?”
    Dancing was the last
thing on Dashiel’s mind after the little moan that had slipped from Achan’s
lips and the sensual sway. But he stood, ready to
accept the offer in a heartbeat. Although, it was somewhat hard on his
cock—which had stiffened and caught at an uncomfortable angle in his tight
leather pants.
    With a little laugh—as
if he knew exactly what he was doing to Dashiel—Achan took his hand and hurried
them onto the dance floor. And soon, he had an armful of warm, sensual god to
distract him as they began to move together.
    Achan seemed intent on
driving him insane as he continued to rub and slide their bodies together.
Then, as if not content with just that level of torment, Achan lay his head
down against Dashiel’s chest in an intimate gesture that stole Dashiel’s heart
completely. Looking down at the spikes of dark hair, seeing the dark crescents
of Achan’s lashes flutter closed and sensing what felt suspiciously like a
contented sigh against him—it was too much to take. The ache too intense.
    “Come home with me.”
    “Mmm…” he felt more than
heard Achan murmur as he snuggled a little closer. “Wish I could, but I have an
early start tomorrow.”
    With a little squeeze as
if to soften the rejection, Achan stepped away as the song came to an end.
    “Where do you live? When
can I see you again?”
    With a little chuckle,
Achan backed away another step, until he was just out