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[adamsonofzeus]

It was easy to feel warm next to Prospero, even when he was cold he'd never been cruel. Those faint licks of affection had sustained Adam for weeks before, now there was a meal laid out before him daily. The fruition of a date that Adam never expected, the warm embrace of someone paternal that neither of the sons of kings saw coming. Honour was putting it mildly, Adam - for the first time in his life - felt privileged.

Adam thought about who he was before he managed to get his life in some semblance of together. He thought briefly about Caleb and all the shit that led up to him and then out of him. "Honestly P, I don't think you would have looked twice at me." While one hand stayed deliberately threaded with the cool grip of Prospero's leather glove, the other found a home in Adam's pocket. "Homeless. Jobless. Hopeless." He shrugged, "I wasn't much fun to be around -" Somehow Adam had gotten his shit together, got his head on straight, got a place, and while he was still fighting his way out of the hole he'd landed himself in emotionally, "I think we came into each other's lives exactly when we needed to."

A beat as Adam considered everything that Stephanos had lost, he wouldn't equate what they had with what had been taken from him because there was no version of reality where that comparison could be fair.

"And what's your truth then?" More sentimental than he had any right to be, Adam let his feet carry him with some familiarity around the set until he found a suitable surface to turn Prospero into - suddenly bracketing him against an old piece. Nose brushing against nose, breathing in the cold air of death that tasted so sweet. Adam opened his mouth for a moment to say something, about to speak - but instead he waited for Prospero's response.

there was almost a ghost of sensation in prospero's left hand whenever adam took it. through the glove, through the … whatever that hid under it. a spark of temporary life. “really?” he asked back, purely rhetorical. “well, it is my greatest honor to know you.” and for a second, a flicker: some younger version of adam, pearl-toothed and red-knuckled, sneaking into his trailer after filming. a flicker: supper in a diner once the crew had parted on their own ways, hidden by the shadows of a corner booth. 

a flicker: last day of filming, smoothing his fingers through adam's curls, promising that they'd stay in touch. how hopeful the other looked back then, eyes full of light and belief, a dog waiting by the porch for its owner to come back. “i wish i knew you earlier, though.” maybe we could've saved each other because of it. 

the padlock lasted but a second. perry chuckled as he stepped through, led by his boyfriend, into their shared past. the shadows felt familiar here, the darkness but an old haunt they had dwelt in before. under the pale moonlight, the set looked eerily vacant, the only sounds being the wind against trailer parks and their breaths, their heartbeats. a phantom feeling of chagrin almost possessed him as he scanned their surroundings for peeping eyes. perry wanted to let go of the other's hand, but instead he held onto it tauter, firmer. 

and when adam spoke, he heeded each word carefully. “yeah?" prospero turned, smiling at the other sideways. “it's been less about perspective and more about … owning up to the truth for me. not living in secrecy anymore. being open.” his eyes trailed across the set. “dropping the act.” 

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Stephanos peeled out of his clothes, all warm skin under the Summer sun as Prospero seemed to follow suit. Lengthy, pale limbs, a toned figure, and a level of personal care for his belongings that Adam had always simply lacked. Things were made to be broken, but he liked the careful way that Prospero cared for his things - like Stephanos - for instance.

This was about a thousand times more difficult than Adam had first guess: I'll set up the tent while you to get naked and start fucking- who was he? Adam had attempted, and failed, to thread the same pole into the same neoprene hole several times over before he became aware of the fact the end of the pole was just jabbing at his palm repeatedly.

"How's he feel?" Adam asked, looking from Prospero's profile as he wrapped his mouth around Stephanos' cock, to the man himself - glasses still on. Their 'tent' was still a loose pile on the ground but Adam's cock was already out, dick in palm as he tucked it over the waistband of his sweats and took to stroking himself - still not fully interacting - just watching. "How's he taste, babe?" Darker now, huskier, there was gravel in his tone as he watched Prospero get to work - eyes following the line of his back to the round of Prospero's ass. @miindkiiller

kissing prospero across the canvas of adam's skin left his lips tingling. adam giving him more access just meant him taking more space for himself, to mark and taste. adam's hand making him flex in his shorts, all until he'd step away, leaving stephanos and prospero pressed together.

"it appears our roles have been cast."

not complaining in the slightest; a thought of what to do next certainly helped with the width and breadth of possibilities before them. "would you do me the honor?" as he turned to prospero, holding him in turn. hand on his side, hand in his hair, sliding up the length of his neck to get there.

here, in some kind of semi-public, stephanos could try to stop paying attention to his sight lines. stop peering at the margins, for what might be peeking through the pages, between the trees. here, he can learn how to relax fully, if not again. "we'll have to do something for your very nice pants." any kiss was briefly paused, as stephanos pulled his fleece up and off. nothing underneath. laying it out for prospero, tucking the sleeves under it to form a vaguely nice square-ish mat. "I think I might undress the rest of the way. since it's such a nice day out, and all." teased with a grin, as he began toeing off his boots... pulling off his socks... unbuttoning his pants... without one of his lovers stopping him, he'd be bare in minutes, shameless and almost teasing with his polite little grin--

and the glasses still on, of course. @gravexheart

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"Tease." Adam said, playfully - squeezing that dead hand extra hard for good measure. "I think you might know me better than anyone else at this point." It was unintentional on Adam's part and really said more about him than anything else, but little by little he'd let Prospero in - now there wasn't anything that the son of Hades could ask for, or could want, that Adam wouldn't try to give him.

A breezy air fell from Adam's lips, something accustomed to a sigh as he walked familiar streets and passed buildings he'd known too well for too long. Some people said 'you could always go home' but that had never been true until recently, whatever bed he ended up in was his home, but sometimes home was in the clawed grip of the Underworld's prince.

The gate was locked. Annoying, but easily rectified. Adam's hand curled around the metal of the padlock as he felt a ripple of strength come up from somewhere buried in his core. It seemed to ping erratically down the nerves of his arm, imbuing him with strength in the length of time it took for a singular heartbeat; reinforcing, swelling, awakening - and with a sharp pull the lock metal bar of the padlock was ripped free.

If the lock wasn't anything to go by, the complete absence of another living soul on set punctuated what was clear from the jump: they were alone here. Not the first time... though Adam had never expected there to be another. What was it Prospero had said?

I couldn't love you in the limelight.

It should've been taken as a slight or some other backhanded statement, but neither of them knew what they were doing. Back then Adam had only cared about banging a celebrity - falling for him had never been part of the itinerary. And yet, here they were, walking hand in hand through the graveyard of everything they almost were. "Everything we do now, fighting shit - going out on quests, literally risking our lives. It's put a lot of stuff into perspective." Adam offered, "What's important... and who."

with an uncharacteristic grin, perry made a show of retracting his fingers back at the last second, the clink of teeth ringing in his ears sweetly. 

sometimes, it was hard not to picture adam as a dog. his dog, or rather their dog. collar around his neck, tongue lolling out, sweet yet unruly and precious – a companion at the porch waiting for his owners to come home. there was a reason his mother never encouraged pets, though: he was a terrible caretaker. yet they all had their vices. “the coffin is after-" marriage, he nearly said but paused beforehand. that seemed to be a dangerous word to utter in their particular line of work. “the coffin is for after we truly, truly know one another.” prospero winked. 

how much did adam know him? enough, perhaps, as the son of zeus held the gloved hand and kissed it, despite knowing what it hid. despite knowing the scars and the mistakes he had garnered through a few bad decisions.

the kiss elicited a shiver down his spine, the smack to his rear resounded it back up. “don't worry,” whispered against collarbone, “i won't report you.” 

smiling, hand in ruined hand, he followed. through streets full of people, under streetlamps awakening to light the evening, and past the places he'd been before. all of it seen with wide eyes, taking it all back in. perry would have missed the turn that led to the film set, if adam hadn't stopped him. but together they ended up at the gate, staring down at a padlock.

his eyes darted towards the street, and then back towards his boyfriend. with a smirk creeping across his lips, prospero's eyebrows slowly arched, almost in a challenge. 

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Adam tightened his hold reflexively - arms locking more securely around Stephanos’ waist. He heard what the other was saying but wouldn't accept it - maybe the other used to be, but not anymore.

His brow pressed to Stephanos’ shoulder, his voice was quiet but the edge remained - certain as the grave. “The fuck you are,” he said, words threaded fiercely and tenderly together.

Adam’s hand slid up the plane of Stephanos’ stomach, resting just beneath his chest, fingers splaying wide again like he could hold more of him. “I'll protect you,” he said simply, a beat as he thought of their third, “we'll protect you.”

There was something perpetually darkened to the son of Hecate that Adam had never really quite known the source of. He supposed it was something akin to what drew him in in the first place, that same deep desire that brought the son of Zeus to orbit Prospero as well. While Stephanos was lined with a very paternal air that Adam couldn't pull himself out of, witchcraft lay below the veneer.

"Do you think they know?" Adam felt inclined to ask, shifting slightly to lean over Stephanos, putting more of his weight on him in the process. "About Hecate -?"

despite the tonal shift, stephanos was still physically at rest. awake, but soft and still pliable, still pressing against adam for as much as he could get. content.

"always have been."

saying it out loud made it more real. "for as long as I could remember, at least."

there's something surreal, about all this. talking so softly, so openly, about something that largely existed in his own mind. sharing this part of himself with adam felt as intimate as anything else, as the softening chub still keeping him wide and open enough to trickle.

"I have vague recollections of them all my life. through to becoming an adult, my own person. to starting a family." and here, bringing others into the fold. exposing them, potentially. "when my father tried to get them to stop, for once and for all--"

he paused, then. wondering how all of this might sound. he couldn't see adam's face, couldn't gauge his reaction. it's not the most standard of pillow talk. "we didn't see any of them at his funeral. so, I'd hoped we were past it."

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Prospero attached his lips to Adam and Stephanos followed suit, the son of Zeus with a neck marked by affection - adoration. His fingers tangled with Stephanos' hair, and another hand splayed against Prospero's back. The lines between mouths, bodies, and hands dissolved with their third slotted against them and between them. Each was all firm musculature, wandering hands, and playful teeth - Adam grinned against the crown of Prospero's head, "Don't worry baby you won't be walking away from this unscathed." A joke - but not really.

"You're telling me you're going to put on a suit and I don't even get to rip it off you." It did look expensive and every seam was likely carefully measured to make sure the tailoring was perfect - but Adam still thought it'd look better in a pile on the ground somewhere - maybe discarded across a nearby tree. "Unfair." Adam nipped, arching his neck slightly to give Stephanos better access as he chastised Prospero. "Cruel, even."

Adam's palms were greedy, a squeeze at Prospero's backside, a brush beside the son of Hades' fingers to maneuver against the front of Stephanos' shorts. "I think he wants you, P." Adam mused against the shell of Prospero's ear, leaning into him - all teeth and hard physique. "Get your throat warmed up for me, I'll get the tent up so you don't have to worry about the suit." Adam took a step back, intent on watching at least as he reached for the gear and started fumbling around a bit with poles and neoprene - though his eyes were firmly fixed on the others, smirk and a tent of his own well in place. @miindkiiller

"bold, for you to mention leaving marks." stephanos never bothered to explain away the dotted crescents left in adam's wake, paired and dimpled deep. he never mentioned the blushes and blemishes, the marks of various color, mapping across his skin like the birthplaces of stars, granting him constellations of sensations to recall. they simply were, as he simply was.

as his orbit narrowed, circling towards the pair, they did indeed collide. gravitational or magnetic, the pull was either mutual, or adam was simply so slung by their forces to draw near. "like that, do you?" as he watched adam endure. as two hands reached towards him, and he moved into their contact with familiar ease. a wrist in each hand, pulling them across himself, before he'd join the space shared as if sealing a gap.

"we really must get the tent set up--" admission made with a slowly forming grin, words a helpless plea against what he knew would come. what he accepted, gladly. happy lips against adam's neck, dragging to a pout, a graze of teeth, as he'd chase prospero's kiss. the salt of adam, the sour of prospero, the sweetness of contact; a well-composed, well-balanced moment. any gap for breath would be spent mapping another mark across adam's neck, turnabout in claiming the one often staking claim. only once, between adam's throat and collarbone, did stephanos attempt any harsher affection. it's new to him, but he wanted to return the favor. to speak in the same language that seemed so familiar to the other two. @gravexheart

[adamsonofzeus]

Sinking into the comfort of the other, tightening his hold around Stephanos' midsection, fingers splayed against the warm stretch of taut skin. It could be this for as long as the other would have him but Adam only dealt with what was in front of him when it came up - the future was an invariable, but that fear wasn't enough to keep him from planting one foot in front of the other.

Stephanos already had his attention, the prior comment was enough but he was still Adam, and it was easy for him to get distracted. Thoughts of sleep, feelings of warmth, of comfort and sanctuary turning idly in his chest. He breathed against him, or into him, the difference was hard to discern when the bulk of Adam's body was covered or covering Stephanos'.

However, the underlying urgency within the subtle, tonal shift was enough to bring Adam into a more alert state - not that he was anywhere near as tired as Stephanos - he was, spent and was previously hinging on drifting off once again. "Huh-? Wait - why?" Not since arriving had Adam been out in the field, so if there was something he'd missed - or hadn't been told about - if -- "Are you in some kind of danger?"

home was a fact. home was consistency. home was comfort, and rote, and stable, as he'd made it to be.

and now, home was here; in this strange and dark cabin, in these warm and strong arms, in a cool and curious touch. stephanos didn't intend to settle in so swiftly, but he found little reason not to. why deny himself a place to land, a place to call home, when such a place would call to him, welcome him so openly?

the idea of adam or prospero leaving, or closing off to one another and leaving stephanos to the side, wasn't a concern. largely due to his safety in the matter; if they did leave, he'd be fine, in the most vital regards. he'd have his power, and his cabin, and the others he knew, all that aside. if he didn't have to worry about it, then he didn't have to think about it. safety in security. a luxury, but still present.

"here you are," he echoed, nestling back against adam. relishing the weight of him within, the slick slip of him down his tan cheek. his presence, warm and undeniable. "inexhaustible." a huff. "delightfully so."

as he was prompted, stephanos took a moment to settle in a bit further. to shift so he could speak, had better exchange of air. "if you see a person through a window, or an opening, or down an alleyway. if you see them more than once. if you feel their eyes on you, despite all their attempts to disguise it." drudging up these things, despite the fact that his dream just was, had him pulling adam a little tighter against him for comfort. "if you see a person watching you, and they're wearing a strange hat. something triangular-- or if they're trying to blend in, with an eye somewhere on it. I need you to leave where you are, to get behind closed doors, and to tell me as soon as you can."

it might have been clear in stephanos' voice, but at that point-- he was very, very awake.

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Prospero drew his fingers along Adam's jaw - finding humour at Adam's expense: playfully, the son of Zeus snapped his teeth at the air between his mouth and Prospero's fingers with an audible clink of molars on molars, canines on canines. Adam's smile followed, "Well, I'd have three options if you'd let me crawl into that coffin of yours with you." Adam assumed, was it snug? Did Prospero hang from the ceiling like a bat? Maybe the other didn't mean to be secretive - or perhaps he did - because the more Adam didn't know, the more he begged.

Prospero's hands found the front of his shirt, wrinkled as it was, Prospero was doing more for it's state than Adam had when he'd pulled it out of his closet. But moving more on instinct than not, his hand moved to cover Prospero's gloved hand at his shirt, folding his fingers over it before bringing the back of the other's knuckles to his lips.

"No fucking way," Adam punctuated this by smacking Prospero on the backside roughly with his free hand, "I'm a walking HR violation waiting to happen." If this was about retracing some old steps, the first one felt simple: still holding onto Prospero's gloved hand, Adam threaded his fingers through it - rough callouses against the smooth, cool feel of destressed leather.

Tugging Prospero from the alley and into the lights of the city, walking backward, "C'mon."

where his body met adam’s, warmth bloomed and flowered once again, as if leeching off of the other’s vitality. perry’s lips drew back flushed, pomegranate-red. “are you ending up in more beds than two?” he teased, ran his ungloved hand along the the other’s stubbled jaw with a chuckle. 

then his eyes glinted. it was quick how the other had connected the dots to perry’s true intent - his idea for this date, which was to retrace their old steps, to revisit their old haunts. all the paths they took, and all the ones they left each other at. or rather, the ones perry left adam at. 

he nodded. “it’s still there,” perry confirmed. “i checked. filming should stop around this time.” hands - one gloved, one ungloved - smoothed out the lapels of the other’s shirt as best as they could. “will you be a good scene partner?”

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It wasn't the first time that word had come up: home. He'd been a little envious when Stephanos had started talking about the family he left behind - if only because they had something that Adam always lacked. A sturdy, dependable, and faithful foundation to build upon, to soil, seed, and grow. He'd been a bad kid with no options in one instance, a deadbeat going nowhere in another, sheltering - roofless - in one of the alleys not unlike where Prospero and him had landed recently on their date.

Home was such a loaded word, every time Adam found himself in a set of walls, it inevitably fell apart. Trusting that this would last, that there wouldn't come a day when Stephanos had grown tired of his boundlessness - at present - was an impossible task. But even if this home of the three of them - presently just two - was only for the now, it would take far more than a strong wind to blow the son of Zeus away.

Adam's lips parted with the soft, breathy exhale of warm air against Stephanos' damp skin - sighing against the shell of his ear before he had the mind to tip his forehead to rest against the back of Stephanos' head. Sinking in deeper with the motion, buried as far as physicality would allow. "Never," exhaustion was a familiar state, but so was the abundance that charged through him. "I'm here," it was true that Adam could rarely keep his hands off the other, but he was more than just one instinct: he had another too. "talk to me."

early answers and responses came in soft hums. warm, affirmative, often agreeable, only once raising in question or curiosity. "when you like," he offered. "I've found myself sturdy enough for you so far." amused, followed by a soft gasp as he's introduced to teeth once more. then a chuckle, as he throbbed weakly, the motion causing an affectionate squeeze around adam within him.

in moments like these, he could let himself fall under once again, facing whatever question or quandary his mind would conjure for him, leaving him soft and pliable for adam's eventual returning affections -- or he could stay here. linger in the moment. the closeness, the warmth, the lack of construct or construction between them. unguarded, drained, as one would often be after so many pleasantly repeated performances.

"home," he offered, turning his neck to brush his nose through adam's hair. "or, where home used to be, if this is where we are, now." home was something long-lasting, long-standing. as much behind as there was ahead. this being home was new, a bit fresh for the word, but he'd wear it for the sake of the man in bed with him. "of faces in windows." with a long, low sigh. "of secrets I should likely admit to, sooner rather than later."

as if on reflex, one hand went to adam's hip; a silent plea, to stay. to hold close, to remain in that soft and warm place. to press inside him further, that he might not wiggle his way out of it, this time.

"if you're not too tired for such a thing." a door left open, just in case.

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Waking and welcoming him, opening in a great sigh, then relaxing around him - Adam winced - the tightness momentarily pushing him out as he felt himself begin to soften. The son of Zeus was without limits - but the hour was late and he'd spent himself against Stephanos many times over already. "I could get used to this." Adam commented - thoughts wandering to the other slumbering peacefully on his back, only to be pounded straight into the ground.

Warm over fingers, sliding over the back of his hand - Adam stroked the other to draw out every lingering remnant of whatever had been left to form in the few hours since the last time they'd brought one another to climax. Half depraved, Adam's painted hand came to his mouth - half lazy against his own tongue, whatever remained ended up muddled and smeared into the coarse hair at Stephanos' waist.

"Sometimes I want to be gentle." Want was the operative word, try would have fit as well - the problem was that he scarcely knew how - or his body often prevented it. All his nerves were a rush and a blur, half survivors instinct and the rest tempered over years of refinement. "With you," Adam added, quieter, "for you." Reaching between them, Adam tipped his wrist against the softening underside of his cock and slid, warm, back inside of Stephanos - pushing back the wet ache of dribbling seed back inside and warming himself within.

As if on key, Adam kissed, he pressed, then he bit - affectionately - lips closing around the salty, evening skin of the near-slumbering son of Hecate. Not enough to break, but just present enough to draw a bit of that tense, taut flesh between his incisors.

"What were you dreaming about?" Adam was awake now, though Stephanos sounded a bit like he had one foot still in his private little world of dreams. It was nice to imagine a night where he might follow the other there, but Adam was always greedy: no amount of time spent together could ever be enough, it was only natural he'd want to trail behind - proverbial tail wagging.

There was a fear forming from a root long seeded: this was a lot to lose.

adam's words, the need and affection in his voice, it could only help in both stirring and soothing the man having his slumber so blessedly interrupted. some part of his rhythm had found its way to matching, to keeping time. his grunts, his sighs, his breaths. adam setting the cadence, a deft finger on the volume, until he was too unsteady to keep it steady any longer.

jumping and flexing in adam's grip, stephanos didn't have the faculties to try and hold off or pull back. adam was gifting him so much pleasure, so much pressure inside him, before he was even capable of handling it. the man didn't wake up so much as slip under the surface of awareness, pulled into the depths of such a lovely morning by wakes and waves rippling through him. the final straw was that jam, that jab of adam's hips, breaking the beat to make one final push. stephanos gasped as he felt warmth bloom deeply, adam leaving his mark, a king's share of seed and spend to contend with.

"mmmmmmmmm." a rumbling hum, low and long and warm. that stretch, again-- as he'd run down adam's fingers, pulled and pushed and fucked to an early end. he'd likely need to wash the sheets, again.

the softness of his expression expanded as his eyes would slowly roll open, pleased and pleasured, almost yawning around adam's cock and load. twisting to look back at the man he clamped and clenched around, stephanos' open-mouthed smile would soften, as he'd rub adam's forearm. the one he'd held close to him, in the night.

"you don't have to hold back," he offered, quietly. shifting his legs, rubbing his thighs together, as he soaked in both their climaxes. "you can let go." soothing, as he'd try to shift his shoulder to the vicinity of adam's mouth. to kiss, to press, to bite.

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Adam leaned into the weight of their attention - a stormcloud growing thick. He was so fucking easy for this. For the way Stephanos’ voice drew near like gravity itself, calm and practiced and capable. For the way Prospero, dark and elegant, grinned with those cruel teeth and reached for him. It wasn't hard to imagine them against his skin, he leaned into it the moment - letting a moment of fiction transcend into their new reality.

He exhaled on a shallow laugh as Prospero bit at his neck - head tipping just slightly, baring more without hesitation. “You’re gonna talk about pristine when you’re out here leaving a mark?” he murmured, fingers already flexing in the folds of Perry’s jacket - roughly pulling him suddenly closer.

"I thought they'd like it." Adam protested about the soundless nature that fell over their circle, joking - naturally. A hand curled into the nape of Prospero's neck, pulling him closer - encouraging the bite and sighing into the subtle wince that decorated the fighter's battered features. The other fist, bruised beyond reason, softened and extended to an open palm, joining Prospero in beckoning Stephanos closer. "Come here baby." @miindkiiller

each pass around the clearing was a slow orbit around the two figures encircled. and that felt as rote as it did right; stephanos, orbiting adam and prospero. in kind with the moments where another would orbit him and the third, or all three would risk brilliant collision. leaving space to breathe, time for moments between pairs and configurations, felt as natural as it was vital. having lived decades without the younger men, he'd live well enough while they had their time together, and would happily fall into step when he'd have time with them in turn.

"almost done," he called over, if not just to tease adam with the distance. he wasn't often one to deny someone something without cause, but the need adam displayed, it was a bit of a rush. something from another time, another life, that he's been gifted with the chance to experience. and so he orbited, watching adam and prospero slowly spiral towards one another. "I'm putting this in place, so if any creatures or 'problems' cross this threshold, I will immediately be awoken and notified. then, a circle to prevent spontaneous teleportation within its boundaries. then, a circle that prevents sound within from escaping out." with a pleased pause--

"so you can be as loud as you like, and local wildlife won't be disturbed."

the last lap completed, stephanos did start to stride over, hand on wrist behind his back. watching, as much as approaching. "rewarded before the tent goes up?" head tilted-- "am I to assume we're sleeping directly under the stars, later, then?"

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There were parts of the city that Adam was going to miss, he had some friends here, few usual haunts - but he wouldn't say that he missed it here. Every corner had a bar he'd once been thrown out of and most of the restaurants wouldn't let him have a table if they took a look at the wrinkled shirt that he was wearing. The sentiment though... It was much more than Adam was used to receiving from anyone, let alone Prospero.

"Home is wherever the next fight is." He chased Prospero's lips with his own, punctuating the remark with the easy pull of bringing the dead son against him. If not cold, then ambient and lukewarm, but never warm at first. "In whatever bed I end up in." Prospero's, Stephanos', maybe his own - though Adam didn't say as much explicitly.

"You think it's still there-" Adam mused, "We could... sneak on, run some lines together." Not that the son of Zeus ever ran any lines, but the prospect of creeping through the dark with Prospero was so familiar and so... fun. "There's no intimacy coordinator this time though... Can I trust you?"

the rain-slick pavements and the wonderful scents of untended alleyways brought back memories of a different city for prospero – his home, new york, that shared a similiar urban pulse with adam's. this city was not a stranger to him as well, due to the months spent having holed up in various sets here, but he knew adam saw it in a personal light.  

perry dismounted from his pegasus, looking at the exit of the alleyway as an ambulance wailed past. then his eyes turned back to adam, faintly amused. he let himself be pulled closer, into the warmth of those muscles, seeking the other's lips with a smile. “thought you might be missing home,” he muttered. “but i also thought you might want someone to accompany you back.” someone who adam could show, perhaps. boast to his friends about. prospero could never be that, not now and not before. yet he was here for the other, something that previously hadn't been the case. 

gingerly, the necromancer took up his boyfriend's hand and squeezed. “the film set i met you on is only about ten minutes away from here.” 

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Adam’s jaw clenched, a soft, desperate sound catching behind his teeth as Stephanos pulled him in tighter - unconscious, needy, and completely unaware of what he was doing to him. The grip around his arm invited him deeper with a somatic plea that Adam threaded into a promise. His cock throbbed in response, buried as deep as it could go in the heat and pulse of Stephanos’ body, now so open, so willing, the son of Zeus wouldn't last long.

Adam moved with slow ministrations, barely more than a flex and grind, slow enough to feel every heartbeat of Stephanos’ body around him. The loop of feedback - the breath, the clench, the groan - was intoxicating. Adam leaned in, his lips brushing just beneath the curve of Stephanos’ ear, his breath warm and uneven as he whispered: "You’re letting me in so deep, baby… I can feel every inch of you."

His hips pressed forward again, a little more intentional this time, testing how much more Stephanos would take without stirring. His hand around Stephanos’ cock squeezed slightly, thumb sweeping a bead of slick from the tip, smearing it down in lazy, knowing strokes. He buried his face against the curve of Stephanos’ neck, drawing in the scent of him - warm, and clean. Their bodies fit in shape and rhythm alike, a slow roll at Adam's waist: chest to back, breath to breath as he buried himself in full depth - body twitching reflexively.

Adam's hand splayed over Stephanos’ stomach, fingers flexing slightly with a protective instinct he never bothered hiding. He felt the steady beat beneath his palm and let his eyes flutter shut, his hips finding a deeper press as a soft whimpery sound escaped him. His lips pressed a slow, needier kiss to the nape of Stephanos' neck, the bed audibly rocking, the low moans coming from the base of Adam's throat more virile than before. Adam bucked, his grip tightened. He broke in a quivering rush that overtook his body completely, cresting as he jolted his hips forward once more and seeded the crossroads as deep as physicality would allow - biting his lips instead of Stephanos' skin as Adam shuttered against Stephanos' back.

in a show of exquisite control, adam had stephanos rocking just barely, just gently, as one would on a boat docked in a marina at early morning. the softest of motions, anchored on his grip around adam's arm. holding him close. keeping him close. as adam found a way to get even closer, spreading the body at rest even wider around him.

each groan, each shift that earned another groan, was subtle and soft, but still present. clear that stephanos was contending with...something. a certain sizeable something questing for such depth within him that, even asleep, he couldn't ignore it. brows drawn, just slightly. mouth pull close, but not closed; lips towards a gentle, silent 'o' as his breathing adjusted around adam's probing. gut breaths pulling further, expanding and contracting around adam in a slow rhythm reactive to his body. should adam push further, move faster, those breaths would pick up in time. feedback, looping.

and stephanos just gripped adam's arm tighter, pulling him in harder, as if that would steady or slow the motion slowly moving him. unaware that pressing back against adam wouldn't stop or still him -- only impaling himself further on adam, flattening his cheeks to press that blunt head deeper inside himself.

[adamsonofzeus]

Of where they could have ended up, home, was not what Adam had planned. A short ferry ride across the water was the town where he'd grown up, and here was the city that had given and taken so much from him - but would always feel welcoming. The descent was rich with petrichor and redwoods, it must have rained recently but out here there were few days that didn't. July would see an end to it, then the fires would start.

An alley a few blocks off West Hastings felt a little too much like home, just off Cordova and not too far from where his apartment was still waiting for him. Were the keys still in the bowl? How much dust had started to settle? Did he ever do that last load of laundry? Adam knew the answer but any disquiet that the present day might have stirred up was extinguished by the specter of a figure that loomed over him.

It was an alley downtown and smelled just like it, a juxtaposition of Vancouver's film industry, the metropolitan life, and the countless homeless sleeping in a city of tents maybe all of three-hundred meters from where the current project was being filmed. Adam heard the sound of an ambulance, familiar.

"He is a romantic now." Adam observed, a date was the last thing Prospero would've suggested, though tugging him into an alley wasn't too far from the past. His hands found Prospero's waist, roughly pulling the other a bit closer to plant one on him, "Come here."

the cold of the night sky almost resembled the cold of a grave, enveloping him as he and his mount ascended past clouds. perry, a dark stain across the evening sky – a flying omen, casting his wicked shadow upon the world. but he also felt free here, liberated, and full of a childish wonder at seeing the world from so far up above. the wind stole his laugh, but he did twist his head to search for adam. two gods, adrift across the heavens. 

the pegasus magic worked in mysterious ways. a mixture between portal and teleportation, a gallop through space and time itself, but they were at their destinations within minutes of travel, breaking free of cloud cover to a cityscape below. pine woods and the glint of rivers greeted them as perry flew over vancouver, the hollywood up north. he soon alighted in an alley close to his destination, cheeks flushed and turning around to catch adam's landing. 

“surprise,” perry said when the other was in earshot, grinning. the place certainly held memories for them both. after all, it was chosen because he had met adam here, in a town full of film sets and celebrity trailer-mobiles, amongst unsuspecting crew.

[adamsonofzeus]

Hands already in his pockets as Adam was turned to leave, Adrian's voice cut in behind him and Adam looked back toward the son of Artemis. It wasn't the first time he'd been asked, "Uh- yeah, why?" There was a bit of a smirk that lifted at the corner of his lips because Adam had about a hundred puns, euphemisms, and other raunchy remarks loaded in the chamber just ready to go full blast off at a moment's notice. Adrian wasn't the first person to ask, or comment for that matter, there were people who seemed shocked or made a few side remarks that Adam just rolled his eyes at.

On this occasion he shrugged, "We throw our lives on the line everyday... I'm not gonna wait around when someone makes me happy, especially if it's two someones." All this shit- Adam was happy to have people to hold through it.

With a nod, Adrian returned the gesture. It wasn’t as easygoing as when Adam did it but it’s the thought that counts.

But then there was a thought that finally connected. It shouldn’t have taken so long but he’d been mostly minding his business, only peeking at the group chat when it wasn’t moving a mile a minute. Some things had been said there that, combined with this talk and his last conversation with Stephanos had finally clicked. So, staring at the son of Zeus as he was about to head out, he asked a very out of the blue question.

“Are you in a relationship? With two people?”

He sounded more mortified than anything. That’s two people more than Adrian would ever willingly inflict on having in his space. And a relationship meant it was probably all the time.

[adamsonofzeus]

Adam was very almost presentable. The shirt was a black button-up - the one nice shirt that Adam owned - but it was wrinkled. His slacks matched but bore the same crutch as the shirt in that it was poorly mishandled. A day old shiner sat over his eye, a lip he'd split just that morning pouted habitually as Prospero withdrew and took off into the sky. "The fu-" Adam started, watching Prospero ascend before getting back onto his pegasus and chasing after him.

The answer was no, Adam hated surprises - well - he hated anticipating them but loved getting them in frustrating juxtaposition. Just the same, the son of the sky was mounted once more and taking off after Prospero. "Don't let him get away on us." Adam half-commanded and half-asked the mount as he watched the sky envelope his lover in a blanket of stars.

a smile came unbidden to his lips as adam emerged, looking as ruffled and rakish as ever. there was a quality to the other that his zeus birthright now made more apparent - adam always looked windswept, as if he had walked out through a storm to get somewhere. he found it oddly, incredibly charming. 

perry arched a brow at the raised hand, but accepted the embrace in earnest, winding an arm close to the other’s neck. he withdrew with a kiss to the temple. “i may have, uh,” prospero looked down at himself, “overdressed.” at least for the place he intended to take adam. but regardless, in one graceful movement, prospero mounted his pegasus and readied himself. 

“are you fond of surprises?” he asked, smirking. “let's hope you are.” and before adam could answer, perry was already tugging on the reins and letting his winged companion carry him forth into the waiting vault above, full of evening stars, leaving the son of zeus to chase and follow from behind.

[adamsonofzeus]

It wasn't as if Adam had been waiting for this or anything - but he'd acclimated previously to not hope for too much where Prospero was concerned. The other had wanted to try this time, really try, and considering everything that death's son had been through Adam was intent to cut him some slack. It wasn't as if he was any better at this, he was angry, he kept secrets, and there was this bitter - jaded - thing festering in his gut that only felt satiety when he was aching.

If Prospero was waiting, Adam wouldn't leave him waiting for much longer - dipping nimbly beneath the tree line before trotting to a standstill only a few paces short of Prospero. A wolf whistle fell quickly from Adam's lips, flirtatious as he dismounted - despite how incognito the other looked. The sun was almost down, the two of them would be back in the dark soon - the preferred setting for the taller of the two.

"Miss me?" Adam asked, lifting a hand to dap up Prospero before remembering that wasn't gonna fly - he went in for a hug instead. Big, warm, fully embraced.

prospero made a promise to adam. 

and a few weeks later, he was ready to uphold it. the time gap was not his fault, not completely so, as fighting simulations and learning how to set boundaries with those from the other side of the veil took a colossal amount of effort and energy. but here they were, or rather here, under the intricate lacework of oak tree branches, prospero waited in a dark petticoat and his gloves, a figure carved out of obsidian. he even had sunglasses and a black cap on, despite the waning sun at the horizon. 

his pegasus whined. adam was late, but at least not by a margin of two weeks, so he rubbed the grey-dappled face of the horse, gently soothing it.

"he'll be here soon."