Title: Hold Your Position
Rate: T
Genre: Romance, Slash, Humor
Summary: Apollo needs a timeout. He felt utterly destroyed one time, and no one knows why. Really, it's not because he's sick or something. He just really misses his mom. (Not the real Summary)
Warning: Innuendos and an odd, OOCed Ares because of a potion. Hints of slash(gayness to be blunt), cursing, and very disturbing gods having an OOC streak... sometimes. Criticism and flames are allowed.

Prompt: Apollo hearing perverted things when Ares orders him around.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything... not at all. Well, you would not even be reading this if you do not know, right? I don't own anything. Not at all. You can contact my secretary and writer.

Hi there, guys! This is SelC reporting for duty, passing to you an unavoidable fanfic which will need your utmost support and, perhaps, gentle criticism... Nah, actually, you can flame me! I want to really know what's odd and unusual with this... I'm posting it for someone by B.S. (no, that's not the initials of Bu** and Sh**) since he does not wish to be known as an, ahem, yaoi fan. Not that he is gay... it was a dare. By me. And I loved torturing him.

I need to know which people prefer the most...


Hold Your Position

Ares

Ares' glare pierced through the subordinate's head. If looks could kill, he would be dead. He just suddenly burst through the door without permission or confirmation to enter. How dare he defy my fucking orders!

The pale man gave him a shaky greeting of, "The ex-general sent a new person and said I should call for you to initiate him."

Ares simply glared, assessed the situation and wondered if he should just end the life of the squeaky toy in front of him. He grunted and said, "I want you to get me your supervisor. Get out of my office, you stupid fuck."

The subordinate bowed, pale and sweaty, then he dashes out of the room point-two second flat. Ares snorted at his actions and stood up roughly, making his chair roll behind him. He glanced at his watch and saw that it was still a quarter to nine. He grumbled under his breath, cursing inwardly when he realized he just missed dinner. Damn—and he was just expecting to eat some chili for dinner.

He left his office, locked and secured with several traps, walking towards the stairs. During the walk down, he realized what the subordinate meant by a new private and scowled vehemently. Great, there was one wimpy neophyte to train and toughen up. Although it meant he would be accompanying the newbie to battles, it also meant that he would have to tolerate him and restrain himself from being an ass. He liked fights all right—except for a new trainee sent by Artemis.

Artemis is a stuck-up bitch, but she did her work well, especially when she gained her own troop. She left the agency and made her own, which she named The Hunters, TH1. They settled themselves in several hidden camps in the woods, ambushing illegal settlers if they ever passed. Still, Ares' division was higher than anyone else's division. He always brought the best out of every soldier he trained. Some of his other supervisors seemed like they were slacking if one subordinate was out of place.

He reached the lobby's floor and the sight of his ex-second-in-command greeted him. The woman was pissed, obviously, when he arrived. She glanced at the watch on the wall and scowled angrily.

"You're late!" she accused. The newbie behind her did not even flinch. Ares, being taller than the woman is, could see tufts of blond hair with a similar to the sun's shade peeking from behind her.

Ares shrugged casually. "I wasn't aware that we have an appointment," he spat, grumbling under his breath. "I haven't eaten yet, Artemis, so don't talk to me like that."

"See? I told you we should have gone with my plan, but no," the melodic voice of the newbie started, "you wanted to rush and strap me to this agency immediately. I said the boss of this place would probably have nothing to eat, but no, you said we should not even bring him food. Gladly, I thought of that and I brought a meal."

Ares blinked rapidly, stunned at the voice. A youthful boy pushed the woman away, and he only saw blue eyes before a bag appeared near his face. A fair, peachy—soft—hand held the bag up carefully. Ares could smell a delicious scent of something spicy coming from the lunch bag.

The blue eyes that he caught a glimpse of earlier made him remember his old dreams of flying in the air. He remembered his childhood of playing war games and bombing terrorists from above with a flying bomber plane. Ares could easily mistake the shade of his eyes as the sky and he would not even correct himself. The boy might as well be the sun and sky with his bright hair and sky-blue eyes.

"We brought you food, boss," the same voice said. Ares took the bag hesitantly and furrowed his brows, wondering where and when the newbie did caught the idea of bringing food. "I think you'll like something spicy, so I fixed you a meal."

Ares scrutinized the boy, scrunching up his nose when he noticed that he looked so thin. "What kind of food do you even feed yourself, kid?"

He looked lean, and he had a very pretty face, like a girl. His stance was carefree, but he had a light trail of muscles in his arms that Ares could barely make out. His sleeveless jacket covered his torso completely, so he could barely see his torso. The kid was wearing skinny jeans, though, and it showed a decent, long pair of legs that would probably hold him for three hours of running. Now, if the kid had the necessary stamina for the run and little fatigue, he would be a perfect messenger or an assassin. He could be another sniper like Artemis though.

The boy—how old is he?—blinked at him and pursed his mouth. "I don't, um, remember what I eat."

Ares glanced at his shoulder and down to his long arms, wondering what kind of gun the kid could handle. "Have you ever held a pistol?"

To his surprise, the boy blushed furiously. "I—I, um, uh, don't understand?" he squeaked. Ares scowled at his stuttering and Artemis laughed at him.

"He meant a real gun, Apollo," Artemis said, snickering. "Maybe you should be specific about the guns, Ares."

Apollo—was that his real name?—laughed nervously. "I guess so, if you mean if I... shot one?"

Ares raised an eyebrow at him and the snickering Artemis. "Are the two of you related, somehow?"

"He's my older twin brother."

Ares could barely hide the shock from his face and voice. "Are you lying to me, Artemis? This kid barely looks older than you!"

Artemis' grin turned wider. Ares noticed how she changed from cranky to a laughing lunatic. "Apollo takes from mom's genes."

Apollo's mouth twitched. "I am eighteen, and I do look my age," Apollo informed, erasing the blush from his face. The kid threw a scowl at Artemis and frowned.

Ares rubbed his temples at the revelation. "You were too underage to be an agent," he muttered, glaring at Artemis. She had been his second-in-command for three years, meaning she was just a fifteen-year-old girl back then instead of a legal eighteen.

Artemis' small, smug smile did not vanish. "I'm sure you can make exceptions, boss. I do look like a woman, after all."

Ares turned to Apollo and glared. "You look too pretty to be a man, kid."

Apollo flushed red and looked down. "I'm sorry, boss. My sister said she wanted me here."

"Stop calling me boss—damn it, I need—"

Apollo handed him a small pouch. Ares stared at the pouch in his hand and opened it out of curiosity, finding four pills of aspirin. He grabbed two of it and popped it inside his mouth, choosing not to be surprised. Apollo handed him a water bottle—where did he fucking get that?—and he took a mouthful to swallow with the pills.

Artemis stood smugly beside the kid. "So, what do you think? Can you accept him?"

Ares scowled. "What is this place, a boy scout facility?"

Apollo giggled. He damn as hell giggled. It sounded so pretty, except he was a boy. Artemis threw the kid a scowl and muttered under her breath, "Damn weird guessing ass."

Apollo gave her a look and said, "I told you so."

"Well, actually, I trained with him," Artemis said, wearing an evil smile on her face. Apollo looked confused. "He's in par with me, Ares, and that should count!"

Ares scowled, but thought about it. Artemis was one of his best fighters, and she was one hell of a sniper. She never lost to anyone, and she defeated everyone who thought she was too much a girl to fight or win. To find someone that could not even defeat her would be impossible.

Ares glanced at the kid and scowled. Okay, so maybe it was close to possible.

"If you can spar with him right now—"

Apollo shrugged his shoulders and dropped down when Artemis swung a swift fist towards his head. The womanly girl threw a series of assaults that usually brought down her previous foes down, but Apollo held himself with a smile as he evaded her. Artemis wore a scowl and changed tactics, upping the level of her fighting skills to something fatal. Apollo grasped her by the ankle when he ducked and pulled, making Artemis fall on the ground harshly.

Ares felt his mouth turn up slightly when the woman let out a series of curses as she stood to regain her attacks, but Apollo cut her off with his own. He was faster and much more graceful than her techniques, moving with a familiar ease as he took himself to overwhelm Artemis with calm in his eyes. His movements were different, and Ares discovered that he did not know the techniques he unfolded—and he already mastered every fighting style he knew.

The pattern did not last as Apollo jumped—he jumped—right over Artemis, and she was standing—and held the womanly girl by the head, tilting his swiftly to a very dangerous angle and simply stood there.

Artemis' gasp of surprise proved that their fight was something real and not rehearsed. The kid glowed with a kind of light around him as he smiled. He let go of her head and approached a first aid kit from the floor. He stole a bandage from the pile inside and walked back over to his sister, tending to her bruised ankle.

"Did you break something?"

Apollo blushed as he whipped his head to look at him. "I, uh, didn't break anything, unless you mean one of her earrings, but nothing in her body. I think I sprained her ankle and she hit the ground hard."

Ares felt tolerable to his stuttering. The fight amazed him, and Apollo did not once disappoint him. "Did she land a hit on you?"

"I..." he stammered, blinking rapidly. The blush disappeared completely. "Well, she hit my hair, but I don't think you mean anything that won't hurt me."

Artemis still looked smug despite getting her ass handed to her by her own brother. "He's much more experienced now, though."

Apollo sputtered and blushed at her words, covering his face with his hands when Ares chuckled slightly at the sight. The boy had some amazing skills, which he could tell brought him there. Since Artemis left, she always complained at his being mean to subordinates. She always sent him neophyte fighters, but they always failed to amuse and amaze him.

"Is this some kind of last resort?" he said aloud, scoffing.

"Apollo is amazing," Artemis agreed, looking satisfied. "He's a great fighter, and he can cook up some delicious meal. You can place him anywhere. He's practically housewife material, but don't mind that."

Apollo blushed even redder at her words. "You're exaggerating!"

"That's the same thing you said before you've beaten up all your bullies back at home, you know."

Ares chuckled, making them look to stare at him. "I'll post him in the canteen last. I do not want anyone to know he cooks well. He is a bright kid, Artemis. Apollo's thoughtful, perhaps attentive and alert."

Apollo threw him a small smile and said, "Thank you."

Ares grew more amused. "You better be aware that I rarely give out compliments to anyone. You're practically an expert assassin in disguise."

Artemis burst out laughing. Apollo's smile slightly widened, but then the blush returned slowly as Artemis continued her chortles. "Sorry—it's just I remember you say that I was some kind of expert fighter in disguise before, too. I remember you immediately promoted me when I kicked your second-in-command to kingdom come for insulting me."

Ares' lip twitched at the memory. "Well he couldn't hold his ground properly, so what else can break the ice by making you the next second-in-command? Besides that, the asshole kept on bitching about a pay raise while you just complained about the paperwork."

Apollo's smile turned softer and his eyes much more gentle. Ares saw the older brother that Artemis saw in the boy. He suddenly looked thoughtful.

"What is it, kid?"

"Oh," he started softly. The softer quality of his voice startled Ares. "It's just that you did not even think that a woman being your second-in-command before would put your reputation to shame. You treat everyone equally when deserved, and when achieved it fairly. You are an amazing boss like I guessed."

"Of course I didn't mind Artemis," Ares said, nodding at the boy. "She kicked their asses fair and square, especially since everyone challenged her."

"Apollo's always accurate when it comes to guessing, but he seldom does it anymore," Artemis commented, patting her own long brown hair. Apollo's face turned gloomy and wilted. "He's good at it so much that he could make prophesies, like the one he gave me. He said I would be a second-in-command. I didn't understand what it meant until five years later."

Ares nodded. He noticed that the boy brought things that he guessed that his new boss would need. "Well, that's an awesome talent for a kid," he said instead.

Apollo looked very much wilted when Artemis mentioned his talent, but then he turned to look at him in confusion.

"Don't you want me to read you?"

"Nah," Ares said, waving the idea off, "I quite like surprises in my life. I'd rather not know what happens in it unless you tell me by yourself."

Artemis once again looked smug, but Apollo smiled slightly. "I think my brother will be in good hands."

Apollo blushed. "Sorry, boss, but I just guess that you're going to kick her out after she said that."

Ares smirked, and the kid blushed even more. "Oh, however did you guess?" he questioned mockingly. "Get out of the vicinity, Artemis. You will regret leaving me your secret brother. I think I'll try not to mention you will lose an amazing cook."

Artemis rolled her eyes, but her smile did not vanish. "I'll try not to mention that he's going to need specific orders. By the way, Apollo needs frequent supervision. I'll leave out that I have to worship your altar for accepting my older brother."

She sauntered out of the premises, leaving the two of them standing in the lobby. Apollo seemed nervous without his sister. He kept on looking at the ground and anywhere else but Ares' eyes.

"Stand still and stop that nervousness," Ares ordered calmly, watching as Apollo stood straight and blushed. "I'm not going to bite after your sister disappeared, you know. She's like a pecking mother hen, but she's like a sister to me, too."

"I, um, am not a people person," Apollo stammered. "I don't know what to say to make them, uh, like me or something. I turn out to be a know-it-all to them."

"I've never thought of things like that before." Ares scoffed. "You can tell me anything you want, I don't really care. Hell, you can tell me how I will be such a pathetic boss, but I will not care. But that's not only because you're connected to your sister, and because you're my new Lieutenant General, but because you've proven yourself."

Apollo's eyes were wide. "Boss, Artemis did not mention that I'm applying for that position."

"You're a good kid, Apollo, and you're too insecure for your own good. Try to fix that, and we'll get along like long-lost half-brothers, not awkward long-lost half-brothers."

"Thank you," Apollo said, smiling up at him. He stood taller, and his head reached just the crook of Ares' neck.

"Now, let's see if I guessed right about you an amazing cook." Ares headed back to the stairs, but then he remembered Apollo. Could the boy even handle the stairs? Damn, now he was thinking like a wimp—he just saw the boy beat his previous second-in-command.

Alternatively, maybe he could hide Apollo's strength and make everyone take him for granted. It would cause the boy some insecurity, but when he defeats them, he would probably brighten up some. Apollo needed a push to become more confident.

He turned back and blinked as the boy adjusted the first-aid kit bag and placed the water bottle at the side pocket of the bag. "Let me guess—we're taking the elevator?"

Apollo's mouth twitched into a small smile. "We can take the stairs if you want, boss."

Ares smirked. "Now, don't do that. I know we're going to take the elevator."


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