"I don't think this looks very good on my," Hades insisted from where he had locked himself in his dorm bathroom with the clothes his roommate had given him. The black skinny jeans and converse were alright, but it was the shirt he was having issues with. The black T-shirt that advertised some band he had never even heard of just didn't seem right at all.

Apollo scoffed at him. "Just get your ass out here so I can see then," He grumbled and pounded on the door, making Hades jump.

The raven haired man jumped and gave his reflection one last forlorn look before he did as he was told and opened the door, stepping out for the blond to see. Apollo looked him up and down, humming lightly in thought as he before he turned away and went to Hades' closet.

"Shirt off, now," He insisted, pulling out one of the many pristine white button up shirts that hung in there. Apollo turned around just in time to see the black fabric go over the other mans head, leaving his pale torso bare. A smirk made it's way to his lips, oh yeah someone was going to get lucky tonight. "Put this on instead," He insisted handing Hades the shirt once the other one was off.

Seeing no point in arguing that nothing would make him look good, He took the shirt and put it on. Once it was on, Apollo gave him another once over before undoing the top two buttons and rolling up the sleeves.

"Much better," He grinned.

Hades looked away, blushing some. "You know, you really don't have to bring me," he repeated for what felt like the millionth time that night.

Apollo just rolled his eyes and grabbed Hades by the arm, dragging him out of their dorm. "Hades, this is your last year in college and then your off to whatever fancy law school you choose. It's time to live a little, because honestly man, you could use a little adventure in your life,"

"I have plenty of adventure in my life," He insisted trying to should confident in that, but the look Apollo gave him told him he'd failed. "I've just, just never really been invited to any parties before," Which was also a lie, but he was pretty certain the only reason his younger brother ever invited him to something was because he felt bad for Hades.

"Well, I'm about to change that," Apollo grinned as he spotted the house said party was being held at.

The building was already crammed full of half drunk and semi-naked people, which made Hades turn a bright pink to which Apollo just laughed and pulled him inside. They went straight to where the drinks were and Apollo gave Hades the strongest thing he could find. The older man might be able to handle his alcohol rather decently, but Apollo would see to it that he was wasted enough to spread those nice legs of his by the end of the night

Hades lost Apollo halfway into the night and quickly came to the conclusion that looking for him would probably end in him seeing things that he would rather not. So he ended up sitting alone on the old porch swing in the backyard, doing his best to ignore the couple a few feet away that were doing a great deal more and sipped at his drink. It was the same kind Apollo had gotten him before, he was halfway through his third one and his head was starting to spin a bit, but not enough to make him worry about his ability to get home.

He was contemplating doing just that, surely Apollo would understand, when someone spoke, ripping him from his thoughts and making him jump slightly.

"Ah, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," the voice said again and Hades looked up to find a gorgeous man with unruly brown hair and mischievous blue eyes smiling down at him. That look alone made him wish he'd drank less because his inhibition was long gone and his thoughts were already wandering to places he'd never even dare think of upon first meeting someone. "Mind if I sit?"

Hades just nodded in response and looked back down, staring at the liquid in his cup intently, not trusting himself to speak quite yet. The other man spoke up first though, once again.

"So why are you hiding out here?"

"I, I wouldn't call it hiding, considering that you found me," Hades said quickly and he heard the other man chuckle.

"I suppose that's true. So what's your name, I don't think I've ever seen you before,"

"Hades. My name's Hades," He answered, because what harm could there be in telling someone his name. Besides this was the first conversation he'd had since he'd gotten here that hadn't started with a corny pick-up line so he'd call this a success.

"It's nice to meet you, Hades," The man smiled at him, the mischievous glow making Hades bite at his bottom lip. "I'm Priapus. You're Apollo's roommate, aren't you?"

Of course he knew Apollo. "Yeah, that's me,"

Priapus nodded and grinned even wider. "I've heard a lot about you then, Hades,"

Hades blushed a bit and look down again, not sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. "I hope that isn't a problem,"

"Not at all," He could practically hear the smirk in Priapus' voice. "Though I don't think his descriptions did you any justice so that might be a bit of a problem.

"And why is that?" Hades looked up then, almost wishing he hadn't when he realized just how close to him the brunet was.

"Because it makes me want to do things like this," Priapus murmured voice growing progressively quieter as he got even closer.

Hades watched him with wide, violet eyes, just waiting for him to try and kiss him. Just when he thought he was about to Priapus moved one of his hands to tangle his fingers in Hades' feathery black hair and used it to pull his head back so that he could place an opened mouth kiss as the base of his throat, teeth scraping against pale skin as he did.

The feeling of Priapus' mouth on his flesh and hand in his hair made Hades gasp and arch up against him. His own hands tangled themselves in the other mans hair as goosebumps spread across his skin, making him shiver.

Priapus grinned and pulled away. "I get the feeling you're not much of an exhebitionist, so why don't we move this somewhere more private?"

Hades just nodded in response, not trusting his voice once again. His eyes were wide as he watched Priapus stand and he stood as well, being led by the hand into the house by the slightly shorter man. Once inside it was just a blur of nameless faces and if it weren't for Priapus' hand he probably would have sprinted back outside again. He could have sworn he saw Apollo's grin somewhere amongst the crowds, watching him, but he really wasn't sure.

Priapus led him down the hallway and into the large bedroom at the end. "Out, now," He all but growled to the people who were currently making use of it and slammed the door shut after them, locking it.

"Is this, is this yours?" Hades asked, not really sure he was comfortable doing this in some random persons room.

To his relief, Priapus nodded and stalked towards him. "It is," He answered as he began pushing Hades towards the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt as the went.

It was completely undone by the time the backs of Hades' knees hit the mattress, making him sit down. He looked up at Priapus' with wide as and the other man smirked at him, carding a hand through his dark hair before he removed his own shirt. As he did, Hades shimmied off his shirt then removed his shoes and socks, before beginning on his pants.

He had them completely undone at the top and was just about to start sliding them off, when Priapus swatted his hands away. Hades looked up at the other man, confused, only to be pushed back so that he was laying on the bed and have Priapus hook his fingers around not only his pants, but his boxers as well and pull them off him in one swift move that Hades was pretty certain had to involve some level of sex magic.

Hades blushed bright red at being exposed so suddenly and pressed his legs together and wrapped his arms around himself self-consciously as he turned his head away, allowing his hair to fall over his eyes. Chuckling softly, Priapus kicked off the last of his clothes and climbed onto the bed, crawling up over Hades.

"You're really pretty, you know that?" He smirked, brushing the hair from his face before he began kissing at Hades throat once more, spreading his legs with his other hand so that he could sip between them.

Soft moans slipped past Hades' lips and he moved one of his hands to press the back of it against his mouth in an attempt to muffle himself as his lover continued to taunt his flesh, scrapping his teeth against the extremely sensitive areas. As he did this, Priapus pulled the bottle of lube and a condom from his dresser next to his bed and used the first item to slick up four of his fingers.

Once that was done, he pulled away and spread Hades' legs wider, making the other man blush even more, before he moved his hand down and gently pressed one of his fingers inside. He moved it slowly, making Hades whine as he slowly prepped him for what was to come. Adding finger after finger, by the time he had the forth finger inside Hades was panting softly, his eyes shut tightly while his legs trembled slightly.

If it weren't for the stories he'd heard from Apollo about the slender, raven haired man beneath him, Priapus would have figured that this was Hades' first time. But he'd heard, in great detail, that while Hades was shy and awkward he was also amazing and bed. From what he could tell so far, that was true.

"Hades, look at me," He insisted and smiled when deep violet eyes flickered open to look at him, the need in them painfully evident.

He pulled his fingers out then, enjoying the way Hades squirmed at the feeling and began to slick himself up. The soft gasp made him arch an eyebrow and he noticed where exactly Hades was looking then. The mixture of awe and lust in his eyes made Priapus smile. He knew he was larger in girth than was normal, but it was nice not to have someone freak out over and just be pleasantly surprised.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes," Hades answered softly and nodded, watching as moved closer and slowly pressed in, one of his hands moving up to rest on Priapus' shoulders as he did.

When the younger man finally breached Hades and slid all the way inside, inch my mind blowing inch, Hades' back arched of the bed as he bag to pant heavily and whine, his one hand gripping at the sheets desperately, while the other clawed at Priapus' shoudler. His slender legs wrapped around he wait and Priapus couldn't help the low groan that left him.

Somehow, he managed to stay still until his lovers breathing slowed, but the moment he did he had Hades moaning his name in a low, needy voice that snapped the little control he had. Priapus' hips jerked quickly, slamming into Hades' with each thrust he made. The older man cried out as he did, bucking back into him, to lost in the moment to be embarrassed by how loud he was getting.

Priapus had doubted Apollo when the blond insisted that the naturally subdued man could be a screamer in bed, but it only took a few seconds to make him a believer. His name was falling from Hades' lips in an almost constant chant, along with a litany of other words that could have made the most seasoned prostitute blush.

By the time Hades was nearing the edge, Priapus was pretty certain the whole house knew what was going on in his room, not like he'd really tried it to hide it though, and he wasn't complain either. Hades sounded damn hot, screaming for him. When he hit his climax though, the hand that had been on Priapus' shoulder shifted to his hair and the next thing he knew he was being pull down into desperate, sloppy kiss that made shivers run down his spine.

After that, it only took him a few more thrusts before he his his own end, and groaned into Hades' hair.

He pulled away and grinned down at Hades who had his eyes shut and was panting softly. Priapus pulled away and trashed the condom. He walked into the attached bathroom, one of the perks of paying the most rent, and cleaned up.

When he came back he noticed that Hades hadn't moved any, except for that he'd curled up some and his face looked completely relaxed. Priapus' first thought was to wake him up and kick him out, like he would have done to anyone else, but he scratched that quickly and went back into the bathroom. He came back with a damp rag and and washed off Hades before joining him on the bed and texting Apollo the the older man wasn't going to be going home tonight.

He continued to lay there as Hades progressively cuddle closer to him, trying to to think about how fucked he was.