Declarations
by Erin
September 2007

In all his long, immortal life, Deimos had never heard the words, "I love you," after a quick fuck. He'd sure as Tartarus never said it, either; sex was just sex, after all. It was just fucking, just bodies and sweat and come and emotions didn't enter into it, except for how good it felt. It was all about getting off -- all about him getting off. The other guy was just a convenient hand/mouth/hole and what did Deimos care if whatever his name was came or not? Well, okay, if it was another god, Deimos at least made some effort to reciprocate, otherwise he'd never get that piece of ass again. But if it was just some mortal, then who gave a crap?

So why the fuck -- why in Kronos' name -- why -- just--just why had those three little words slipped out? He'd just...said it. He'd opened his mouth and there they were, spilling out without any conscious thought, hanging in the air like a bad smell, like an ugly wound, like dirty laundry, like--

"Well, of course you do."

"What?" Deimos jerked upright, sending the pillows flying off the bed. He must've looked as appalled as he felt, because Autolycus was chuckling as he dropped down beside him, leaning back against the headboard.

"Oh, come on now, you aren't really surprised, are you? Of course you're not," Autolycus said with supreme confidence as he stretched out his legs, crossing his ankles.

"You're a mortal!" Deimos said, shuddering in disgust. Well, he made an attempt at it anyway. The shudder...didn't quite happen, it was more of a shiver, and that had a lot more to do with the sight of all that tasty nakedness laid out before him.

"And not just any mortal, the King of Thieves. The most talented in the business, and best looking if I do say so myself, and I do," Autolycus said as he smoothed out his mustache. "Ah, face it Deimos, you've had the good sense and excellent taste to fall in love with the best of the best."

Autolycus grinned at him, a thoroughly possessive look, and Deimos recoiled backwards. Or, at least he tried to. The arm Autolycus dropped around his shoulders held him in place.

"You're about to lose that arm," Deimos warned, raising a hand, blue sparks dancing around his fingertips.

"Sure I am." Chuckling again, Autolycus yanked him close.

Deimos fell against him with a yelp, surprised enough that he lost his concentration and his hold on his powers slipped; the sparks disappeared.

"Are you insane?" Deimos stared at him, wide-eyed.

"You know, it's amazing how many people mistake genius for insanity," Autolycus said with a sigh and a shake of his head. "Now gimme some sugar, baby."

Anything Deimos might've said was cut off by Autolycus' lips covering his. Deimos started to shove away, but when his hands touched Autolycus' chest, they just kind of...stayed there. Fingers rubbing against a nipple, another hand sliding down low and Autolycus murmuring encouragement into his mouth the entire time.

What the Tartarus, Deimos figured; they could "discuss" this later. A lot later.

Fin