Bellamy hovered over the battle plan maps, leaning on his arms that were posted to the edge of the table. He scanned over the pieces with tired eyes as his exhaustion finally began to show. He secretly let out a yawn, eyes trailing off to watch the flame of one of the many candles that lit his tent, burn. His attention broke when the entrance to his tent slid open behind him. He turned his head slowly to see one of his guards standing in the entrance, holding open the tent flap.

"You have a visitor, sir," the guard bowed in Murphy to the tent. Murphy had accompanied him on several missions before. He took the meaning of the phrase "if looks could kill" to a whole new, seductive level, being the son of Aphrodite. The sight of this young man, though, made Bellamy straighten up, the exhaustion suddenly taken over by anger towards his father.

"What are you doing here?" Bellamy asked, irritated. He quickly regretted coming off so strong.

"I believe I was invited," Murphy smirked bitterly.

"My father sent you," Bellamy stated as he sighed in disappointment, "again."

The tent entrance fell closed as the guard left them alone. Murphy approached the map table cautiously with a small swagger in his step.

"I know my father finds you useful in his battles," Bellamy tried to recover, "But I don't want to put your life at risk here. Not for him."

"Gee, Bellamy. It almost sounds like you can't stand me being around," Murphy leaned against the table, looking up at him.

"I'm saying that I'd rather my father fight his own wars then send my best friend in to fight them for him," Bellamy corrected, "You know I'd rather be spending time with you back home than on the battlefield.

"You don't mind fighting them for him, though," Murphy tilted his head slightly, his dark, slicked back hair tipping over to one side. His icy blue eyes were piercing Bellamy, attempting to break his armor.

"I do," Bellamy mumbled.

"Then why let him get away with it? Can't he see how much it hurts you?" Murphy prodded. Bellamy's eyes flicked dangerously at Murphy as he turned back to his maps. It was a warning for Murphy that he had crossed the line. As Bellamy's eyes searched the maps, he came to a disappointing discovery of the reality of the situation.

"You want to be here," Bellamy growled, turning to face Murphy. He began to close the gap between the two, eyes dark with rage.

"I never said that," Murphy stated smugly, unable to lie to Bellamy.

"You tricked my father, you seduced him into believing that you should be here…by my side," Bellamy's voice began to rumble with thunder.

"I may have slipped a few suggestions here or there," fear began to slip into Murphy's typically seductive, sarcastic voice.

"Why? Why would you want to be here?" Bellamy's words burst from his mouth, his eyes sad.

"Because I-"

"WHY?" Bellamy interrupted. He was on the brink of tears, but held himself together as he quickly composed himself. He backed up from Murphy, realizing that he had his hands digging into the table on each side of Murphy. Murphy could still feel the hot air and electricity that exuded from Bellamy's words that had crashed against his face.

"I want to be here for you, Bell. I don't want to be home to find out that you won't be coming back one day. It's not fair…It's not fair," Murphy's words trailed off along with his gaze that drifted down to the floor.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Murphy," Bellamy took Murphy gently by the shoulders.

"Don't worry about me, Bellamy," Murphy's sarcastic eyes met with Bellamy's gaze once more, "I can handle myself."

"I don't want to lose you either," Bellamy's feelings poured from his expression. His eyes spoke of his love with a flitter of light.

"Then let's enjoy this night, on the eve of battle. Let's savor the now," Murphy smiled, his eyes turned seductive. It didn't take god-like powers to get Bellamy to close in for the kiss. Their lips collided in a battle of their own – a storm of passion struck with electricity.

Murphy took hold of Bellamy's hips as Bellamy took up Murphy's face in his strong hands. Murphy pulled him in closer, their hips aligned as Murphy's hands wandered to Bellamy's rear. He pushed himself off the table and against Bellamy, leading him towards the bed of blankets and furs near the back of the tent. He pushed Bellamy down and quickly followed, straddling him and swinging his hips against Bellamy, rocking the bed. Bellamy slid his tongue inside Murphy's mouth as he clawed at his back. Murphy ran his hands through the tangles of Bellamy's hair, massaging the underside of Bellamy's tongue with his own.

Bellamy suddenly flipped him over, pressing his weight down on him, to Murphy's surprise. Murphy pulled back and stared at Bellamy. Murphy couldn't quite read Bellamy's expression.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. And if we die tomorrow…I'm glad it was by your side," Bellamy smiled sweetly.

Murphy smiled back before reaching back up to kiss him.