A/N: *dusts fic off* I'm so sorry, I know it's been absolute ages since I updated this fic. I do apologize. I can honestly say that I was turned off from this story for a bit but I never had plans to leave it unfinished...otherwise I wouldn't have written the full story outline. But, I'm more enthused than ever about it now. I'll update as much as I can, but it might be slower than usual because of time consumming University work. I swear I won't abandon it, though. ^_^

Oh and let the record state, that no matter what they've shown me in Asylum so far, Violate is still my OTP. I will likely ship them when I am dust.

Your musical selection for this chapter: The Black Swan Pas de Deux from the third scene of Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake.

Finally, the image that comes attached to this story is what is described in this chapter.

Patrick: Dyonisus

Moira: Aphrodite

Luke: Cupid

Chapter Three: A Seductive Pas de Deux

The day had passed for both Tate and Violet in a blur. Tate focused on the insipid shit he had to do, but in the back of his mind a plan had been formed. Violet sat in the back of all her classes and spent the day carefully sketching a detailed drawing of a set of armor that she seemed to know by heart, but consciously recognized, she hadn't seen before. It was a short eternity before they both found themselves in their respective homes.

Violet didn't bother to get changed. She just waited for Tate in her front porch while she read Frankenstein for about the fifth time. Not that she would let herself admit that she was waiting for him, however. No, if asked, she would say that she was reading her book outside to get a fresh breeze. Or something that sounded equally dismissive.

Tate had asked Patrick to come over to his house and check what he had set out. If there was one man who knew anything about seduction, it would be Patrick. Orgies weren't held in this guy's honor for nothing. Sure, he could've asked Aphrodite for help, but she had done enough already.

Patrick started adding things and subtracting them: candles were too much, but dangling lights were fine; wine was perfect; red roses were a cliché; a bracelet too much. More and more details were added and subtracted until the house received Pat's seal of approval.

"You always were the one of us who could keep himself caged."-Patrick said when he had finished decorating.

"What the fuck, Patrick?"

"You know what I mean. You were married to Persephone millions of years ago, she died and you haven't fucked anyone ever since. Now, you're going to seduce a chick who looks a lot like your dead wife. So, you have the biggest blue balls in the history of man and you're a creeper."

"Watch it, you disco queen! I might not be able to kill you, but I can still kill the people at your next orgy."

"Oh yeah? And you'd just love for Zeus to find out about what you're doing."

"Leave him out of this!"

"I will. Just don't kill my fuckers. And do me a favor…fuck this girl already. Not for me, but for the health of your balls. They'll thank you, in the end."

"Out, Patrick!"

Patrick just smiled and smacked Tate's butt as he walked off. Then he left two bottles of wine on the dining room table.

"Left you some of my special brew! I'm not telling you what I laced it with, but it's not bad!"

"That's debatable."

"Well…it's not bad for either of you."-Patrick said with a mischievous expression on his face. "Trust me here, Hades." Tate cringed at the use of his ancient name. "This will have your lady caving to her innermost desires."

"You know…Dionysus," Patrick cringed in turn, "I don't care to have either of us take something that's going to benefit you. I know all about your wine. I don't need it."

Patrick laughed. "Sure. You called me here just for decorating tips."

Tate gave Patrick a look. "Yes, I did."

The bigger man huffed. "Fine. But I'm leaving the bottles here. What you do with them is not my concern."

"I won't be using them, I can assure you."

"You can lie all you want, Tate. I know that darling flower of yours will have at least a drop of it by the end of the night."

"Out, Patrick."-Tate said, eyes closed and his thumb and forefinger pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm going. 'Seek happy nights to happy days' asshole."

Patrick flipped Tate off as he walked out the back door. Tate sighed in annoyance. Patrick, the little shit, had been a pain in Tate's ass since Zeus brought the blonde, hulking, half drunken god into this world. Patrick was definitely not one of the nieces and nephews that Tate tolerated.

Tate sighed in relief as he was left alone. Now that everything was set and that Patrick had left, all he had to do was meet Violet. As he was about to leave, his cellphone rang and the number that popped up was all too familiar. The goddess had had the vain digits that spelled her name assigned to her when they were first made available. He answered to hear the sultry voice of Aphrodite:

"Luke's told me everything, you know."

"I doubt it."

"Well, when he tells me that he has something scheduled at your house tonight, I figure it's serious."

"Your son should really not mix business with family."

"This was business. I'm the one pumping out the desire, as you well know."

Nothing that had happened within the last few days would have been possible without her and Tate knew it. However, that didn't mean he was about to kiss ass. "Yes, I'm aware. You and Patrick are doing a lot for me."

"And Cupid will be too."- She added in an excited squeak.

Tate was silent for a moment. Those arrows meant that his plan would work. That he would get Violet to fall for him. He wanted to make sure that it was true. "Are you sure?"

"Positive. Have I ever lied to you?"

"No. That's why you're of the ones I tolerate."

"That's why? And here I thought it was my body."-The goddess said sarcastically and followed it with a dry laugh.

He chuckled: "You're gorgeous, but I've never desired you."

"And it's one of the reasons I'm doing all of this for you without a care in the world! I've gotten so tired of being ogled."- The goddess said this over-dramatically. As if, by doing so, she could convince someone that she didn't enjoy being adored.

"No you haven't. I've got to go."

"Wait! Tate?"

He sighed. He had no idea why his niece was bothering him so much. "Yes?"

"Everything will go right tonight, but nothing will be in place."

"Stop talking to the Fates, Moira."

"Go get her, tiger."-Tate could practically hear the wink in her eye. With that he hung up.

He waited for a second. He didn't want more interruptions. He just wanted to get to Violet. When he sensed that he was completely alone, he walked over to Violet's house to find her reading. He knew what she was doing and decided to play along.

"Hey Vi. Sorry to interrupt."

She looked up from her book and he felt his heartstrings tug a bit more at the sight of her eyes. "It's fine. You're not bothering me. So, what's up?"

"I was going to ask you if you wanted to hang out."

"And now you're not?"

"You seem so enthralled by your book, that I don't think it nice to separate you."

"Shut up, you asshole."-She said with a smirk. "What do you want to do?"

"I just want to watch a movie with you."

"Depends on the movie."

"I have a few things I thought you might like."

"Oh? And just what do you think I'll like?"-She asked defiantly, as always.

"I took out Edward Scissorhands, The Nightmare Before Christmas, Ed Wood, Dracula-the one with Bela Lugosi, of course-, Frankenstein, Young Frankenstein…"

"You like Young Frankenstein?"

"Yes. I prefer it over other Frankenstein movies, actually."

"I think I just heard Mary Shelley trying to scratch her way out of her grave."-Violet said playfully.

He laughed at her remark. He'd met Mary and he thought that she'd likely enjoy Mel Brook's comedic adaptation more than the others as well. He couldn't tell Violet, though. He'd sound mental if he did.

"So, what do you say? Movie night with me?"

"I hope you have Beetlejuice if you have so many Burton movies."

"I have it, rest assured. Come on."-He held out his hand for her.

She looked at it for a second; taking in the little details of his hand. She gazed at the long fingers, the pale flesh, the general splendor of its largeness and the bulging veins that gave it an unequivocal sense of power. All the while she gazed, she pondered if she should really go with him. She wanted to, there was no doubt about that, but was it right to do so? Violet shook her head and gave up after a little while. She closed the book, left it on her porch and took Tate's hand. He pulled her up and towards his body, where their chests met momentarily and made their throats ejaculate simultaneous, soft and harmonious moans of joy. The ripple that passed amongst their bodies the two did not go unnoticed by either party, but it was ignored for the time being.

The two of them walked towards his backyard. When they arrived, Violet noticed all the detail. There was a cloth screen tied steady to firmly hold up while they watched the film of their choosing, projected from a silver machine hidden behind the perfect siting area. Two large and cushiony patio loungers had been joined together to create the appearance of a bed. On top of it, cushions were thrown with care to not only decorate but to serve as proper tools for comfort, and for sleeping if it came, during their night together. Tate led her to their seat and she felt herself suddenly very light and weightless. There was a warm atmosphere in the backyard and a good wind dragged with it the smell of the spices of freshly baked treats: Violet swore she could taste them on her tongue. Vanilla bean was laced with nutmeg and cinnamon. It was a divine, comforting scent that seemed like out of a dream and wrapped itself around her. She felt so at ease that, when Tate dropped her hand and wrapped his arms around her, she didn't speak a single word of complaint. On the contrary, the air and the atmosphere caused her to happily slump against Tate's frame.

"Whoa Vi. Are you ok?"

"Hmm?"-She said as she felt what she could of his body through her back and the shield of their clothing.

"Vi! Snap out of it!"-Tate said loudly. He was worried about her.

He had a feeling that Moira had put way too many of her pheromones into the backyard. He had told the girl to put a little in, but not enough to cause Vi to have this kind of delightful stupor. She donned a carefree smile and now turned around and started getting frisky on him. She ran her hands across his shoulders and down his chest, smile fixed on her face and eyes wide in astonishment. Tate knew it now; there were way too many pheromones in the air.

"Tate, you feel good over all these clothes."-Her hands still ran up and down his body. He grabbed her dainty digits and held them tight.

"Violet, listen to me. You're not yourself right now."

"Mmmm, your hands feel good too. Could you rub my cheek?"

She leaned down a bit so that she could press her cheek against his knuckles. She let out a small moan as she rubbed her cheek on them and then caressed the knuckles with her lips. She had no idea why, but suddenly he was a thousand times more enticing than he usually was.

Tate dropped her hands and moved his away.

"Violet, this isn't you. Come with me, I think I need to splash some water on my face."

She laughed. "You want to get me wet there too?"

He took a deep breath so as to control himself. He wanted Violet…not the drug riddled horny fiend that was temporarily using her body as host for its nefariously lustful purposes.

He put his hands on her shoulders and looked her square in the eyes.

"Violet, listen to me. I like you a lot, but you're under the effect of drugs and I just want you to come down from your high."

"But whyyyy? Don't you want me?"-She said gifting him kisses on his neck. "I'm aching for you, Tate."

He gently pushed her away from him.

"Violet, you have no idea. I want to be with you so badly. But I'm not going to do it while you're not you."

"This is me. I don't see what your problem is, anyway. If you don't want me, just be honest and tell me to my face."-She said, now with slight anger in her voice.

"I told you already, it's not that I don't want you!"

"Yeah, right. If you do want me, then prove it."

"Have it your way, you stubborn little girl."-He said angrily.

He grabbed her violently and crashed their mouths together. If she wanted him to prove that he wanted her, then he was going to do so. He knew that he shouldn't be angry at Violet, but he couldn't help it. He had a short fuse and a high Violet ruining his plans lit said fuse rapidly. This kiss was nothing like the chaste one of the previous day, this one was rough and desirous. He used his sharp canines to scrape the soft pink flesh of her lips and used his tongue to dominate hers. Violet moaned into the kiss.

Tate directed her to the bed made of loungers and pushed her on it. She fell fast and hard with a huff. Tate wasted no time and climbed on top of her. Their mouths found each other again. He spread her legs with one of his hands and positioned himself perfectly so that he could rub up against her.

Violet broke the kiss with a loud gasp that followed the sensational friction. He cracked a devilish smile and rolled off of her. Violet snapped her head at him and punched his arm. He emitted a fake wince. If there was one thing that could always break through the pheromones that Aphrodite produced, it was Ares' anger.

"You're such an asshole!"

"Am I?"

"You have a girl at your sexual disposal and you push her away."

"Do me a favor, Vi. Think back to a few minutes ago."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

Violet was pensive for a moment and then realized how out of character she had been behaving.

"Wow. What the hell did you give me?"

"Nothing."

She looked at him firmly for a moment. "Fine. So are we watching a movie now or what?"

"So bossy. Fine, pick something while I get us some popcorn."

Tate got up and went inside. Violet haphazardly chose a film from the stack placed on a table next to the loungers and then sat back. She couldn't believe that she had acted like that…horny teenager she might be, but she had control over her urges. She could even, normally, control the desire to have Tate fuck her six ways to Sunday. As she looked at the backyard she noticed a peculiar plant out of the corner of her eye. The only thing that separated this plant from any other surrounding her was the fact that dangling from its branches were small, black berries. She had never seen these berries before and her curiosity got the better of her. She walked over to the plant and plucked a berry out.

She looked at the little thing and was about to eat it, when…

"I've got the-Violet, don't eat that!"

She looked at Tate and saw the worried look on his face. She dropped the berry and walked towards him.

"Why? Have the berries gone bad or something?"

"No. They're poison."

"What are you talking about?"

"Those are deadly nightshade berries. Belladonna. It's one of the most poisonous plants know to man."

"Then why the fuck do you have it?"

"Came with the house. Besides, I put it to good use. I give the berries to a lab downtown that processes them to make medicine."

Violet gave him a look that said she doubted what he said, but merely continued: "Just how deadly is it?"

"One leaf would kill you if you ate it."

"Who would ever eat a leaf?"

"Oh, you wouldn't believe me if I told you. So, did you pick something out?"

"Yeah. It's on the lounge thing."

They cuddled up and started watching what she had picked out. Much to Violet's chagrin, she had picked Young Frankenstein. They enjoyed the film and little by little, they had found themselves cuddled tightly. Violet's side pressed against Tate's, her head gently resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around her. They were in a warm cocoon of comfort. When the movie ended, they noticed their positioning. Violet widened her eyes but just settled comfortably. Tate smiled.

Suddenly, something struck Violet. She felt a tug in her heart, something that was leaving her breathless and unable to focus. Tate noticed her discomfort and started rubbing her back.

"Try taking deep breaths, Vi."

"I-I-ca-nt."

He kissed her nape. "You can. Try. Breathe in…"

And she inhaled shakily.

"And out."

She exhaled.

Violet looked at him and smiled. He was being so sweet to her. He had been nice to her since they had first met…he was a bit of a tease, but nice. And, if previous kissing was anything to go by, he was a caged monster. Violet loved monsters and she wanted to unlock this one. She liked him infinitely more now than she had before. Once her breathing had steadied, she bit her lip and spoke.

"Why are you hiding it?"

"Hiding what?"

"The darkness inside you. You're hiding it from me."

He said nothing for a while, but got closer to her until their noses were an inch away from touching.

"You love playing with fire, don't you, Vi?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I'm just attracted to the darkness."

"Of course you do. My fierce girl."

"Your fierce girl?"

He gave her an unexpected, bruising kiss. Another that was violent, but this time it wasn't angry. This time, the violent kiss was just passionate. If she wanted his darkness, she would have it. He would give her anything she desire. When he broke the kiss, as she took a deep breath, his voice growled:

"Mine."

"We'll see."-She teased.

"Stay with me."

"What?"-She looked stunned.

"Stay with me here. Just for tonight."

Violet considered his proposal for a minute. Her mother wouldn't arrive until late tonight and she'd leave early in the morning. Basically, she could stay over without her mother's knowledge and get away with it.

"Ok. But I have to get a few things beforehand."

"Like what?"

"Sleepwear for one."

"You can wear one of my shirts."

"Toiletries."

"I have spares of everything."

"Fine. The other thing I'd need is my iPod and I have that on me already."

"Excellent. Sleepover."

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Just don't expect me to have sex with you."

"I'd never."-He said in feigned shock.

They played another movie and this time, Violet fell asleep during it. Tate stopped the movie when he noticed and gathered her into his arms to carry her inside. Once they were in the foyer, Tate finally did what he had been longing to do since he had seen Violet. He sealed off the house and separated his realm from the human one. The location of the house was still in the human plane, but its innards would be untouchable even from Zeus himself.

All it would take were some words and gestures to make Violet his. And he knew where to start. When he reached his room, he laid Violet gently on his bed and took off her clothes. Once she was left in her underwear, he dressed her in one of his t-shirts. The hem of his shirt reached her mid-thigh and he smiled when he saw how beautiful she looked. He tucked her under the sheets, changed and got into bed with her. He wrapped his arms around her back and buried his face into her sweet smelling neck. Tate hoped that when Violet woke up in the morning, it would be with a smile on her face.

Tate had Persephone pinned down to a chaise lounge. They kissed as he ran his hands up and down her thighs in a slow, tingling fashion. She moaned into the kiss.

"Remind me again, why am I still dressed?"-She asked after swallowing a giggle when he tickled her neck with his nose.

"I want you to be."

She smiled at him and was about to protest again when he started stroking her. She opened her legs a bit wider and he took advantage. He pushed the fabric of her dress up until it reached the middle of her ribcage. He kissed her stomach, the curves on her sides, her hips and then moved up her body to kiss her lips.

"Why did you marry me?"

She pushed a strand of his hair back. "Why else? I love you, you demented god."

"Oh, so now I am demented?"-He said with a wry smile.

"You are when you doubt me."-She sat up.

"I do not doubt you, Seph. I doubt myself. Whether I have forced you into this or not."

"You have not. I am here of my own…" She pressed a kiss to his neck. "Free…" One to his Adam's apple. "Will." A finally kiss on his jaw followed by one placed on his lips. Another giggle followed.

Tate loved how bubbly she was. She definitely brought forth some fresh air to his gloomy palace. At her words, he pinned her down again and attacked. In an instant, he was inside her. She mewled at the sensation, craving his rough, animalistic thrusts even more than she had the previous two occasions during which they'd made love.

"More."-She breathed as she started to move in time with him.

He was wicked. He became that animal of a god, bordering on enraged, pummeling her mercilessly. It took no more than minutes for her back to arch, her legs to tighten around his body and her vocal chords to produce a piercing scream. A loud roar erupted from his throat a short while later.

He gently dropped on top of her. He moved his head to lay it on her breast. She emitted one of her trademark giggles at this and then stroked his hair gently until they both fell asleep. Tate had, before this moment, never known what true calm was.