Disclaimer: You know, after the first few chapters, I don't believe its necessary for me to have to continue saying I don't own any of this myth :/ Maybe an ancient Spartan will sue me xD Well whatever, you guys get the gist.
A/N: Here is chapter 4, thank you for the reviews, they really are like drugs xDD 3 I also want to thank GothisLawlitaDoll for her amazing confidence in me -^^- and to your comments Ehwaz, I saw a picture of Zephyrus, drawn in the Renaissance time, and he had this really cute butterfly wings but im not a fan of that so i changed it xD I think he looks better that way any how :P Thank you for the support, it gave me great ideas for this chapter, which reminds me that this has a lot of smut in it ^_- and some rape... So sorry you readers if you be offended by such things. Same rule applies, don't like, don't read. I love you all my faithful readers 33
After the days events, be it normal to most of the Spartans, was quite tiring to Hyacinth and not just for the fact he still had a round of sparing to get through after the river incident. His muscles were aching and he felt like slamming his body to the floor, just for the fact it looked like it was the softest thing he could sleep on. This turmoil was taking part only on the inside however, because it would practically be sure exile to let this weakness show in front of his comrades.
The mess hall was the only place left that required his attention. After that, he was free to head to his common house, designed much like everybody else's, and to take a much needed rest. Most importantly, a separation from his mind and thoughts was always best, considering his predicament in most things these days.
Everyone gathered at the mess hall, eating their meals in silence as it was always done. Every meal could not start, however, until the bones and fat were offered to the ever present Gods. Hyacinth knew quite well that they could be watching from anywhere, at any time.
The moon was already holding itself high in the sky, no doubt that the Lady Artemis was working her magic, already on the hunt for that perfect stag. Hyacinth turned his eyes away from the glowing moon and continued to walk on the dirt path toward the front door of his father's house.
Even with his meeting with Apollo and the effects of making him feel healed and refreshed had happened, it didn't last long so when his head touched the cot inside the house, he immediately fell asleep.
It only felt like seconds before his eyes opened suddenly because he felt the odd pressure of someone on top of him. Sure enough, there was Apollo in all his glowing glory, golden locks still not doing unless they were told so they stayed neatly behind his back, despite his position.
At first, Hyacinth was afraid and he completely ignored the smile on the God's face. He wasn't sure exactly why he was here and thought that maybe he found out about what had happened in the meadow. But… wouldn't he be upset if he did find out?
"What is the matter, Hyacinth?"
Apollo was still smiling as he placed the Spartan's hands above his head and began placing perfect kisses to his tan neck. The human turned his head, arguing with himself to stop Apollo. The God felt no need to stop himself as his free hand traveled down the lightly clothed body, tracing circles on the side of his thigh.
Hyacinth moaned, his legs trying to rub his lower half against Apollo's. He laughed at him and kissed the corner of his lips.
"I didn't think you would be this tight, with only being denied my touch for two days."
As he moved his hand closer to Hyacinth's center, the other was practically begging that he would touch him. Apollo stopped his kissing so he can look at the other's face and how he tried to fight what he really wanted to happen to him.
"Do you want me to touch you Hyacinth? I'm not sure you really want me to."
He practically whimpered, struggling to get his hands free from Apollo's hold. He wanted to be able to touch his body too, but he learned long ago that it was hard to please the God, and one of the most effective ways he could was the scream out his name during climax. But they were inside his house, so if he screamed, no doubt someone would come into his room.
"Then don't lie to me. Did you go to the meadow that night?"
Hyacinth unknowingly whimpered a yes.
"Were you with someone?"
This time Hyacinth held back his voice and refused to answer, despite the ever teasing hand that seemed to reject the idea of fully touching him. It was pathetic that he was already hard, so much so that it hurt.
"Don't lie to me!"
Apollo's voice suddenly grew angry as his nails began to dig into his skin, the other hand wrapping tightly around his wrists. Pleasure completely left him as he bit his lip and tightly closed his eyes.
"Artemis told me you where there! She saw you with Zephyrus! You're such a damn slut, you know that Hyacinth? Once I find that shitty excuse for a God and rip him apart, I'll come for you next."
"Apollo, please don't…"
Hyacinth sucked in a breath as a new wave of pain took over. There wasn't any doubt that he was bleeding.
"All I did was love you. All I did was love every lover I had but they constantly remind me that they are only human. Well I'm not and there isn't any way in Hades that you should think you're allowed to cheat on me. "
Apollo's voice grew dangerously steady as he took his hand away from his inner thigh to grab his legs and forced them to wrap around his waist as he straddled Hyacinth. He didn't want this, not anymore but he knew Apollo wouldn't listen to his pleas. He felt a hot breath on his ear as the God whispered,
"If I were you, I would hold my voice down."
He could hear the smile in his voice and was trying to work out what he was planning next when the tunic he was wearing was lifted up and there was a sudden and very quite forceful thrust into him. Hyacinth bit his lip, causing it to bleed as tears ran down his cheeks. It hurt more than anything he could think of. He would take training camp, the same one when he was little, and all of its hardships. He would take that any day than having to live through this.
Apollo was getting treacherously hot, and he knew that quite well. He didn't care about Hyacinth's safety or if he will end up tearing him two. He held back his own moans as he drove himself deeper, thrusting harder and faster. The tension was climbing until finally Hyacinth moaned his climax through a closed mouth, still biting down on his bleeding lip. The walls tightened around the godly member and he soon emitted his secretions into the other.
Hyacinth was completely drained and the lower half of his body was numb. He didn't bother to clean himself up as Apollo got off the cot. The God surveyed his handy work, first looking at the red wrists, the bloody chin, face mixed with sweat and tears. Then lower, eyes glistening at the semen that slightly covered his stomach and ruined the tunic. The last bit to look at the was his hole; red and bleeding. Apollo wiped his bare chest, getting rid of the misty liquid. He would have to clean himself off better later.
"Next time Hyacinth, I won't be so gentle. Maybe next time, you will think twice before lying to me."
The God disappeared in a sudden flash of light. The Spartan moaned as he turned on his side, hugging his chest. His whole body ached. He felt shattered.
A/N: Well, how do you guys like it? I feel a little sad for Hyacinth but he had it coming. Why would he rely on Artemis to help him? xD I have a twin and I know it would be pure stupidity to think that I wouldn't help her out with her problems. Anyway, I have more ideas for chapter five, I hope you guys will stick with me to the end. You are all my muse -^^- 3 Till next time we meet again.
