[AUTHOR'S NOTE] Warning: about 30% of this story contains explicit m/m slash.

"That's on my side."

"Can you stop? I haven't been complaining about the tip of your bow prodding my leg for half this trip."

"I'm going to move it."

"Leave it there."

Eros scrambled for the cup.

"Hey!"

Ganymede tried to swat his hand away, bumping a quiver full of arrows onto the mat below, bouncing at just the unfortunate angle, the arrows splaying across the dingy car mats in chaotic faction. Eros glared at him, diving for his precious arrows. Ganymede pushed the cup, a large ornate golden chalice, squarely in the middle seat, his arm leaning into the cup just for good measure.

"We're almost there," he chided Eros. "Just calm it for a few more seconds."

"Are we?" Eros semi-shrieked.

"Recalculating…"

"Hey sorry, but I think we missed our turn. No problem. We'll turn back, we'll loop around," our driver said.

Uber, as it turned out, was horrific at locating amnesty locations for demigods. In actuality, a part of Ganymede wished it would happen. If Eros was going to do this, he needed to be more grounded to mortal reality.

Currently, he looked as if a Starbucks barista had just mixed up his order.

"Do you even know where the hell we're going?" Eros demanded.

The driver looked over his shoulder and narrowed his eyes, a look that read I'm giving these fuckers a one-star review. Eros met his gaze – the feeling was mutual.

"We should be there already!"

"I know how to drive, thank you."

Eros snarled, wrapping his hand around the grip of his bow. Ganymede poked his arm. Let it go.

"We're not tipping you," Eros spat.

Ganymede rubbed his temples. He wanted to stuff Eros in the cup and stab him with the arrows.

"Maybe you guys can help?" the driver asked. "We might be seriously lost. I rarely go to this area of Long Island at all. Is there a road or a landmark I should recognize or…"

Eros looked at Ganymede as if to say you're supposed to be the ex-mortal! Ganymede shrugged.

"Uhh…fields? Large fields, lots of cabins," Ganymede said.

"I don't know if this address you gave is valid. I don't think the GPS recognizes it anymore. It keeps going around in a circle. Could you double check please?" the driver asked.

If whoever had banished them gave them a troll address, then things would get a lot more complicated really quickly.

"Do you realize I could make you fall in love with a gecko?" Eros asked.

"Let's stop here. We'll get off," Ganymede offered quickly.

They paid the driver and tipped, with Eros giving a disapproving shake. Looking around, a thicket of woodland and shrubbery cloaked gentle hills, the soft sunset light casting a dim purplish glow that bounced off the chlorophyll of the leaves and radiated through the air.

Ganymede gave Eros a quick peck on the cheek, distracting him momentarily from his ridesharing experience.

"Let's go."

The colors of the forest stood out like a Fauvist painting – brilliant blues and dazzling yellows. Ganymede prodded Eros along, who, distracted by a particularly picturesque bushel of pansies, had his spirits markedly lifted.

No doubt thinking that this would be a great place to make love, Ganymede thought.

They trod through wild grass knee-high in length. The trees taunted them, pointing them through branch-covered corridors that led them in what Ganymede suspected was the path back to the JFK terminal where they had called the Uber.

"Are we lost?" Eros asked.

"Maybe."

"Reminder: this was your idea to get out of the car."

Ganymede splashed Eros with some acid from his cup. Not a lot, but in Eros's mortal form, it stung.

Eros harrumphed and quickened his pace, now being in the lead. Maybe Ganymede would die in this forest with Eros. Happy ending. No need for the demigods.

Too late. Eros stumbled upon a magical wall. Shimmering ever so slightly, he dragged Ganymede in and the two peered over a rolling strawberry field-dotted hills and cozy cabins in the distance. They were spotted immediately, a gruff-looking stallion galloping towards them.

"You're late," Chiron said. He marched them to the Big House.

The room was more unassuming than Ganymede thought was fit for the leader of Camp Half-Blood.

"Please sit. Can I ask why you scheduled this special meeting? It's not every day two gods want a personal meeting with me." Chiron smiled, pouring tea.

"Well, thank you for taking the time to meet with us," Ganymede said.

"We need to see Percy Jackson," Eros blurted simultaneously.

Chiron's smile faltered. "Of course. Percy is a hot commodity. But I'm afraid he is in university now. New Rome. I can provide you with locations…"

"What about Nico di Angelo?" Eros demanded, as Ganymede made a shushing motion to him.

"Same situation."

"And Will Solace? Leo Valdez?" Eros continued.

"All similar situations. They are all of age now, Camp Half-Blood is no longer their home. Would an Iris Message work?"

"We need them in the flesh," Ganymede clarified.

"You mean to say to me that we traveled all the way here for nothing?" Eros scowled, grabbing his bow.

Chiron raised his hands up. "I'm sorry, but –"

"Relax, he basically can't hurt you," Ganymede said. He deftly swiped the arrow that Eros was about to nock, plunging it into his thigh.

"See? We're powerless now," Ganymede grinned, ignoring the rush of blood towards his crotch. "Diminished power and all that."

"Like –"

"– an Apollo situation," Ganymede nods knowingly.

"Zeus?"

"Nope," Ganymede said. "Someone else we don't know."

"We don't know, it could have been Zeus," Eros said.

"We don't know that."

"Okay. We'll think about it, over dinner. We'll leave tomorrow, find us transportation to Rome and we'll get out of Camp Heart-Blood's hair," Eros said to Chiron.

"Please," Ganymede added apologetically, adding before Chiron could correct him, "it's Camp Half-Blood. And the university is in California, not Italy."

"That's great. I will remove Stockholm Syndrome from your den and in exchange you can show us where we'll sleep," Eros nodded towards Chiron, as if doing him a huge favor.

"Again, say please," Ganymede said.

Chiron smiled with the tenacity of a centaur who had to deal with impatient deities for millennia, before ushering them out.

"I am not Stockholm Syndrome."

Eros paused.

"Did Zeus ever love you as an equal? Did he ever treat you as well as I have?" Eros asked.

Ganymede puffed up his chest. "Well that's hardly fair. You're the god of love after all. For what is worth I wouldn't be here today if it weren't for Zeus."

"He sprinkles immortality on people like putti shower newlyweds with rose petals. I ought to think that if I were to have granted you immortality it would've meant something."

The Cabin One Zeus statue leered at them. The campers had been nice enough to roll a cheap but wide mattress into the cabin. How Eros convinced them to house people in Cabin One, Ganymede did not know.

Eros kissed Ganymede anyway, side-eying the statue as he unbuttoned Ganymede's pants.

"Not here," hissed Ganymede.

Eros smirked, gently gnawing on Ganymede's lip, wrestling with his tongue. Ganymede purred and moaned. The god of sex could tell Ganymede was flush with desire, cascading over his aura, and glowing white-hot.

"So you mean to deny sex to the physical embodiment of sex?" Eros whispered.

Ganymede shuddered. "Not here."

Eros nuzzled him. "If you're so afraid, why don't you think that Zeus cast us out?"

"He didn't," Ganymede said firmly, as if trying to convince himself.

Eros stripped down and wrapped his legs around Ganymede's hips, wiggling his bubble butt near Ganymede's bulge. Ganymede tensed, nails clawing into Eros's shoulders. Eros could feel the desperation on Ganymede's kisses.

Ganymede's constitution was a very weak and loose net. Each string was fiercely on display, inviting Eros to pull on them. He licked behind his ear. He rubbed his nipples. He knew every single way to turn him into a sex-crazed arousal-filled monster. Ganymede unraveled.

He grabbed two handfuls of Eros's ass, kneading them, asking for permission. Eros hummed. Ganymede would have to be more assertive than that. Eros playfully reached into Ganymede's boxer briefs and ran his finger down his shaft.

Now, if Ganymede weren't a god (albeit in a weakened state), this movement alone would've driven him to the most fantastical, mind-shattering orgasm he would ever experience. Ganymede inhaled sharply, grasping to the mattress and scowling.

That's not fair! Ganymede shot him a look. Eros gave him a wolfish grin. Even power-diminished Eros was much, much more powerful than Ganymede. This was his domain, he had mastered it. Eros tossed Ganymede's soaked underwear across the room (narrowing missing Ol' Zeus). Precum flew everywhere, Ganymede's raging hard-on gushing like one of Poseidon's fountains. Eros darted his tongue across Ganymede's glans, savoring his lover's taste.

That did it! Ganymede howled, not unlike a woodland animal, before plunging his wet cock deep into the god of love's hole. Eros moaned, his flesh gyrated, and Ganymede began thrusting fast and hard, giving the little brat what he deserved. Eros yelped as Ganymede rammed into his prostate, only to look back and see Ganymede, sweat lining his brow, saliva dripping, massive prick sliding between his backdoor and satiating him with what he deserved. Ganymede bred him.

He grunted and Eros sensed the edge. Eros thrusted his ass into Ganymede, catching him off guard, and Ganymede erupted, the deluge of semen flooding his orifice as Eros exploded onto the mattress below. He cupped his hands over Ganymede's pulsating testicles before collecting some cum and savoring it in his mouth, the thick alabaster ropes enough to make a centaur envious. Eros savored the taste. So masculine, yet so delicate!

Ganymede murmured something that sounded like a cross between "I love you" and "I'm sleeping now", and Eros kissed him. Ganymede tasted his own sperm through Eros's mouth curiously.

They could've fucked through the night, but Eros let Ganymede rest. He winked at the statue of Zeus before licking the stray cum off of Ganymede's shaft, the sheer volume more than several mortals. Yes, they were the best couple in Olympus (or out of Olympus, for that matter). Zeus could kick dust.

Unbeknownst to Eros, Ganymede glanced warily at the statue with eyes half-open. The statue gleamed, and if shiny marble could convey ire, it would've done so right then and there. Outside, Ganymede swore he heard a flash of lightning, a slow roll of thunder, a cry of pain or despair or anger or all of the above. Or imagined.

Ganymede grinned sheepishly at the statue.