Title: Hold Your Position
Rate: T
Genre: Romance, Slash, Humor
Summary: Apollo needs a timeout. He felt utterly destroyed one time, and no one knows why. Really, it's not because he's sick or something. He just really misses his mom. (Not the real Summary)
Warning: Innuendos and an odd, OOCed Ares because of a potion. Hints of slash(gayness to be blunt), cursing, and very disturbing gods having an OOC streak... sometimes. Criticism and flames are allowed. Mentions of pedophilia, perversion and mad fanfiction ideas.

Prompt: Apollo hearing perverted things when Ares orders him around.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything... not at all. Well, you would not even be reading this if you do not know, right? I don't own anything. Not at all. You can contact my secretary and writer.

Hold Your Position

Ares

Five years ago, at a certain place…

He lost. He lost to a kid. He lost to a demigod by the name of Perseus Jackson, the Son of Poseidon. He lost, again. He could not believe it.

Earlier, when the whispers of mischief came to him, he did not oblige. The idea of stealing his father's most precious weapon trickled itself into his mind like water, slow and yet spreading fluidly. The last time he had stolen his father's weapon, the Master Bolt, he had given the sky god really, really pissed. Ares, of course, did the same thing before, back then when the boy was just a tad bit shorter and skinnier. They fought each other, the god of war and the son of the second most powerful god, and Ares lost pathetically.

Percy caught him, stubbing his toe with his puny sword that he called Riptide, Anaklusmos. Least to say, Ares was extremely displeased, to the point that he cursed Percy. Ares swore that Riptide would fail him when he needed it the most. It happened, of course, when the boy battled with Artemis against Atlas. Then he defeated Ares, again.

He was innocent this time, and although it was Hermes' childish idea, all evidence pointed back at him. Percy had to make the same quest again, this time without Ares in the scene. The boy bribed Charon, accused Hades of having the Master Bolt once more, and then they bantered about how the Master Bolt magically appeared in his backpack, which Hermes told Ares to leave randomly in a store. He did not want to be a messenger boy, but he still did as Hermes requested, since his brother had a very convincing proposal.

Ares would be able to battle a strong fighter in exchange for the favor.

Ares truly did not know how Hades' Helm of Darkness appeared in his room inconspicuously. He already thought of Hermes, since he was the only one to wander in the Underworld and Olympus. Therefore, when Ares found it, he surrendered the symbol of power to the Underworld god and received his promised reward from Hermes. He fought Percy Jackson, the son of Poseidon, and lost.

He still could not believe it.

"You are thinking too deeply for my liking, Ares," Hades deadpanned. His black eyes locked with his, making him nervous in his plush seat. The Underworld god was still one of the Big Three, of course. He would never even try to defy the Underworld god.

"What I'm trying to say," Percy said exasperatedly, "is that you have to be patient and calm. You're known for your short temper, like me, but I have the control since I practiced."

Just recently, when Ares lost, he forced Percy to reveal his secret in defeating him once more. The demigod admitted a few tips after Ares confessed that Hermes did the prank, this time. Ares secretly stabbed himself inwardly for resorting to asking his secret, even though he already had an idea of Percy's techniques. The boy fought calmly and with an analytical look in his green eyes.

"I already know that, kid," he grumbled, unable to growl since the Underworld god stared him down. Although Ares could inflict annoyance, irritation, terror and fear in someone, the Underworld god could do it much more powerfully than him. He just experienced it earlier when Hades made a surprise entrance at his home.

"It's just…" The boy paused and pursed his lip, looking equally disturbed by Hades' presence. "You, uh, have to focus entirely on defending while inwardly finding a weak spot. You can really defeat me if not for your short temper, too. I tried to cut the impatience out of me, using every calming activity I could think of."

Ares raised a brow at that. "Are you trying to say you actually tried meditating and that yoga shit?"

Percy's mouth twitched. "I did those things, too. With mom's help, I released stress in a, well, meditation."

"Am I supposed to believe that you thought of this by yourself? You heard this calm crap from someone else, did you?"

The demigod stole a very short glance at the Underworld god and it was enough evidence for Ares. Ares knew the Underworld god for his lunatic gaze. This time, the crazed look in them did not show. He actually look very calm, not the power-hungry god. Percy, the demigod, perhaps noticed this and tried it for himself.

"I have to lower my pride," Ares said slowly, watching as Percy nodded. "I have to make my victory to be less, is that it? To not achieve more than I want to, that's something I have never done before."

Percy nodded vigorously. "Yeah," he agreed. Percy's face turned somber. "It's not only that, Ares, but you have to make up your mind and stay in one team. Don't change fields so often just because you find it amusing."

Ares' scowl was small, since he could still smell death in his room. "You mean I can't cause a feud and play tag team on both sides?"

"Yes!" the boy shouted, looking relieved. "You have to choose one team, one that you really believe that will be your champion team, not a play team."

Ares thought about it and let the grimace show on his face. "How about I make my enemies fight each other with my team still safe?"

Percy looked conflicted as he stared through him. "That… kind of makes sense. You're playing double agent in the skirmish; letting the enemies kill each other before you strike… is that it?"

Ares nodded his agreement and the demigod seemed to think of something.

"You know, your counterpart Mars, is calm and uses more strategy perfectly, too. He's more on military, but since you're more of yourself, it would be the perfect combination of the both of your talents."

Ares could get what Percy was saying. "You're telling me that I have to blend my personalities to get a better view on things," he said dryly.

"You could try not to curse people's weapon, too," the demigod replied with a grim smile. Ares glared and the boy stammered, "Well, that's your choice, of course."

"I have a suggestion."

They both stiffened at the creepy deep voice and glanced at the Underworld god. Black eyes looked at them, flat and serious. Ares saw Percy turn red and swallow hard. "Uh, yeah?" the demigod squeaked. The boy noticed and cleared his throat.

"Ares, do you have knowledge of the Olympian Army, in the mortal realm?" questioned Hades as he turned to him. "There, your team The Chariot came about, yes? If you ask to have a vacation there, which my brother will gladly accept, you can train your anger. If you survive without killing anyone for a year, you will receive something special from me."

Ares stared, and even Percy did so, too. "Are you not mad that I got into this mess?"

"I have high regards for people who can talk with my nephew, calmly. You put your pride to a side and asked for something. You returned my Helm of Darkness and presented yourself as someone else besides the god of war. And, although you are the son of my brother, you are my nephew, too."

"That's creepy," Ares said before he could stop himself. He winced slightly and stole a glance at his uncle.

Hades said it with a straight face. His dark eyes were softer, from metal to cotton, and he looked slightly amused. "Well, you have brought me deaths of expert assassins, killers and an assorted list of fighters. This will be added to my army, of course."

Percy rolled his eyes bravely. "That last one made me hear reality." You are an idiot, Perseus Jackson. Brave or you really are just an idiot.

The Underworld god gave them both a small smirk. "And you, Perseus Jackson, will have to train in my domain."

"What!"

From there, the two of them entered a heated banter, although it was one-sided. Percy complained while Hades explained that it was his punishment for assuming that Hades stole the Master Bolt for the second time. Ares caught a glimpse of red on the boy's cheeks, and the Underworld god looked pleased with himself. The boy stammered an apology for his outburst and slumped in his seat.

It amused Ares that Hades gave the boy a satisfied leer. "As now you have an idea of how to train yourself, I will do my own training."

The Underworld god disappeared, as well as the demigod. Ares waited for a few minutes, and left his palace to wander and think. He frowned when he saw Hebe running around in circles while giggling, saying that she would make a certain demigod have a stopped youth, as well as his family, as a reward for helping her with a task.

Now, at "The Chariot"

Having Apollo in the agency brought him more entertainment than he ever thought. After Apollo slipped and said the initials of that one supervisor that owned that idiot of a subordinate, he already planned to take him on. He would also take the entire division on a challenge. Anyone who lost will have to quit, or die.

Ares felt slightly proud of the kid's loyalty to him. He knew the boy could never tell a lie to him. He had a good sense of people. He knew which ones would betray him even before they started. He knew he could see it in their eyes. Apollo's brilliant sky-shaded eyes told him more than he needed.

Ares would personally train the boy himself. He could clearly visualize it—Apollo, his most loyal and powerful trump card, and a close friend bordering on brotherly. His secret, amazing cook, too.

He chuckled at the thought and watched as the kid separated the useless papers from the more important ones. He was so concentrated that he did not even notice the time. Both of them were in a comfortable silence. Ares did not even want to disturb him, seeing as the boy even looked as if he was enjoying himself. Hmm, maybe he is enjoying this because I am with him.

"You never did this with anyone, have you?" The kid flushed bright red and nodded, eyes darting to the papers and to him. Ares smirked. "You're actually enjoying yourself."

"I never really thought of it," Apollo stammered shyly. "I think it is fun because we're doing this together."

There was something in his words and it made Ares part his lips in surprise. Something was hidden in there, although Ares could not dig it properly yet. There was something in Apollo's eyes making him wish to learn about him even more. His heart raced for no reason and he grinned slightly.

"You like team work," Ares noted. "Others want the fame for themselves."

Apollo furrowed his brows. "I did not even realize that. I just thought that I wanted to help you, to divide the work so it can be . . . easier for you. Not to offend you though, boss. Although, you did say you didn't like paperwork, so it's practically torture rather than a challenge for you."

Ares understood him completely. "It's not my favorite pastime," he grunted.

"I know," Apollo said, sounding amused. "I think you're amazing for enduring the years of paperwork though."

Ares chuckled and ruffled his head. The boy blushed red and shook his head. "Just remember, it's not always that I'm amazing. Just meet me in the battlefield and you'll know."

"I'll try not to guess about that next time." Apollo was grimacing lightly.

It amused him that Apollo could not help but resort to his talent when he needed to learn something. He knew the boy did not even dare to use it regularly, as he thought of it something odd. The kid reminded him of the president of The Delphi, some mysterious girl that actually kept herself hidden from anyone but sent warnings of dooms with oddly the perfect poem ever. She never showed his face to anyone, but Artemis always told him not to mind it.

Later, when Artemis left, she admitted that the only agency that The Delphi supported was their low-level (it was back then) agency. The more messages sent, although it was a cryptic as hell warning instead of something specific, became helpful. The Delphi never sent anything that made sense to him, and he was thankful regardless. However, he would never admit that. The agency ranked up, and he, the lowly messenger, got into the general position almost as quickly.

"Hey, boss," Apollo started hesitantly.

"It's Ares, kid," he muttered, blinking as the boy nodded seriously. "What is it?"

"You don't really mind that . . . I'm some kind of weird guesser?"

Ares let a small smirk slip on his face. "Is that a trick question?"

Apollo could not even stop the bright smile on his face. "I wanted to know it from you, though." The boy laughed, or giggled, whatever.

"Not really," Ares answered. "Didn't we already get through this?"

"Yeah, but, um, I'm not really sure if my talent's a little too freaky for anyone. The last place all knew about my weird talent, but Artemis staged my death—"

Ares interrupted, "Are you serious? That kid would never do that while in my agency. When did that happen?"

It was something that Artemis never mentioned. Ares growled inwardly, cursing the girl for leaving out that she staged a death for someone. It would have been cool to hear it personally from her, but maybe Apollo would elaborate clearly. Could she really do that?

"Yes, I'm serious. She did it before she left the agency. She placed my name in a private plane and crashed it, but she made the survivors live. I'm not sure how she achieved it, though."

Ares glared at the surface of the table. "It sounds boring," he drawled. He shook his head. "What's new outside besides war?"

Apollo looked thoughtful. "Perhaps it may be the technology, but it's nothing big. There was one time in my school where I snapped and kind of . . . beat up my bullies." The kid turned red and sighed. "It was their fault, though! They thought I was Artemis and I got angry that they wanted to bully her. One of my friends drilled that bullying anyone close is absolutely the top of his hate list."

Ares perked up. "You used the moves that you used against Artemis?"

"Yes," Apollo admitted, looking sheepish. "Do you, um, wish to be able to—?"

Ares chuckled. "You're not offending me, and sure," he said, watching as his tense form relaxed slightly. "She wasn't even in school, right?"

"Not at all," Apollo gritted through his teeth. "Since she was here as a second-in-command, Lieutenant General."

Ares raised a brow at his unusual reaction. "You worry about her so much."

"She isn't really trained enough," Apollo said, closing his mouth shut after a moment. It was so loud that his teeth clicked together. "Her skills are still improving," he explained.

Ares frowned at that. Was Apollo more of a superior fighter than Artemis? "What weapon do you usually handle?"

Apollo sputtered and turned red. "Excuse me?"

"What gun, if that's what you prefer," Ares verified.

"Hmm," the boy hummed, glancing out the window behind him. "I am good at long-range, or at least that's what Artemis and I have in common."

"You're a good sniper, like her?" Ares questioned, intrigued. Could someone really defeat the womanly girl in sniping?

"I'm . . . decent," Apollo managed, blushing. He looked back at his own set of paperwork. "I can do it from any range or angle."

Ares, to put it simply, was amazed. Hearing the truth and modesty in his voice made him know that Apollo disliked the expectations that everyone would try to place in him. "That's one more on the list of skills you have."

"Not really, since I've trained with a few people," Apollo murmured politely, smiling slightly. "One of them came from here, I guess, and the others . . ." Apollo coughed and blushed, looking away.

"Someone from here trained you?" Ares blinked rapidly. I guess, he said. It means someone else besides Artemis.

"Yes, you're going to meet him soon once more."

Ares could slowly feel that the boy was relaxing in his presence. If he could guess correctly, like Apollo, then the boy actually considered him a close friend. The boy knew about teamwork as he chose Ares to be his comrade and be loyal to him. He was wary of the people in the canteen because he did not trust them enough.

"You're like a puppy," he commented, watching as the boy whipped his head at him, looking surprised.

"A puppy?" he questioned, tone disappointed and confused.

"Or maybe a ferocious guard dog," he added. If you actually want to get past the kid, you have to go through his skills.

The kid looked slightly amused. "Really, boss? Am I a guard dog and a puppy?"

Ares' lips twitched. "I'll choose a mouse," he conceded, smirking when the boy turned incredulous.

"A mouse," the boy told himself dryly. "I'm a tiny mouse, huh?" The boy giggled, or maybe he laughed.

"Well, you can take something girly, like a swan."

Apollo burst out laughing. "Oh, that's good, too! I'm a swan, or a mouse."

Ares felt amusement filling him completely, watching as the boy laughed once more, and adding a few more animals in the pile. He looked more optimistic, working and smiling as he put a large red sign on the papers, deeming them useless. Ares only told him that because he wanted the boy to speak for himself, but then it somehow backfired. He took the names to himself, murmuring about how those animals seemed cute.

"Okay, done!" Apollo announced, stretching in the black, shiny leather trench coat. He put the files aside and craned his neck to look at him with bright eyes. "What are we going to do next?"

"We're going to arrange it," Ares said, frowning as the boy smiled slowly. "It's done, isn't it?" he asked warily.

"Yes, boss," he confirmed. "I did it while signing the rejected ones. Sometimes the talent comes in handy when you want to check if the artillery and the storage are really empty."

Ares' mouth curled into a small smile. "Those idiots don't know what's coming to them," he grumbled.

The boy looked slightly hesitant. "Are we going to go back out there?"

"Yeah, we're going to have to make rounds to make sure not even the other supervisors are slacking off."

"They called you General Ares," Apollo mumbled. "The agency uses the U.S. Army rankings to rank the people here," he stated, tapping his lips.

Ares' eyes followed the movement, blinking as he tried to snap out of it. What are you doing, Ares? "Are you still scared?"

"No," Apollo stammered, nervousness evident on his face. "I just don't know what to do with them, and I don't want to rely much on my freaky talent."

"You can use it to scare them, if you want," Ares said. He wanted to see how he would control the situation if it ever got out of hand. "That way, they won't bully you too much." Ares smirked when the boy scowled lightly.

"They bully people?" Apollo shut his eyes close. "They do bully people, especially new ones that Artemis sends here."

Ares remembered that one time when his new private fainted. He forgot to mention to the boy that bullying in the agency could be fatal, and that it included guns. Challenges, which could be anywhere, so long as they keep it clean and amusing, is always finished with witnesses. He could never forget how many supervisors Artemis kicked out, eradicating them completely for their incompetence to follow the rules and for staying loyal to the adversary.

"They do," answered Ares. "I already told Artemis not to put the sensitive ones in the agency, but she insisted. The bit—girl kept on getting the ones surely sensitive."

"Oh," Apollo murmured, peering up at him. "I'm . . . kind of sensitive too, huh? Is that why they bully the neophytes?"

"If you show them weakness, they'll chew on that. You're not that sensitive, though, and others cried already."

"People have fears, and not even I can deny this. If these bullying children keep on pounding on their weakness, they will retaliate and will cause problems in the agency."

Ares perked up slightly at the odd statement of the boy. It was as if he gained more than years in just a short amount of time. "You're serious now."

"I just," Apollo struggled with the words evidently, as his blue eyes darted away from Ares' auburn eyes. "I just hate it when they bully the weaker. One of my friends really hated it, too, especially when they teased his best friend. I somehow drilled into my mind that bullying is not something I should just watch out. They should have a taste of their own medicine."

Apollo looked utterly vengeful and sly as he let a small evil smile appear on his face.

Ares let a smirk slip on his face. The kid was determined to punish anyone who dared challenge the weaker. "They're wimps, kid. I really mind nothing if you do give them a taste of their own medicine. That should put them a peg or two down."

Apollo turned slightly nervous once more, and the fire in his eyes vanished. "You're not going to leave me there alone, right?" he stammered, eyes filled with dread. "I'm not sure how to handle it without you there."

Oh, shit. He really is a mouse. What am I, a dog? Nevertheless, Apollo's blue eyes were as convincing as a puppy, so he complied. "Alright," he grunted, somehow irritated that he accepted.

Apollo let out a beautiful—what?—smile. "Thank you, Ares."

Ares felt his face turn warm, and he willed the blood away. "Yeah, kid. It should probably balance them out."

"I'll accept their challenges," Apollo promised, grinning at him with utter relief. "I'll even kick their butts for you when they plan on lazing off."

Ares nodded. "Just remember the regulations, kid. You can change now."

The boy smiled gratefully. "Okay, boss."

The kid leaped from the floor and walked to his room, humming a tune he did not recognize. It took him only a moment to get dressed in normal clothes. Ares raised a brow at the bright clothes, wondering where the boy took it.

"I'm ready," answered Apollo before he could even ask him. The boy adjusted his pale red jacket and double-checked his belt. "Well, at least this feels slightly more comfortable," the boy muttered to himself.

"Let's see how this turns out, then." Ares stood up and Apollo followed him out as he left the office.

They used the stairs this time, and Apollo did not seem to mind the long way down. Rumor has it that no one even used the stairs anymore because Ares used it more regularly than the elevator. He did not care though, since he wanted the stairs for himself when he needed to train himself. He did not become the god of war for nothing, after all. He needed to set in his reputation and make sure his enemies think twice of trying to challenge him.

Damn, I really need a good fight right now. He wanted to fight someone good. Perhaps Percy Jackson could relieve his boredom at his next visit to his uncle. The boy surely taught him a few things about people, too, when they camped outside the vicinity out of boredom. Of course, his uncle disliked the idea at first, but the boy persuaded him to join, too. After a terrifying battle with his uncle, and another from the boy, he could tell himself to have a peaceful sleep.

He even managed to make his uncle help in clearing their things away.

They stopped at the door, and Apollo's hand grabbed his arm tightly. "Ah, sorry," the boy stammered, face red. He pulled his hand away as Ares observed how he gained concentration.

The boy took a few deep breaths and calm appeared in his eyes. The gentle look on his face amazed Ares. Apollo surprised him when he threw him a smile and changed his stance into something more arrogant, which would more likely attract ill attention. The boy pushed the door open, and they both got out. The blond-haired kid tucked his hands inside his jacket and a small smirk played over his lips.

Fuck, Ares thought, where did he hide that personality? An unfamiliar heat filled his body with excitement. Although, if the heat tried to create the excitement to fight, it did not feel the same, as it felt different. It left him feeling more pleasant, not bloodthirsty.

The boy took a confident and serious walk, face slightly apathetic except for the playful mischief in his eyes. There was a hint of power in his walk, something that assured Ares that the boy could take care of himself regardless of his fears.

Ares stopped his walk and chose to slow down a few paces behind, choosing to observe. It would do great to find weaknesses to make the boy pass through his tests more successfully.

Apollo did not even stop to slow down, too. He walked calmly in the same pace, and gave people a leveled look that made them turn away. His blue eyes even turned taunting, provoking, and daring. Apollo wanted them to accept the bait.

Ares locked his eyes with a supervisor that looked very furious with Apollo's pseudo-arrogance and sent an irritable determination to the man. The supervisor dropped a curse from his mouth and shouted a challenge. Apollo paused and turned, stealing a glance at him before he looked back at the supervisor.

"Are you sure?" Apollo breathed, lowering his eyelids.

Ares completely froze at the tone. It was entirely different, something heavier and much more enticing. He did not understand how he suddenly felt a pleasant hum in his body. He shook his head and leaned on a wall, amused. Perhaps it was one of the boy's talents.

"I'm as sure as hell, bastard," the supervisor spat. Apollo visibly winced with disappointment. "You walk in here like you own the place!"

"Oh my," Apollo started, placing a hand on his chest, blue eyes looking utterly hurt and mocking. "Did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry, but it's not my fault that you stick to the wall like a mourning black horsefly."

Ares snorted when the supervisor lunged at Apollo. When will they ever learn not to judge a book by its cover? His uncle should really send Percy Jackson in the agency for a vacation. Heck, even the sweet little Apollo knew how to control himself.

Apollo only used three moves and he broke the supervisor's arm, even going as far to dislocate his shoulder. The man was a hissing mess on the floor after, whimpering in pain.

Apollo glowered at the man and smiled. "You see, Eddie, even you can't touch me like you wanted. You are a very perverted pedophile, after all. Using children as toys like that is very disturbing. Do you want your mother, Gloria, to know about this? I can send her a message right now."

The man's face was a shade of pale white as he sputtered words that did not even make sense. There was an ocean of fear evident in his eyes as he trembled before his Lieutenant General. Ares did not even know about his exploits.

Ares smirked. "Now, now, kid. We don't want to involve the mother right now."

"It's awful how he just used this one neophyte and killed her, though, boss," Apollo said in one breath, looking confused. "The girl's body, well, he burned it at an enemy cottage." Apollo's eyes darkened even further as he guessed even more.

Ares sent the supervisor a look. "You can do what you want, kid. Kill him dead

Apollo snapped the man's neck, eyes glowing with a fiery emotion behind them. Ares did not like the sadness behind them. It looked as if Apollo was a different person. Seeing Apollo very upset made him feel oddly peeved. Apollo's eyes watched as the man took his last breath. Apollo calmed down then, smiling slightly.

"One spy down," Ares muttered under his breath.

Apollo accepted a few more challenges as they walked around on a patrol. A few of them were the bullies that took Apollo's childish appearance for granted. Some of them were spies that Ares already listed in his mind.

Apollo defeated anyone who challenged him. Some of the forced ones, he was slightly lighter. He only used a few moves, three or four, and brought down his enemy. He even played with some of them, taunting them by evading. Graceful as Apollo fought, the clumsier he saw his subordinates fight. The elite supervisors did not even stand a chance, and even their most graceful fighter turned into a quacking duck in front of Apollo.

"I think they're done," Apollo told him when they stopped by the lobby. The woman behind the counter blushed at the sight of Apollo.

Ares rolled his eyes at the action. "It's good to know they did not touch you." That, I will never allow. Who knows how many pedophiles are here in the agency?

"Not at all, boss," said Apollo happily, beaming at him as if he did not kill someone earlier. "I don't like that they keep on staring at you. They might lose a hand if they touch me—I do not like them much, and a few I tolerate. A very few, the neophytes, I can understand."

"All those screaming idiots deserved it." Ares sneered at the woman, and she bowed her head back at the computer. "Damn slackers can't even amuse me anymore. The day drags slowly though."

"Boss, it's about nine o'clock," Apollo informed him.

Damn, I missed dinner. "Fuck," Ares cursed aloud, shutting his mouth for a moment. "We missed—"

Apollo handed him a pouch. Ares' lips twitched into a tiny, knowing smile as he took the small pouch from him. He opened it, seeing a foiled object inside.

"What is this?" he asked, curious. He could not tell what the foil covered. Was it some kind of drug? Did Apollo even do drugs?

Apollo blushed and motioned him to lower his head. Ares leaned down slightly and Apollo stood on his toes, whispering in his ear words he could not believe.

"That's ambrosia," Apollo breathed into his ear. Ares felt his hot breath warm the half of his face. "I just thought to bring it with me."

Apollo pulled away with a very red face, murmuring something under his breath about something "hot". Ares blinked at the foil, furrowing his brows. How could Apollo get his hands on ambrosia? Only gods could have their hands on ambrosia. Who could have—?

"Hermes," Ares grunted. Figures that idiot would leave ambrosia lying around somewhere.

He took the foil and slipped it open, eating one square of the god food. He felt refreshed immediately, and full. Apollo slowly smiled and nodded at him.

"We're going to train tomorrow," Ares declared, placing the pouch and the square inside his pocket. "Now, though, let's get you some food. We don't want you fainting on our training, right?"

Apollo blushed and looked down. "I, uh, already ate," he stammered.

Ares perked up. "Oh," he murmured. We just passed the canteen earlier, right. He probably took something from the canteen. "We're going to sign new paperwork then," he grumbled, knowing that the other side of the building sent another pile of work.

"About that, boss . . . it's not going to be difficult this time." The boy grinned slightly, the small confidence oozing off him as they walked back to the stairs.

-AresApollo End-

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Pendings:

HadesPercy (I read the plot, and it was awesome, but it needs to be needed before he gives it out.)
HermesNico (The plot is being discussed, he said, but it's not the usual thief version. The HadesPercy has AresApollo, HermesNico and HephaestusAprodite, also some Stollcest.)
HephaestusAprodite (It has an awesome, romantic and mysterious plot. Although it's hetero, it is approved by my secretary, too.)

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P.P.S.: Did you know what kind of Hades there is in the story? It's new and the plot is amazing~

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