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Apollo's breath hitches in his throat as his eyes lock wth Endymion's and a flicker of caution lights within his mind, wondering if Endymion would pull back like he did before... But this time... This time Endymion was clearly longing for him.
His violet eyes don't waver from Endymion's, as he inches almost imperceptibly closer. His hand was raised, cupping Endymion's cheek before he even realized it. He could feel Endymion there, at the edge of his mind, like he usually was when their casual glances became this intense. His lips part, letting out a slightly ragged breath as he tries to at least control his need. Cradling Endymion's face with his hand, his lips draw naturally to the younger god's, molding ith them in a passive version of his usual overpowering passion. He didn't want to scare Endymion away now.

The prayer shuddered through him and he felt his denims getting almost painfully tight. The prayer, the kiss, even Endymion's slight musky scent... He had missed it all far too much and wanted it now more than ever, the prayer inspiring him.
He takes charge, rolling forward onto his knees so he was closer, but slightly above Endymion. He didn't dare break the kiss though and his lips pressed forward with an almost frenzied passion, although he was taking his time exploring again. His tongue slides between Endymion's slick lips and he shudders, his prayer almost moaning in the younger god's mind.
Ahhh... Yes, Dymion... I can feel you here.... gods, how I've longed for this....

Apollo had only been inches away the secnd time when Endymion's hand suddenly came up. He wanted him to stop. His heart skips a beat, where before it had been hammering. It now felt like the blood in his veins was pumping backwards. A shudder passes through his form and he pulls back, sitting back on his haunches.
His eyes turn downward, not wanting to see Endymion's right now. Part of him told him to be angry, to let out a rage at this rejection. But he couldn't summon enough feeling for that. No, he wasn't angry, just hurt. A half second ago he had been overflowing with emotion, and now... now everything had seeped from his body. He stares at the ground infront of him, at the few inches of it that separated their legs and swallows hard. he didn't know what he was guilty of, why Endymion was punishing him. He finally whispers, "I'm sorry for loving you." The phrase, if uttered from anyone else's lips would probably sound bitter and full of anger. But Apollo's voice was calm, almost regretful and totally without hope. There was no anger at all.

Apollo stands, making an effort to steady his breathing. He hadn't meant to hurt Endymion, but it was as if a part of him wanted Endymion to know what he was doing to his former lover. He lets out a sigh. Of course Endymion knew. He reaches his hand down, saying softly, "No, I'm sorry.... I started it and this isn't the time to... well... it isn't the time to deal with these things..."
He steels himself and pulls up as mch of a smile as he can manage, "Come on... I said that I would have you meditate before we began sparring, but maybe it's best to clear our minds out now... A few quick fights will help you unwind enough to meditate... Don't worry about mental attacks for now..."

Apollo smiles at the description, remembering the hide and seek game from when he was young quite well. He almost wished sparring was that alone. He pops his knuckles, his neck, his back, as if slowly loosening up his whole body, "Mmm, sort of... But usually that is only used for dodging techniques... If both gods are hiding from each other, little can get done... It's more like the tickle match that Diana and I were in the other day..." he smiles nostalgically and a little sadly, as if wishing he could apologize to Diana more, knowing he would never get over his guilt. "You use everything in your arsenal to render the other god utterly helpless... it's more about your ability to think on your feet and use your powers in tmes of stress rather than actual strength. Usually the wounds are small, only distractions, flesh wounds... But I don't know is Athena will abide by those rules..." He sighs, thinking for a minute or so about it. She hadn't been the one to administer his own test.
He finally shakes the thoughts from his head and smiles to Endymion, "Ok, I'll give you first move. It's common courtesy in our world to give the one who has the most at stake the first move. Athena will abide by this rule. And that is your most important weapon. A whole battle can hinge on your choice of a first move. Make it good."

Apollo's eyes don't stray from Endymion, even though he was invisible when he wasn't focusing. And still, all he could see was the sudden movement, every now and then the shimmer of his hair in the wind, or his arm bending... Damn, Endymion really was good at this, Apollo had to give him credit.
He stands stock still, waiting. No one ever dodges the first attack. It was a cowardly move as well as an insult to your opponent. His eyes flicker to every bit of Endymion that flashes in his vision, lingering before the next sharp movement was made, just waiting calmly.

Apollo's eyes turn towards Endymion, still able to detect some movements. He grins, purring softly, "Interesting..." In a second, his body fell into a mist, almost invisible and on Endymion before he had even fully turned. Surrounding him in the moisture, Apollo spins Endymion a few times before hurling him up into the air, sending him flying towards the sky, a relatively harmless attack, but he knew it would mess with Endymion's sense of balance some.

Apollo was back in his regular form again and lifts an eyebrow. Not all gods could shift into animals, and he wasn't one that could. But Endymion was, obviously. He was discovering quite a few new things about him lately. This was going to be hard not hurting the other birds. He ducks and rolls to the ground, his body disappearing into the soil. Suddenly, just in there bubble, thunder rumbles and rain begins to pour. Apollo reappears again, a few yards away laying in the grass in the rain, staring at the flock of struggling birds.