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((oh... lol, I'm sorry, I guess I just kinda assumed... cuz he seems that way... if ou want to tell me more, then I'll go edit it *hugs* and I don't know about this "starting clean" thing... it still seems mean, lol))

Apollo rolls his eyes. He should have known. The atmosphere was a lot quieter since Persephone and Demeter had gone to sleep and Eros was nodding off even while he continued to play his flute. But still, speaking aloud was something that Apollo didn't feel like doing.
He walks closer and sits own in a chair about ten feet from Dionysus, "Do you love him? Apollo had always been the kind of man to get straight to the heart of a matter. He stares Dionysus down, his eyes never leaving his, "Because it's really not fair to him if you don't... He lusts for you, I can see it in his eyes.... If he choses you and you end up hurting him... Dionysus, I'll never be able to forgive you... He's not a pirze to be won. If you're in this because of his looks..... Dionysus, you can't be that heartless."

((*kissing your neck* oh stop PMSing, that's not what I mean and you know it,lol. I actually don't want Dionysus to be a villain, he's much deeper than that. I made the comment before from Apollo's point of view because I never imagined them growing any closer than just sex. Apollo will probably be hurt when he realizes that Endymion hs lost all memory of their sexual relationship, but that doesn't make Dionysus evil, lover... I'll just shut up, play him the way you really want to *hugs*))

Apollo stiffens. At first, anger washed through him but then he couldn't help the warmth that spread red across his cheeks. Imagining Dionysus and Endymion together... It made him want to kill something and yet make love to both of them at the same time. He bites his lip nearly hard enough to bleed, shaking his head, "Wooing him with material gifts? Sounds original... If you end up loving him, then fine... But if you break his heart, Dion.... well, you may not get a chance anyways.... Just because he rejected me then doesn't mean that he will now."

((pouty, pouty *kisses* I'm sorry, ok? I didn't mean to sound so bossy and closed-minded before))

Apollo steps closer, smirking a little, "Don't be naive, Dion, it doesn't suit you... Eros had given him a bit of an implant... No, if Endymion could reject me of his own will, then he'd be much more of a man then you were, my drunken friend..."
He could feel himself growing hard as well, remembering the months when he and Dionysus were together, writhing and screaming on any sturdy surface they could find, "And if memory serves, you were always quite pleasantly vocal as well... But you were always best when I left you breathless, whimpering and thrusting with the sounds of sweat squealching between our bodies the loudest noise in the room... That sigh you gave at the end... Yes, I always liked you with your mouth closed..." Oh, Apollo could play this game. it was like doing the tango with a cougar.

Apollo sighs, groaning barely audibly at the lump growing hard in his pants. He voice was barely over a whisper, "Because with Endymion... I'm playing for keeps..." He walks closer and kisses Dionysus's forehead, his voice more playful now, "What suitors would we be, anyway, if we were screwing each other?" He turns andwalks over to where he had placed his sleeping bag on the floor of the tent.

Apollo had been grinning at the other god when he saw Dion's expression fall. And he wasn't staring at Apollo anymore, but something behind him. He didn't even have to see Endymion to know he was there. He stiffens, like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and whispers in Dion's mind, "s**t."

He glances to Endymion, blushing darkly, as the god of hope walked past them to his part of the tent, behind the curtains. His inner suitor told him to tell Endymion goodnight, but when he could barely even meet the other god's eyes... well, maybe it wasn't the best idea.

He looks to Dionysus, slightly panicked, before finally settling his eyes on Endymion. And he suddenly wasn't so shy anymore. Dionysus had always been talented when picking out clothing, but... He swallows the groan that had been creeping up his throat. He could see the silhouette of Endymion's body in those robes, and though it wasn't sheer enough to show more than the silhouette, that was enough. And for a god who was already hard, it was almost a bit too much.

Apollo's eyes lock on Dionysus' now smouldering with violet flames, "Oh, shut up." The god who had aroused him only a few moments before was now farthest from that. He could feel his heart throbbing in his chest erratically, skipping beats like a carthat was about to give out.

He knew that trying to talk to Endymion right now would only make things worse. So instead, he settles into the sleeping bag, he back turned to Dionysus. In a very soft mental voice, he barely touches Endymion's mind, "Gentle god of hope.... Please forgive me...."

Even though Apollo wasn't as close to the curtain as some of the others, he heard the cry loud and clear. Within seconds, he was beside the curtain, pacng with tears streaming down his cheeks, "Oh gods.... Dymion!.... Dymion please.... let me in... let someone in... Oh please... I'm so sorry.... What was between Dionysus and I was a long long time ago... And I don't want him now... You heard me... I want you, only you............ Please..." He didnt even try to his his own sobs from the other gods, knowing they would figure it out anyways, "Please... Don't tuck yourself away alone if you're hurting..... Endymion..."