InsaneJournal

It was funny how a wedding could materialise out of nowhere. Ares had to admit to being some level of impressed when he came back in from the beach and looked around at what the womenfolk had been busy doing all day. That child of his was making herself useful, which was good. He had also noticed the girl had been spending less time at his gym the last week, which he was pleased about. The fewer distractions for his guys, the better.

Despite the fact of his resolutely flaccid dick, seeing his bride walking down the aisle towards him made him feel pride and love, and he only had eyes for her. He liked the short, simple ceremony, liked the backless dress Aphrodite was wearing, loved the curve of her neck and the way her blonde waves tumbled down her back. Aphrodite was the most beautiful, ravishing creature in all the world, and she was his.

The dinner was great, and he watched his men settle down to the feast, pleased with the way their black tuxes created a strong, intimidating look, even if Aphrodite had insisted on pink tropical flowers in their lapels. “To match the bridesmaids”, or some shit. Whatever, keep her happy for a few hours and then the flowers could be binned. Even the young prodigy Tragos was getting stuck in, laughing with the group. Ares had noticed that the boy sometimes seemed to single himself out, and he watched that carefully. The circumstances of his initiation and Melpomene’s influence marked him out. Ares knew some of the others didn’t like him much, seeing his position as a threat. Ares wouldn’t stand for disunity in the ranks. If it went too far, it would have to be decisively dealt with.

For now, however, dinner was over, the dancing started. They had sort of taken over part of the open bar, and some of the locals mingled, but Ares had insisted on best behaviour. He didn’t want to be dragged out of bed with his lovely new wife to deal with any shit. That was why he’d left the worst troublemakers at home.

He smiled at Aphrodite, seated next to her, and kissed her hand. Although every minute of the last week had been a miserable hell without being able to get hard, he was watching the clock tick down to midnight, and wondering just exactly when the spell would be wearing off.

“I’m gonna go talk to the DJ,” he said to her. “Any requests?”