Who: D & Apollo What: The Cure! Where: D & Apollo's bedroom~ When: BACKDATED - Jan. 14, 2009; early morning. Warnings: Swearing and groping. You know, the usual with these two.
It was late. At least, Apollo assumed it was late. The clock certainly said that it was. He hoped that the digital display wasn't lying to him; he really wanted everyone else to be asleep when he got home. He didn't want questions from Zeus, or coddling from Thalia. He just wanted to go in, give D his medicine and then...
Well he hadn't thought that far ahead yet. Certainly sleep was on the top of his list, since he hadn't been doing much of that, but he was starting to seriously consider that he might be past the point where sleep would even help. He was tired, very, very tired, exhausted even, but he couldn't imagine lying down and sleeping. That was probably bad.
Letting himself into the house quietly, he crept through the hall, up the stairs, and into his bedroom, a small cooler tucked under one arm. To be honest, at this point he wasn't sure if the stuff needed to be kept cool, but when he'd asked the lady at the lab for a container to travel with, a cooler was what she brought. He hadn't been about to argue.
D was snuggled under a comically large pile of blankets, shivering in spite of this. His skin was near translucent at this point, and even though he was asleep, it was the shallow kind of sleep enjoyed by those in severe pain. Soft footsteps in the room stirred him from sleep. "Mmm?"
Apollo set the small cooler on the bedside table, and carefully lowered himself down onto the edge of the bed next to his brother. "Shh. It's just me..." He reached out, as if he might smooth back D's hair, but changed his mind halfway, and brought his hand back to his lap.
No time for that; he still needed to be the doctor here.
"Hi..." D croaked softly, eyes fluttering open for a moment before falling shut again. He smiled a bit. "It's late..."
"Is it? That's good; I wasn't really sure anymore." He spared a few seconds to bite his lip, then turned his attention back to the cooler. He opened it, and pulled out a small bottle, along with a needle. "I'm...sorry it took me so long..."
"S'ok..." D breathed heavily. "Just been sleeping. Trying at least..."
He shook his head. It wasn't okay, at least not in his mind. He held the bottle up in what little light there was, and poked the needle through, filled it, and then set the bottle aside as he shifted his position on the bed. "Think you can find your arm for me under there?"
"'kay..." The blankets were heavy, so it did take a moment. Eventually D did extricate himself from their plush clutches.
There was something he was forgetting to do, he knew. Sterilizing the area, that's what it was, but he hadn't brought what he needed to do that, and it probably wouldn't be important in the long run anyway. Even so, it did make him pause for a few moments before he inserted the needle.
"There..."
D cringed, not liking the idea of shots at all. It was something mortals did. "How long should this take?"
Apollo finished with the injection, and dropped the needle back into the cooler. Or at least, that's where he was aiming, but since it was, more or less, behind him, he couldn't be sure where it landed.
"It...should start working fairly quick, but I'm...not...You might need another dose." He hated not being sure of these things.
D was able to push the blankets off of him. "I am feeling a bit better." Less like death warmed over.
Nod. "Good..." Actually a little faster than he'd thought, but...he himself was hardly the best test subject for that sort of thing.
D stretched his muscles a bit. He felt good. Really good. And he had faith in his brother's abilities, so he bit hard into his own hand. He grinned, cradling the wound carefully. "Ichor..."
SIGH. He reached over and snatched D's hand, healing the wound with a small bit of power. "Do you mind? It...I...put a lot of work into keeping you in one piece and now you're just..." Whatever; he couldn't really think of anything to say.
D smiled, leaning over to kiss Elton's forehead. "You sure you should be expending your energy like that? You've barely been around to rest. I don't want you dead on your feet from healing my paper cuts...."
"Then stop...getting paper cuts." That was simple enough, right?
He really should rest, shouldn't he? Or...do something. He had told Melpomene to wait for his impending breakdown, but he didn't feel like calling her, or even moving from where he was sitting now. He'd put so much effort into not letting the whole situation bother him, that he wasn't sure he could feel anything about it now that it was over, but he didn't particularly like being numb about it either...
"You did that pretty quick," D admired. His hand was all patched up. He reached over to the bedside table to where a glass of water was sitting. What state were his powers in? He reached out with whatever reserves of power he had, and the water turned into wine. He sipped it. Good wine. "...hey. I feel fine. What the heck did you make?"
Apollo didn't think it'd been quick. Over a week? D could have died before he'd finished. He didn't say anything though.
Shrug. "Stuff. If you feel like it's wearing off or anything, let me know. It shouldn't, but..." One never knew.
"Nah, it's still getting better," D grinned. He stood, pacing around the room. "Have you tried this? I mean...wow. I mean...I feel great!"
"I...did test it on myself a few times, but..." Another shrug. It hadn't really worked the way he'd thought it should, and in the end he'd skipped a last test in order to get home faster. "At least it's working."
"Try it," D said, near madness at this point. This was almost as good as crack. "I mean reeeeallllllly."
Frown. "There's no reason for me to take it; I'm not sick and I'm not dying." So there. "Don't be a sissy," D remarked, gesturing to the cooler.
"I'm not being a 'sissy', D, I'm being a doctor." He'd meant to sound angry, but only managed tired instead. Sigh.
D started to make chicken noises. You knew he was feeling better when he was being annoying.
Great. All his hard work and fretting and missing sleep, and this was the thanks he got. He pushed himself up off the bed, picked up the cooler, and headed for the door. He'd sto the stuff in the fridge until he was sure D didn't need it anymore, and then he'd...do something with it. And after he did that, he'd...go sleep in the barn.
Ut ut uh! D was not only mischievous. He was also damn horny. He slithered up behind Elton, pulling the blonde close. "Where're you goin? I've missed you." Nibble nibble.
"I'm going to go stick this in the fridge, and then I'm going to go outside and pretend to sleep." He couldn't decide if he wanted to push D away or not; certainly he wasn't terribly interested in what he knew D was thinking about, but at the same time it was...nice right where he was.
D smirked, feeling a little tug of affection from Apollo. He reached up, running his fingers lovingly through the other god's hair. He kissed his shoulder. "Stay with me."
"I'm...really not in the mood for anything your thinking of doing if I stay here. So...isn't it best if I find someplace else to exist while you get all that out of your system?" Sigh~ Comfy.
"I bet if you took some of what's in the cooler, it'd clear your exhaustion right up..." Exhaustion was an illness right? Actors used that excuse all the time.
"Would you cut it out...." Geez. He was like...some sort of...drug dealer or something. And he didn't even really know what it was that Apollo had in the cooler!
D licked behind Apollo's ear, hoping he'd like it. On a good day, Dionysus was used to be able to talk anyone into anything, and right now he felt very good. "I just want to show my gratitude...let you feel as good as I do, doc."
"And let's not forget I'm supposed to still be mad at you for that little stunt you pulled at the party. I really don't appreciate you using your influence on me like that, you know..." Excuses excuses...
"You had fun didn't you," D smiled, reaching his hand around to Elton's frontside. "Mmm~"
Squirm. "That's not the point; if I did have a good time, it was only because you made me..." Which was the whole reason to be mad about it, of course.
"Maybe you needed some help," D replied coolly. "I couldn't make myself get better...maybe you just needed some fun therapy."
"Well it didn't work, so I'll thank you not to do it again..." Hmph.
"Don't tempt me," D murmured, holding Elton close by his crotch. "You need to learn to be more recreational...."
That got D the moan he was probably looking for, even though Elton hadn't wanted to give it up. "You need to learn to have a little more respect for personal space..."
"Impossible," D purred, licking his neck. "We haven't made love in days."
"Really? I hadn't noticed..." He tilted his head to the side a bit. "You'd better hope all the company is gone downstairs..."
"Fuck 'em," D purred, tugging Elton back towards the bed. "Our house, we can moan as loud as we want..."
"Heh. I'm glad to see you're feeling well enough to once again leave all the worrying to me..." Now if he could just...set this thing down on the floor before he dropped it...
D was happy enough to take the cooler out of Apollo's hands, pushing his lover onto the mattress. He straddled the blonde, peering into the contents of the case. "Hmmm..."
Squirm. "What are you doing? I thought you wanted sex, not a science lesson..." Geez.
D pulled out a needle, a devious grin on his features. He set the cooler down next to the bed.
Glare. "Would you cut it out; you don't even really know what that stuff is! Hell, I don't even really know what it is!" Okay, so he did...mostly, it was just the principle of the thing. And...you know...being a doctor. Of sorts. It just seemed...*wrong*.
And D was all about wrong. If it was naughty, he had to do it. He grabbed Apollo's arm and gave it a good hearty whack. A vein rose to the surface, and D licked it before pulling the cover off the needle with his teeth and injecting Apollo. He was absolutely positive that the effects were going to be electric.
"Damn it!" Yet again, another example of D disregarding his wishes NOT to have some sort of...outside influence forced on him; his brother's powers or some crazy drug he'd cooked up in a borrowed lab, the principle was the same thing. Was it really that hard of a concept to grasp?
He struggled to get out from under D, no longer sure that he wanted to humor him. He was going to KILL him...and after a minute or so, really, he actually felt like he *could*.
D grinned smugly, rolling around luxuriously on top of the sheets. "Mmm how do you feel?"
"Like I want to fucking MURDER YOU!" For the moment, he would put aside the fact that he was feeling better than he had in years, that it would probably only *improve* as time went on. That wasn't the point. The point was...the point was....
Well the point *was* that D had...done it against his will. Right. Grr.
"That's par for the course," D shrugged, sitting up and smirking at Apollo. He reached out, putting his hands on Apollo's cheeks. You look good...your skin's practically glowing.
"Yeah, well this time I mean it!" All right, so that wasn't...entirely true, but...
Punch! It wasn't like he didn't deserve that...
"Ow!" D fell backwards, the blow knocking him ass over head off the bed. He hissed, popping up from the floor and launching himself at Apollo.
At least Apollo managed to not fall off the bed onto the floor. Small plus. "You asked for it!" He never listened...never ever...!
D growled, but his anger dissipated, slightly. He leaned in, hovering over Apollo's face. "You smell good too."
"Now you're just making shit up; I haven't showered in a week." He shoved at D's chest, but not hard enough to knock him very far backwards...
"Oh believe me...I could smell you before," he rolled his eyes. "No really. You smell better now. A lot better..." It was getting hard for D to keep his hands to himself.
Apollo rolled his eyes. "If you say so..." Wasn't it *always* hard for him to keep his hands to himself? Sort of like how it was always hard for Apollo to stay mad at him...
D leaned in and kissed him, fairly sure that this would earn himself another punch. He tried very hard to make it a good one, to charm Apollo's pants off. Literally.
It was a good one, and it earned D another chance. Sort of. "You have...about a minute to get my clothes off, of I'm punching you again..." Deal? Deal.
Oh it was on. D grinned, all but tearing Apollo's clothes (and his own) in the process. Still, something was nagging him as he kissed down Elton's chest. He sat up. "What's something you can't normally do anymore?"
Blink. Just as things were getting good, he had to go and start getting talkative. And D always hated it when people were talkative. Well, most of the time. Frown. "Just about everything? Look, what does this have to do with you screwing me?" Really.
"Try something. Anything. Something simple," D murmured, leaning in to kiss at his neck.
"This is stupid. I don't even know what the hell you are talking about. Are you going to do this or not? Cause if you're not I'm just going to go lock myself in the bathroom and take a really long shower..." Grumble!
D gripped onto Apollo's chin, maybe more roughly than he meant to. "Do it!" He lightened up then. "I have a good feeling..."
"Do what?!" The hell was he supposed to do? What was the point?
"Something with your powers..." D said softly. "There's something about what you made...it's odd. But in a good way."
"Well if it's something about that drug, why don't *you* try something and we'll see if it's true. There's nothing I can do that'll prove anything; healing is healing, in the end it's just how tired I am, and I've got nothing to heal at the moment unless you want to skewer yourself to prove some stupid point." Huff.
D perked a bit, looking around for something good and sharp.
"Don't even...I wasn't being serious..." He was *so* not getting sex now. Nope.
Ooh a letter opener. D picked this up and drove it into his stomach with a wince. And then there was a hard jerk to the right, across his abdomen with all their vital organs. He slumped against a wall. Under normal circumstances, this was crazy, but he had a really good feeling.
"I ought to just leave you there, you fucking idiot." Now he definitely wasn't getting any. None at all. It had been questionable to begin with, but now... After all his hard work, this? He'd be lucky if he ever saw Apollo naked again in his life time.
He slid off the bed and moved to stand in front of D, arms crossed over his chest.
"Fair enough," D replied, sliding down the wall, holding his insides in. "I can just wait for my body to heal itself I guess..." He coughed up some ichor.
Scowl. Twitch. He knelt next to his brother and slapped his hands out of the way so that he could replace them with his own. Fucking...stupid...idiotic...Twitch.
The healing went smoothly, and then he stood and moved away to find what was left of D's shirt to wipe his hands on. GRRRRR!
"So..." D grinned, getting up to his feet. He licked some of the ichor off his own hands. "How was it for you? That was a big job...you should be flat on the floor."
GLARE. "I don't know what the fuck you're over there grinning about. Get out of my bedroom!" Point!
"It made you stronger," D smiled. Did he have to spell everything out? "And judging by the pep in your step as you stand there screaming at me, I'd say it's made you a great deal stronger."
"Guess how much I care right now? Go on, guess! NOT A WHOLE HELL OF A LOT!" Not that D didn't have a point that Apollo would acknowledge later. Probably a lot later. Right now though...
This really wasn't how he'd been expecting his evening to go...
D rolled his eyes. "Excuse me for trying to point out the bright side to all of this mess..." he shrugged, crossing to the end-table to get his water-made-wine.
"Gutting yourself is NOT a fucking acceptable way to prove anything! What the fuck is wrong with you that suddenly you think this sort of nonsense is a good idea?! Obviously I did something wrong when I made that stuff, because it turned you into a fucking reckless moron!" Twitch.
D had to snort at that. "When have I not been a fucking reckless moron? I'm always a fucking reckless moron, and y'know what? You're attracted to my spontaneity. It turns you on~"
"I used to think you'd draw that line at maiming yourself! And no, it doesn't fucking turn me on; you'll be lucky if you ever see me naked again!" He threw what as left of D's shirt at him. "A week I sat down there trying to figure out how to make you better and not freak out while I was doing it, and this is the thanks I get? Wow! I don't know why I don't help out people more often!"
Not that he'd wanted to be showered with gratitude... Okay, so maybe he did want that a little. But...a nice, calm evening wouldn't have been amiss. You know, a chance to *relax* a little after the whole mess...
D frowned, realizing he had made an error, but it wasn't too late to rectify it. "You deserve more than just thanks for your tireless work helping me...this...this thing you discovered. It's amazing, Apollo. It might be very important to us if we're going to survive all the nut jobs out to get us..."
He slowly approached his lover, the way one might approach a wounded animal. "You're brilliant. I just wasn't sure you had clear sight of that..."
"Forget it. I don't want to hear it. For once, I just...don't want to hear it. I don't know why I bother..." He didn't even want to think about telling everyone else about the drug; part of him really didn't want anyone else to have it. If he...if he gave it to all of them, then...he'd be right back where he started, on the low end of the proverbial totem-pole. They'd just...kick him around and bully him into making more so they could give it to the entire family, their kids, and probably even the Norse.
D frowned, holding his arms out to Apollo experimentally. "I've hurt your feelings....I'm sorry."
Apollo just stood there, glowering at him, but at least he hadn't moved away, right? Of course, he hadn't moved any closer either, but...it was slightly promising?
D smiled softly, enveloping Apollo in a hug. "I was so upset, y'know? I've worked so hard to not be....mortal. I campaigned for my own spot on Olympus. To have it all undone like that...it was terrifying--and not the good, sexy kind of terror."
What was there to be smiling about? "You think it wasn't for me too? Seeing you there like that and not being able to do anything at all? Not even know if there was anything I *could* do? And having to ignore all that because if I didn't...I never would have had any chance at figuring it out..."
D smiled wider, rubbing his cheek against Apollo's. "You care. And deep down I knew you'd fix it. And you did. Spectacularly."
Glare. "Of course I fucking care about you! What sort of statement is that? This isn't like 'Oh gee, Hades could be dying! Save him Apollo! It's your duty!'..." Grr.
D planted a kiss on Apollo's lips. "I love you."
SIGH. "Love you too, jackass."
D grinned, tugging Apollo back towards the bed. "Lie down. I'll go put these in the fridge." He stooped to get the cooler.
Snort. "You don't really think I'm going to let you have your way with me now, do you? You totally ruined the mood..." But he went to lay down anyway; at the very least, he'd finally get some sleep, even if he didn't exactly need it that much anymore.
D shrugged, heading towards the door. "Maybe, maybe not. But I know you'll accept the awesome shoulder massage I have in store for you."
Hmph. Well, he was going to be owing a lot of massages then, because one wasn't going to make up for this little drama. Nope!
Maybe the massage wouldn't, but the awesome sex D was going to trick Apollo into certainly would! He laughed to himself just a little on the way down to the kitchen.
Apollo crawled under the covers and curled up. He wondered, idly, if it would be worth it to pretend he was asleep. Probably not, as chances were that D would just wake him up anyway. Oh well.
Summary: Apollo finally returns home from the lab to cure his brother, and D realizes that said cure might be good for more than just making him feel better. Groping and arguments and violence ensue. Happy ending though... Hurr.