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Laying across the desk in the famous 'Draw me like one of your French girls' pose, seductive and (of course) nearly naked. Clad only in a very skimpy pink thong, with a heart on the rump, Eros awaited Zephyrus' return with a rose in his mouth. Yes, cliche, and it wasn't even Saint Valentine's Day. He just wanted to see his, *ahem*, 'friend's' reaction to such a sight.

Not that Cupid being unclothed was an uncommon sight on campus. Hey, when were the Greek gods clothed in statues? And you expect modesty from the god of sex? There was a reason the Catholics went from him being the angelic cherub who spread love to the demon of fornication. He was hornier than Pan(okay, real talk, this is probably impossible but like, whatever) and it wasn't like he didn't notice students staring - not gawking at the nudity, but clearly checking him out, some snapping pictures on their picture phones, those cute little Millennials - and even more so, did Zephyr care about him being almost naked in his private office? Zephyr, the west wind. Well, technically Zephyrus but hey, nicknames. All bfs(best friends, no, they weren't boyfriends. That's gay. and like, no homo, right, Z?) gave each other nick names!

In truth, Eros was never sure what they were. He was married. With a full-god daughter. Not just demigods. But still, he loved Zephyrus. Sure, he technically loved everyone. But Zephyrus was as beautiful as Psyche, just not in the same way. Well, the both looked great from the back, as all sexes could possess certain assets that looked quite fetching.

Ugh, he was rambling on and on in his head, trying to justify to himself that seducing Zephyrus was totally acceptable and not frowned upon, teachers hooking up when a certain winged angel-faced professor was to be grading tests.

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It was probably lucky for Eros that Zephyr's last class had not ended as planned. He usually ended up hooking up with a student (and had his eyes on a certain dark haired cutie sitting in the front row), but a headmaster he knew all to well walking by his classroom threw him off his game and for once he didn't even try to talk to anyone, too jarred and uneasy.

He was muttering unhappily under his breath as he headed back to his office, shoving the door open. Of course, he immediately stopped and just stared. One eyebrow rose and he slowly closed the door behind him, leaning against it as he looked back at his friend. Was friend even the right word? Zephyr rarely had any relationships and none that went well, especially lately. Not since the disaster of Hyacinth. He didn't really consider the nature of the dynamic between himself and Eros often, he simply knew that the blond god was his best and really only friend. He was the only one Zephyr really had interaction with outside of sex.

Although it definitely wasn't like there wasn't any sex between the two of them. Especially given the offering spread out on his desk. Automatically he ditched anything that was in his hands on the table next to the door, not caring how messy it made it. Normally he wasn't the type to do a lot of lead-up, just ditch the clothes and go for it, but Eros always had the power to be an exception. Especially when he'd gone to so much effort. So he stifled his instincts for the moment and just moved forward to stand in front of his desk, half smirking and half just chuckling at the adorable idiot across it.

"And what do I owe this exquisite surprise to, Love?" It was less an affectionate title but more of a simple nickname, given Eros's status. He would have preferred to just kiss him, but he really didn't want to have his mouth stabbed with rose thorns, which would definitely ruin the moment that Eros had evidently tried so hard to create.

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"I was bored today, and then I realized that we haven't...well, you know, in a while." Eros just shrugged, "Stupid students and their damn five page essays on magic spells. Keeping me from you. Now, why are you still dressed?" He asked as he set down the rose. He shifted to get more comfortable, his elbow was a bit sore from having to prop himself up on it, all that pressure on such a small area made it rather red.

Finally giving up, he moved so that he sat on the desk facing the wind god, not laying down in a sexual manner. He smirked, there was something so right when he was with Zephyrus. It was like being hit by something hard and sharp, like being stung by a bee*. His soft white wings became outstretched in what students joking called a wing-boner. The winged god equivalent to a human erection, where the wings spread open. Like that once scene in Toy Story 2.

Of course, his wings weren't the only form of visible arousal. Being near Zephyrus had that effect, by him merely been in Eros' line of sight. "You don't have a little, cute student with you. Did you chase them all away, being far too direct?" He teased with a bright grin. Amor wasn't sure if he wanted to jump right into it with Zephyrus, their time together ended so quickly upon climax. not that it was anyone's fault, just a bad habit of hooking up and bouncing. One night stands with students and faculty tended to give one that frame of mind, hit it and quit it.

*(view spoiler)["Through this sting was Amor made wiser.
The untiring deceiver
concocted another battle-plan:
he lurked beneath the carnations and roses
and when a maiden came to pick them,
he flew out as a bee and stung her."

The image of Cupid as bee is part of a complex tradition of poetic imagery involving the flower of youth, the sting of love as a deflowering, and honey as a secretion of love. (hide spoiler)]

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"Well, you know?" He echoed with a chuckle, shaking his head. "You are a god of love and sex, are you telling me you can't even say it?" He teased, "Do you need me to educate you? I do teach sex education. I'm more than able to. Even if I am just your last resort to escape boredom." He teased, raising an eyebrow. "Just limit the essays to no more than like two pages. Why do you have to make stuff harder on yourself? I mean, some things being hard is good. Not so good with some others."

Looking over at Eros he pouted teasingly, shaking his head. "We both know that I'm as good as you at picking up students. Better, since I don't even have to use powers." He chuckled slightly, "No, Apollo walked by." He frowned suddenly, shifting uneasily. He was a god, he shouldn't be scared. But as much as he hated it, Apollo kind of terrified him. He knew Apollo hated him for killing Hyacinth, and Zephyr hated him in return for taking the boy from him. And Apollo had nearly killed him, and likely would have if not for the god in his office now.

Although Zephyrus wasn't exactly the cuddly type, being near Eros comforted him in a way. So with a huff he jumped up to sit across from him on the desk, folding his legs underneath himself as he looked over at Eros. He had more control over his wings than he knew the love god did, despite their similar appearance. But he decided to let his own out to match Eros, reaching back to pull his shirt over his head and drop it in his chair so he wouldn't rip it as his own white feathered wings unfolded. Given his more control over his he rarely released his, honestly. It just didn't occur to them, so even around Eros they were uncommon, simply because they would get in the way of the other things the two gods were generally up to.

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His wings touched Zephyrus' and a shiver went up his spine. He felt a small pang of guilt, it was his fault for the enmity between Apollo and the Anemoi. "True, true. You do get around more than I do. But then again, I do have a wife and daughter to take care of. And no one here quite matches you." He said cheekily, although he meant every word of it.

He didn't like saying 'sex' or 'fuck' in the context of his relationship with Zephyrus. Because, to him, there was more to it. He wouldn't say 'making love' because he was unsure of Zephyr's true feelings toward him. So he had no idea what to call it. It was not just fornication or rutting, breeding or mating. It was something unique unto themselves, that only they two had. He resisted the urge to lean his head on Zephyrus' shoulder, but did move closer to him.

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Automatically Zephyr's wings twitched at the touch but he didn't move it away, simply letting them hover next to Eros's, eerily alike. The white feathered appendages cupped around them, creating a small, oddly intimate space with just the two of them inside. "Hey, at least you know you have a family." He coaxed, trying to cheer him up. "I go through people, but in the end I just have you, Lover Boy." He teased gently, once again using a nickname.

Seeming awkward at having revealed something that was, in his opinion, too emotional, he reached back to run a hand through his dark hair, only succeeding in messing it up and flopping it in his face. Hurriedly he shoved it to the side before leaning forward slightly to rest his elbows on his knees, absently tracing the bird tattoo on the back of one hand with a light finger from the other. "Are you alright?" He frowned as he looked over at the love god, raising an eyebrow. "You're usually not so... subtle. Reserved? Usually the instant I see you there's a hand down my pants." He teased. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. And I'm fine with this too. You're just... odd at the moment."

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"I...I'm fine." He hated this, is this what is was like, having a crush? Flustered and bashful, butterflies like his brother in his stomach? When he wanted Psyche, he had her, and even when she broke his trust, she fell hard for him. But this in between state he experienced with Zephyrus when he wanted something more was maddening.

"I'm thinking. About..." He stopped himself. "It's nothing important." Cupid sighed, and gave, resting his head on the west wind's shoulder. "I just thought, I dunno. We're friends, right? We should do other things than just," he gulped, "have sex all the time. I enjoy being around you." He never remembered getting stabbed by an arrow, but he must have done so by accident, perhaps it was when he was hastily getting undressed to sleep with Zephyrus and got himself pierced by accident again. But he could not place when, exactly, these feelings for him began. Before or after Psyche? What century? How long has this desire festered in his heart, unspoken to anyone, save Mother? He got half of what he wanted, Zephyrus' body in his bed. But he wanted his heart, his love, his soul. After all, Eros and Psyche were the perfect union, heart and mind. That is what he wanted from him, but he wasn't entirely sure he deserved it. He knew what he did to Zephyrus, that iron arrow. Hyacinth. What it did to him. How could he expect Zephyrus to love the man that made him fall in love with someone who wanted someone else. Sure, he realized his folly, only after the blood was spilled.

He exhaled. "I want you." His voice sounded different. The tone, was it shaky? He was nervous, like the first time he mentioned his fetishes, in all their depraved glory. "In my mouth," was barely audible.

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Zephyrus opened his mouth to speak, automatically wanting to ensure Eros that everything he had to say was important, but luckily the love god continued before the wind god could embarrass himself. Probably a good thing. Still, he jumped slightly in surprise when the other leaned against him. He didn't move away though, one hand sliding around Eros's waist. "Of course we're friends, Eros." He promised, just sounding confused. "You're my only friend. Why wouldn't I like being around you?" One eyebrow rose and he sighed slightly, tilting his head just a fraction to the side to rest against Eros's. He sighed slightly, speaking almost reluctantly after a moment. "As much as I enjoy our sex - and I really do love it - I can do stuff besides just that, you know. I'm alright with just talking. Just say so." He insisted gently, some of his hair falling down to the side again as he turned his head just a fraction to kiss Eros's cheek.

Automatically he shifted at the other god's suggestion, biting his lip. "You know how much I love what you can do with that mouth..." He chuckled lowly in his ear, shifting his weight. But, reluctantly, he sighed. "But you're not fine. I know you, Love. Whether you like it or not. You're upset. I'm not so much of a selfish ass that I'll take advantage of that." He insisted, though he obviously wasn't happy about missing out on - or possibly just putting off - sex with his love god. His grip around the other's waist only tightened slightly, though, never even considering making Eros leave because of the possibility of no sex.

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He turned bright red at the peck on the cheek. Eros knew that he was just being Zephyr. But still. Having a crush and not knowing where they stood on their feelings towards you was, well, crushing. He felt like Atlas, carrying the weight of the world. Or the heavens. Whatever.

He's saying love as in Amor, Cupid, Eros. Not love as in my love. Stop thinking like that. He scolded himself. The grip on his waist tightened, so he shifted closer to Zephyrus in response. He snuggled closer. "Zephyrus, I..." His throat was dry. How did Aphrodite do this so easily? "Can I say something that might sound, I don't know...stupid?" Eros' heart was pounding in his chest, his face nuzzled into Zephyrus' neck.

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Zephyr shook his head at the blush he saw on his friend, raising an eyebrow. Whatever was Eros's deal it must be something pretty damn interesting. He shifted slightly as Eros moved closer, biting his lip. Generally he really wasn't the cuddly type, but it wasn't like they were actually cuddling, right? They were just sitting on top of a desk by each other. Besides, Eros felt so warm beneath his fingers he couldn't bring himself to move away.

"You've never bothered to ask before." He teased dryly. Still, it was obvious that Eros was actually uncomfortable. So with a slight sigh his other arm slid around his waist, closing his eyes for a split second. "Alright fine, I'll be nice and disgustingly honest, nothing you say is stupid to me. Spill, Loverboy." He insisted. Still, being all nice wasn't exactly his nature. He shifted slightly, and it was only the feeling of Eros nuzzling deeper against him that kept him from giving a usual teasing addition, a far too sexual threat to make him tell.

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He pulled away so that he could look Zephyrus in his eyes. "I'm not sure when, or how, but..." No, that isn't how he should tell him. Eros tried to put the words in the proper order. He felt the pain he inflicted on so many. And it sucked, it terrified him, rejection. But then again, he could not see Anteros or Himeros, though his brothers could be invisible. "Zephyrus, I...I like you, okay." His wings fluttered like the winged insects in his chest. "Its like...I got hit with one of my own arrows. I'm not sure when, or how. But for a while now." He bit his lip, "I told you things before I told Psyche. You are one of my closest friends - don't tell Ganymede - and..." He stopped himself, not sure what else to say, and realizing he should pause to give Zephyrus a chance to respond.

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Zephyr didn't do serious well. He never really did, so it was no surprise that he sighed slightly when he heard the tone in his voice. Still, Eros was his friend and obviously it was important to him. So he sat and listened, reluctantly loosening his grip on the other god's waist. Automatically he opened his mouth to tell him that of course I like you too you fucking idiot, we're friends. But evidently Eros had more to say, so he stayed quiet, looking back at him.

One eyebrow rose, but he didn't say anything at first, just eyeing him cautiously. He couldn't remember anyone ever actually feeling anything for him, getting all flustered just to talk to him. Chloris simply liked that gods hit on her, Hyacinth had never felt anything real for him. All at once he suddenly felt guilty for all the times he'd casually called Eros 'love', like it was nothing. Obviously it wasn't just nothing to Eros. Still, had it really been nothing to Zephyr too? He shifted slightly, rising up onto his knees to look back at him. Slowly he pushed Eros onto his back and moved forward to hover over him, leaning down to look him in the eye. "Like I said, Eros." He said slowly, leaning down to kiss him lightly. "You're all I have."

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The kiss made his heart jump. It was more romantic than sexual, their usual kisses. "You're all I've wanted." He admitted. All the demigod children, the sleeping around. Love only wanted one man. One winged man of the westerlies. Everyone else was just fun, but no one made him feel anything but Zephyrus. It was the same with Psyche, and why he never touched another woman.

His arms when around Zephyrus' neck, pulling him closer down to him. "So, what you're saying is..." He didn't know. He shut off his omnipotence of love, not sure he wanted to know. Stupid, having the power to know if another loved him back or not, and left it for them to say themselves. But he panicked, and turned it all off. In that moment, he wasn't the love god, he was just a god in love.

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Zephyr smiled slightly down at Eros, kissing his way lightly down Eros's jawline. He swallowed hard, carefully adjusting his position. He set his hands down above Eros's shoulders and wings, tilting his head a fraction as he stared down at him. "You're all I need." He breathed softly. Zephyr really enjoyed his sleeping around... but Eros would always be his favorite. Not just because sex with a sex god, well, holy shit. But he liked spending time with Eros, he liked seeing him, he liked just sitting with him, listening to him complain, how warm his skin was under Zephyr's fingers, hearing him just talk about, well, anything. He only felt that way about Hyacinth... but that obviously hadn't ended well.

He had to trust that Eros wouldn't mean to hurt him. He expected them to both continue their ways sleeping around, they were happy that way. It was different when he knew, it was better. As much as he wanted Eros he didn't know what he would do if someone else betrayed him. He bit his lip as he stared down at him, swallowing hard. He sighed slightly, kissing the tip o his nose in an oddly chaste, affectionate move. "You talk too much, love." He chastised gently. Still, although he'd said the words dozens of times before, his tone was different this time. It was less of a title and more of simple affection.

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Eros inhaled sharply. love as in 'my love,' his mind race, and with that, he lurched upward and with his arms hooked around Zephyrus, almost aggressively dragged him down to meet his mouth in a rough kiss. You're all I need, Zephyrus had said, and Eros kept replaying those words in his head as he kissed him hard, open-mouthed, with tongue. The pressure of Zephyrus' hands near his rather sensitive wings drove him up the wall. This time, it was different. This time, there was meaning and feelings behind their actions. That alone made Eros hard as hell.

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Zephyr tensed slightly as Eros breathed sharply, suddenly unsure. Had he said the right things? He didn't want to mess anything up for the two of them, or hurt the love god's feelings. But then arms went around him and he had to steady himself to not fall on Eros, opening his mouth to complain cheerfully. Anything he would have said was cut off as Eros kissed him, and he rather quickly found that he certainly didn't want to say anything else. All that mattered was Eros underneath him, kissing him like his life depended on it. Although this was nowhere near the first time he'd done this with Eros, actual emotions everything felt new and different, almost dangerously fragile. If he did the wrong thing, said the wrong words, he knew he could ruin everything. So he just didn't say anything. He relaxed slightly against him as he kissed him back, balancing on one hand to use the other to trace the feather's on the love god's infamous wings.

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Eros pulled away from Zephyrus, his face bright red. The poison of love was gone, no more butterflies. Him holding his breath from the kissing eased his heartbeat to a normal pace - well, as normal as one could be while making out with someone you love - and his body shivered against Zephyrus. He didn't notice how he was grinding against the wind god's groin, eager and needy. Cupid placed kisses and small bites on his neck.

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"You are insatiable." Zephyr mused dryly, chuckling in his ear. His free hand moved up from the wings to run his fingers through Eros's hair gently, looking down at him. "It's a good thing you choose me to love and not one of the boring, committed married ones." He teased, smirking slightly. Still, the glint in his dark eyes was not all just from amusement and he suddenly shifted his hips away from the other, grinning mischievously.

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"Wah?" Eros objected to the sudden disconnection between their crotches. "Why?" He protested, leaning up to bring their bodies back together and kiss Zephyrus. Don't be a tease, don't you like my insatiability? He thought to himself. Eros was not sure, but felt as if the comment about boring, committed married ones was a reference to his wife or unto himself?

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"Because I'm an ass and you're easy to mess with." Zephyr said immediately, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Neither of which are news." He smiled against him, but he frowned slightly at the expression on Eros's face. His free hand loosened from the love god's hair to gently trace his thumb over his cheekbone, Zephyrus sighing softly. "Hey, I'm just fucking with you, alright?" He soothed, looking a bit concerned as he studied him. He leaned down, kissing his nose again even as he settled his hips back over Eros. "I'm not talking about you, Loverboy. You could never be boring." He promised, dark eyes searching his face. He'd seen Eros hundreds, if not thousands of times, even this up close. But it was odd, it felt as though he was truly seeing the other for the first time. And Zephyr was absolutely determined to memorize everything he saw.

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His grip around Zephyrus tightened at that statement and brought his lips up once more to kiss. Eros didn't like getting hung up on every single word he said. But he couldn't help it, love could be so annoying sometimes. He was scared of losing this, even though Zephyr made it obvious that he wasn't going anywhere. He pulled away and let go of the West Wind, beginning to squirm as he desired to sit up. "I don't think doing it here would be wise, shall we go to your place, or mine?" He asked as he squeezed his bulge, very present and visible, given that all he wore were small, skimpy panties. "Because, if you can't obviously see, I want you badly."

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Evidently he'd somehow managed to say the right thing, because he was rewarded with a tightened grip and a kiss, which Zephyr was more than happy to accept as his prize. He even sighed a bit reluctantly as Eros pulled away, withdrawing his hands to sit up in front of him, letting Eros up. He huffed, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, you're the one that was wearing nothing but that across my desk. Did you ever expect it to end any other way than me jumping you right here?" He pointed out, smirking slightly. "Besides, I've done it in the office many times. It's fine. If you'd prefer to go home, though..." He shrugged a shoulder, nodding slightly. "Alright then. Wherever you want. If you can wait that long at least." He smirked as he looked down at him rather pointedly, winking.

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Eros bit his lip, "My place is good, I think I cleaned up. Without Psyche nagging at me to do the laundry or take out the trash, I can get messy at times. Love is too busy to do things like that. If only I had my invisible maids here." He kissed Zephyrus on the cheek, "Oh, and don't worry. I'm a fast flyer, plus, seeing you, this won't go down anytime soon." He stretched out his wings once more, getting ready to fly off, just in case he needed to tidy up before they got down to business, not wanting a unkempt house to turn off Zephyrus. Something in the back of his mind told him to ask what they were exactly, and what Zephyr was willing to be to Eros and what he wanted Eros to be to him, but he pushed it back, to ask after the fun had happened.

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"Up to you." Zephyr shrugged one shoulder, folding his legs as he looked back over at him. "Don't worry. I'll nag you." He teased gently, tilting his head as he studied the other god. "You have to learn to take care of yourself, love." He chuckled, not seeming inclined to move. Logically he knew that he had to let Eros go so they could move to his house and all, but he was curiously reluctant to break contact from him. Absently he laced their fingers together, smirking slightly. "You remember that I am a wind, right? I can beat you there." He pointed out.

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He brought their lanced hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of Zephyrus' hand, "Then I apologize in advance if the place is a bit disorderly. Can't remember how I felt it, haven't been there in days." He said, and blushed at the thought of possible embarrassment. "A race it is!" He delcared before kissing Zephyr hard on his mouth, hoping to stun him(but also because his lips were addictive as heroin, and he would know) before dashing off toward his house on campus. He made sure that rose petals covered the office floor because reasons.

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"It's alright." Zephyr chuckled, thinking back to his own cluttered home. It wasn't exactly messy, but given that half the time he was a literal whirlwind running through as he grabbed stuff he tended to knock stuff over. He smiled back at Eros, not quite getting a chance to kiss him back before the love god was gone. To be honest he didn't really care who won, as evident by his lingering. He picked up the rose that Eros had originally held, smiling faintly as he neatly arranged it at the front of his desk, making a mental note to put it in water later. He could quite literally be as quick as the wind. He was a wind personified after all, as he had stated. So he stretched his wings out, flapping once before he simply vanished, fading to a breeze.

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do you want to be the first one at eros' place or should i post first?

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alright

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Reclining back in his chair, Zephyr had his feet up on the desk, a drink in one hand and a red pen in the other, papers resting precariously on his lap, a notebook underneath the pages for a hard surface. It was his one off period of the day, and he was absently grading papers. He rarely gave assignments - what student wants to write essays on the side effects of sleeping with a hunter? - but he was required to assign so many per semester. Unfortunately for him, he didn't want to grade them any more than students wanted to write them. Luckily he wasn't exactly a harsh grader, simply skimming to make sure they had a basic idea of what was going on. Of course, he didn't retain his focus very well. Usually this was when he'd have a student in his office for a private meeting (wink wink), but he was planning on visiting Eros after this class period was over, and he had that to look forward to. Besides, he'd been putting off grading these papers for far too long.

He sighed slightly as he scribbled down an A on a paper, tossing it onto his desk and using a bit of a breeze to ensure it went where it was supposed to, perfectly landing in his 'Graded' pile. Still, he still had a large stack of papers to go through. Lots of people wanted to take a sex ed class with a hot teacher who had a well known habit of hooking up with his students, plus he knew first hand almost everything he was talking about and wasn't afraid to share. He wasn't what could be called 'shy,' which in this instance only made him a surprisingly good teacher, as he was willing to answer and educate on any and all questions. Sighing slightly, he took a drink from his water bottle, though it most certainly wasn't water inside. Why drink water when he could have something else delightfully alcoholic? With a slight sigh, he let go of the bottle and pen - a breeze holding them in the air - to push the sleeves of his button up up, revealing more of his tattoos. Once he'd settled that, he grabbed his pen again, though he left his bottle hovering, drumming his fingers from that hand against his black jeans instead.

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Hyacinth looked at the paper he had of his schedule and smirked, recalling that one of his classes involved sex ed. He wondered just what kind of god he'd see behind the door. Zeus perhaps? He chuckled at the idea, knowing it'd be one of the wind gods as he knocked on the door. While that romp with Apollo had been fantastic, he was still rather horny so if this sex ed teacher was as sexual as he was hoping, maybe he'd get to have sex more than once today and be satisfied. He was still shirtless, tight leather pants leaving little to the imagination with the rather large bulge in the front. "Hey, I'm new and going around to meet all the teachers, mind if I come in?" he called in casually, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for his answer.

((that was shit I'm sorry))

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Usually Zephyr was put together. He was too blunt to be classified as smooth, but he was always cool and composed. But when he glanced up at the student coming in, a reply already forming on his lips, the water bottle he had hovering promptly dropped to the floor. No, this was not happening. This was not happening. He swallowed hard as he stared at the boy, his entire stance stiffening. Still, he didn't move. The pen stilled across the paper, and he dropped his pen, slowly folding his arms. He waved a hand slightly and the papers and pen in his lap were blown onto his desk in front of him. With that movement his tongue finally thawed out, and he forced himself to reply, "Well, the door was open." He said flatly, eyeing him. It wasn't exactly his usual relaxed wink routine, but he was still too shaken to go with that. Slowly he shifted, pulling his feet off the desk and dropping them to the ground, shifting his seat forward to sit at his desk normally. Given his tattoos and younger appearance he didn't exactly seem very intimidating or authoritative, but he stared at the boy unblinkingly, eyes narrowed.

((nah you're good))

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Hyacinth tipped his head to the side at Zephyr's reaction to him. "That's the second time I've seen that reaction, am I that drop dead gorgeous?" he teased, though he actually sounded concerned. While he hadn't reacted to it since he was focused on getting out of trouble, he had noticed Apollo had had the same type of reaction. "I know the doors open, but that's not always an invitation to barge in." his brow quirked as he sashayed into the office, then flopped on the chair and said, "So seriously, what's with the reaction to seeing me? The Headmaster had the same weird reaction. Is all the staff gonna do this? Cause you're looking at me like you saw a ghost and I don't really care to see that however many times it'll take to meet and greet my other teachers. So what's the lowdown? Why did you and Apollo stare at me like that?"

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"You talked to Apollo?" The words were out before Zephyrus could stop them, and suddenly the wind god looked nervous. He shifted backward in his chair, leaning back away from the demigod. He sighed slightly, running his fingers through his hair. "Of course you did." He muttered under his breath, picking up his pen and starting to absently click it. Did he tell the boy the truth? Gods, where was Eros when Zephyr needed him? "You look like someone we used to know." He said finally, glancing down at his papers. He sighed and opened his laptop, dropping his pen. "Well, I'll check my roster to see if you're in any of my classes. What's your name?" He asked, desperately trying to return to his official capacity. If he could distance himself from the boy it would be safest.

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"Yeah, he called me to his office after that orientation. Supposedly to check on my prior education but I think that was a bullshit excuse." he said with a shrug, eyeing Zephyrus as he spoke. He frowned a bit when he said he looked like someone they used to know. "You guys must not have had a good relationship with the person I look like then, judging from how you reacted." He was good at body language, for the most part, one of the perks of being a stripper involved reading the crowd or the person you were dancing for. "You look like you don't even want me in the office." He crossed his arms over his chest, staring at Zephyrus as he said, "I should be in your class. I signed up under Hyacinth Reynolds and specifically chose it as one of my classes. I just don't know what period or whatever."

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Zephyrus watched Hyacinth almost warily, still leaning back and away in his chair. But he sighed, tilting his head. "It was... complicated. Apollo and I both knew him. If you're taking Eros's class he will recognize you too." He said flatly, shrugging one shoulder. With a slight sigh he sagged back in his chair, running his fingers through his hair again. "I won't sit here and lie to you. I don't want you here. Things didn't exactly end well. He died." He explained dryly, raising one eyebrow. "With the way it all happened I can't say it's bringing back happy memories to be staring at someone who looks exactly like him." He said sarcastically. "Hyacinth." He echoed with a slight snort, shaking his head slowly. "Of course that's your name." Still, he typed it in, scanning his schedule and roster. "Yeah, you're in here. But why? I mean you're strutting into my office like that and you were with Apollo, you obviously don't need any lessons." He spoke of Apollo almost bitterly, shutting his laptop with a shrug.

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Hyacinth frowned when Zephyrus told him why they'd both reacted the way they did. "That's weird...." he murmured. "That sounds kinda like this nightmare I have...." he didn't expect Zephyrus to hear him, but he did recall having nightmares of being with two men he loved (which in and of itself was odd as he swore off loving after what happened.) and he'd always wake up as he died. He frowned when Zephyrus snorted at his name. He knew it wasn't good like his first, but jeez. Oh wait, maybe the guy he looked like also had that as a name...

When Zephyrus questioned why he'd signed up for his class, he shrugged and said, "I work as a stripper for a living. I already know all I need to about sex. But I didn't like any of the other classes so I took this for an easy A." He stood up suddenly, his eyes dark as he looked at Zephyrus and said, "But maybe I'll skip going to the class since you're judging me for who I look like and can't stand my presence. I'm sure I can get the assignments and turn them in by pulling some favors among the students since the sight of me clearly just makes you want nothing to do with me." he sounded hurt as he turned to leave, though he was trying not to show it. He hated being judged before the person knew him, especially if it was just because he looked like someone else.

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"Look, I'm not going to treat you different - well, I am going to treat you differently. I'm not going to grade your stuff harder, but I'm not going to fuck you. I'm not going to hit on you. I'm not going to joke with you. I know you didn't do anything and it's not really your fault, but I can't help it." Zephyr shrugged one shoulder. "Like I told you, things didn't end well. I loved him and he hated me. He's dead and while it's not your fault, I have no desire to spend time with someone identical to him, even named after him." He looked down at his desk, absently twirling the pen in his fingers. "Look, sit back down. We can spend some time together now if that will help you feel better about me. If you want I'll... I can tell you what happened. Whatever."

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"I've been through too much, dealt with too many nightmares, to get to this point. If looking at me is such an issue then you won't have to." Hyacinth said, turning to look at him with sad eyes. "I'm not going to sit here while you play pretend 'to make me feel better' because it wont. I am who I am, not your dead lover. Even if I was reincarnated as him, I'd still be who I am. I don't need to know the details from you anyway, if I really wanted to know I could go read a book. But I know even without reading what happened. I know how you got jealous and angry that he was with Apollo and how you struck him down with the discus they were playing with, how you blamed the other winds for not redirecting it. I have nightmares almost every night, waking up at the death. But none of that matters." When he realized what he'd admitted, that he had nightmares about Hyacinthus dying, he quickly hurried on to bury it, "I'm still not him. I might have the same name and look like him but I'm a different person and I won't spend my time in front of someone who won't see me for me. I bet the others will respect that more than you clearly will." and with that, he stormed out of the office, upset for more reasons than he understood.

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Zephyr sighed slightly. "I'm not going to pretend to make you feel better. Despite what you think of me, what everyone thinks of me, I'm not just an ass. Believe it or not my students are actually important to me. I'm not going to say shit because it makes me feel better about myself, that ship sailed long ago. If I tell you something to make you feel better it's because I actually want you better, got it?" He said dryly. He raised an eyebrow as Hyacinth turned to leave, but he wasn't going to let things go that easily. He rolled his shoulders back slightly, vanishing for a split second and reappearing in front of the demigod, his white wings flared out behind him due to his agitation. "Now. You really don't get it, do you? All of the gods know exactly who you look like, who you remind us of. I'm not the only one uneasy with you. The others are going to see you the way I do: as the original Hyacinth. They're going to treat you like him. Since things didn't end too well with the original Hyacinth and I, I'll do everything I can to separate the two of you in my mind. The others won't care." He swallowed hard and tilted his head, folding his arms.

"Trust me, not everything is in the books. I know, I'm the bad guy in all of them. I'm not going to deny that I killed him, but don't sit there and judge me for what I did without knowing why. Don't act like you're the only one with nightmares about it. Don't let Apollo pull his whole 'oh poor me' card on you." He stepped back and out of his way, absently reaching around behind him and sighing slightly at the feel of the torn fabric where his wings had come through. "I'm not going to stop you from leaving. I'd prefer if you stayed. But don't stand there and get mad at me for judging you quickly when you did the same thing to me. You judged me based on a one-sided story telling." He said flatly, folding his wings in behind him. "If you stay, I don't give a fuck what we talk about. It can be about Hyacinthus or not. Don't care. But don't you dare walk out of here all pissed at me when I gave you full opportunity to get to know me and for me to know you."

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Hyacinth huffed and said, "No, it's you who are mistaken. I'm not judging you based on whatever other people think of you. Based on whatever you did or whatever happened. I believe everyone is just playing with me. If you or anyone else tries to make me feel better, I assume they are doing it for their own benefit. Don't think for a minute you are any better than anyone else to me just because of how other people treat you. You're just another person who either wants to fuck me or hurt me in my eyes until proven otherwise." He lifted a hand to wipe at his eyes, getting rid of the evidence of his crying as he sighed.

"This isn't how I wanted things to go. Hell, I didn't even want to go here." He ran a hand through his hair and bit his lip, looking at Zephyrus' wings curiously. He wanted to touch them. But this was hardly the time for such things. "I never thought you were the bad guy in the books by the way." he added softly, going to sit down. "I always felt sad that you lost someone you loved in a fit of passion." He hesitated, then said, "Look...how about we start over, okay? I really don't want to screw everything up just because of all this craziness with I dont know...reincarnation or whatever is going on that makes me like Hyacinthus to you all. I....lets try this again, alright?" He offered softly, looking up at him, then at his wings.

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"Well I'm not going to lie to you. Usually sex would be the first thing on my mind." Zephyr admitted without hesitation, rolling up his shirt sleeves absently. "But come on, you look exactly like someone who broke my heart. Trust me, I don't want anything sexual from you." He said dryly, raising an eyebrow. Shifting his weight slightly he leaned back against the door frame, watching him casually but listening all the while. "I don't hurt people." He paused and shrugged a shoulder, thinking of Eros before amending his statement, "well, unless they ask me to." But he glanced at Hyacinth, sighing slightly before elaborating. "Look. I'm sure you've been treated just as a plaything to lots. There's quite a few kids like that here, with sexual or attractiveness powers from their parents that draws people to them. But as much of an ass as I am, I don't do that to people. I'm not going to fuck with yours or anyone else's feelings. I'll tell someone how it is and they can take it or leave it." He said bluntly.

"And look, I don't want to be here either." The god snorted slightly, shaking his head. "You really think I want to work for someone who would literally murder me if someone wasn't stopping him?" He sank back in his chair, though stayed leaning forward slightly to not crush his wings. Shrugging a shoulder, he opened one of his desk drawers to pull out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. "I'm only here because someone important to me asked me to be." He admitted, pulling a cigarette out and eyeing it as he put the rest away. Mentally, he was simply calculating if Eros would be put off by the smell on zephyr and how long it would take for it to fade. Enough time to have one before meeting the love god?"Don't sit there and pity me, alright. It's my own fault. I murdered the original Hyacinth, no matter my reasons." He insisted, though his voice caught just slightly. Desperate for anything to change the topic, he watched Hyacinth's gaze and smiled slightly. Leaning forward, he extended a wing out toward him. "You can touch them, if you want. Doesn't bother me. Help us start out fresh, like you want."

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Hyacinth watched Zephyr as he spoke, thinking on his words for a long moment. If he were anyone else, he would not have believed him. As it was, the fact that he was Zephyr, and that he himself looked like a lover who died because of him or however it should be considered, he had reason to trust him...at least about this. He snorted when Zephyr mentioned being a plaything. "If only it had stopped at that..." he mumbled, looking away as his eyes darkened. But he didn't want to think about it for long, so he forced his mind away. "Normally I don't take people at their word....but considering the circumstances....I guess I will about this." he murmured softly.

He glanced up at Zephyr when he mentioned also not wanting to be there and thought about it. He was very rusty in regards to greek mythology other than the story where his name came from. "I'm not....really sure why I'm here..." Hyacinth admitted after a moment. "I mean...I do, but I don't. I came here trying to figure out....s-something about my past that I couldn't figure out...I'm not even sure if it really happened or if I was..." his voice trailed off and he peered up at Zephyr nervously. When he held a wing out for him to touch, he smiled a little and stood, trailing his fingers along his wings. "You know....your wings are....somehow very familiar..." his voice was soft, a gentle smile on his lips as he felt his feathers and the bones and muscle beneath them. His eyes half closed as he tried to capture the feeling, or was it a memory? He wasn't sure.

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Spinning the cigarette around between his fingers, Zephyr looked over at him. "I don't want to lie to my students." He shrugged, "There's someone very important to me in this school. I don't want him to think of me as a liar." Giving in, he flicked the lighter and lit his cigarette, lifting it to inhale. Closing his eyes, he relaxed slightly, dropping his lighter back into his drawer and sliding it shut. Eros would be fine. Besides, they would be doing their best to do things other than discussing smoking habits.

Shifting slightly, he opened his eyes and looked over at Hyacinth when he spoke. The rest of his body, everything except his wing, flinched sharply at the touch, though he quickly settled in. Despite being well known for them, he kept them folded in most of the time. Most of the time it was only Eros that touched them. "My wings are what I'm actually supposed to be known for. It's what I am known for in the stories. In the halls of this school I'm more known for another appendage." He smirked slightly, settling back further in his chair.

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Hyacinth bit his lip, a move normally used to arouse the person he was with, but today was just in response to his thought. "No...I don't think its that...." he stroked one of the feathers under his hand absently and said, "I-it might sound....kinda weird to you....or maybe it won't...but...I-I had something happen...that I couldn't explain when I was.....w-well...." his voice got a little shaky, and his focus was on Zephyr's wing as he said, "When I was....c-caged....I remember trying to escape...a-and I think....I-I grew wings....like these...I don't remember it well...I almost died...but that never left my mind...that I grew wings to escape. It doesn't really make sense though, does it?" he peeked over at Zephyr as he asked, wondering what he thought. He was breaching dangerous territory, in his mind anyway. He never talked about his past to anyone, and yet here he was talking about a moment that had permanently fucked with his mind.

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Under his touch Zephyr's wings twitched, and he sighed slightly. Almost absently his eyes half closed as he did his best to relax, breathing out a cloud of smoke. "Nothing sounds weird to me." He shrugged slightly, leaning back and putting his feet up on his desk, though he kept his wings still. "Depending on their parent, different kids get different powers. If you were put under pressure and afraid, it could have forced the power to manifest as a subconscious defense mechanism." He said simply. "That happens a lot. It just doesn't always end well, since kids usually don't have control of their powers at that point. There are kids who have accidentally killed people, who have panicked and their powers got them injured. There are children of gods such as Himeros and Eros who didn't know what to do and their powers came out and they had to do the only thing they knew how to do to get out of it." He shifted his weight, his wings flexing to reflect his unease but eventually settling. After all, he was a teacher. Despite his fuckboy habits, he wasn't an idiot. "Few here have had it easy, Hyacinth. It makes a lot of sense and you are not alone in a power manifesting and being uncontrolled." He took another drag from his cigarette, closing his eyes with a sigh.

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Hyacinth's brows furrowed at his words, trying to process this. "So...I have....powers? Because one of my parents was like you?" he said slowly, trying to piece it together. He didn't fully understand what was going on, or why he was here but maybe that was why he was allowed in. He had a godly parent apparently. "I feel like this place was poorly explained to me...or maybe I just didn't listen well..." he chuckled nervously and said, "I only listen when I'm doing....other things...usually." He wondered on if he had any powers. From what Zephyr had said, maybe the things that happened.....hmm...this gave him a lot to think on. In an attempt to deter the darker thoughts in his mind, he chuckled and said instead, "Is that why I would get tipped more than the other strippers at the club?" and waggled his ass for emphasis. "Should I assume I have a godly ass then?"

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"They really didn't tell you jack shit, did they?" Zephyr mused, raising an eyebrow. He sighed slightly, shaking his head. "Well, Apollo is really supposed to catch you up. I assume he got to distracted thanks to the whole Hyacinth-ness about you." He glanced over Hyacinth briefly, then shook his head. "I'm sure you do have powers. There's a ton of other kids of love and sex gods here with them. Talk to one. There's a gay porn star here for fuck's sake. You really think he's a child of, I don't fucking know, Demeter?" Snorting slightly, he shook his head. "You're a horny bunch, you kiddos. Great for me, of course." He smirked slightly, exhaling a hint of smoke. With a slight twitch of the fingers, the wind around the smoke shifted, shaping the smoke into a swan before vanishing. "Demi-godly ass, that is. But essentially."