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Characters: Dionysus and Melpomene
Date/Time: Morning of May 1st.
Location: A room in L'Hotel de Jeu Ancien
Rating: R at least.
Warnings: Severe profanity, nudity, possible violence
Summary: Mortal enemies must work together or die trying.



He'd gone to sleep much as usual--naked, on a couch, one arm around a half-empty bottle, and the other arm around a virtual stranger. As he drifted awake, however, he started to notice unfamiliar sensations that weren't there the night before. The fact that he was lying in a bed instead of a couch, for one. And the metal bracelet around his wrist, that was a new one from the night before as well.
Sitting up, he took a look around the room. Dim light was coming through the curtained windows, revealing a room shabbily decorated in an out-of-date style, as if someone had sealed up the room a hundred years ago and left it untouched ever since. Hang on, he thought to himself, this looks just like--

Oh, fuck.

He forced himself to turn his head, look down at his wrist, and follow the chain to its end. He recognized the face of the woman next to him just as she opened her own eyes.

"Ω, σκατά ζωή μου," he blurted out.

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Her urgent motions atop him were serving to draw his own climax closer, despite his attempts to restrain it. And from the way things were feeling, it was going to be something earth-shattering.

He hoped briefly it wouldn't be body-shattering as well, but the thought got swept away in the moment.