Arcadian Forest Party

[askmenosecrets]

This was more work that he usually bothered to put in, Pan thought, especially here, at home, but everything was set.




At first glance, it appeared to be a forest clearing, beautiful and wild but nothing different than a hundred other clearings spread throughout the woods of the Arcadian mountains. But when you looked again, Pan thought, you saw something quite different. Hidden in the trees were a series of structures suspended in air, hung with ivy and dew, and through the mist-shrouded branches you could see the faint glow of light, and you could smell the scent of fire and food. There was the fire pit, a circle suspended in the arms of a large oak with a crackling golden fire, a roast, and bowls of marshmallows, chocolate and crackers waiting. There was the bar, stocked with a rich variety of wines and alcohols and staffed by two of the satyrs. And then there was the forest floor itself, bare now, but waiting for the dancing. On all sides of the floor, there were cushions on the low branches and benches of fallen logs, each accompanied with wooden buckets full of wine and beer bottles and glassed suspended with vine.

"Well," he said to Zaffre, currently wrapped around his neck, "I think we're ready." Pan flicked a leaf off his forest green turtleneck and looked around with approval before pausing. "We're almost ready," he corrected, and pulled his pan flute up to his lips.

The forest filled with music as he played, music that began as the mystical songs of the flute, but transformed as he let the instrument fall to his side - transformed into thrumming, sensual rhythms and intricate guitars that would encourage the party-goers to...well, Pan thought with a sharp grin, to be bad. Very bad.

"Let the games begin," Pan said.

[Notes: Everyone in fortuna_invicta is invited, the more the merrier in Pan's opinion. If anyone needs directions to the right section of the forest, let Pan know on the SWS post. Mingle! Get drunk! Stuff your face! Find a secluded tree and do naughty things! Pan approves highly of all these pursuits. Format = narrative third person, if you please!]

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[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

Eros beamed. "Will you? You're such a doll, Discord-and-Strife. Don't worry," he added, putting a finger to his lips. "It'll be our little secret." And he winked as he sipped his drink.

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

“Thank you.” She smiled at him, and took another bite. “The only downside to s’mores is how messy they can be.” Nemesis wiped graham cracker crumbs from her lap for emphasis. “They’re worth it, though.”

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan grinned against Ganymede's neck and slid a second finger inside, scissoring them as he licked his tongue across the nape. "Tell me what you want," he purred as he pressed his fingers inside and stroked. "The words, Ganymede."

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

Apollo had to chuckle at the other's reticence. "My dear one, I do believe we could amuse ourselves the night long in this very spot and no one would give us a second glance, our host least of all." No, the god of pandemonium would probably cheer them on, Apollo thought with a smirk.

But nevertheless, he took a slow step back, reluctantly releasing his new-found love and resumed his former seat. The satyrs behind the counter knew far better than to remark or even glance in the deity's direction, least of all his young companion.

"Presumptuous?" Apollo echoed with a soft smile. "How so? If I may, Hyacinthe, know that I consider you quite reserved, given what I know of thee." And yes, that was a naughty twinkle sparkling deep within spring green eyes.

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"It's downright relaxing," Pan said with a grin. "Usually the goal is within eight hours, you understand, but I wouldn't want to push you that hard the first time."

[madethenight.livejournal.com]

Nyx smiled her agreement. "That is quite true, yes. Although I have noticed a few of them seeming to grasp the concept. ...albeit a bit unwillingly, but it seems that change is possible, even for a staid group as those populating Olympus."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"Honestly, I wasn't expecting them to be the biggest draw," Pan said as he finished his. "But I could have just made one big fire pit with buckets of chocolate and marshmallows, and this party would have been as successful." He paused, looking around. "Especially with Cousin Eros and Freya out in force."

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

Eros' smile turns speculative as he moves to sit beside Morpheus and listens to him speak. His voice always turns deeper when he speaks of his work, the dreams he weaves for mortal and immortal alike. It sends a shiver down the love god's spine and he's almost sorry he hadn't chosen his newer female form tonight.

"Your admiration for your brothers' crafts does you credit, Dreamer," he murmurs as he watches the leaping flames.

[lovedoftwogods.livejournal.com]

Hyacinthe smiled sheepishly.

"I have grown careful in our time apart." He said. "Wary of all things and subject to mortal standards." He took his own seat again, fidgeting with his glass. "Believe me, I long for the days when I could run naked in the fields and lay with you in the long grass without shame or fear."

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"That's very considerate of you," Selene countered, matching his grin as best she could. "Perhaps a few one on one tutoring sessions would be best before... throwing me into one of your parties."

[the_cupbearer]

"I want your cock in me," he whispers harshly. "I want you fuck me, Pan..."

His head bent forward as Ganymede felt a tongue on his neck, warm words blowing over the damp flesh as the god moved and spoke. He did want it, and he'd take it however it came, hard and rough and against a tree if that was how Pan wanted to give it. "Make me scream."

Clearly he's gotten less submissive in the time living as a mortal.

[bringsthelight.livejournal.com]

"Come back with me," Apollo invited immediately. "To the island. It is far from Olympus and quite secluded. No one dares trespass there."

Again, he reached forth and captured one of Hyacinthe's hands, bringing it to his lips to press a gentle kiss on his knuckles, nuzzling into the boy's palm. "I wish to keep you for myself, for I am selfish, belovèd, and would be the only recipient of your sweet touch."

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan smiled and caught her hand, raising it to his lips and pressing a kiss to her palm. "Darling," he said. "Whatever lessons you feel you need, I'm more than happy to provide."

[lovedoftwogods.livejournal.com]

Hyacinthe's eyes widened and he almost pulled his hand from Apollo's, though the kisses made him ache terribly for his god.

"A-are you sure?" He asked. He feared Apollo's asking was motivated by obligation or guilt and he could not impose so selfishly upon the god he loved. But he wanted it so badly, to run away from everything and go back to living as if nothing had changed.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"Hmmm?" He glances over at Eros as if he'd been lost in thought, which to be quite honest he had been. "My father...he taught us well. He may not have been the most exciting of gods obviously, as he spends most millennia napping but when we were born, he taught us and let us mold our own definition of how to heal a mortal's mind through the presence of dreams or prophecies even. When he divided the duties and gave me the title of King no one questioned it. I'm not quite sure why other then we had been doing the same dance for hundreds of years and all those in my realm knew it was hardly going to change because I was the one who got called to meetings."

Morpheus is proud of his family and his voice keeps that low, proud tone as he speaks of his father with utmost respect and a hint of amusement.

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

“Well, I suppose, just like with mortals, growing up is inevitable, no matter how much you refuse to do so.” Nemesis smiled, too. “It’s just a very, very gradual process.”

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan's grin flashed and he slid his fingers free. "As you wish, Ganymede," he whispered, and he dropped his jeans before slipping his fingers into Ganymede's sleek hair and pulling his head back. "My name," he said in a sharp hiss. "I want to hear it."

And then he thrust inside, rough and hard, the sharp movement of his hips pushing Ganymede flush against the tree.

[moonlitselene.livejournal.com]

"As charming as ever," Selene murmured, her breath catching in her throat at the gesture. "I believe I just needed to be reminded of how much I missed your company."

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"Isn't it just dear? But I am used to it." He waved a hand of dismissal and sighed as he leaned further into the cushion he was perched upon.

[avenginggoddess.livejournal.com]

“Never underestimate the simpler pleasures in life.” Nemesis laughed. S’mores definitely were one of the more simple things in life, especially when you were a god. “Eros and Freya? Really?”

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

Pan looked up through his lashes and smiled as his tongue touched her skin. "I missed yours as well," he said as he straightened again. "Perhaps I should plan for a long visit to New York?"

[the_cupbearer]

The combination of his head being jerked back and being entered so roughly makes his voice rise unexpectedly in volume and pitch as he yells Pan's name, fingers already curling against the bark of the tree, trying to find a piece to anchor to.

"Fuck, Pan," he moans, unable to quite keep still even after all these years; he's just too sensitive to the hormones that rush through his system, flooding his brain with pleasure. "Is it...me or have you gotten--anh--bigger?"

[panikondeima.livejournal.com]

"They sent the party into a towering rage of lust," Pan said dryly. "Not that I'm complaining. I mean, really, if it didn't turn into an orgy, I would have wondered what I did wrong."

[lovessweetbait.livejournal.com]

Eros smiles and leans into the other god for a moment. "Meetings, hmm? Perhaps you're simply the most adept at bureaucracy?" he asks, eyes dancing playfully.

"You are always so serious," he adds, reaching up to run a finger down the edge of Morpheus' jaw.

[he-who-shapesus.livejournal.com]

"Or perhaps because I looked best in a suit." Morpheus watches Eros' finger with mild interest as he summons one of the Satyrs to get him a glass of wine. "It comes with the territory."