to Link
Apollo tried not to be annoyed with Ares' new found interest. The freakish red-head was at least a pureblood. He could not say the same for Link. And Apollo found himself thinking about him all the time. When Ares was at class or whenever he had the room to himself, sometimes he would indulge in elaborate fantasy all leading the same place: small quiet whimpers as he came into his own hand. At least he could pretend he was just using Link's pretty features as fodder rather than really developing feelings for him.
The dance was coming up rapidly and Apollo was having increasing difficulty with the idea of humiliating the boy. Today he'd arranged to go shopping with Link, for proper formal robes. His own were getting too small and he insisted that he be able to veto anything Link planned to wear. He wouldn't be seen with someone poorly dressed.
Showing up at his door, he didn't knock, but walked right into his room.
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