A/N: So this is my not really side story for Aphrodite's Plan, I used some of the character traits I had already set up for these people. So if you want a more detailed description, review, or read my other mythology story and review that. Oh, and another warning: Hermes and Eros are together. Yes, I do know they aren't in the myths, but whatever. This site is about being creative. Thanks!

“Hey Eros, how are you this fine, normal day on Mt. Olympus?” Hermes called out.

“Uh, great?” I looked up from the book I was reading.

“Good!” he smiled and sad down on the grassy hill next to me.

“Uh, Hermes? What’s wrong, you’re unusually cheerful,” I asked.

“Oh, nothings wrong. Say, would you like to join me for a jaunt to earth?” I grinned. That was why he was happy. There was only one thing that Hermes and I ever when to Earth together for.

“I dunno. Didn’t Lord Hades want you to decode some old scroll?” I teased with a straight face.

“Oh come on, please? You know you want to!”

“No, I don’t think I do.”

“Please? We could have a picnic! Or, go abduct someone just for the fun of it! Ooo! Or you could make a few gay porn artists-“

“Fine! Hermes, oh my gods! You dirty little boy! I will not be making gay porn artists!”

“Are you gonna spank me then?” he grinned mischievously. I raised an eyebrow. He leaned in until his mouth was right next to my ear. “Or I could steal some of those magical handcuffs from the MOPD… he trailed off, leaning in and kissing the spot right under my ear softly. My breath hitched and I closed my eyes, praying that he wouldn’t take more advantage of my lack in power at the moment. “I love it when you’re not the one being assertive,” he whispered, dragging his fingernails lightly up and down my arm. I growled at him and grabbed his arm, pinning him to the ground beside me. I attacked his mouth fiercely, holding him down by his shoulders. I dropped my head down to his ear, licking his earlobe before talking.

“You’re my bitch, and don’t you forget it,” I muttered, kissing his neck. “Not the other way around.” He moaned softly and stretched up his neck, trying in vain to reach my lips again. “I don’t kiss naughty boys,” I grinned at him, knowing I would pay later.

“Oh don’t you?” he muttered huskily. He turned his head and started kissing one of my wrists, licking and nipping until I loosened my grip on his shoulder.

“Fuck you,” I whispered as I leaned over him again, slipping my tongue through his grinning mouth. He kissed me back eagerly, wrapping his arms around me fully and pulling me closer

“Oh I know you will,” he murmured against my lips. I kissed him again, softly this time and pulled back, lying on my back beside him. I turned so that I could face him while lying on my side. I picked up a piece of his shoulder length straight brown hair and twirled it in between my fingers.

“Thinking how soft it will feel later when I’m screaming your name?” he asked in a low, teasing voice.

“Oh you know it,” I replied, grabbing a fistful of his hair and kissing him painfully. “My bitch,” I whispered, laying down again.

“Well aren’t you possessive. I like this new, dominant side of you.” I could see him leaning closer. “Like you can’t lose control.” I could now feel his breath on my cheek and neck. “Like you have to fight to protect me.” I could feel his lips ghost across my jaw. “Like you have to fight to protect your Hermes rights.” He nibbled my earlobe. “Like someone might one day spirit me off.” I let my head fall backwards as he kissed my neck full on now, licking every so often, until he reached the base of my neck where he had two choices, shirt, or shoulder? He pushed the neck of my shirt aside, kissing my shoulder. I gasped as he bit me, just hard enough to not draw ichor.

“Fucking animal,” I gasped out, scowling when he laughed at me. Suddenly he jumped up, shook his head and made all his hair lie in place again and then grinned brightly at me.

“So, wanna join me for a jaunt to earth?” he laughed at my expression.

“Now?” I asked, slightly exasperated. It was tiring trying to keep up with him.

“Sure! I’m ready. All our stuff is already at that cabin in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear you scream,” he said.

“Fine, let’s go!” I said as I too jumped up. I grabbed the book I had been reading before Hermes came along.

“What book?”

“Guess,” I grinned as I snapped my fingers, making the book disappear and reappear in my room in my temple on Mt. Olympus.

“No fair! Well, you’ll cave later. I’ll make sure of that,” he grinned maliciously. I shivered.

“Oh dear Zeus. Should I be prepared to visit Lord Hades again?” I asked, half joking half serious. Hermes smiled again, a lazy yet insanely attractive smile.

“Maybe, depends on how long you’ll last under the circumstances.” I shuddered. To anyone walking by that would seem like something a kidnapper would say to their victim, but if you looked deeper… Hermes grabbed my arm and closed his eyes, muttering in ancient Greek and suddenly I felt a snapping, like someone was flicking wet towels on every inch on my body and then I looked around. We were in a forest, through the trees I could see a little town.

“At least we didn’t land on a tree this time,” I joked as we walked deeper into the forest.

“Hey! That wasn’t all my fault! You were standing to close! And I was already slightly hard! So technically it was your fault.”

“Too bad you aren’t more accurate. It’s a shame we have to walk this far just to start all over again.”

“Hey, do you want to land on the endless Russian Planes, love boy? ‘Cause I can arrange that!” I rolled my eyes and slung my arm over his shoulder.

“Even the TARDIS is more accurate than you, and she’s not even real!” I complained.

“What’s a TARDIS?” Hermes asked, looking slightly hurt that he was insulted and he didn’t know how.

“It’s in a British TV show called Doctor Who,” I answered.

“What’s British?” he asked.

“Uh, it’s a place. That people travel to a lot, Mr. Journeyman,” I laughed and bumped his hip with mine.

“Hey, don’t be mean to me! I don’t have to be here!” he protested.

“Oh really?” I whispered. Before he could react I pushed him up against a tree, kissing him roughly. He was shocked for a minute, but soon kissed me back with just as much passion, pushing me off him and into a tree behind me. His lips drifted from my mouth to my jaw, and from my jaw to my neck. He sucked and licked his was to the base of my neck, but instead of pushing my shirt to the side so he could kiss my shoulder, he grasped the hem and pulled it over my head and tossed it aside. He trailed his fingers lightly over my chest, making me very angry that it wasn’t his lips sending tingles down my spine. Soon his lips followed, kissing their way down until they reached my bellybutton, then he dragged his tongue back up to my neck. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back up, kissing him impatiently. I pulled back, a seductive smile on my face.

“Do you still want to leave?” I asked.

“Fuck you! What am I supposed to do with this?” he gasped at me and gestured to his jeans. He grabbed my arm and closed his eyes.

“Oh no! We’re so close, we can just walk the rest of the way!” I exclaimed.

“Trust me,” he said and gave me a soft kiss. “I know what I’m doing.” He pulled me closer and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in tight. In the blink of an eye, we were at the little cottage in the middle of the forest. He grabbed the door handle and yanked me inside, pressing me up against the wood door. He kissed my neck, my face, my chest, anywhere he could reach. I felt my self loosing control so I pushed him back, enough to get us stumbling towards the bed. The backs of my knees hit the edge of the bed and buckled, sending me tumbling down, with Hermes on top of me.

“So does this make me dominant tonight?” he laughed at our position. I growled and flipped us over, straddling him with my knees on either side of his hips. I kissed him hungrily and without mercy, leaving him breathless as I unbuttoned his black shirt slowly, making sure my fingers just barley skimmed over his chest.

“Oh fuck you!” he muttered, noticing that I was only halfway down his chest and he was straining painfully at his jeans. I smiled and kissed him, shutting him up and unbuttoning the rest of his shirt swiftly, pulling him up by his shoulders so he could shrug out of it. I kissed his shoulder and bit it, drinking the tiny amounts of ichor dripping from the wound. He gasped and threw his head back, shuddering as I kissed my way down his perfect torso. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling them off roughly, then repeating the process with his boxers.

The rest of the night was spent in much the same fashion, cries of pleasure and moans of pain could be heard, but there was no one but the two gods to hear each other. They slept late that morning. Well, one of them did…

“What? What are you doing, Hermes?” I asked groggily as I became aware of a presence sitting on me. I tried to rub my eyes but I couldn’t move my arms. I looked at the boy grinning at me from my lap. Then I realized he was naked. Of course, so was I. Oh wonderful.

“You kept squeezing me last night. Besides, you never would have let me pour chocolate syrup on you if you weren’t tied up!” he grinned.

“Oh no,” I whispered, looking in horror at the little can sitting in his hand. “No, you wouldn’t!”

“Oh, wouldn’t I?” he grinned maliciously.

“You bastard!” I choked out before he poured some of the chocolate in my mouth. He grinned while I gave him death glares and tried to get the chocolate out of my mouth without enjoying it. Because I love chocolate every time except for when Hermes pours it on me. He dipped two of his fingers in the chocolately goodness and started drawing patterns on my stomach.

“Hermes! That tickles!” I giggled as he lapped up what he had drawn. He raised an eyebrow. Oops. That was a rule, never speak while being eaten on. Which was kind of a weird rule, but whatever. Just as long as the punishment isn’t too harsh. Hermes set the can down on the floor next to the bed and lowered himself over me, aligning our bodies, hips over hips, arms where arms would have been if they weren’t tied up. He lowered his head until I could feel his chocolaty breath hitting my slightly parted lips.

“Did you just interrupt me, Eros?” his voice was deliciously low and husky, and very, very chocolaty. I think he saw the fear in my eyes of just how he was going to punish me this time. He grinned. “Worried?” he asked, his eyes laughing. I swallowed and shook my head slightly. He moved his head down until his cheek was brushing mine and he could have eaten my ear. “Liar.” I gasped at the word, he was so close and his breath was hitting my ear… I strained against the bonds on my wrists. He laughed softly and casually let his hand drift down to brush my erm, growing problem. I strained harder to pull free of whatever tied me down. I looked up slightly to see what they were.

“Where did you find ropes?”

“It’s amazing what you can find in a woodcutter’s cottage,” he murmured against my neck. I shuddered involuntarily as I felt his lips drifting back to my chest. He grabbed the can of chocolate again and I resigned myself to this chocolaty torture.

“Eros! Where have you been? I’ve been worried sick about you!” my mother cried out in a high pitched wail specially made to make everyone on Mt. Olympus hear.

Chocolate mornings in a woodcutter’s cottage.

“I was visiting Earth with Hermes,” I said simply, choosing to stick with a half truth. No one needed to know exactly why we were down there.

“And what exactly were you doing on Earth?” she asked in a cold voice.

Each other.

“Uh,visiting?” I offered, trying for sarcastic.

“Don’t you give me lip young man! Don’t make me send you to your temple!” she screeched. I rolled my eyes and stalked off to find a grassy hill to finish the book I was reading.

No sooner had I sat down and immersed myself in the book than I felt strong arms wrap around mine, pinning them to my sides. He kissed my neck right where it meets my shoulder and murmured something against my skin.

“Hmm?” I asked.

“What book?” he asked softly. I inhaled sharply when I felt his hands slip under my shirt. He stroked my abs, pressing soft fleeting kisses all along my neck and shoulder.

“Encyclopedia Britanica,” the side of my brain that lied said.

“Liar,” he nibbled my ear.

“Webster’s Dictionary.” He bit down on my shoulder, getting a gasp out of me.

“The Count of Monte Cristo,” I finally ground out, trying in vain to elbow him in the gut. I couldn’t see him, but I could feel the smirk against my skin.

“I knew you’d cave. No one can resist my charm!” I leaned over and kissed him hard, sending him falling backwards. “Wha-?” I cut him off, launching myself at him. I kissed him relentlessly, harder and harder until I knew he’d have slight bruises on his lips tomorrow. I moved then to his neck, determined to leave my mark on his neck and shoulders. Finally about a half hour later I pulled back.

“Does it really matter what book I was reading?” I murmured, my hands still knotted in his hair. The entire time he had never had an advantage. He panted under me, not moving. “Hermes? Does it matter?” Finally he was able to shake his head slightly. “Good. Now remember: you’re my bitch! I gave you those marks that won’t fade for a few days, I was the one in your bed a few days ago, I will be the one fucking you until you can’t remember your name, the only one that will matter will be mine. Do you understand?” I whispered, playing with his hair. When he didn’t answer I grabbed him by his hair and pulled him in for another soft kiss. “You’re my bitch, and don’t you forget it.” With that I grabbed my book and stood up, walking back to my temple to finish the last 20 pages.