museboxofmuses | Obligatory College AU

Obligatory College AU

Prometheus groaned loud enough to wake the dead as he sprawled dramatically over the living room's sofa, his students' papers slipping out of his hand to scatter all over the carpet. Scrawled over the papers were a lot of red pen, and Prometheus's notoriously shit handwriting that was incomprehensible to all (including Prometheus himself).

His freshmen students were going to be the death of him.

"Not a single pass..." he grumbled, idly scratching at his bare stomach. It was a hot, summery weekend, so he was dressed accordingly (shorts and crop top obviously), but instead of getting to sun outside or do anything else fun, he had been stuck marking his students' papers for an unofficial 'end of term' test in preparation for their exams.

The freshmen did abysmally. Then again, they always did, but he always had at least one pass! Not this time! Ugh, the admins were going to start crawling up his ass again over this. They always did whenever more than 50% of his classes started failing, which was, uh, every term, really.

Prometheus pouted. It wasn't his fault that the students didn't understand basic and simple concepts!

He rolled onto his stomach, his arm dangling over the edge of the sofa, and morosely swatted at one of the papers littering the carpet. It wasn't just the admins, though. Hades was going to get on his case about this too. For some reason (Prometheus was blaming the admins), he started actually caring about how Prometheus taught his classes (probably because some of his students were under Prometheus's care, and they were a bunch of whiners who kept complaining about him to Hades). He'll be disappointed in him. Hades being disappointed in him was Awful.

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Hades let himself smile just slightly. Had he finally realized what a pain he had being? He didn’t care that Prometheus was unenthusiastic, he’d just have to grin and bear it. Hades finally released the tension in his shoulders and dramatically slumped over onto his side.

“It’s... well, I forgive you, of course. If you do what I ask of you. Also if you go fetch me the bottle of wine from the kitchen,” Hades kicked off his dress shoes and untucked his shirt from his trousers. He looked very good for his age; he took good care of himself and it showed. Even if he had begun to grey.

Hades pulled one of their many blankets off the back of the couch and pulled it over himself in spite of the heat. “And what’s for dinner?”

Prometheus relaxed. All easy things to achieve for Hades's forgiveness.

He watched his boyfriend slump over, kicking off his shoes and untucking his shirt - he really did like him dressed all smartly, but this was equally enticing in a different way. Prometheus had to stifle an urge to crawl onto his boyfriend's lap and fuss for attention, biting his bottom lip briefly. Hades would probably indulge him, but best not push his luck after oh so narrowly avoiding getting stuck in the doghouse.

"I've got some bourguignon in the slow cooker," Prometheus said, pushing himself up from the sofa. He needed to grab that wine, "It's got about another hour or two left before it's done."

He glanced down at Hades, unable to resist playfully tugging at one of his boyfriend's grey lock of hairs, "You just relax, babe. I'll be right back with your wine."

With that, he quickly scurried to the kitchen, pausing at the slow cooker long enough to check on said meal before grabbing one of Hades's favourite wines and two glasses. He returned to the living room, and like a good, perfect, amazing boyfriend, uncorked the wine and poured it out, before handing the glass over to Hades.

“Mm...This is why I keep you around, you know?” he said playfully as Prometheus told him what was on the menu.

Hades took a breath, finally letting himself relax. He could see the way through, and that was what he found most important. Hades picked up the remote and turned on the air conditioner. He undressed further under the blanket as Prometheus went into the kitchen. By the time Prometheus came back, his shirt was open, and his thin tank top was undershirt clinging to his skin with sweat. He left his suspenders on. He raised his golden eyes to Prometheus when he returned.

He took the full wine glass and brought it to his face, giving it a sniff before sipping it. “So we have an hour to kill?” Hades finally allowed himself to absorb Prometheus’ appearance in its entirety. The crop top... the shorts. He was a sucker for it. “Lucky you, you have options. Either you can entertain me before dinner... or we can read over Lahabrea’s test questions. Both will happen tonight, but I’m generous enough to let you pick the order.”

Prometheus felt goosebumps prickle over his skin from the air conditioning - and from something else, when he glimpsed how much Hades had undressed under his blanket. He hooked a thumb into the waistband of his shorts (the form-fitting ones that said NASTY along the ass, incidentally), idly pushing it down a fraction enough that the jut of his hip bone peeked into view.

"Oh? I get to pick? That's really generous of you," Prometheus purred, his gaze heavy-lidded as he slowly started to smile. It was pretty obvious what his decision was going to be.

"I think I'll entertain you, babe," he said, stepping close enough that he could rest one knee on the edge of the sofa next to Hades's thigh, just one move away from straddling his lap. This was more like what he'd been hoping for when Hades came home, and he barely managed to contain himself as he leaned in that little more, almost looking like a dog overeager to please its master, metaphorical tail wagging.

Hades decided that he would allow himself to enjoy this for a time. He had trouble resisting Prometheus, which is how they got together anyway. It was inappropriate then, and it was inappropriate now. At least Hades tried to keep it that way. “As long as you don’t make me spill my drink,” he said with a wicket smile. His crows feet crinkled as he took a sip, letting his eyes fall over Prometheus’ form.

“Hmm, have you been working out?” He asked facetiously. Of course Prometheus worked out. He was the jockiest scientist he’d ever met. Hades spread his legs a bit without thinking about it, giving his burgeoning erection some room.

“So...” he purred. “What will tonight’s entertainment be?” He didn’t bother to move the blanket yet. He was too comfy. May as well replace the sensation in a one in, one out in sort of way.

Prometheus couldn't help but giggle a little at the working out comment. Of course he'd been working out... but Hades always trotted out that line when he got in a flirty mood, much to Prometheus's delight. Which meant...

"Mm, let's see. What can we do...?" he hummed, his gaze lowering to Hades's crotch. He had several ideas, but maybe Prometheus could spoil Hades a little, before demanding to be fussed over. Hades always fussed over him whenever he asked, so Prometheus could afford to be a little patient this time.

He eased back, removing his knee from the edge of the sofa to kneel down in front of Hades instead. He rested his hands on the inside of Hades's knees, slowly sliding them up until he was toying with the hem of his trousers, where they were unzipped and splayed open, almost framing his boyfriend's growing erection.

He leaned forwards as he pushed up the hem of Hades's tank top, enough to nuzzle at his stomach. He purred, dipping lower, following the beginnings of his happy trail right down to the waistband of his underwear before pressing his face close to his boyfriend's groin, inhaling his scent. Good, perfect.

Hades drew an audible breath through his nose as Prometheus pressed his face against his clothed cock. God, what a good sight. He couldn’t help but get a rush from it, his cock responding in kind. Hades was a fairly blessed man... he had smarts, good taste, good looks, and a sizable and shapely cock.

Hades gently bucked his hips, tempted to unclasp his suspenders— but wanting to draw it out some more. After such a long, hot day, Hades’ natural musk was apparent. But it smelled incredible— it was as if the fabled human pheromone existed for him. The smell was strong and hypnotizing, he found.

Hades ran his hand through Prometheus’ hair, grabbing it gently to let him know just how aroused he was. This was one of the many reasons Hades never stayed mad. His other hand held his glass of wine and he just continued to drink it, thinking.

“If you’re still debating it, I have a couple ideas.” Hades’ cock twitched.

Prometheus let out a soft, obscene noise when Hades gently grabbed his hair, his pulse jumping in excitement. He mindlessly nuzzled and mouthed at his boyfriend's clothed cock, feeling his own stiffen in response. He just about stifled the urge to palm himself. Gotta be patient for a bit...

He swore Hades's scent fucking hypnotised him or something. It drove him wild, made him a panting, pliable thing that would've made him embarrassed if he had any shame (he didn't). His fingers curled into the loose waistband of Hades's trousers, mindlessly tugging even though the suspenders held them firmly in place.

Prometheus truly was blessed, to have a guy like Hades. It was like the guy was born for him, or something...

"Mmnn? Ideas like what...?" he asked breathlessly, his voice slightly muffled against Hades's crotch as he successfully located where the head kind of was underneath the fabric of his underwear. He pressed his lips there, a teasingly light pressure.

“Mm, isn’t it obvious? You should suck me off properly,” but Hades made no move to displace his clothes. The wait was tantalizing, after all. His underwear darkened as his precome soaked into the fabric. The light pressure of Prometheus’ lips and his beautiful face between his legs made the roiling heat in his belly throb.

Hades, too, felt that Prometheus was made for him. Easily bored, Hades often checked out of relationships that were too straightforward. His therapist pointed this out, but Hades decided that giving in to his impulses was simpler than trying to untangle his psyche. For him, there was no good without bad; no happiness without anger. Hades gripped Prometheus’ jaw to stare at him lovingly.

“You beautiful man; I love you. Unclasp my suspenders before I make a mess of myself just looking at you,” his voice was entirely unselfconscious in spite of the content of his pleas. Also he refused to set his wine glass down until it was finished... and chugging was uncouth.

Prometheus couldn't help but lick at the damp spot growing at the front of Hades's underwear, not even bothering to fight down his smile when he was gently pulled away by firm fingers gripping his jaw. Hades was looking down at him like that, all hungry adoration and affection that made him want to melt.

He loved being wanted. He loved being loved. He loved being pampered and complimented and praised... he even loved being challenged and pushed and contradicted, and Hades expertly toed the thin line between those contrary desires of his. Hades brought the stick earlier, to try to make him better, and now here came the carrot...

"But, what if I want you to make a mess just by looking at me?" he asked with a sultry kind of mischief, even as his fingers started to unclasp the suspenders. The trousers were kind of getting in the way, so they had to go.

But, hm, making Hades come with minimal physical interaction, to entice him that much by visual stimulation alone... Prometheus wondered if he could do it. Probably, if he was patient enough. Unfortunately, he was notoriously impatient, especially in these things.

The suspenders clicked undone, and he hooked his fingers into the waistband of Hades's underwear, thumbing the first few curls of his pubic hair peeking over the hem.

“Cute, but I’m the one in control here,” he said, even as Prometheus was undressing him. Hades glanced down. Was it this year he’d begun to sprout a few greys, even down there? At least Prometheus didn’t seem to mind. He kept everything meticulously groomed, even trimming his pubic hairs every week to just the right length. “And I already decided that I want to come in your mouth,” he combed his fingers through Prometheus’ hair, unable to stifle a grin.

“Get to it then, hmm?” He lifted a leg, placing his dress shoed foot on the coffee table. He certainly made himself comfortable with his ass in the corner of the seat, his arms around the rest and back of the couch.

They’d met, curiously, at a time that no one else would have thought to try to date Prometheus. Usually you bail your boyfriend out of jail, but you don’t use that as a pick up scenario... not that Hades’ purpose was so insidious as that. But he had gained his interest in a way that no one had before. ...It might have ruined things with his ex. Whatever.

"Yes, master," Prometheus drawled a little sarcastically, because he was very bad at playing completely pliable, but he was smiling as he tugged Hades's trousers and underwear down just enough for his cock to spring free.

It tapped against his cheek, and he immediately leaned back, idly stroking his fingers over the length like it was his first time admiring it. As always, Hades looked lovely, and the grey in his pubes was more enticing than anything. Hades made going grey look sexy... even if Prometheus had a feeling he was the cause of said grey hairs half the time.

Then again, what did Hades expect, picking up a public menace at the local jail? As stressful and aggravating as he found Prometheus sometimes, he had a feeling that that was what drew Hades to him. He always kept him on his toes.

Finally, he leaned back in and took Hades into his mouth, his hand grasping his cock's base. He decided to go slow, just because, well, he wanted to be a little teasing, and he wanted Hades to demand him to be more aggressive. So, he lightly bobbed his head, slow, careful, his hand stroking what he didn't fit into his mouth in time with his bobbing.

Honestly, without Prometheus, he stressed himself out enough as it was. But Hades groaned low and soft as he watched the most beautiful man he had ever met bob between his legs. It was beyond erotic, it was a near religious sight for him. If only he could do something about those stupid “shirts” he wore. ...And the pace. He adjusted almost immediately and found himself placing a hand back into his hair.

“Prometheus,” he prompted, pushing his hair out of his face. “Properly,” he said, tangling his hand in his hair to drag him up and down the length of his cock more quickly. Not too far or hard, of course. He was domineering in bed, not mean.

The night they’d met was certainly interesting. Prometheus, having just been allowed to change back into his civilian clothes from the jumpsuit and being led to the front of the office where Hades stood. Perhaps he would look vaguely familiar— he was an acquaintance to the man who had had enough of Prometheus and rounded the cops up to remove him.

Prometheus's pulse jumped when Hades forced a faster pace, a shiver trembling through him as anticipation rolled through him. He played it up a little, letting out a soft, tiny obscene noise as Hades's pulled his hair and forced his head to bob faster - not deeper, though. Prometheus decided to wait a bit for that.

His free hand dropped down to palm himself through his shorts, his hips clumsily rocking into the touch, too distracted by Hades's cock in his mouth to set up a real rhythm. Amazing how hard he was already, the front of his shorts a little damp from precum as he began to pant and moan around Hades's cock. Oh, this was fantastic. This was good. He could probably come from this alone, if Hades let him, just, sucking him off hard and fast, dry-humping against his own hand with his boyfriend's scent driving him into a lustful daze. He was utterly shameless in expressing that desire with very obscene, unrestrained noises.

That night when Prometheus met Hades - he'd been shameless then. Still a little drunk and wobbly, as well as sporting an impressive black eye from where he'd resisted his initial arrest, he probably didn't look like much when he was dragged out of his jail cell to meet his bailer.

Honestly, Prometheus had expected Hythlodaeus. He normally bailed him if he felt kind enough, though he tended to be sassy and exasperated with him for it. Instead, a vaguely familiar man with a handsome face Prometheus felt he should remember was waiting for him, and Prometheus, with no brain to mouth filter and cocky from far too much alcohol in his system, crowed; "Oh, wow, who's this handsome devil bailing me out? My new sugar daddy?"

Like I said, no shame.

Hades glanced down at Prometheus. Even from this angle he could tell what he was doing and toyed with both options. If he let him come with his cock in his mouth, well that would just be hot, wouldn’t it? It would be over quickly... but they still had the test to think about.

He cursed himself. He really knew how to get distracted while he was trying to enjoy something, didn’t he? He pushed thoughts of academia, his career, his boyfriend’s very troubled career... all aside. If he kept up with this, he’d end up limp in Prometheus’ mouth. Which had happened too much for his liking lately already.

And now he was down a different mental rabbit hole. He felt himself flag somewhat.

Back then, Hades hadn’t known what to expect. He had certainly had expectations, but they had been of something else: a fierce environmentalist, a man with righteous fury, a rogue academic. Not... some drunk slut.

The officer told him that he’d best intended to take him right home and let him sober up. Honestly, Hades had imagined taking him out for a drink. Christ, what had he gotten himself into. He sighed, pulled a card from a dedicated metal case, and handed it to him. “...Devil, hm? You can call me Hades. You’re not to be alone until you’re sober, so I suppose you’re coming with me.”

Prometheus made a low, discontented noise when he felt Hades flag a little - no doubt he got distracted thinking about something else again. If he were anyone else, that might've punctured his confidence somewhat, but instead it made him more determined as he stopped palming himself to focus a little more on his boyfriend.

Right.

He pulled off Hades's cock with a wet obscene noise, hooking his fingers into the waistbands of his boyfriend's trousers and underwear still lingering just below his hips. He started yanking, roughly pulling them down Hades's legs while shuffling back a bit to allow him room to do that. If he was going to get distracted, Prometheus was going to be just as equally distracting to draw his attention back.

Back then, he'd been the same. After Hades had handed him his card, Prometheus had pretty much shoved it into his short's pocket - that being the small inner pocket near the crotch, so it looked like he just rammed it down his underwear. Despite his drunken swaying and cocky smile, Prometheus was rational enough to try and stay somewhat alert around a potential stranger dragging him off to parts unknown.

"Ohhhh? I wouldn't mind coming with you," Prometheus sniggered at his dirty joke, and held his arm out, "Sure, sure! C'mon, handsome, lead me off! I can't walk straight, yanno."

All of that definitely pulled him back to the present. He also nearly spilled his wine, but was able to adjust before annihilating his dress shirt. What was Prometheus pulling his trousers down like that for?

Oh, he was getting soft, wasn't he. Oops. Hades looked at Prometheus, wondering what he had in store for him. He should praise him, he felt. "Oh, so strong and energetic... What are you going to do to me?"

That fateful day, when he watched Prometheus seemingly ram his business card into his underwear, he couldn't help but be taken aback. And then the obvious come on. Which... In this context, was not even remotely arousing for him. Oh goddammit, what had he gotten himself into? He tentatively placed a hand on the other man's shoulder since the police were watching, leading him out.

Hades had a really nice car. He sort of worried that his bastard was going to throw up in it... But. There was no turning back now, especially if he ever wanted to see his bail money again. "Do you want to sit up or lay down? I have an apartment not too far from here."

Prometheus huffed quietly at the praise, but looked a little mollified now that he had Hades's attention again. He tossed the trousers and underwear somewhere over his shoulder (them landing messily on the coffee table) and leaned back in, smoothing his hands over Hades's thighs, pushing them apart.

"Hmm, I dunno. Maybe something like..." Prometheus slipped one hand away to dig under the sofa seat until- aha, he knew there was a bottle of lube hidden between the cushions there. He held the lube aloft with a cheeky smile, playfully shaking it from side to side, "This?"

He leaned in, his lips ghosting along the inside of Hades's thigh, not quite kissing, but still touching, glancing up at his boyfriend from beneath his fringe, "I can finger you as I blow you, or I can ride you, or you can fuck me... what catches your attention more, handsome?"

Really, Prometheus was a lot smoother now than back then. Honestly, he hadn't paid much attention to what he blurted out as he staggered out of the police station with Hades in tow, his good cheer stubbornly staying in place as his drunken, tired mind slowly realised that he was getting into a car with a virtual stranger and he didn't have his phone either, so he couldn't do his usual 'take a photo of the license plate and send to Hythlodaeus with the caption 'this is my murderer if I go missing'' tactic.

"Ah, m'good to sit up," Prometheus said, deeming it better to seem more alert than falling down exhausted like he really was, "You're taking me home, though? Not planning to, like, do anything weird to me, are you?"

Oh, that first one sounded awfully tantalizing. "Finger me," Hades said, reddening further in the cheeks. He finished his wine, settling the glass somewhere behind him on the floor. He didn't usually hand over his domination so easily, but it was clear he couldn't be trusted inside his own head at the moment.

Hades remembered that it had begun raining that night when he picked Prometheus up. "I'm not going to do anything to you. I was hoping, when I tracked you down that we might get a drink and talk about work."

Hades grimaced, letting him into the car and closing the door behind him. He got himself into the drivers' seat and looked across at the other man. "I could get you something to soak up that alcohol, though. You came so highly recommended from Hytholadeus, too..." he mumbled.

"Oho..." Prometheus made a low, crooning noise, "So, Hades wants to be spoiled tonight, mm?"

But that was something Prometheus was more than happy to do. He pressed a light kiss to Hades's thigh, gently teasing the sensitive skin with his teeth, before pulling away to squirt some lube onto his fingers. After a moment of consideration, he coaxed Hades to lift his leg, to rest it over one of Prometheus's broad shoulders as he scooted closer and more comfortably.

Content, Prometheus pressed his slick fingers against Hades's hole, gently rubbing and applying pressure as he slowly took Hades into his mouth. He bobbed his head, slowly regaining his earlier rhythm, his free hand grasping the base of his cock to stroke what he didn't fit into his mouth. He was still a little soft, but Prometheus made it work and started to ease a finger into him, hoping that'd perk him right back up.

Back then, it was a surprise to learn that the 'stranger' wasn't really a stranger at all, but a mutual acquaintance of Hythlodaeus! Prometheus had relaxed at that, his cheerful persona easing into something more honest - hungover and tired - and he slumped against Hades's door while slouched in his seat, cradling his head with one hand as he side-eyed the man.

"Nah, s'fine. I'm mostly soberish now," he muttered, "But you're one of Hyth's friends? Thank fuck. That means you're probably not another asshole trying to kidnap me again."

“Hmm, I deserve it,” he said with a catlike smile. Hades took in deeper and quicker breaths as Prometheus pulled his leg over his shoulder and played with all his sensitive parts. He loved being pampered and spoiled, but Prometheus put him in a special, dominating mood.

And perk up he did as soon as Prometheus took him into his mouth and slid his finger up against Hades’ prostate. All his worries and thoughts melted away against the pressure and bliss of Prometheus’ ministrations. Hades let his head fall to the side, his eyes still on Prometheus as he gently moved his hips.

Back then—

“Again?!” What kind of life did this guy lead? “I work at the same firm as Hytholadeus, notable rival to the one that had you put behind bars tonight. You need to be careful...” but he was careful after a fashion, wasn’t he? His whole demeanor shifted once he learned who he was. It seemed like Prometheus wanted to be underestimated.

It seemed like it wasn’t totally working out for him. His exasperation was palpable. “Do you have a lawyer?”

Prometheus purred happily when he felt Hades stiffen back up in his mouth, rewarding him by pressing in a second and third finger. He moved them in a firm, steady rhythm, delighting at how Hades's muscles would clench and relax with each thrust, the taste of precum heavy on his tongue.

Boldly, Prometheus shifted his hand from the base of Hades's cock to lightly press against his hip, bobbing his head to deepthroat until his nose was pressed against those grey-speckled pubes, swallowing thickly before pulling back all the way to the head - briefly to catch his breath - pressing his tongue against the slit, before doing it all over again. His throat was probably going to be sore as hell after this, but worth it.

It was kinda tricky keeping this up - there were a lot of moving parts to this after all - but he managed.

Back then-

"What'd I need a lawyer for?" Prometheus grouched, massaging his forehead before straightening up in his seat. He flashed a cocky smile Hades's way, "Hyth will take care of all that stuff. He usually does!"

Hythlodaeus, after all, was jokingly referred to as Prometheus's 'sugar daddy' with how much he looked after him in multiple ways. Except sex, because that would be weird considering Prometheus considered him like an older brother. But the pampering and being spoiled was very nice all the same.

How expertly Prometheus worked him, how hypnotic his rhythm. In no time, Hades let his eyes close, the image of Prometheus deep throating him still crystal clear in his vivid imagination. He made an embarrassing sort of grunt that morphed into a high pitched cry as Prometheus buried more fingers inside of him. He couldn't last like this, his eyes opening to look at Prometheus one last time before rolling up as he came hard. He didn't... often play with his prostate, and he had forgotten how overwhelming the prostate-induced full-body orgasms were.

His legs came in tight around Prometheus' head in an involuntarily manner before releasing, entirely defenseless to Prometheus' onslaught.

"Oh... Prometheus," he finally managed to say, panting through his after glow. His elbow was thrown over his eyes. He was clearly overstimulated and loving it.

Was it really ten years ago, now?

"You need a lawyer because you will be going to court, because I would really prefer not to lose the money I put for your bail. Ah, so you have Hytholadeus' lawyer. She's very good. You'll be fine. And I might even see my money back," Hades sighed as he started to drive off from the precinct towards the heart of the city. There were more lights, more people... He couldn't help but glance at Prometheus every once in a while.

"Are you alright?"

Prometheus felt Hades start to tense up, and he pulled back to the head - just in time for Hades to come hard into his mouth. He swallowed, grunting when Hades's legs clamped around his head briefly before relaxing, suckling for a little longer on the tip of his cock to make sure he got everything before pulling off.

He kept his fingers curled inside of him, though, very gently nudging his boyfriend's prostate as he looked up at Hades flushed and panting - it was rare to catch him like this. He normally liked putting up a good front, especially if he was making Prometheus into an absolute mess. Prometheus hummed in satisfaction, pressing a light kiss to Hades's stomach.

"Did I do good?" he asked teasingly, doing one last press against Hades's prostate before pulling his fingers out, wiping them clean on his shorts.

Back then-

"Hm?"

Prometheus had drifted into an odd kind of silence as Hades drove off, his eyes squinted against the glare of light. Clearly lost in his thoughts, he refocused on Hades and hitched up another smile. He found that people tended to be a lot more comfortable if he projected a friendly air - and they lowered their guard too. This was Hythlodaeus's friend (?), so maybe he didn't have to play the fool but... well, habits were hard to break.

"Oh, yes! I'm fantastic," he hummed, "I'm not in jail anymore, I'm in some handsome guy's car who's driving me... wherever, everything is peachy. Totally fine."

Ah, did that come across as sarcastic?

It took Hades another moment to speak. His eyes fluttered open and he shifted forward to put his arms around Prometheus' shoulders. He rested his head against his boyfriend, still steadying his breaths. "You did really good," he kissed his neck and ran his fingers though Prometheus' hair.

He felt like he could doze off, right at that moment.

"Oh, what am I to do with you?" It was a vague little question, coming in at the end of Hades' regaining his senses properly.

Back then-

Hades took it as full tilt sarcasm. What, he couldn't just check his GPS? Then again, when he looked over him, he wasn't holding a phone, nor did he have anywhere to even stash one. He could understand his reluctance.

Hades sighed through his nose, reached into his coat pocket, and fished out his phone. He unlocked it with a thumbprint and handed it over. He gave the phone butler a command and asked it to route to "home". The phone complied easily, pulling up a map of where they were and where they would be.

"That's where we're going. If you'd like to call anyone, be my guest. If you would prefer we go to Hytholadeus', we can do that, too... I suppose we could even go to your place, but I would like to keep an eye on you. Do you have any idea how expensive your bail was?"

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