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Transitioning from living with Mentor Métis has been somewhat difficult for the lot of them. Hades was enjoying his newfound freedom to address his burgeoning and overactive libido, Hythlodaeus was finally able to do whatever he wanted with his sleep and wake cycles, and Prometheus had decided to make himself a nuisance for an entire department. Hades was both amused and proud, though sometimes (often) annoyed by his behavior.

It was a nice enough afternoon for Hades. Hythlodaeus and Prometheus had plans of some kind, so Hades thought to being a girl back for an hour. Technically, they were study buddies, but they didn’t get much studying done. Currently, Hades’ robe was tossed aside next to him. He was seated on the bed, slacks open and pulled slightly down to give the young woman in front of him a little space to work with her mouth. She was still dressed, they clearly hadn’t gotten very far before their interruption.

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Prometheus crammed another spoonful of ice cream in his mouth, giving Hades an unreadable look. He pulled the spoon from his mouth, licked his lips and asked with innocent idleness; "But whatever will your study partners do in your absence? With how often you study with them, one would think you'd keel over dead if you missed even a day, let alone a week."

He tried to ignore it, but he really was painfully aware of how Hades seemed to tumble from one bed/partner to the next. It didn't bother him as such (well, unless he walked in on him doing the deed), but he did feel... something about it. Hythlodaeus had been unhelpful when he grumbled about this too him, had merely said that Prometheus wasn't used to sharing his agemates with other people, but it wasn't that. For example, Prometheus didn't mind Hythlodaeus swanning into various social groups and charming everyone there like the social butterfly he had become - after getting over his crippling childhood shyness, of course. He didn't mind Hades getting a circle of admirers and friends either.

It was just...

Whatever. Hades was an adult and could sleep his way through the whole of the Akadaemia if he wanted (though Prometheus would judge him if he tumbled into Lahabrea's bed. Convocation member or not, he was like, a billion years old!). It probably was childish, petty jealousy or something. He'd grow out of it, no doubt.

Hades’ fought with himself, with his expression. He’d attained some docility, but he couldn’t resist poking the half-proverbial bear.

“You don’t care about their needs or wants, so what’s the real issue?” Hades didn’t think it was jealousy, not in the true sense. In no way did he imagine that he wanted attentions from the men and women he charmed into bed. His next thought was Hythlodaeus’, that he merely didn’t like sharing. But he knew he didn’t care that they had other friends, so what was it?

“Do you think I should be more loyal to a single one? Are you ready for me to being someone into our fold?”

Prometheus felt an abrupt jolt of revulsion at the thought of someone intruding on the dynamics of their trio, barely managing to compress that feeling before it filtered through his soul's borders and got Hades asking questions. Or make him talk about his emotions, which was equally unpleasant.

Instead he just gave him a bland smile, "No. I'm just wondering where that voracious appetite came from."

Hades foolishly thought he might have a genuine answer, or at least catch him on his back foot.

“What do you mean ‘voracious’? My appetite is entirely normal,” he said with scrunched brows. Which was not strictly true. What was true is that he was rarely turned down, and the reason often was because his potential partners did actually need to study things that Hades could measure and see naturally... Hades’ impression of others is that he fucked a normal amount.

“I wouldn’t need to go an entire week, I could pop by a settlement...”

Irritation spiked in him, and this time he didn't bother concealing it, even if he couldn't properly identify its source.

"A settlement," he said flatly, stabbing the spoon hard into the ice cream and leaving it there, "You know, I was joking about you unable to survive a week without fucking someone, but it seems it's true. Nice to see you have figured out your main passion in life: other people."

Oh, now that he didn't restrain it, that irritation was bubbling up into a proper snit, a whole lot of weeks of compressing and sitting and ignoring that thorny tangle of emotions - many unrelated to Hades entirely - boiling over. Even the ambient temperature seemed to drop several degrees.

Hades bristled back, and he wasn’t shy with others feeling his emotions.

“What the hell is your issue?” Hades withdrew his arm as he turned to face Prometheus. “You aren’t better than me just because you only care about birds! Maybe you would understand if you got laid once in a while.”

Damn it, where was Hythlodaeus?

"I don't want to get laid. No one will touch me like that," Prometheus hissed, abruptly standing up and putting the ice cream tub down harder than intended on Hades's bedside dresser, "And I'm not saying I'm better than you either!"

In fact, Prometheus wasn't really sure what he was trying to say. Emotions were complicated and messy, and Prom didn't want to deal with that. So, he ignored and sat on them, but everyone here was so- so sociable, invading his personal space or trying to speak to him, but he fucked it up or found it exhausting and he ended up hating feeling like a weirdo because unlike everyone else, he had no drive or desire to become 'part of the community'.

He found this place stressful. He wanted to go home.

...ah, maybe that was it. Maybe he was jealous at how easily Hades was transitioning into this new stage of his life, while Prometheus lingered in homesickness until he felt nauseous from it. He hated it. His stupid, inability to...

Prometheus, with some effort, bottled it all back up.

"... I'm saying," he continued in a very measured, controlled tone, "That I would prefer it to be just us. Not you going away to hang out with other people."

Hades huffs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, brat. Just don’t surprise me in the shower.”

Masturbation it was, then. If his cock healed up enough to not distract him too badly... He shakes his head. Enough of that. Prometheus wasn’t doing super well. He didn’t even get to spend nights with them...

“Then let’s go... go home first. Have you seen Mentor Métis since class began? The weekend is here anyway; I don’t have any lectures. Let’s go see her.”

Hades was sure that Prometheus would find his footing eventually. Maybe... Maybe he really would run away into the woods before finishing his studies.

Prometheus hadn't visited Mentor Metis since classes began, mostly because he felt there was an unspoken rule that it was inappropriate to go crawling back to your mentor so soon after leaving the nest. He fidgeted.

"I thought we weren't allowed," he admitted uncertainly, "To go back, I mean."

“What do you mean by allowed? Who is going to enforce that?” Hades sighs. “I’m sure she worries about you. Maybe she has some advice. I’m sure we would like some company that can hold a real conversation.”

If they were going to go back, he’d have to rope Hythlodaeus into it, too. That wouldn’t be difficult. As much as Hades was soft in his studies from time to time, Hythlodaeus was even worse. His gift made him lazy.

“At worst, we’ll bring gifts and ingratiate ourselves.”

Prometheus sort of stared at him for a bit, clearly flummoxed at Hades so easily planning what he'd assumed to be a forbidden thing.

"But, I mean, we've completed that stage in our development," he said slowly, like he was trying to figure out the answer to his question before he finished asking it, "We weren't allowed to return to the creche, and no one else's talked about going back to their mentors, so I thought... it was one of those 'unspoken rules'?"

“You turned a wing of the dorms into an aviary. When have you ever cared about the rules?” He was right, and he knew it. This was just Prometheus’ stupid social anxiety kicking into high gear.

“Also you don’t talk to people and you don’t care about the rest of the unspoken rules, so how would you know? Adjusting to change is difficult, even when you want it. There’s a little joke that the instructors are just students who simply out-stayed everyone else.”

“And anyway, the crèche is different. What would be back there for us?”

Well, it all sounded stupid when Hades explained it all like that. Prometheus felt his face warm, crossing his arms in discomfort as he looked away. He hated feeling stupid, especially when it came to these kind of social things. While he excelled in almost everything academic and practical, when it came to socialising and figuring out people...

"Well, nothing, I guess..." he mumbled quietly, "But, if it's fine then, sure. Whatever. We can visit Mom- M-Metis! We can visit Metis!"

Hades' grin spread at the accidental word choice. "I think it's natural to want to see her. And natural to think of her as Mom. We were a people that used to raise our children as separate families once upon a time. I think we still long for that."

Hades nonchalantly takes his ice cream back. "So, if we're taking you on vacation... Where would you like to go?"

"I said we could visit Metis, not go on vacation," Prometheus said, just to be a contrary little shit, but he did give it some thought.

"Well, I'm not allowed to leave the city without 'proper supervision'..." Which meant an 'adult' or Mentor Metis would have to accompany him, which was just lame. Prometheus wanted a vacation, not a field trip like he was a baby again. So, it'd have to be within the bounds of Amaurot, which was a little dull. There wasn't anything interesting in the city. Well, unless...

Prometheus glanced at Hades thoughtfully, "What if we go... ruin-diving?"

Amaurot, after all, was built on the crumbling skeleton of a very ancient settlement - the Great Bath was one of few buildings that survived to the current age, mostly because of dedicated historians upkeeping its maintenance. But below the city, tangled amongst the modern sewer system and normally avoided due to its derelict nature, were ancient ruins. Kids used to enter the upper chambers leading into it on dares, but only the crazy yet curious archeologist-types really went in there.

It was dangerous, but nothing an Amaurotine couldn't handle. A few shielding spells, air purification aura, a non-flammable light, etcetera, and it should be a fun adventure!

Luckily for Prometheus, Hades hardly ever turned down a proper chance to flex his powers. And he had never actually been in the ruins.

"There's a beach right there," Hades said in half-hearted protest. But this was for Prometheus. "... That does sound like fun, I suppose. I'm sure Hythlodaeus will want to come. All three of us may as well perish at once instead of just us two."

He was being a bastard about it, but he was genuine in that he would join for an adventure. "He's a better healer than you, anyway."

Prometheus brightened at Hades's easy agreement. He half-expected him to bitch and moan and drag his feet a little about it, since there were other, lazier places to go on vacation to. He even ignored the jab at his healing skills.

"Hahah, sure, if we can drag him out of his bed," Prometheus laughed, "You know, he's currently in the middle of creating, like, a bed that can serve your every need without you having to leave it. He was flat out asleep when I visited him a few hours ago."

He wanted to bitch and moan, but he knew that bitching and moaning was only met with more bitching and moaning from Prometheus. He placed a hand on his shoulder, listening to him speak.

"That's bound to go horrible wrong. Where was he? Let's go watch."

"In his room, last I saw," Prometheus said, tilting his head at the weight of Hades's hand on his shoulder, but ultimately dismissed it. They were very touchy feely with each other, and honestly, Prometheus had missed the easy contact. They didn't touch as much here in the Akadaemia.

"I'll take us there! I've gotten very precise with my teleporting!"

Mostly because he cheated and used the Lifestream currents to go wherever there was aether (spoiler: which was everywhere), a normally inaccessible and dangerous teleporting route for other Amaurotines. But Prometheus was getting good at teleporting items and living beings now! There was less than 5% chance his passenger would get lost, and subsequently subsumed into the Lifestream! But death rate or not, it meant he could teleport inside the Akadaemia, which was normally locked down for his less talented peers.

Hades sighed. He whispered a spell to turn his soul into a beacon just in case to grab Hythlodaeus' attention. He could pull him back out, at least.

"I'll warn him of our incoming," he said, sending a spell-bird through the aether. With his double measures in place... "I'm ready. Please don't displace us, or kill me."

He was careful enough, but he wasn't boring, and he'd never let Prometheus call him a coward. "Hopefully Hythlodaues has his trousers on."

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Prometheus gave Hades a flat look at all the contingencies his friend was (wisely) laying down.

"My teleports aren't that dangerous," he grumbled, taking Hades by the arm and closing his eyes in concentration. He felt for a Lifestream current, a gentle one for Hades's benefit, and promptly hooked both of their aether to it. In a cold, rather turbulent, rush, they were whisked from Hades's quarters to just before Hythlodaeus's door. For Prometheus, the disorientating was easily shrugged off, but for passengers, well, the ride was about as smooth as riding on the back of an angry bull.

"See! We're both here alive and whole!" Prometheus said cheerily, letting go of Hades to rap on Hythlodaeus's door, "Hey, Hyth! You have pants on?"

“Oh so you ask him and not me,” he says as he steadies himself against the wall. Just because he could see the currents doesn’t mean that he was comfortable swimming in them. And he was supposed to have an affinity with the thing.

Hythlodaeus taps a button on his console and the door swings open. Hythlodaeus is in this apparent bed creation, aetheric screens and schema strewn about.

“I got your bird, I can’t believe you made it out without barfing this time.”

"I asked him because of you," Prometheus muttered. Seeing Hades getting a blowjob was enough for him today. He didn't want to add 'Hythlodaeus exploring his own body' onto that list too.

When Hythlodaeus opened the door for them and they stepped inside, Prometheus took a moment to do a critical once over of Hyth's... thing. It looked like a mix between a bed and the inside of a giant mecha control node, that Hyth improved with liberal amounts of pillows and cushions making it appear like their friend was being eaten by some pillow monster.

"Oh, come on. It's not that nauseating, travelling through the Lifestream," Prometheus huffed, "Well, not as nauseating as walking in on Hades getting his dick slobbered on. Yuck."

“Well I hope you’ve learned something, even if I’m the one with a laceration in my cock still.”

Hyhlodaeus stares at Hades for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Oh no, Prometheus! I warned you, didn’t I?”

“There would be lines around campus to watch if I advertised,” he shoots back. “Hyth, I’m just not sure that you’ve made the great steps forward you think you have. Even as much as I like bed...”

Prometheus made a face, not bothering to hide his disgust at Hades's remark. As if the entire campus would line up to watch Hades get sucked off! Only the degenerates would, and Prometheus would not hesitate to chase those horrible vultures off. Perving on his agemate, hmph!

"You're both awful," Prometheus declared, and pointed at Hythlodaeus, "But anyways- Hyth! Get out of your future coffin! We're going on an adventure!"

"Coffin?" Hythlodaeus sounded like he wasn't sure whether to be insulted or deeply amused, "Wait- adventure? That's a bit out of the blue. Did witnessing Hades in an intimate situation unnerve you that much-"

"Adventure!" Prometheus repeated, his tone going slightly shrill, "A pure, clean, decently-dressed adventure!"