[OOM: Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

In the past twelve hours, Steve has been dressed for exactly two of them. he and Orpheus have slept, lounged, talked, necked (and more, wink wink), ate and slept some more. He's listened to Orpheus hum and even sing a little, and he's watched Orpheus sleep and stroked his hair, and felt equally happy doing both.

This has been one of the ... best days of Steve's life.



[ooc: Preemptive adult content warning.]

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus groans softly into the kiss, hips moving faster and harder against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve clasps him tight with his legs, grinding up to meet him.

[golden_lyre]

"That's it, lovely," Orpheus murmurs against his lips.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve throws back his head, groaning.


[ooc: From the forums it looks like a lot of people are having this problem. Swell. All my email goes to Gmail.]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus bends and nips at his throat.


[ooc: Eep. I hope it's not spreading. I use Gmail for everything too.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's legs squeeze Orpheus's hips and his body shudders, and he comes with a shout.

[golden_lyre]

That shout pushes Orpheus over the edge, and he groans deep in his throat as he follows, hips grinding hard against Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve's hand thrusts deep into Orpheus's hair to clutch at his head, and he buries his face in Orpheus's neck.

He pants for breath, and laughs shakily. "God, darlin'."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly, his hand sliding down Steve's thigh. "Demi-god, technically..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs, still gasping. "Demi-god." He kisses Orpheus's shoulder.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus slides off him slowly, smiling over at him.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve doesn't let him go far.


[ooc: seems to be back. *knocks wood*]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus settles in at his side, fingers trailing over Steve's stomach.

"You are going to wear me out, lovely."



[ooc: \o/]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Wasn't that the idea?" He kisses Orpheus, stroking his back. "To make you so tired you never wanted to leave this bed?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus chuckles softly. "Oh, I see. That's your sinister plan."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve laughs. "You did create a monster."

[golden_lyre]

"I thought you were supposed to be a hero, Captain."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve actually looks troubled at that. "Two sides of a coin," he says and folds his arm under his head.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus frowns a little at that expression, not sure what to say to that. This is some of what he's been worried about. That he isn't good for Steve.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Can I tell you a story?" Steve says as he brushes his fingers through Orpheus's hair. "It's ... not my story, exactly."

[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, of course," Orpheus says, relaxing into the touches.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"I wasn't the first to get the formula," Steve says slowly. "Back in Germany, a member of the Nazi upper echelon named Johann Schmidt forced Dr. Erskine to give him an early version. Dr. Erskine said, when he told me this story, that the formula wasn't ready, but the more important thing was the man himself. The formula amplifies what's inside. Good becomes great, he said, and bad becomes worse.

"So I'm sure you can imagine what Johann Schmidt became.

"I think about him a lot. I know we're going to meet someday. I know I'm going to face him, one way or another. He's like...a dark half, just waiting for me.

"I know I'll never be evil, but I...I worry about being enough of a hero. What if I'm not strong enough to beat him?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus can't help laughing at that. He leans in for a quick kiss.

"Steve, if you are not enough of a hero, then there have never been any heroes."

He kisses Steve again, lightly, and adds, "And I know from heroes."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve loops his arms around Orpheus's neck. "And what have I done that's so heroic?"

[golden_lyre]

"It's not about what you've done. It's about what you are," Orpheus says softly.

He considers Steve's face a moment, fingers tracing over his cheek. "You know, the gods had lots of half-mortal children. Lots and lots of them. My grandfather can't keep it in his pants to save his life or anybody else's. But they weren't all heroes. It's not what you can do, Steve. It's what you will do.

"And you, my lovely Galahad, you will do what's right. Always."