Broken Control

Dionysus watched the Maenads dance and eat, feeling their emotions, their uncontrolled revelry and ecstasy. It strengthened him and intoxicated him. He felt like the most powerful being in the world.

He felt another presence on the hill and turned around, smiling. He rushed to the other god, grabbing him and dancing about, laughing.

"Let go of me." The words were spoken with such contempt, but Dionysus ignored the tone, like he always did. However, he did let go.

"You know, Apollo, you need to learn how to have a good time, to relax."

Apollo merely lifted an eyebrow and crossed his arms. Dionysus smiled and stepped closer. He ran his hands from Apollo's elbows to his shoulders, admiring their strength. He pressed himself closer and stretched to whisper in Apollo's ear.

"I could help you." He took the lobe between his lips, flicking it with his tongue.

"I don't need your kind of help. I like to retain control of my mental facilities."

Dionysus chuckled at the wry words and proceeded to nibble on the Sun God's jaw.

"But you'd look so good out of control, victim to your own passions. It would be a thing of beauty."

Apollo suddenly reached out and snatched Dionysus' wrists, holding hard enough to cause a pained whimper to escape from the Wine God.

"But why would I do it with you? You have orgy after orgy, and I won't be just another cock and hole for anyone."

Dionysus pouted and tried to extract himself from Apollo's hold, but the other god was stronger.

"Eros and Aphrodite have orgies."

"They are Love Gods, it's part of their position. And, I don't fuck them."

Dionysus' violet eyes flashed as he retorted, "And I am a God of Ecstasy and all it entails. Parties, orgies, excitement, ecstasy; it all serves to empower me. When people give up control, I feel it. No one god has sole sovereignty over a specific description. Passion goes to the gods of love as well as war. You share logic with Athena's wisdom, I share my grapes and vines with Demeter."

Apollo let go of Dionysus' wrists and just looked at him. He must have come to some sort of conclusion because his shoulders relaxed and a small teasing smile lifted the corners of his lips. He didn't say anything, merely stepped nearer to Dionysus and lowered his face so he could whisper in the Wine God's ear.

"We'll go to your chambers."

Dionysus let out a hissed yesss!! before they both disappeared. As soon as they arrived, Dionysus found himself turned with strong arms wrapped around him, his back pressed against a smooth chest. Apollo's skin was hot wherever it touched Dionysus. He felt a growing hardness against his ass and couldn't help but rub against it.

"None of that. We do things my way."

Dionysus just nodded drunkenly. He felt Apollo's smile against the side of his neck. He was guided to the bed, Apollo's hands caressing his skin.

He knew the bed was near, but didn't want to break away from Apollo to do anything about it. Suddenly, he was spun around and pushed down. A heavy body covered his and brought his hands up and over his head. Dionysus felt cold metal enclose his wrists and heard the click of manacles closing, and stiffened.
Apollo nuzzled against Dionysus' neck. "My way, remember."

Slowly, Dionysus relaxed.

"That's better. Now, let's explore this passion of yours."

Dionysus could do nothing but lie there and let Apollo expertly handle his body. Every cry, each gasp and shudder were gently coaxed from him. But all the while, Apollo remained in control. And when Apollo finally entered him, Dionysus felt warmth from the inside, spread from where his and Apollo's bodies met. Despite that, he watched through passion glazed eyes Apollo's cool detachment.

"You sought to use me, to add my name to a whole list of paramours. But it seems, I'm using you. You've been reduced to nothing more that a convenient hole."

Dionysus shook his head in denial, even as his closed his eyes in bliss when Apollo took his erection in hand.

"Yes. Making me lose control isn't possible. Let this be a lesson to you, Dionysus. When you lose control, you get used."

Apollo harshly bit Dionysus where neck met shoulder, and Dionysus couldn't help but come. But instead of feeling satisfies and relaxed, he just felt shaky and cold. He noticed that Apollo was still hard, hadn't come.
The Sun God gave him a mock comforting pat on his head. "You were right, I did enjoy that."

Dionysus blinked rapidly and watched as Apollo readied himself to leave.

"Wait!"

Apollo paused and turned, making and exaggerated show of giving Dionysus his undivided attention. Dionysus swallowed and licked his lips.

"We did it your way, and you've made your point. I ask you to give me some measure of dignity. One kiss, that's all."

Apollo tilted his head to one side, then gave a condescending little smile.

"Since you asked so prettily."

Apollo crawled up the bed until he was directly over Dionysus' still bound form. He rested his larger body on top, his elbows digging into the pillow on either side of the Wine God's head. Apollo's hands held Dionysus' head gently, his thumbs running across high cheekbones.

He slowly brought his head lower until their lips were just touching, their breath mixing. Rubbing gently, he smiled when Dionysus licked his lips, then deepened the kiss.

Dionysus couldn't help but groan. He was usually immune to drunkenness and intoxication, but the kiss with Apollo left him dizzy and feeling warm. He was completely surrounded by Apollo, consumed by him, and he wanted more.

Suddenly Apollo pulled back, his eyes bright with surprise before they narrowed in anger.

"You've gotten from me what I'm willing to give." He turned and strode from the room, pausing long enough to release the manacles.

Dionysus rubbed his wrists, staring at the doorway. His lips tingled and his come dried on his stomach.
He felt the hand on his shoulder before he realized there was another in his room. Dionysus looked and saw Eros smiling sadly at him.

"I could make him fall in love with a gorgon, or a bull."

Dionysus laughed a little but shook his head. Eros sighed and settled next to him, pulling the Wine God in his arms.

"I didn't realize you had it this bad. Aphrodite is the one who recognizes romantic love, my speciality is passionate lust."

Dionysus shrugged and said, "I always knew he didn't like me, I just didn't realize he doesn't respect me. He was so cold towards me. Eros, I don't like feeling like this."

The Love God tried to comfort Dionysus as best as he could, running his hands through his hair, murmuring soothing words. Eventually, Dionysus calmed down. Eros left only to return with a cloth soaked in scented water and cleaned Dionysus. He stayed with the other god through the night.


There was a gathering of the gods and goddesses on Olympus. It occurred once a month and everyone was required to attend. Demeter provided the food, Dionysus the wine, the muses and graces the entertainment. Generally, everyone had a good time, but they noticed Dionysus' lack of usual enthusiasm.

"He's been unlike himself for almost a month."

Eros nodded to the king of the Gods. He knew Dionysus had a special place in Zeus' heart. The circumstances of his birth saw to that.

"He doesn't come to my gatherings or orgies any longer. he hasn't over seen any theatre productions in his honor, and he's all buy ignored his followers."

"Zeus took in all the information.

"Do you know why, Eros?" The Love God nodded.

"Heartache. He's fallen in love."

"With a mortal?"

"No, with a god. And if you'll excuse my impudence, I will omit the identity. This is something that must be resolved by the two of them."

"And perhaps a Love God?" Zeus didn't sound offended, merely amused.

"Perhaps."

"I would like to see my children happy. And if you can help, then I am fine with not knowing everything now. Perhaps you could even do something about Ares." Zeus gave Eros a pointed look, then left.

Eros strode over to Dionysus and threw an arm over his shoulders.

"Zeus has noticed you're not your usual self. You have to cheer up, maybe come to an orgy. You always liked that."

Dionysus smiled sadly. "No, I don't think I'll be attending any time soon. I'll come around eventually." With that, he left.

"The wine isn't as god as usual."

Eros looked at Apollo and shrugged, taking a sip. Apollo was right. The wine was still excellent, it just didn't have that extra something that made it a wine of Dionysus.

"Well, what do you expect? He's not been himself. He hasn't been down to receive gifts from his worshippers, he's not answered any prayers, he's not gone to any theatre productions."
Apollo frowned and took another drink. Eros noticed that he'd not taken his gaze from Dionysus.

"So he's weakened?"

Eros looked at Apollo sharply, but saw only confusion.

"He doesn't need sex, and he rarely participates. So the person he wants to make love with, it will be just that, an act of love. On his part at least. In fact the only one he's bedded is me and a mortal woman."

After that, Eros left, hopefully giving Apollo something to think about. He settled in a dark corner to watch. Suddenly he felt strong arms pull him back against a solid chest.

"I still think you should have him fall in love with a squid."

He tilted his head to the side, allowing easier access to the wandering lips.

"The night's still young."

He closed his eyes at Ares' laugh, then turned and brought Ares into a passionate kiss.

Dionysus was back on the hill that, in his mind, started this whole mess. He felt as different from that night as he could. he felt drained and tired, weak and powerless. But mostly he felt sad.

He heard the crunch of footfalls on grass and turned to see who it was. He was expecting Eros, so he was surprised to see it was Apollo. And he was beautiful. He looked like he just stepped from the rays of the sun. His skin was golden and his hair was gold streaked with red, it looked like flames. His eyes were the color of the sky on a clear day. And Dionysus could feel the heat radiating from him even from this distance. He wanted to be consumed by him again, but Apollo didn't want that.

Apollo settled down next to him, looking out into the night, but said nothing for a long while.

"I have a request to make of you."

"Dionysus made an inquiring sound.

"A kiss, just one kiss, and then..."

"And then what, Apollo?"

Apollo shifted so that he was kneeling in front of Dionysus and looked deeply into his eyes. He smiled a small smile and it wasn't the mocking smile of a similar night from before.

"That is up to you."

Dionysus nodded, heart beating and stomach fluttering. He wanted this, he just didn't want to get hurt by Apollo again. But he couldn't say no. He shyly nodded his head.

The kiss burned just as much as before, and it wasn't as teasing, but it was just as gentle. Apollo was in control. Finally, the other god pulled back, a curious look on his face.

"I had thought..." He stopped and licked his lips before he continued. " I thought that when you asked for the kiss, it was a way to intoxicate me, because I felt drunk after the kiss. I thought it was a trick. I couldn't stop thinking about you. I wanted you lips again." He kissed Dionysus again, briefly. "Those soft lips the color of red wine. I swore you made me addicted with just that one kiss."

Dionysus shook his head, denying that intent. He couldn't do that with a kiss. But Apollo grabbed his chin to hold him still.

"I know now, and I knew it then too, subconsciously--logically. But you do something to all my prized logic, and it didn't please me. But I got used to the feeling, wanted it even. And then I had a conversation with Eros. He spends too much time with Ares. he's become way too manipulative."

He leaned in again, only instead of a kiss, he whispered in Dionysus' ear.

"If I ask, would you take away my control? Would you help me loose myself in waves of passion; in you?"

"If this is a cruel joke again, I'll let Eros after you." Dionysus' voice was quiet and shaky.

Apollo laughed and kissed him.

"I want to do that night over again. I want to have you writhing under me. I want to know how you taste, how you look as you find your pleasure; as you bring me with you. I want to know how it feels to sleep next to you, our bodies entangles, your sent filling my lungs. I want to know-"

Apollo was knocked on his back with the Wine God straddling him. He was smiling, and his violet eyes seemed to glow with happiness and lust. Apollo wrapped his hands up in Dionysus' long purple-black hair and tugged him down into an intoxicating kiss.

A/N: I suppose this can be set in the same world as my other story, A Friend in Need. And typing this just gave me another idea for a story. A sort of tie up the loose ends type of story.