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[thewestwind]

{From here}

Zephyrus holds Ganymede tight, flying fast. He finds exactly the sort of spot he's looking for - a hollow clearing surrounded by tall tree and thick brambles. A cage of growth. He drops Ganymede into it... from enough height to shake him as he lands.

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[thewestwind]

"You could have spared yourself this." Zephyrus answers, gripping Ganymede's ankle and pulling him back to a prone position. "If you had given yourself to me freely, I might even have let you enjoy it."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede kicks out viciously when Zephyrus pulled his ankles, eyes flying wide in surprise and fear. "Don't," he says. "You don't want me, Zephyrus, I am not Hyacinthus."

[thewestwind]

"I know who and what you are. Whore." He bats Gaymede's kick away. "Noble, beautiful, pure. You, are another god's leftovers. Just like he would have become." He pulls off Gaymede's shoes and throws them into the bushes.

[the_cupbearer]

"Get off!" Ganymede's yelling becomes more frantic as Zephyrus tugs off his shoes, pulling at the stake his hands are tied to.

"Leave me alone!"

[thewestwind]

"When I'm done with you." Zephyrus answers coolly, reaching for Ganymede's waistband. "Then I'll leave you alone."

[the_cupbearer]

"No!"

Ganymede kicks hard when Zephyrus bends close enough to reach his waist, eyes round and frightened; his breath is quick, fluttering like a frantic trapped moth within his ribs.

"Let me go, Zephyrus, this isn't what you want," he says, half-pleading.