Wow, just realised this has been quite a long wait. Hopefully it will be worthwhile.

"Come to bed, my love..."

Hyacinth tightened the strap of his boot. "Will it matter if I say no?"

Apollo chuckled as though Hyacinth was being funny. "For sure," he purred lazily and he pushed himself onto his elbow, luxuriously reclined on Hyacinth's bed. "What would you like to do then? Hunting perhaps?"

"I am going hunting," Hyacinth said stiffly, grabbing his spear, "just not with you."

Apollo tutted. "Temper, child."

Hyacinth whirled on him, jabbing his spear forward in anger. "I am sixteen! A man grown."

He moved like flowing water, too swift for mortal eyes, then, suddenly, Apollo was behind him. "And I am as old as time itself," Apollo whispered. His hands slid over Hyacinth's shoulders, tender.

"Then maybe you should learn to control your own temper," Hyacinth hissed. He made to step away but Apollo's hand entwined his hair and wrenched his head back. It was a playful gesture, one they often indulged in, but Hyacinth flinched.

Apollo immediately released him. "You fear me," he said simply.

Hyacinth closed his eyes briefly and turned. He laid the head of his spear against Apollo's shoulder. "When Zephyrus came to me I thought that I would be raped that night..." he cast his eyes up till they met Apollo's, "I didn't realise it would be by you."

Apollo raised a hand and brushed the backs of his fingers against Hyacinth's cheek in a path that burnt like the sun he bore. "It is in my nature, my love. I could not love you so fiercely and not seek to possess you solely either."

Hyacinth pushed his hand away with the spear he still held. "And I cannot be possessed and not fear you as well." He turned away, taking up his arrows and slinging them over his back. "Don't you have work to do? The sun is supposed to rise shortly is it not?" And he flung open the doors to his chamber and strode out without a backward glance.

As it was, however, though his party travelled to the edge of the woods, the sun did not rise. Though they waited for what was surely hours, the sun did not rise. Though as they returned to the palace despairing citizens reached out to them whilst more fled to the temple the sun did not rise.

"This is some madness!" wailed one of the slaves that accompanied him.

"Madness, nay," corrected Hyacinth's uncle, horsed beside him, "this is some apocalypse. And behold, I believe I see Charon come for us now!"

A wizened beggar man caught hold of Hyacinth's boot strap. "My prince, save us, save us." Hyacinth wrenched free his leg. "You have his favour," he raised a trembling finger to the sky, to where the sun should have been, "let him have yours." The same crooked finger grazed against the back of his thigh, implicit, as his horse shied.

"Hold your tongue, man," Hyacinth hissed, dagger in hand and against a wobbling throat, "or lose it."

His uncle sniggered, pulling at Hyacinth's reins before more damage could be done. The beggar fell in the dirt, nearly trampled as a group of women ran for the temple.

Back in the palace his mother sat quaking on her throne, one of his sisters clutching her leg with wondrous eyes. They all looked at him like this, like he was some deity himself. They spoke little of it true enough; but no doubt they had their suspicions when his cries echoed through the palace night after night. No doubt they knew who he met with when he ventured out alone. No doubt they knew who provided him with finely crafted weapons and jewellery, with animals that hardly had a place in the mortal world.

A hand clasped his shoulder. His father, white beard magnificent and eyes wrung with fury. "What have you done?" he whispered. "All of Sparta lies in darkness, we can do nought-"

"I shall see to it," Hyacinth implored, detaching his father's hand.

He was seething by the time he threw open the doors to his chamber. "What is the meaning of this?" he cried. His chest heaved and he quickly barred his door, striding over to his bed, casting aside the silk hangings. Empty. He dumped his hunting gear on the floor and searched his room. A loud sigh drew him out to the balcony. Apollo was stretched across the banister, one arm dangling over the edge, the other tucked behind his head. And though the banister was plated in gold the Sun God's skin shone more brightly, a deeper and more enticing colour, than the actual gold.

"I have not the strength to fulfil the task I bear. The sun shall remain hidden until you forgive me and my heart is filled with happiness once more," Apollo bemoaned.

Hyacinth bit his lip. "Your father will be displeased."

"I care not; all that matters to me now is your forgiveness."

In response the night sky rumbled and rolled with thunder.

Hyacinth swallowed. "Do not invoke Zeus' wrath, and not for me."

Apollo swung his legs off the banister and before Hyacinth could take a step back he was enfolded in the god's arms. "But, my love," he whispered, holding tighter still as Hyacinth made a half hearted effort to pull away, "how can I bring light to the world, when my light of the world has left me?"

Hyacinth braced his hands against Apollo's chest, overwhelmed by their proximity. Beneath his fingers lean, golden muscles swelled, hard but hot.

"Tell me what I can do to earn your forgiveness." Apollo ducked his head to try and meet Hyacinth's eyes but the boy turned his head.

"Let me go," he whispered, "Apollo..."

"I shall have the muses dedicate a ballad to you; your strength and beauty shall be known throughout Greece and for as long as I shall live I will sing your song and remember you." His hands were so warm through the fabric of Hyacinth's tunic, holding him by the waist so tenderly. "I shall take the sun's rays, trap them in a crystal pendant for you to wear at your throat and everyone will know you have the favour and love of the Gods." He took a step back now, spreading his arms wide, eyes still fixed on Hyacinth. "I shall imprint your likeness in the very stars, you will never be forgotten, people will weep to see you and say that you were mine and I was yours." He was panting. "All this and more till you forgive me..."

Hyacinth nodded and drew in a shuddering breath.

"My love?" Apollo took him in his arms once more, holding his face in his hands. "You were right. I cannot control my temper. No more than I can control the love I have for you. Surely you must see that." Apollo tilted his head, one broad thumb wiping away a tear that bloomed in the corner of Hyacinth's eye. "It is not shame to weep for fear, when the one you fear is a God. Especially as I have given you every such reason."

"I weep not for fear," Hyacinth whispered. "But for love of you."

Apollo's smile was dazzling. "And that is no shame either; for I do the same." When Hyacinth didn't reply, except to blink rapidly, Apollo pressed a searing kiss to his lips. As always he took Hyacinth's breath away and it was all he could do not to moan aloud. As it was he gasped into Apollo's mouth, flung his arms around his neck, dug fingers into his scalp.

"Mmm, A-Apollo, nghh, please." He panted against his lovers' lips. "Apollo, stay with me..." he entwined their fingers, tugging him back toward his chamber.

"My love, that I could," Apollo whispered. "I'm afraid I must tend to my duties, lest my father strikes us both down."

"I thought you cared not of your father's wrath?"

"And I thought you did."

Hyacinth arched an eyebrow. "That was before you gave me this," he pressed Apollo's palm against his hardness.

Apollo smiled. His young lover was still the boy he first met. Still passionate, wilful... wanton. He dusted a finger over pouting lips. "Take your hunting trip alone?"

Hyacinth gave a breathless whisper of consent, lips soft against Apollo's finger.

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He bit his lip; eyes screwed shut, hands flat on the expanse of Apollo's chest. His hips rolled, grinding down, filled to the brim. Hot fingers dug into his waist.

"Ohh...Ohhh...Ah, mm-mmm."

Apollo's eyes never left his face, propped back on one elbow, letting Hyacinth take his pleasure, rocking and sinking... slow and luxurious.

Hyacinth blinked with heavy eyes, a lazy smile on his parted lips. He tilted his head back, sinking onto Apollo's cock and crying out in ecstasy. He fell forward again, hands gripping Apollo's shoulders; forehead's bumping, lips brushing.

Apollo pushed himself up, deepening their kiss so Hyacinth moaned into his mouth. "More," he whispered, "go on, take it." He leant back on the palms of his hands, muscled legs sprawled.

Hyacinth was panting, sweat rolling down his chest, thighs trembling astride Apollo. He braced his hands on Apollo's stomach, rising and sinking and rolling and grinding and rising and sinking and rolling and grinding and rising and sinking and rolling and grinding and rising and sinking and rolling and grinding.

His hardness swelled, so close. He reached out to caress himself but Apollo snatched his wrist away. "Take your pleasure, my love. Take it from me." So Hyacinth grabbed him by the back of his hair, smashing their mouths together; gasping hungrily against his lips. And he slammed himself down, once, twice, three times-

"OH! OHHH, ngggh, hah, hah. Apollo!" Streams of pearls spilled forth as his eyes rolled back into his skull and he pitched forward, spent.

Apollo let him catch his breath, a luxury, but then he was pushing himself up, hard within him still. Hyacinth let out a needy whimper and wrapped his legs around Apollo's waist as he was flipped onto his back, spread out on the grass. He coiled his fingers through Apollo's hair and moaned as his lover began to thrust.

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Apollo kissed away the last of his essence, slick on Hyacinth's thigh. He leant over the prince, who still lay in a state of exhausted bliss. "Did you not want to hunt?"

Hyacinth gave a lazy chuckle. "Hunt? I can hardly bear to walk."

Apollo smiled. "Well then perhaps you would like to sing, or to play." He kissed cheek, lips, eyes.

"I should like to lie here for a few more moments. We mortals are not as tireless as the gods."

"For sure," Apollo whispered, against his throat. He lay down beside Hyacinth, watching as he fell into slumber.

After a couple of hours or so Hyacinth woke to see the Sun God tossing a discus through the air. He pushed himself to his feet, grinning broadly. Immediately Apollo was behind him with his arms around his waist and his kisses in his hair.

"Do you care you throw the discus with me?" he whispered.

"Of course," Hyacinth murmured. He turned, pressed a kiss to his lover's lips and jogged a little away. He watched as Apollo stretched, swinging the discus back and forth. He dragged a hand across his forehead, sweltering in the midday heat as Apollo tossed.

It was an impressive throw, though that was hardly a surprise. It spun through the air and Hyacinth turned to watch its progress. Then there was a strong wind from the west, so strong he swayed where he stood, and then the discus was hurtling towards him... and then nothing.

"Hyacinth!" Apollo took his face in his hands, pale and listless. "My love?" his voice broke. "M-my love?" he raised a trembling hand his lips as a sob broke forth. But he could do naught to stem the blood that flowered forth, hot over his fingers, scarlet in the emerald grass. He bent his head as like a wilting lily the life seeped from the Spartan Prince. "Once my joy," he whispered against Hyacinth's curls, "you are all my sorrow now." He shoulders shook as he pulled the forever sleeping boy into his arms. "That I could for you, or but with you, die," he moaned, "you name shall forever dwell on my tongue, our love on my lyre, so my verse shall tell. And you to a flower shall be transformed, stamped on your petals my cries you shall repeat. Behold the blood which stained the verdant field, is blood no longer; but a flower full grown."

Apollo's last speech is adapted from Ovid's Metamorphosis.

I have to say that the whole "rape" thing at the end of the first chapter was a spur of the moment thing and probably feels quite out of place now. Part of the reason I took so long to complete this fic was because I couldn't find a way for Hyacinth to forgive him. Of course that level of sexual aggression is not uncharacteristic in Apollo. Still I am considering doing an alternative fic and cutting that scene.

A/N I know Apollo doesn't pull the sun across the sky but I couldn't resist the idea of a petulant Apollo refusing to.

Finally, I have decided to become a beta-reader. If you like what you see here and would like some help, ranging from grammar and spelling checks to plot and character suggestions, please drop me PM.

WAIT! BEFORE YOU GO! ummm review? please and thank you :D