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Floating [ThornXAmbrosius]

Floating

[ThornXAmbrosius]

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He wasn't sure how long he'd been standing there. An hour? Three? Or was it four days... years. He could definitely stand there for years, watching the figure in the dance studio spin and twirl and leap, slide across the floor, pop back up and bend in ways that made Thorn's crotch cringe just watching. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes away.

Ambrosius was a thing of absolute beauty. When the demigod had come to him so long ago, telling him he loved to dance, he hadn't thought for a second that that timid hip sway would turn into anything this extravagant, this mystical. Ambrosius moved like liquid. His body was a wicked array of tight lean muscles, long legs strong, his black hair growing longer by the day, making him look more and more like his father, the Greek god, Hades. He currently wore it pulled back into a loose bun that fell against the back of his neck, and his eyes... gods, those eyes. Unlike anything Thorn had ever seen more, except in that of his lover's father. Electric blue, so powerful, and in even the slightest dim light, those eyes glowed.

Fuck, he's beautiful, Thorn thought as he leaned on the doorway of Ambrosius's private dance studio. The music was something new his lover had taken to dancing to. The beautiful lulling trill of a violin singing in the air, followed by the rapid growl of an electric guitar, an organ breaking through the beat to shout through the sounds as they fell together in a beautiful symphony of classical and electronic.

While his lover generally stuck to traditional Celtic and Arabic music, this was a pleasant new sound that filled the house, made the sleek floorboards of the studio vibrate beneath his feet. And goddamn did his Ambrosius know how to move as the music slowed back to a solo violin song, and he spun once, twice, then dipped down low to the floor and swept back up, as if greeting a lover. He drew an arm up, his other going back and his whole body bending at an angle that would've broken Thorn's spinal cord if he tried.

But not his Ambrosius.

The little demigod was the most flexible creature he'd ever seen, and he had been blessed to touch that body, feel the muscles ripple beneath that sun kissed skin.

From classical purring to abrupt shouting electrica that would've busted out the windows if they weren't specially made for the studio, Ambrosius spun and caught hold of a pole across the room, swung around it and slid back down onto his knees, then popped up and threw his head back, drawing his arms out in front of him, then out to the sides. Thorn was starting to lose track of where exactly his lover was going, sprinting and twirling. He watched the sweat fly off Ambrosius's brow, but not once did Ambrosius falter, nor pause for breath.

His lover had been working so hard. His last performance at a theater in Duat had gone incredibly well and he'd been invited back not just by Set, but several other gods who'd previously turned their noses up at Thorn for being a son of Lucifer. Now, the gods were more than happy to tolerate him for Ambrosius's sake.

He watched, and as the song came to a slow lull before the violin cried out and the song ended, as Ambrosius sank down to the floor in a hard split, his body bowed forward. Thorn took his chance, pushed off the doorframe, and approached his lover, his hands colliding in a loud clap that made Ambrosius curse and look up. He swept a hand up through his loose sweaty bangs, tossing them back as he rolled across the floor and slid up with such grace that Thorn was seriously beginning to think Ambrosius was just liquid.

"Sorry," Ambrosius said quickly, then winced as a booming combination of dubstep and classical exploded from the speakers and Thorn smirked. Ambrosius ran to the stereo, fumbling for a second to find the off button before he threw the volume down and turned back to Thorn.