Hades moved into the adjacent room where a spotless tub sat on clawed feet. Beyond that was a massive bed upon which Apollo lay flat on his back, arms and legs spread wide. He wore a robe, but it was open, exposing a very obvious erection, and he was snoring. Loud. Hades watched the god for a moment, and then his eyes shifted to an empty bottle of vodka that sat on the table beside the bed. Another lay on the ground. Fuck. Apollo was difficult to deal with when he was sober, but drunk? Hades gave a frustrated sigh, swiped one of the empty bottles off the floor, filled it with water from the
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