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It was late enough that even in the bustling metropolis, few others were out. Doyoung held on tightly to her cloak, making sure the hood obscured her face. It wasn’t her personal safety she was concerned with, no one would dare harm one of Athena’s priestesses in the city bearing her name. The legal penalty would be steep, but it was the wrath of the goddess that most truly feared.
The walk down to the Agora from the Acropolis wasn’t long and though Doyoung had traveled this path countless times, each step infused her with giddiness. When she reached the Sanctuary of Aphrodite Urania, she took a deep breath and steadied herself.
Though it was a humble temple, especially in comparison to the one Doyoung helped oversee, she was no less overcome by a sense of awe. The statue of Aphrodite Urania was beautiful, as befitting of the goddess of love and beauty. Doyoung kneeled at the feet of the statue and removed an apple from inner pocket, along with a bouquet of red roses she’d hooked on her belt, placing them on the floor as an offering before saying a prayer. When she opened her eyes, Taeyong was standing there, even more beatific than the statue in the flickering candlelight.
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In college, Doyoung's lack of experience was laid bare; something to set him apart from the constant hookups in his co-ed dorm, the way he walked in on his roommate with a girl not once, not twice, but three times. And while straight was still the default, his classes were filled with people of all genders and sexualities. He didn’t know what was wrong with him, the way his stomach knotted every time he passed a gay bar.
Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Taeyong, who graduated the year before him, decided to defer until they could start college at the same time, despite being on separate coasts. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that Taeyong, despite being the best looking person Doyoung had ever seen, also left high school with nary a girlfriend in sight. Or maybe, it had something to do with the fact that on one night over winter break, Taeyong came out to him and confided that his first boyfriend had treated him poorly. Doyoung hadn’t known what to say, hadn’t known how to possibly grab hold of a single emotion, all of them swirling around his brain all at once. So he said nothing. Taeyong changed the subject. They hadn’t discussed it since.
And now it was summer.
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Doyoung wasn't unfeeling. On the contrary, Doyoung was so sensitive that he'd worked hard at walling off his heart over the years, knowing that giving the wrong person access could be devastating; taking something delicate and letting it shatter into pieces.
When Doyoung met Taeyong during the holiday season, he was convinced he finally met the right person. Someone he could trust to hold the key to his heart.
But as the song goes, "Last Christmas, I gave you my heart, but the very next day, you gave it away..."
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College freshman Doyoung wasn't really the type to get invited to a spring break trip filled with boozing, which is how he found himself here, with his parents at an all-inclusive resort in Mexico where the average guest age was about 55.
He meets Taeyong by the pool, thrilled to find someone his own age to hang out with. Taeyong, he also can't help but noticing, happens to be possibly the most attractive person he's ever seen. Which is a problem, considering Doyoung has been trying to avoid the entire matter of finding guys attractive.
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Taeyong couldn’t stop thinking about the night when Doyoung finally unleashed the totality of his carnal powers. They’d never discussed it, and the way Doyoung continued to act exactly the same as he’d always had, extremely doting and oh-so-sweet at all times, led Taeyong to question the reality of his experience—did it even happen? Or was his own subconscious that powerful? That capable of harnessing his own desires into something extraordinary; something beyond the pale; supernaturally sensual to the nth degree.
The images of that night haunted Taeyong with a vulgar persistence, the ghostly specter of his own body, pinned to the bed, utterly consumed by the apparition of Doyoung. The spirit of the sensations–unlike anything any mere mortal could induce, overwhelming in their erotic energy, which had subsumed his very existence—had Taeyong hard on a regular basis, recalling the ravishing at the worst of times with the flashbacks shocking his system with impunity, turning him on to the point of pain when there was no relief in sight.
And then there was Doyoung, greeting him each morning with coffee and a smile, messy morning hair tumbling onto the top of his glasses.
Series
- Part 2 of Demon Doyoung AU