Youd known Alectryon your entire life, the cocky boy had been your best friend. You’d kept him out of trouble for years, protecting him when you could. Years ago he’d disappeared and gone to war. The last think you expected was for him to return to your home, and to be the god of wars boy toy and lover.

Either way, the boy was cuddled against Ares in his lap, his beefy arm wrapped around your old friend as you all ate. He’d told you about all of his adventures, his conquests, how he’d bedded the war god. Ares himself rarely spoke, and when he did- it was extremely blunt.