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Lovesick Gods

Heroes aren't meant to act like their villains -- or fall in love with them.<br><br>The elements touch everyone on Earth -- Fire, Water, even Light -- but every so often someone becomes more attuned to their elemental leaning and develops true power. When an evil Elemental known as Thanatos arrived in Olympus City, it saw the rise of its first hero -- Zeus.<br><br>But the death toll caused by defeating Thanatos changed Zeus, who by day is young detective Danny Grant. It's been six months since Thanatos terrorized the city at the start of Lovesick Gods. Danny should be used to his duty behind the mask, but the recent past haunts him. His girlfriend left him, he snaps at the barest provocation, his life feels empty -- he needs an outlet, any outlet to pull him out of his depression. <br><br>Enter notorious thief Malcolm Cho, the Ice Elemental Prometheus. There was a time when Danny welcomed a fight with Cho, filled with colorful banter and casual flirtations that were a relief compared to Thanatos. Even as a criminal, Cho had recognized the threat Thanatos posed and promised to help Danny stop him, but the day Danny needed Cho, he never showed. Cho was the reason so many people died that day -- including Danny's mother.<br><br>Danny decides to teach the man a lesson and fan the fire of their attraction into something more. At worst, he'll get some no-strings-attached sex out of the deal and finally blow off steam; at best, he'll get Cho to fall in love with him and then break his heart to spite him. Danny doesn't expect to fall for Cho in the process, and he certainly can't predict the much darker threat on the horizon.

Amanda Meuwissen · LGBT+
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105 Chs

Chapter 16

A knock sounded at the door, stopping Mal in his step. Ten minutes early. Interesting.

Like an actor with jitters before an opening performance, Mal was calm and grinning and onthe moment he opened his door for the show to begin.

The same teasing, heated expression he’d stared back at in shock at the coffee shop rested on Danny’s face. He’d forgone the sweater and blazer from work and replaced them with a white T-shirt, tan bomber jacket, and jeans.

“Danny.”

“Hey.” Danny flicked his tongue over his lips.

“Come in. Shoes off at the door.” Standing back to grant Danny entrance, Mal nodded at the rug. He hadn’t chosen hardwood floors to see them scuffed.

“Of course you’re a neat freak,” Danny said with a touch of derision, but he complied, heeling off his shoes and setting them next to Mal’s on the rug. “Is this your—wow,” and then he looked up, really looked and took a step further into the apartment.