An Agreement to Disagree On [[Ryker/ Apollo]] MA

[praiseofblood]

"You don't act very much like a Reaper." he said simply, staring at Apollo. He refused to answer the male's other question on sheer principle.

[clementine]

Apollo gave a shrug. "I don't think I know what you mean." He could be stubborn too. If Viper didn't want to share, then neither would he.

[praiseofblood]

Ryker rolled his eyes, saying no more as he followed the Reaper. He wondered why he cared so much about knowing about the male--if at all. It was just something about the guy that set him on edge but for a completely different reason than the fact that he was the enemy.

Ryker sighed, a flash of a smiling, tanned face with bright white teeth and dark eyes appeared behind his eyes and he shook his head, he was putting up with this guy so he could return home to Symion, and he hoped the male would forgive him for what he had to do. Ryker opened his eyes, resolving to put all of his predujices away--just for a while. And...it helped to have an ally on the inside.

"I am simply a fighter for the Division--a tool used by the Division Heads to help perpetuate this war. I am full of hate for your people, and I don't expect that to change, even as it threatens to consume me. So answer my question, Reaper. What are you, really?" he asked.

[clementine]

Apollo had resigned himself to Viper not telling him anything, so when the man spoke, the Reaper was rather flabbergasted and it took him a moment to respond to the answer coolly. "That his hardly an information at all. I could say the same to you. I am a Reaper under Jeta used to help form attacks on the Divsion."

The Reaper shrugged again. "How about to start with, you tell me your real name, because I know for a fact that it isn't Viper. I myself have a tatto of a dragon on my inner thigh, yet people don't call me the "Dragon." Well..." he paused, "they do but that's a story for the bedroom."

[praiseofblood]

"Viper is my codename--it sounds much better than Quick Strike or some other name like that." Ryker said shrugging after grimacing a bit when Apollo mentioned his "Dragon."

Ryker walked with the male, looking at Ryker. "My name is not something I'm going to give you." he said calmly, shaking his head.

[clementine]

Apollo made an irritated sound that was less Reaper and more toddler. "Oh, come on." He whined. "Viper is such a silly name. You know my real name, right? It's only fair that I should know yours."

[praiseofblood]

Ryker looked vaguely amused. "I'm afraid not--Argh!' He jumped, grasping his neck as the collar let out a painful jolt in his neck. "What the fuck!" he growled, about the rip the little thing off and cursing vehemently as it shocked him again.

[clementine]

Apollo burst out laughing, hands on his knees as he doubled over from the force of it. It wasn't a wicked laughed, simply one of amusement. "Slave, remember?" He asked between giggles, wiping tears from his eyes. "Shocks you if you don't answer me. So, let's try again." He straightened, trying to look serious but failing. "Slave, I demand to know your true name."

[praiseofblood]

"N--FUCK!" he cursed as it shocked him again. Ryker growled in agitation. "Ryker. My fucking name is Ryker," he spat and hissed as the collar buzzed again. "What the hell?!" Ryker frowned, hand going to his neck as he rubbed the abused flesh.

[clementine]

Apollo stopped being amused the more Ryker became irritated. Ryker. It was a nice name and he had heard it before, but he just couldn't remember where. "Here." Apollo offered, running his finger over one of the rubies to reduce the amount of shock Ryker would get. "It should be at a tickle now.

The Reaper smiled and back off again. "At any rate, it's nice to meet you Ryker. And for formalities sake, I am Apollo."

[praiseofblood]

Ryker sighed "I'm aware of who you are." he said, rubbing his neck. "Dammit..."he murmered, touching the coller. He lookked at Apollo, frowning. "These are annoying little buggers." he frowned.

[clementine]

"You were the one who wanted it." Apollo reminded with a small smile as he brushed some of Ryker's hair out of his face again. "It shouldn't be a bother anymore. Come along." The Reaper began walking briskly again towards the kitchen wondering why it was he couldn't seem to stop himself from touching Ryker.

This thought plagued him the rest of the way to their destination. Once in the kitchens, it was loud enough that Apollo could forget for just a bit. Everyone was so busy running around doing this and that, that Apollo simply just moved to grabbed a tray and cover it with food.

Grabbing a jug of wine, he motioned to Ryker to continue to follow him outside.

[praiseofblood]

Ryker wondered at that too, and he wondered why he couldn't bring himself to mind the man's touches--even though he knew he should.

Ryker followed Apollo outside, saying nothing. He just sighed, reassuring hiself that he would be out of here in less than 24 hours--at least he hoped.

[clementine]

Apollo meandered his way out into the back garden, plunking down behind some secluded blushes. That way, no one could see them and bother him.

"Pull up a patch of grass." The Reaper motioned for Ryker to sit as he set the tray of meat pies and bread rolls down along with the jug of wine. "You hungry?" Apollo asked, as if this was a very important question.

[praiseofblood]

Ryker sat frowning, wondering if he should. "I suppose so." he said as he sat down, tossing his hair back. He crossed his legs, looking at Apollo. "Why are you being so kind to me?" he asked, folding his arms.