New Year's Eve Soiree

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Jennifer had put in extra overtime for this - though Set himself had arranged the servers, made of sand and storm - but the stage was set. The glossy black bar was stocked fully with any kind of alcohol you could ever desire, including a selection of Egyptian microbrews. To the right of it, the dessert bar - staffed by two lithe, sloe-eyed girls - has any sweet you might desire, from a chocolate fountain to creme brulee to a dense raspberry torte.

There are the low couches by the windows, where the waiters pass with French champagne and canapes regularly, and for those who don't mind the chill, there are the vast decks just outside, where you can appreciate the sight of New York on this night, or...possibly find some privacy for that New Year's kiss.

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Set's grin flashed white, like lightning, and he lifted his eyebrows as he looked down at Eros. "I fascinate you," he purred. "You'll have to explain why."

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Eros glanced up through long lashes and there was a pinpoint of white in the center of each eye, visible for just a moment before he blinked and there was only black. He tipped his head to place light, idle kisses along Set's jaw, feeling the delicious burn of stubble against his lips.

"I knew Chaos, once," he murmured against Set's skin. "I have never known you, but you are yet so tantalizingly familiar..."

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"I am different from the Chaos you knew," Set breathed out, his eyes sharpening at the brief glimpse of Eros Protogenos. "But yet the same, in some ways." He smiled, and his hands slid under Eros' shirt to skim over smooth skin.

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"I look forward to finding each way," Eros murmured, shifting into Set's hands as he leaned forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to Set's jaw. He smelled of the desert, sand and spices and the sun, and Eros let himself explore Set's throat with lips and teeth and tongue, confident that the desert god would allow it until he wished for more.

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Set tipped his head back, stroking desert-hot hands up Eros' spine, and his lips curved sharply as he felt the other god's teeth drag over his skin. "I have no doubt you will do just that, Love."