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He was bleeding.

Phaethon had made him bleed!

Ganymede felt at his nose and looked at his hand.  Blood.  Rage filled him, primal fury beyond anything he had felt before, and he gave it free rein.  His hands closed around Phaethon’s throat, and he began to squeeze, trying to choke a submission or the life out of his enemy.  At this point, he didn’t care which.

He smiled as Phaethon’s eyes began to bulge, and Phaethon began to claw and scratch at his arms to free smile.  Ganymede smiled, a cruel, vicious smile, and he began to squeeze even harder.  He was going to enjoy this.

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Phaethon writhed in Ganymede’s grasp.  He couldn’t breathe, his head ached, and Ganymede’s grip was tightening on his throat.  He tried to pull the other youth’s hands off of him, but his grip was far too strong.  He began to thrash in panic, his body going in every direction but the one he needed.

Ganymede’s eyes were almost mad and his face was twisted into a cruel, malicious grin.  He leaned down and whispered, “You’re doomed, Phaethon.”

He leaned down!

He’s close!

Phaethon’s hand shot up and grabbed Ganymede’s thick dark hair, and he pulled down as hard as he could.  Ganymede was taken completely by surprise, and Phaethon’s free hand slammed hard into the other youth’s face.  The blood from Ganymede’s nose, a trickle before, began to flow much more strongly, and Ganymede rolled off of him and lay in the sand, clutching his face.

Phaethon got shakily to his feet, his head still a little groggy from the stranglehold.  Ganymede still lay in the sand, and Phaethon stalked slowly over to him.  He drew his foot back and slammed it hard into the other youth’s exposed midsection, adrenaline coursing through his body at the sound of the other youth’s cries of pain.  He drew back his foot and delivered a second kick, and grinned viciously at the sound of Ganymede’s pained screams.

Ganymede lay in the sand, curled into a fetal position.  Phaethon planted one more hard kick into his enemy, then turned to where Lord Zeus was sitting.  The King of the Gods was clearly enjoying the fight, if his engorged cock was anything to go by.  Phaethon strode proudly to Lord Zeus, thrilled at the widening smile on the Thunderer’s face.

And then suddenly, a searing pain exploded into the back of his head.  He dropped to his hands and knees, trying to clear his head, and looked behind him.  Ganymede was standing there, and he was furious.