<div class="floatleft">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v252/HlySd/HotMenChart_Michael_Churchill_11-1-1-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name/Alias</strong>: John Aaron / Ares<br/><strong>Origin</strong>: Olympus<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Hallway, then his bedroom<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Everyone<br/><hr/><br/><br/><strong>Most of my foes end up dazed but not because of a kiss of my lips, more like a kiss of my fist. Which would you have preferred?</strong><br/><br/>John’s lips parted in a half-grin as he returned on a low, murmuring breath, “You have already given me what I prefer.”<br/><br/>When Carol pulled away from him in embarrassment, John continued to watch her like a lion. The smile was still on his face as his mocha eyes traced lines along the curves of her hips. How did this creature stop him? She wasn’t Aphrodite, Goddess of Love, and mistress of charm and song. She was a mere mortal woman…a sexy mortal woman………a very sexy mortal woman, and he knew not how desired she was amongst the other males that stood in the hallway.<br/><br/>John approached Carol from behind and upon passing her, their shoulders inches from touching, he turned his head and audibly breathed in her strawberry shampoo upon his passing. His back was to her when he came beneath his ax and held his hands out to catch the enormous weapon. Its weight had shaken his stance a little when it landed in his clutches. Holding it once again at port arms, John frowned and announced, “I am going back to bed. If I am disturbed again, ‘a kiss’ will not deter me from taking this tower down to its foundations. I will bring it down, and then piss out the flames when the Candle Man’s (Human Torch) corpse lights fire to his casket.”<br/><br/>John turned and shouldered his ax. The god didn’t seem to care that he was marching around in his undergarments and that he had embarrassed Carol. He felt she had nothing to be ashamed of. He was a god after all and what woman could resist a god? His eyes slid over to Carol to once again gaze upon her glowing face. He knew how to stare someone to their knees, and he had refrained from saying what was on his mind that moment for he felt he had said enough for the evening, but his eyes said what his lips didn’t.<br/><br/><em>I’m still patient, and I await the day you find your way to my quarters,</em>John thought. The kiss they shared John perceived as a confession. She loved him, and for not putting an ax in her back the moment she wrapped her arms around his neck, he knew that he loved her too. John’s love for Carol conflicted with Ares’s love for war, but they were gradually becoming shared affections as he had said to her, he and Ares were the same being; but as John, he could perceive the feelings of mortals and understand them.<br/><br/>John passed her and was coming across Caroline and the werewolf on his right. His eyes fell to the golden letters across the round, solid muscles of her steel bottom.<br/><br/>“Gold’s Gym,” John read aloud. It had been the only thing he said before he turned to his gaping room door and retired for the night (again).