<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Dani</span></span></div><br/><hr/><br/>Dinner that night was really a new experience for her.  Sure she'd been in homes before, where there where many people, orphans like her.  But that was nothing compared to this.  She had images of what summer camp was like, and while this came close it didn't really match exactly.  So, so many people made her scoot closer to her brother slightly.  Her eyes roaming the pavilion, she looked out for anyone who looked at them oddly, or anyone who looked like an all out threat.<br/><br/>The horse man from before was at the head table, as was the seemingly grump Mr. D.  Chiron seemed nice enough, if not completely non-threatening since he was half beast, but it was the other man that made her a little nervous.  She had met a lot of mean tempered people, men in particular, and they where all the same to her.  Sure they weren't all out monsters, not like the one that had attacked her and Aaron, but they where more dangerous because they hid their monster inside.  She had seen it plenty of times.  What hid in men's hearts where pervert's and violence; her brother being the exception, but only because she had made sure that he wasn't evil.<br/><br/>Eating proved to be another adventure.  She didn't know who cooked, but whoever it was that had made corn dogs where awesome in her head.  The cranberry juice that had filled her cup, after she had observed someone "wishing" a drink, was refreshing and she felt just a tad bit better than she had only moments before.  When she had finished eating, and watching the spectacle some of the people there where making, she turned to Aaron and nudged him with her elbow to get his attention.<br/><br/>"I heard something about a fire and smore's, wanna go?"  She did have a secret weakness, and that was chocolate, and the smell of a good fire.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Desmond</span></span></div><br/>There was a lot of things Desmond could be called, patient was not one of them.  What he really wanted to be doing right now was...well rather dirty.  Although he was much older than what he had been when he had first shown up at camp for the first time, there was one thing he hadn't grown out of.  That thing, he had to admit, didn't need to be done very often though, not since he had grown into his own and had managed to bed as many people as he could.  But now, at camp, he hadn't gotten laid in a long ass time.  Not to mention that the main people he wanted to fuck right now where, for all intents and purposes, off limits; well at least until he managed to seduce them into doing the naked tango with him.<br/><br/>Grinning at that thought, he looked around and than turned to his brother.  He figured that Zach might find it weird, him leaving now since he hadn't really eaten all that much, but he had an itch to take care of and he really couldn't do that here.  So giving his brother a rather innocent look, he begged to be excused and slipped out of the dining pavilion, sending the rather angry, and flustered, camp director a saucy look over his shoulder.  Since the camp was over flowing with so many children and older half god's, there wasn't as many places to be private as he would have liked.  Usually when he was with a partner though, he didn't care if he was in a private area or not.  Not since he prided himself to be quiet an exhibitionist.  But tonight he didn't really want an audience, or at least the audience he did want was probably unlikely to see him, so looking around, he made his way to the Big House.  At least there he could be alone behind the house, not so many people went there, unless they where injured or seeking out one of the camp directors.<br/><br/>Walking around the building he smirked, wondering who stayed in which room, but shrugging it off as he wasn't about to actually break in and see for himself.  When he got to the back, he leaned up against the building and sighed.  He was happy, really he was.  He didn't have as many responsibilities as his brothers did, since his father was just a little indifferent to his actions.  And he wasn't lonely, or at least not really, this summer was actually the first one he had been without a steady partner, or partners as was the case most of the time.  So the fact that he didn't feel like smiling at the moment confounded him.  What was missing?  Nothing popped into his head, but than again, he didn't really feel like over thinking it.  In fact, he was also well known for his lack of over thinking.<br/><br/>Shoving his hands into the pockets of his jeans, he pulled out a wrinkled pack of Marlboro reds, and his zippo, and lit up.  The smoke made lazy whisps in the air, and he just stood there for a little while, his back to the building and one hand reaching up to rub against the skin of his exposed arm.  When he was done he flicked the cigarette away and ran a hand through his hair.  The image that had been in his head early reared it's head again, and he sucked in air harshly through his mouth.  Something was definitely wrong with him if the mental image of both his camp directors made him weak in certain areas.<br/><br/>A part of him that wasn't weak though, was standing up straight, voicing it's silent approval of his thoughts.  Groaning quietly he slowly worked the button and zipper of his jeans open, and pushed his pants and blue boxers down, so they bunched around his muscled thighs.  The cool air hit his exposed cock, and he shivered slightly.  Softening just a little from the cold, he ran a thumb around the slit and leaned back, his head hitting the back of the wall.  Sliding the palm of his handover his length, he curled his fingers around his hardening shaft and imagined it was someone else's hand pleasuring his cock.