Love and War

sequel to Ain't Love Grand? by Kayla

Disclaimer: Would anyone even believe me if I said they were mine? No, didn't think so. So I'm not going to insult your intelligence by telling you stuff you already know.

Xena backed away slowly through the bushes. What she had just seen surprised her almost as much as the scene with Gabrielle. She'd had an impulse to go rescue Joxer from the clutches of the Big Bad God of War, but...somehow he hadn't seemed all that bad at the moment. It was almost like he...cared for Joxer.

Why not, though. Maybe he's the right one for him. Maybe he can make Joxer forget about how Gabrielle has treated him. Maybe they can make each other happy. Surely even Ares deserves some happiness. Deep in thought, she walked back into town.

Xena hesitated outside the temple. It had taken her a few hours to reach it, and during that time, she had done some heavy thinking. Gathering herself, she stepped inside.

She looked around the chamber, empty of any priests or worshippers. Then again, it wasn't a frequently used temple, much too out of the way for the casual person. Still, it suited her needs. In the flickering light of the torches, she cleared her throat.

"Um, Ares. Well, maybe I should call you Father. That is what you really are. I may have wanted to deny it, but it is the truth." She paused uncomfortably, then seated herself on the steps leading up to the dais.

"I...just thought I'd say a few thing, get them off my chest. Because, well, I saw you with Joxer...back at the stream. You...seemed to, I don't know, really care for him. Which is more than Gabrielle ever tried to show. He...needed someone, and you were there for him. That's not something I ever expected from you." She sighed.

Ares jerked awake as he heard a rather unusual prayer from a very unexpected person. Xena? Checking that Joxer was still asleep, he gently kissed the fragile man and headed for the little-used temple that was the source of prayer.

He materialized, keeping himself invisible to her. He cocked his head as she continued.

"You're here now, aren't you? I can feel you, you know. Like before, at the marketplace. I wasn't sure, but then I saw you with Joxer..."

Ares smiled, but remained unseen.

"I, um, saw Gabrielle when I went back to town. She's...well, let's say she decided not to accompany me anymore. Seems she...found someone more to her liking." Xena let out a small laugh. "I don't know how you managed that little trick, but somehow, I know that is was you. It's fitting, I suppose. After all, she did say she could find better than Joxer on a street corner. I guess she got her wish."

"That kind of reassured me, in a way. I mean, if you'd do that to her just because she hurt Joxer, it must mean you really care for him. I guess what I'm trying to say is...I hope you two are happy together. And don't ever do anything to hurt Joxer, or I'll come after you myself!"

Ares chose that moment to appear. "And what exactly would you do to me?"

Xena looked up at him, not surprised. "I'm hoping never to find out. But he's been hurt enough. He...he deserves better."

Ares gazed at her, trying to gauge the depth of her sincerity. Seeing that she was being totally honest, he sat beside her with a sigh. "Yes, he does."

"Do you...love him?"

He eyed his daughter. Finally, he replied, "Yes, I do. I have for longer than you would think."

"So this wasn't a spur of the moment type of thing?"

Ares snorted. "Hardly." He smirked at Xena. "Why do you think I've been annoying you these last few years? Didn't you ever notice how much more I came around when Joxer was travelling with you?"

Now Xena was surprised. "I always thought you were just trying to get me to come back to you."

"Well, yes, that would have been an added bonus. But...I just couldn't keep myself away from Joxer for long. How do you think he managed to stay alive with all the trouble he can get into?" He laughed. "He never had a clue how often I protected him." He looked at Xena seriously then.

"Xena, you are a child of War, whether or not you had ever acknowledged that fact. You would have made a superb warlord under my guidance. You could have ruled the known world." He let out a regretful sigh. "But, I can't force you to follow me. It has to be your own choice. I may try to change your mind, but I would never make you go against what you feel is right." He snorted. "Just look at Cupid if you don't believe that. Who would have thought that a son of War would end up being a God of Love?"

Xena smiled. "So, all this time you've been annoying me, it's been just a cover for your...less than warlike desires."

"You...could put it that way, yes."

Xena rose awkwardly. "Well, I'm sure you want to get back to Joxer." Do not think about it, you do not need that mental image! "As long as you swear he won't come to any harm from you."

"I can promise you, no one will ever hurt him again. Not without going through me first."

She nodded. "Good." Brushing herself off, she started to go. Before she left, she looked over her shoulder. "It was...nice...talking to you. Father."

Ares quirked a grin at her. "Daughter. Anytime you need me, just call."

"I'll do that."

Ares watched as his daughter left his temple. Well, Joxer will be interested in this little development. I wonder if Xena thought about the fact that he'll practically be her stepfather, now that she's acknowledged her parentage. Laughing heartily, he returned to his lover, wanting them to wake together.

Hercules strolled down the path, listening with an amused ear to Iolaus' running commentary. It had been a fairly dull day; no monsters or other life-threatening disasters had come their way. He brightened as a good-sized town came into view. Oh, finally! I can't wait to find a nice, soft bed to curl up in.

Iolaus noticed his friend's increasingly good mood, and chuckled. "Hey Herc, once we find a place to stay, how about we go to the market to get some supplies. I could really use some new boots." He gestured to the shabby shape of his footwear.

"Sounds like a plan. What are we waiting for?"

"Oh man, did you get a bed as soft as mine? I thought I'd died and gone to the Elysian Fields...again!"

Hercules shook his head, grinning. "You always did like your creature comforts."

"Yeah, well, right now I'd just like some comfortable boots. Come on Herc, let's get shopping!"

The two men strolled through the market, perusing the goods offered by the variety of sellers there. Without warning, Hercules stopped in his tracks, causing Iolaus to collide with him, and almost sending both sprawling to the ground.

"Hey, warn a guy next time you plan on doing that! What's the big idea anyway?"

Hercules gestured to a figure standing close by. "Isn't that Gabrielle?"

"Who? Oh, you mean Xena's pal." He took a closer look. "Sure seems to be. Is there a problem?"

Hercules didn't answer, instead walking over to where the rather unkempt looking woman had crouched. With a sigh, Iolaus followed.

Drawing close, Hercules tapped the woman's shoulder. "Gabrielle?"

A dirty face peered up from behind tangled blond hair. "Yes?"

A bit startled, he managed to stammer out, "Is..is Xena around?"

Gabrielle shrugged casually. "Hmm? I don't know. Haven't seen her."

Iolaus piped up. "Well, don't you usually hang around with her?"

"Oh no, I don't travel with her any more." She said this with a distant look on her face, as if she weren't really present.

The men exchanged a long look. Iolaus leaned closer, then backed away at the smell he encountered. Fanning under his nose, he asked, "Um, why exactly is that?" Did she ditch you because she couldn't get you to take a bath?

A dreamy expression came over Gabrielle. With a girlish giggle, she replied, "I found my real destiny." She indicated a...man?...lying close by, in even worse condition than she was. The flies swarming around him gave mute testimony to how long it had been since soap had come anywhere near him, much less in actual contact. "Isn't he wonderful?"

Hercules and Iolaus gaped at her, shocked. As they watched her move to the sleeping figure, Iolaus whispered, "Has she gone insane!? What is she talking about?"

Before Hercules could answer, a very loud, and extremely smelly, fart sounded. The man sat up with a groan, scratching himself and dislodging a few fleas from their home in his mass of unkempt hair. He glared up at Gabrielle, shoving her away. "Get away from me, woman! I don't need your like hanging about! I told you that yesterday. Take a hint, would you?"

Tears brimmed up in her eyes. "But pooky, I love you! You can't make me go away, you just can't!" She let her bottom lip tremble. "Oh, please! I'll do anything you want me to. I can cook, or clean; I'll get a job, make some money. I'll take care of you, support you. You'll never want for anything ever again! Don't leave me! Marry me and make me yours!"

He growled, trying to brush of her clutching hands. "I said, back off!" Finally freeing himself, he shambled off without a backward glance.

Gabrielle stared after him forlornly. She sniffled, ignoring the snot that had started to drip from her nose.

Picking his jaw up off the ground, Iolaus turned from the pitiful sight. "Herc? Something is seriously wrong here."

"I think you could say that, yes."

"I mean, Gabrielle? In love with...that?"

Hercules' face darkened. "I smell the gods' interference here."

Oh. I thought that was her. "What, like maybe one of Cupid's arrows or something?"

"Maybe. He has a temple nearby, I think it's time to pay my nephew a visit." He sighed. Reluctantly, he added, "I guess we should bring her with us."

"Yeah. Great idea. Think you can convince her to take a bath first?"

They stared at Gabrielle grimly.

Dragging the struggling and protesting woman behind them, Hercules and Iolaus entered Cupid's temple.

"Let me go! Larnus! Larnus, help me!" She bit Hercules, causing the demi-god to lose his hold on her. She twisted away, cursing futilely when strong arms wrapped around her, lifting her off the floor. Screeching, she kicked out, landing a few sharp blows on Hercules' legs.

Irritated beyond belief, Hercules shouted, "That's it! Iolaus, get me a rope from our stuff."

Wide-eyed, the man complied. In short order, Gabrielle was trussed up, a gag firmly in place. "Finally." Hercules wiped his forehead, wincing as he pulled at a few bruises that were starting to form. Glaring around the chamber, he bellowed, "Cupid!" Foot tapping, he waited impatiently.

"Oh yeah, babe. Just like that!" Cupid panted as his cock was engulfed over and over again by a warm, wet mouth. He bucked his hips sharply as he came, shouting loudly.

A spiky-haired form popped up from between his thighs. Pale eyes glinted at him mischievously. "Mmmm. Finger-lickin' good!"

Cupid moaned, wings fanning gently behind him. "That...wasn't exactly...my finger you were...licking."

"Aw, damn. Ya noticed!" Flicking his tongue sensuously across his lips, Strife crawled up into his sated lover's lap. "I wouldn't mind some payback right about now, ya know?" He pushed his erection into Cupid's firm stomach, leaving a wet trail behind.

Grinning, Cupid shoved Strife over onto his back, hands caressing the soft skin of his thighs. Opening his mouth, he bent and guided his lover's entire length into his welcoming throat.

"Oh, fuck!" Strife gasped. Throwing his head back, he began to thrust up erratically, groaning as he felt his cock being massaged by strong muscles. His movements sped up, and he threaded his fingers through Cupid's blond hair to pull his head down. Shoving his cock in all the way, he came with a howl.

Cupid swallowed quickly, not letting a drop escape. Finally, Strife pushed him away with a whimper, and they collapsed in a tangled heap. The two gods held each other, hands soothing quivering flesh. Suddenly, Cupid jerked upright, his abrupt movement toppling his lover off the bed.

"Hey! What tha fuck..." Strife glowered up at the naked, sweaty figure above him. "Ya got a problem or somethin'!?"

Cupid leaned over and kissed him soundly. "Sorry 'bout that, babe. Someone just called me rather loudly."

Strife rolled his eyes. "So? Ignore 'em and fuck me again."

Cupid's eyes dilated, and he pulled Strife up onto the bed, running a hand down his back. Reaching the curve of his ass, he dipped a finger between the cheeks, circling the stretched opening there. "I'd love to. Problem is, it's Uncle Herc that called. If I don't get down there, he'll just start busting up my temple. I so hate it when he does that!"

Strife pouted. "So, ya just gonna leave me here, all needy..."

Cupid licked the protruding lip. "Aw, don't be like that. I'll be right back, promise. And I'll make it worth the wait."

"You better." Strife reached down to stroke his slowly hardening cock, leering at his lover. Cupid swallowed, then flashed out.

Cupid appeared in his temple, clothed and extremely horny. Narrowing his eyes at his uncle, he threw himself into a chair, leaning forward expectantly. "Well?"

Hercules pointed at Gabrielle. "I don't know what you did to her, but I want you to fix it now!"

Cupid curled a lip at the bedraggled figure. "What, you need a god to get her to bathe? Although granted, she is pretty bad off."

"No! Take off whatever love spell you stuck on her!"

Cupid cocked his head. "Yep, there's a love spell. Ain't one of mine, though. Looks like one of Mom's potions. Sorry, can't help."

Hercules gritted his teeth. "Fine. We'll go right to the source, then. Aphrodite!"

After a few minutes, a very annoyed Goddess of Love appeared. Her clothing and hair were slightly mussed, as if she had been...enjoying herself.

Oh, poor Hephy. He's, like, so majorly not pleased with this. We haven't gotten to be alone together in...hours! I'll have to make it up to him when I get back. She wrinkled her nose at the bound woman. "Ewww, grody! What is that?"

Cupid snorted.

Temper flaring, Hercules snapped, "That is Gabrielle! And you are going to take off the love spell you put on her. Look at what it's done to her already!"

"What! I haven't gone near blondie!" She took a closer look. "Although, that is one of my potions."

"Look, I don't care who did it, just fix it!"

"Woah! No can do, bro! That baby is permanent. Sorry."

Very frustrated now, Hercules stomped toward her. "What do you mean, permanent?"

"Like, not gonna go away, can't take it off, you know?" She thought for a moment. "I don't make those kind up usually. Last one, I gave to Ares. But that was a few years back. Still, I'd bet that's what did it." She shrugged. "Not my prob. Like I said, there's no way to fix that. She's stuck. Better make wedding arrangements!" With a giggle, she faded away.

Cupid smirked. "Hey, which one of you is gonna give the bride away? Although, might I suggest a dunk in the nearest river first?" Laughing, he left in a shower of golden sparkles.

Iolaus glanced at his fuming friend. "Um, Herc? What are we going to do now?"

Snarling, the demi-god picked up Gabrielle and stalked out. "We're going to see Ares."

Strife closed his eyes and stretched, purring. He ran his hands over his chest, idly playing with the hard little nipples there. Licking his fingers, he moved them back down, circling the stiff peaks and pinching them gently. He gasped at the cool sensation of a gust of air rushing over the damp skin. Opening his eyes, he looked up to see Cupid standing over him.

Cupid hungrily devoured his lover, lust burning in his eyes as his wings fanned to create a cool breeze. Blood surged to his cock once more as Strife shivered on the wide bed, goosebumps forming on his pale flesh. He undressed with a thought, and moved quickly to cover him with his own warm body. "Having fun without me?"

Strife grinned and licked Cupid's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "Mmmm. Jus' tryin' ta stay ready fer ya. How'd your little meetin' with Herc go?"

Cupid moaned, trying to concentrate. "Um...just...ah!...just fine. He...lower, right there...yeah!...he had Xena's little tagalong with him...Gods, harder!" He writhed against his lover's wicked tongue.

Strife chuckled as he sucked and licked his way over Cupid's chest. He wriggled down, fingers brushing mischievously across sensitive skin. Darting his tongue into the small indentation of Cupid's navel, he murmured, "Go on."

Cupid moved up onto his hands and knees to give Strife better access for whatever he wanted to do. "Wha...?" Shaking his head to clear it some, he went on shakily. "Oh, um, she has this...shit, more!...this love spell on her, Uncle Herc thought I did it." He panted heavily, thrusting his hips in a vain attempt to bring his cock into contact with some part of his lover's body.

"Ooohhh. Didja?" He reached around to knead the soft round globes of Cupid's ass, biting at his thighs softly.

"N...n...no. Oh, please!" He flung his head back as one finger, then two, slipped inside him, crooking to press against the gland there. He grunted at the intense sensations, pushing backwards.

"So? Who did?"

Whimpering with need, Cupid rocked frantically, then cursed with loss as Strife removed his so talented fingers.

"Well?"

"You are so gonna pay for this!"

"Yeah, yeah. There ya go makin' promises again...C'mon, give!" He resumed his licking over Cupid's taut stomach, nibbling the firm muscles there.

Cupid growled, giving in. "It was one of Mom's potions, but she'd...fuck, don't you dare stop!...given it to Dad a few years back. Must've been him."

Grinning triumphantly, Strife scooted back up and pulled Cupid's head down for a deep kiss. Without warning, he pulled away then flipped over, raising his ass and backing it down onto Cupid's dripping cock.

Cupid gasped as his cock slid smoothly into the already slick opening. Rearing back onto his knees, he grabbed the slim hips in front of him and began a merciless pounding rhythm.

Strife shouted as he was filled again and again. He bucked back frantically. "Harder flyboy! Ya can do bettah than that!"

Snarling, Cupid thrust even more forcefully, the bed swaying with every movement. He bent forward again, releasing one hip to reach around and take hold of Strife's erection.

Strife moaned. He rocked his body between the hard cock and the tight fist of his lover. Shuddering, he came with a hoarse yell, ass clenching around Cupid's length.

Feeling Strife's orgasm, Cupid released the softening flesh and pushed his lover down flat, spreading his legs wide. Arms braced on either side of the limp godling's chest, he pounded into the unresisting flesh. With a loud cry, he came, releasing his seed deep inside Strife's body. Breathing harshly, he pulled out and flopped down beside him, holding him close.

They lay snuggled together for a while, pulses slowing as they kissed lazily. Strife raised his head. "So, why would Unc put a love spell on blondie?"

Cupid shrugged, petting Strife's soft white skin. "Beats me."

"Anytime." Strife leered at Cupid, who groaned exhaustedly.

"Stop that!" He swatted his lover's ass, leaving a faint pink palm print. "Uncle Herc wants to find out too, so he's headed to one of Dad's temples."

"Cool. Well, why don't we go check it too. Bet Unc would like a little warning 'bout him comin'. 'Sides, could be a real blast...literally!"

With a last kiss, the young gods dressed and disappeared.

For the second time in as many days, Joxer woke in Ares' bed. This time, however, he wasn't confused at all. Rolling onto his side, he watched the sleeping form of his God. His eyes traveled over the muscular form, and he reached a hesitant hand out to stroke the naked flesh. Inevitably, his gaze fell upon the organ which had given him so much pleasure the night before.

Glancing up quickly, he assured himself of the Ares' continued slumber. He wiggled closer, returning his gaze to the soft flesh of the War God's cock. He reached down to pet it gently, eyes widening as it began to grow within his grasp. Remembering what had been done to him, he bent his head down. Darting his tongue out, he lapped quickly over the head. Finding nothing disgusting in the taste, he repeated the action.

He watched as a drop of fluid leaked out the tip, then gathered himself and licked it up. He instantly became addicted to the tangy flavor. Shifting for a better angle, he opened his mouth, then hesitantly lowered it over the dripping head. Suckling softly, he pushed his tongue into the tiny slit, savoring the taste he found there. He lowered his head again, trying to take in more of the length. When it hit the back of his throat, he gagged suddenly. Strong hands cradled his head, lifting him back up.

"Easy, now. You don't have to try to take it all the first time."

The husky voice startled Joxer, and he scrambled up. Blushing, he stared down at the bed. "I'm...sorry. I...I thought you were sleeping."

His confused whisper struck Ares' heart. Sitting up, he gathered the man close. "Hey, what are you sorry for? I was enjoying it."

Joxer peered up at him with a shy grin. "Really? I wasn't...doing it wrong?"

Ares kissed him gently. "Nothing you want to do with me is wrong. I'm yours to explore!" He flung himself back, arms and legs spread wide in invitation.

Joxer stared at the expanse of bronze skin laid out before him, and felt his own arousal surge. Desperately trying to think of everything Ares had done to make him feel good, he reached out once more. Pressing a sweet kiss onto the god's lips, he moaned as they opened to allow him entrance. Timidly, he pushed his tongue inside, meeting it's twin so they twined about each other. Flushed and panting, he pulled back.

Squirming a bit so his own erection pressed against Ares' thigh, he lowered his head to a hard nipple, licking swiftly. He felt a hand cup the back of his head, sliding gently through his hair. Taking this as a sign of encouragement, he sucked the nipple into his warm mouth, clutching the god's waist and rocking against him.

Through sheer force of will, Ares restrained himself from flipping Joxer over and fucking him through the bed. Gods but he learns fast! He rubbed along his love's slim back, beginning to writhe as Joxer's explorations became ever more bold. He arched up as he felt a soft kiss placed upon the head of his leaking cock. A soft whisper drifted up.

"I like the way you taste." Joxer met Ares' gaze, blushing.

Ares simply grinned wickedly. "Well, feel free to try some anytime."

Joxer ducked his head bashfully, then resumed his light touches. He traced the veins on Ares rigid cock, then licked down the entire length. He buried his nose in the dark curls at the base, inhaling the intimate scent of his lover. Lover. Ares is my lover. Oh wow! He paused for a moment, steadying himself. Then he moved a hand to enclose Ares' balls, rolling them carefully between his fingers.

Ares tossed his head back and forth, trying not to scare Joxer by thrusting up suddenly. His hands clutched the bedcovers, fingers turning white as his grip tightened. He lifted his knees up, tilting his hips.

Joxer gasped sharply as Ares puckered opening came into view. He pressed gently against it with a finger. That's where he was...in me. How did he fit? He started as oil began to leak from his lover, leaving a glistening trail down the cleft of his ass. He looked up, questioning.

Ares groaned. "In me. Joxer, I want you in me." At the bewildered look on his precious mortal's face, he grinned. "Just do what I did last night."

Joxer swallowed and nodded. Right. Just...do what he did. He pressed harder with his finger, moaning as it sank into the tight heat of Ares' ass. He moved it gently in and out, adding another finger as he felt the grip on him loosen. His movements sped up a bit, and he didn't notice when he began to whimper, thrusting himself against the soft bed.

Ares did, however. "Joxer. Now. Do it now."

"But--"

"Now! Please!"

Reluctantly, Joxer removed his fingers from the pulsing grip of Ares body, then raised himself up. Biting his lip, he took hold of his cock, now oiled as well, and placed it against the loosened entrance. Pressing forward, he gasped as he sunk into the slick passage. Distantly, he felt Ares' legs wrap around his waist, but he was lost in the new sensations that overwhelmed him. Fighting for control, he stared into Ares eyes as he began to move.

Ares grunted at the brief pain of being entered, but the sight of Joxer as he battled to keep from cumming instantly made him smile. Swiftly, he circled Joxer's waist with his legs, pulling him close. He met his love's gaze at the movements began. Each slow glide into him made him groan with passion, his body twisting to achieve more stimulation. More. Need... "Joxer!" he gasped out. "Lean forward!"

Joxer stared at him, confused, but complied. He shouted as his next thrust made the hard body under him convulse, muscles tightening even more around his cock. Unable to resist that feeling, his pace quickened.

Yes! Oh yes, finally! He bucked against the Joxer as the gland inside him was pounded with every stroke. Without even touching his own cock, Ares exploded, reaching up to hold Joxer close as he shook with passion.

Joxer felt the spasming of Ares' ass around him as the god came. The tight massaging of his sensitive cock served to literally pull his own orgasm from him. With a loud cry, he thrust in one last time, spilling his essence into his lover. Drained, he fell limply onto the muscled chest under him.

Ares stroked Joxer's trembling form, murmuring husky words of love against the sweat slicked skin. Abruptly, Joxer pulled away. Ares watched him, waiting.

With a mock frown, Joxer poked Ares stomach. "You're all sticky!"

Ares snorted. "Well, whose fault is that?"

Joxer giggled. "Well, if it's my fault you made a mess, maybe I should clean it up." With that, he bent to lick the evidence of Ares' completion from his lightly furred skin, loving the taste of his lover.

Ares chuckled, glad that Joxer was becoming more relaxed with him. He quirked an eyebrow. "Oh no. Looks like you got some on yourself, too. Better let me take care of that!" He pounced, holding down the laughing, squirming man while he licked him clean. Finished, he moved up so he could nibble on one of Joxer's earlobes. "So, did you enjoy yourself?"

Joxer's skin heated as he blushed all over. He curled into Ares, hiding his face in his chest and squeaking out a muffled "Yes."

"Mmmm. I'm glad. Did I tell you that I have a remarkably quick recovery time?" To demonstrate the validity of this, he pressed his cock, which was beginning to harden again, against Joxer.

Joxer looked at him, eyes wide. His own cock began to swell to match his lover's.

"Oh, good. You do too!" With a wide grin, Ares rolled Joxer onto his stomach. He smoothed a hand down his back, peppering it with light kisses. Shifting, he spread the man's legs and sprawled between them, eyeing the delectable ass now directly in front of him.

"Ares? What are you doing?" Joxer tried to twist his head around to see what was going on.

"Hush, love. Trust me, you'll like this." Not being one to leave a man in suspense, he parted the milky cheeks to expose Joxer's puckered opening. The sight of the reddened flesh, still slightly stretched from the previous night, inflamed him. Leaning down, he kissed the sensitive skin, darting his tongue out to lick across it.

Joxer grunted in disbelief. Feeling he should pull away from what was surely a disgusting thing for Ares to be doing, he could only press back farther against that wicked tongue.

Ares blew across the wet hole, making it twitch. Returning his mouth there, he circled it with his tongue, pushing the tip inside. With no warning, he thrust in with it as far as it could go.

Joxer screamed, drawing his legs up under him and bucking backwards. He writhed uncontrollably as the moist intruder probed inside him, imitating the movements of Ares' cock the night before. He rubbed himself frantically against the bed covers, clenching tight to keep the mobile muscle inside him.

Cupid flushed at the sounds he heard through the door to his father's bedroom, groaning as he felt himself harden once more. Oh, man! I so do not need to think about my Dad like this!

Strife smirked at the Love God's obvious arousal, licking his lips. Yummy. He looks real hot all red an' tremblin' like that. If I'da known he'd get turned on by Ares fuckin', I'da taken advantage of it a long time ago! He tapped Cupid's shoulder, making the winged god turn, startled. "Ya know, I get tha feelin' Unc wouldn't take too kindly ta bein' interrupted right now."

"Um...yeah. Guess not." Embarrassed, he backed away, not meeting Strife's eyes.

Strife smothered a wicked laugh. "C'mon. Let's get ta Unc's temple. We can wait for tha show ta begin there. And, we ain't gonna be the ones gettin' fried for interruptin' him!"

"Right. Let's, uh, let's go."

Strife and Cupid entered Ares' temple just in time to see Hercules dump a sodden bundle on the floor. Making sure to stay invisible, they settled into place in an alcove that would shield them from any stray bits of...whatever, ready to enjoy the show.

"You know, Herc. You didn't exactly have to dump her in the river like that. I'm sure she would have washed if you'd asked her to." Iolaus took a step back at the expression that appeared on Hercules' face. "Oooo...kay, never mind." With a look around the oppressive temple, he moved toward an alcove, deciding it would be prudent to stay out of the way of Hercules' temper...and Ares' for that matter. He leaned against the wall, unknowing of the frantic scrambling Cupid and Strife went through to avoid bumping him and giving themselves away.

Deciding now was as good a time as any, Hercules let out a loud bellow. "Ares!" When he received no answer, he snarled and began hurling things around, breaking them against walls and floors.

Iolaus ducked reflexively, grateful for the cover he'd found. This is not going to be good. The conversation that was going on beside him was totally lost to him.

"Woah! Was he gonna do that in your place?" Strife looked on in disbelief.

"Yep. It's what he does when he wants attention. Between you and me, he didn't get spanked enough as a kid." Cupid shook his head at his uncle's very childish behavior.

"Ares is not gonna like this. But...I sure am! This is gonna be good!"

Ares pulled away from the quivering heap that was Joxer. The small mewling sounds flowing from the man's throat did nothing to sway him as he kept a tight grip on his lover's cock, keeping him from cumming.

"Please...Ares, please! I have to...let me..." Joxer babbled out, begging for release.

Ares smirked, causing a strip of leather to take the place of his hand so he could have both free. Joxer thrust futilely against the bed, the pressure from the leather not allowing him any relief. His desperate movements drove Ares on, and he oiled himself. Moving over Joxer, he pulled the man onto his hands and knees, driving himself through the loosened ring in one swift motion.

He set up a fast pace, making sure every movement he made caused him to rub against that gland. Holding Joxer in a grip that would leave dark bruises on the pale skin, he pounded in relentlessly.

Joxer shuddered, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. He needed to cum; if he could just get that damned leather off! Sobbing, he knew he was totally under Ares' power, and he gave himself up to the fierce pounding.

Ares knew he was about to reach his pleasure. His rhythm faltered as he heard his name shouted irreverently. Some part of his brain registered the fact that it was Hercules, in one of his temples, but he was too wrapped up in the business at hand. Wiping thoughts of anything else from his mind, he pressed harder into the willing flesh under him.

As he began to cum, he spared a thought to release Joxer's cock from its restriction. They came together, Joxer shaking and screaming hoarsely before collapsing into a limp puddle.

Ares pulled gently out of the abused flesh, checking to make sure he hadn't hurt the man. The lack of blood reassured him. He frowned at the bruises forming on Joxer's hips, then smiled possessively. Well, as long as he doesn't complain about them, why worry? As he looked at the swollen red ring that even now dripped with his juices, he snickered at the thought of the difficulty the mortal would have walking.

Joxer rolled over wearily. "What's so funny?"

Ares kissed his swollen lips, sucking on them gently. "Nothing, love."

"Oh, OK." His stomach growled, making Ares laugh out loud. With a wave of his hand, he produced a meal large enough to feed a dozen men. Joxer smiled at him gratefully and, sitting up with a wince, attacked the food.

Ares watched him, stroking a finger lazily up and down a pale leg. Suddenly, he bolted upright as he finally notice what was going on in his temple. He snarled viciously, startling Joxer, who stared at him apprehensively. Claming, he soothed his lover. "Not you, precious. It seems I have a...problem to take care of in one of my temples. I...need to go. I'll get back as quick as I can, all right?"

Joxer pouted, but nodded. "I guess. I'll just finish eating then."

"Good." Snatching one more kiss, he stood and dressed himself. "Be back soon...don't go away!"

"Never," Joxer answered seriously, drawing forth a relieved grin from the God of War.

Ares' gaze flickered over Joxer's rumpled, well-fucked figure. Damn you, Hercules! You will pay for this interruption! Scowling, he flashed out.

Ares appeared in his temple, eyes flashing with fury. He darted a glance off to the side, where his son and nephew stood giggling in an alcove next to an oblivious Iolaus. Rolling his eyes, he then focused his attention on his half-brother. "What is your problem!" he spat out.

Glaring at him, Hercules moved to the side, revealing Gabrielle, who had definitely seen better days.

Ares smirked at her condition. Satisfaction welled up in him, and he let out a laugh. "Well, looks like the bitch finally got what she deserved! Although, come to think of it, I kind of pity that Larnus guy. I mean, looks what he's going to have to put up with! And she's extremely hard to avoid -- just ask Xena!"

Hercules launched himself at the god, fury overwhelming him. Latching onto Ares' neck, he hissed, "What in Hades did you do to her? Fix it!"

Breaking the demi-god's hold easily, Ares curled his lip into a sneer. "You demand that of me? Me? Even if I could, I would do nothing to reverse her situation. It's a moot point anyway; Aphrodite is the only one who can remove one of her own spells."

Hercules turned and pounded a fist into a column, cracking it. Ares moved to fix it before it could crumble. "Do you mind?"

The demi-god exploded. "She can't take it off. It's permanant!"

Ares shrugged nonchalantly. "Well then, looks like you're shit outta luck, there."

"If you won't fix her, I'll find a god who will."

Ares scoffed, "Yeah, good luck. Who do you think would be able to help you?"

"Zeus." Hercules smirked triumphantly.

Ares closed his eyes, shaking his head. "You really do think highly of yourself, don't you?"

Hercules just glared. "Father!" came yet another loud cry.

Iolaus hung his head. Gods, but this is getting old! He seriously contemplated making a run for it, but decided any sudden movements on his part might just attract more attention than he wanted at the moment. He slunk farther back into the shadows.

Zeus smiled and moved closer to his wife. He'd finally managed to charm his way back into her good graces (and not incidentally, her bed), and he was eager to get reacquainted. Just as he reached out to take hold of her smiling form, a cry from his youngest son interrupted. Torn, his hand wavered.

Hera's eyes narrowed. "Zeus. So help me, if you even think about answering that call, it will be a cold day in Tartarus before you get another chance at me!"

"But dear! He needs me!"

"I need you!" she hissed in response.

"Look, I won't be long. I swear." Giving her a hopeful look, he flashed out quickly.

Hera let out a very unladylike curse. You will regret that, husband!

Zeus materialized in his eldest son's temple. He noticed his grandsons positively convulsed with laughter, rolling on the floor. He sighed in a very fatherly manner. He then turned to his sons.

"Dad! Ares put a spell on Gabrielle that won't come off. Fix it!"

Zeus blinked. Is that Hercules whining at me? And giving me orders, too? He frowned. "Ares, what's going on here."

Hercules beamed, sure he'd found a way to win. He always did like me better!

With an exasperated sigh, Ares quickly showed his father his memories of the previous day, leaving nothing out.

Zeus was stunned. Ares? In love? I...I never knew. He was happy for his dark son, who had never really known true joy in his life. I'll have to make sure Joxer stays around for a long time. He's good for my boy. He turned to his other son, for the first time realizing that the spoiled child had, quite simply, grown into an equally spoiled man.

He shook his head, "Sorry Hercules. Ares' punishment stands. She is as she will remain."

Aghast, Hercules gaped at his father. But...but... "You can't do that!"

Zeus gave him a stern look. "I'm the king of the gods. Who's going to stop me?" He turned away sadly. "Son, I seriously think you're overdue for a little discipline." He looked at Ares. "See that he learns a few manners, would you?" With that, he returned to Olympus, readying himself for a good grovel.

Iolaus watched him go, then finally stepped forward. Clearing his throat, he attracted the attention of a smug God of War. "Um, Ares? Would you, uh, mind telling me...what exactly Gabrielle did? To make you do this?"

He cocked his head, picking up on the man's sincere desire to understand. Ignoring his half-brother's protests that it didn't matter what had happened, he gave the hunter a quick run-through of what she had done to Joxer, and why her punishment was fitting.

For the first time, Iolaus found himself sympathizing with the warrior wanna-be. Poor guy. But why would Ares care about that? He studied the god for a moment, then realization struck. Oh...my...gods. Ares. And Joxer. Oh. He blushed, much to Strife's amusement.

"Ooohhh, he's almost as cute as you when he does that, Cupe!"

Cupid frowned, placing a proprietary hand around his cousin's waist.

"Oh right! You expect us to believe that you did that to her to get back for Joxer? Please!" Hercules' skepticism rang through clearly.

Getting very fed up now, Ares concentrated.

Suddenly, Xena found herself stand back in the temple she had left not too long ago. She took in the scene.

"Xena, would you be so good as to explain the my idiot of a brother what happened yesterday?"

She glanced at the still-struggling bundle that had been her companion for so long. Looking directly at the irate demi-god, she replied, "Certainly, Father." Ignoring his stunned expression, she then proceeded to confirm Ares' story.

Hercules stared at her in disbelief. He frowned. "You're not really Xena!" he accused.

Xena glared at him, then calmly walked over and, with her fingers, applied a sudden intense pressure to a certain spot at the side of his neck. He gasped and crumpled, growing pale as the blood ceased flowing to his brain. "As you may have figured out by now, I've cut off the blood supply to your brain. Not that I think that will do much to you, since you obviously aren't too keen on using it anyway. Nevertheless, you have less than 30 seconds to live. Believe me now?"

Hercules nodded frantically, gasping for air as she twisted her fingers to reverse the effects.

"Thank you, daughter. That was very effective."

Strife and Cupid chose that moment to make their presence known to the others, startling Iolaus, who jumped away. Cupid was clapping loudly as he came into view. "Bravo, Sis!"

Strife giggled as he added, "Yeah. That was, like, almost worthy of me!"

"Gee, thanks." She looked at her father. "Would you mind sending me back now? I have things to do. And could you at least let Gabrielle go? Hercules doesn't seem to be up to it." She gave the woman who had been her best friend for so long one last look. Then she noticed Iolaus, who was staring at Hercules like he'd also lost his best friend. Understanding how he felt, she called, "Iolaus!"

Turning to her, Iolaus noticed again how very...well endowed she was, and his mind flashed back to their brief time together in that bath...

Waving a hand in front of his eyes, she smiled when the finally focused on her. "Would you like to come with me? Looks like we're both short a partner now."

With a sexy grin, Iolaus linked arms with her. "What are we waiting for?"

Ares laughed, sending the two back to where he had found Xena, reassuring the blond hunter that he wouldn't kill Hercules. Or even hurt him...permanently. He even went so far as to supply the man with a new pair of boots, which the War God had noticed he desperately needed. He then released Gabrielle, who took the chance to scurry out, plaintive cries of "Larnus!" echoing behind her.

Hercules still knelt on the floor, dumbstruck.

Ares looked pointedly at the two younger gods. "Boys, it's time your Uncle Hercules and I had a nice, long chat. Do be kind enough to give us some privacy, would you?"

"No prob, Unc. We got bettah things ta do!" Strife wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

Ares was interested in how Cupid squirmed, refusing to meet his father's gaze. It's not like him to be shy about anything sexual. Wonder what's going on?

Cupid grabbed Strife close. Finally lifting his eyes, he flushed as he looked directly at his father. "Um, congratulations, by the way." Hurriedly, he left, dragging Strife with him.

With a shrug, Ares turned back to Hercules. "So. Let's...talk"

Elated from finally being able to give the uppity demi-god what he so richly deserved, Ares reappeared next to his bed, staring down at Joxer's still-naked form. Love and lust surged over him once more. "I'm hungry," he whispered in voice filled with passion.

Joxer looked up at him, smiling, clueless as to the scene that had just been enacted in Ares' temple. "There's still plenty of food left. Dig in!"

Ares cleared the bed of every trace of the meal, undressing and moving to straddle his lover. "Who said anything about food?" Growling, he latched onto Joxer's mouth, devouring him.

Finit

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