Ares watched over the Queen of the Gods with a heavy heart. She went through her Olympian business mechanically, never quite aware of anything but the pain she felt inside. The waves of heartbreak crashed over him, giving him quite the headache.
He'd waited several days, hoping the God of War had only been bluffing. However, he began thinking that it was time to pay Cupid a visit. Ares could sense the God in his Olympian temple and materialized in the main room.
"Cupid, we need to talk."
The black-winged God rose from the sofa he'd been lounging on. "I have no business with you, God of Love."
"I want you to bring back Joxer."
Cupid threw his head back and let out a roaring laugh. "And why should I do that? My good friend Brutus is having way too much fun with him."
"Aphrodite is so heartbroken, she can no longer do her job."
"And I'm supposed to care because"
Ares tried to put on his best sad puppy look, complete with sexy pout. "Please, Cupid. Bring him back."
Cupid turned, materializing his throne at the far end of the room, and sat facing the God of Love. "What will I gain from bringing him back?"
"One of your best warriors will be back in Greece"
"But he never fought for me, only for his own beliefs. There is nothing to be gained from his return to Greece. But if you want him back so much, what would you be willing to do for his return?"
A sly smile crossed Ares' face as he crossed the room to Cupid's throne. "I'm sure I can think of something."
Ares kneeled on the ledge below the throne and ran his hands up the leather-clad thighs of the War God. He felt a thrill of victory when he heard the God hiss at the sensations.
"I'm certain we can come to a suitable arrangement."
"And what makes you think I'd be interested in your arrangements?"
"Cuz, babe, you haven't had the best till you've had Love."
"Well try taking that to the battlefield."
"I don't think so. I'm a lover, not a fighter."
Any words that were about to come out of Cupid's mouth froze in his throat as Ares began unlacing his pants. Those oh so skilled hands soon found his already stiff cock and began running up and down its length. He let out a deep groan as Ares' mouth joined his hands and began gently sucking the tip.
Cupid reached down, wrapping his hand in the Love God's dark mane, and pulled him up for a deep kiss. He then led Ares into the bedroom and shoved him face first onto the bed. Ares began turning around to face Cupid, but he was pushed back down onto the bed. He suddenly felt cool air against his skin and realized Cupid must have removed his clothes. He yelped as he felt a stinging against his backside.
"Did you like that, Ares? Does the pain turn you on?"
When the Love God didn't answer, Cupid spanked him again, but with much more force.
"You will answer when I speak to you."
"Yes Cupid."
"Good. Now tell me what you want."
Ares didn't answer. He adored being dominated like this, but he didn't want to make it too easy for Cupid. That was no fun. He winced as he felt another slap against his ass.
"You don't listen well, now do you. Now tell me what I want to hear."
"Fuck me," Ares whispered.
"What was that? I thought I heard you say something." Cupid's face broke into a feral grin.
"I want you to fuck me! Fuck me until I can't walk straight!"
"Whatever you say."
Without preparation, Cupid swiftly plunged into the tight flesh of Ares' ass. Ares cried out, in pain or in pleasure Cupid didn't know, or care. All he could think of was the hot flesh that surrounded his cock. He pulled out and plunged back in, keeping up a steady rhythm until the inevitable climax took hold of him. He felt the body beneath him shiver with its own orgasm, and he collapsed on the God's back.
When he'd regained his breath, Cupid clothed them both with a wave of his hand and stood, watching the Love God.
"You know Ares, you may be a pansy-assed wimp, but I've gotta admit, you're a pretty good fuck."
Ares smiled sexily at the War God. "You're not so bad yourself. Now, what about Joxer?"
"I can't bring him back to Greece. He'll interfere in my plans for Nebula."
"But"
"Hold on a second. Here's what I will do"
* * *
Aphrodite was tossing and turning in her sleep again. She kept dreaming the same dream of that unforgettable night with Joxer. She did her best to avoid waking up, knowing she'd only turn over in an empty bed, reminding her of the same emptiness in her heart. Without opening her eyes, she woke up from her dreams. This morning would be like every other, she knew. She'd turn over and hope she'd see his face again, but there would be no one there.
After steeling herself for yet another disappointment, she opened here eyes. She gasped as she saw that she was facing someone's back, a pale and severely scarred back. For a moment she feared she'd finally gone insane with her desire for the mortal. She reached out to trace one particularly long scar that appeared to have just begun healing, and heard a gasp from the man beside her. He turned over onto his back and their eyes met.
"Joxer?!"
He opened his mouth, but no words came out. His eyes filled with love and shone with tears as he reached out a hand to touch her face, reassuring himself that she wasn't just a dream.
"How did you get here?"
"I I don't know. The last I remember was lying in a Roman dungeon."
"What have they done to you?"
"The scars will heal. I'll be all right."
She wrapped her arms around him and tucked her face into his neck. "I was so scared I would never see you again."
He closed his eyes, enjoying the feel of her in his arms. "It's all right. I'm here now."
She raised her head and her lips met his. They held onto each other tighter as their passion overcame them. They were so focused on each other they never noticed the two Gods watching them from the other side of the room.
"Just look at them. They are so good together. I told you they belonged together."
"Love, hmph. He'll never be the warrior he once was after this. Just remember our deal."
"Don't worry, I remember. He has to remain on Olympus to serve Aphrodite."
"And if he leaves, I'll have him tracked down and killed. Nothing personal, mind you, but I can't let him get in Nebula's way."
"They're together, and that's all I care about."
"Let's leave them alone."
"Come on. They're so cute together. Don't you want to watch?"
The War God grinned at the Love God. "Why be a spectator when you can play?"
Ares returned Cupid's grin and both Gods popped back to Cupid's Olympian temple.
The End.