Aphrodite entered Zeus' temple giggling. Ares was waiting for her as she'd asked, yet he was lounging on their father's throne as if it were his own. She tossed him the piece of clothing she'd been carrying.
"Here. Put this on."
Ares sighed as he rose and put on the long, flowing robe. "There, is that better?"
"Ares, you forgot something."
Ares grimaced then snapped his fingers. In a flash, his hair had changed from ebony to reddish-blond.
"Oh, you look just perfect. I can't wait till he gets here."
"Dite, remind me never to ask you for a favour again."
"Oh, Arry, it's not so bad. I know you're gonna have fun."
"Yeah, I guess." Ares sat back down and materialized a bowl of cherries to nibble on. "He'll get here, I'll pretend I'm Iphicles, I'll fuck him, then we say our good-byes. No big deal. I guess it could be worse."
"Umm, Arry? There's one little detail I think I forgot to mention."
Ares' eyes were reduced to slits as he glared at his sister. "What detail?"
"Well, this is his fantasy we're fulfilling, and he's always pictured Iphicles as being somewhat, how shall I say it... submissive."
"What!?"
"Now Arry, remember, we're doing a wonderful thing here."
"If you think for one moment I'm gonna let that... that... fuck me, the God of War, then you're a bigger idiot than he is!"
"He's not an idiot! He's just misunderstood! And you will do it -- unless you never want to get it up again this millennia."
"You wouldn't."
"Try me."
Ares' face fell into his hands as he realized he was defeated. It was never wise to piss off the Goddess of Love.
"That's a good boy. Now, he should be here any moment now. I left him wandering around Daddy's garden and he should be done with the roses by now. I'll see you later, bro."
Ares leaned back against the throne as Aphrodite disappeared in her usual shower of glitter and rose petals. He brought another cherry up to his lips to keep his mouth occupied while his mind repeated its own mantra. I can do this. I'm the God of War and I can do anything. I'm not going to let Dite get the best of me. I...
A familiar whistling coming from outside the throne room interrupted his thoughts. He could handle everything -- everything except that annoying song!
Ares quickly arranged himself on the throne. He didn't have to wait long, for within moments the lanky figure came in the doorway, stopping in his tracks the moment he saw Ares in the room.
"Umm, Your Highness. I'm sorry, I..."
"It's all right, Joxer. It appears we're both guests of the Gods." Ares looked over the lanky wannabe warrior and was relieved that he wasn't wearing his usual armour. In fact, the brown suede pants and billowing white shirt looked rather attractive on the man.
A shy smile graced Joxer's features as he looked down at his feet. "Sire, I'm flattered that you remember me."
"Of course I remember you, Joxer." Ares put on one of his most winning smiles. "To tell you the truth, you're the only one of my brother's friend I haven't wanted strangle lately."
Joxer looked up at 'Iphicles' and blushed. It almost looked like the King was trying to flirt with him. But that couldn't be... could it?
"Are you hungry, Joxer?"
"A little, Sire."
"Joxer, call me Iphicles. Why don't you come over here and share some of the fruit that was left for us."
Joxer slowly approached the throne and spied the bowl of cherries in 'Iphicles'' hand. They did look delicious, so he reached out a hand to take one, only to have it knocked away by 'Iphicles'.
"Uh uh uh. Why don't you sit down first." Joxer looked around, but he couldn't see any other chairs. "No, Joxer. Here, on the arm of the throne." Zeus' throne was large and made of marble, and its arms were more than adequate to seat the man.
Joxer looked nervous, momentarily unsure of himself and briefly wondering if this was just some passing fantasy that would end any moment. However, he decided to go along with 'Iphicles' and sat down.
Ares dipped his hand into the bowl and pulled a juicy cherry up by its stem. "Close your eyes, Joxer."
Joxer obediently closed his eyes, thinking that if this was a dream, he might as well enjoy it. Within seconds, he felt a presence at his lips and, guessing that it must be a cherry, opened his mouth. The small round object passed his lips and his teeth and he bit down, tasting the burst of flavour from the cherry's juice. He was pleasantly surprised that there was no pit to dispose of. With a tug, the stem was pulled out of his mouth, leaving the rest of the cherry for Joxer to enjoy.
Once Joxer was finished with the first cherry, Ares brought a second to the man's lips. His lips opened obediently, enjoying being hand-fed by the handsome man next to him.
Ares tugged the stem of another cherry and placed it in his own mouth, biting down to let the juices flow. He reached up a hand behind Joxer's neck and pulled the man down into a kiss.
The taste of the cherry mixed with the taste of the other man blurred Joxer's senses until all he was aware of was himself and the man next to him. This was beyond his wildest fantasies. There he was, kissing the man he'd been longing for ever since Hercules had introduced him to the handsome King of Corinth.
Joxer grew bold, running his hands along the folds of the royal robe until he pushed them away, revealing the lightly tanned skin beneath. When there was no resistance to his actions, Joxer grew even bolder. His fingers twirled in the sprinkling of hair on the man's chest, eventually brushing against 'Iphicles'' nipples, resulting in a quickly indrawn breath.
"Does that feel good?" Joxer said, pulling away reluctantly. He was more than ready to live out this fantasy, but he wanted to make certain they were both enjoying it.
"Gods yes. Don't stop!" Ares was enjoying playing this role -- for the moment. It did have its advantages. And after all, Joxer was a wonderful kisser.
Joxer drew 'Iphicles' into another kiss, slowly moving himself from the arm of the throne to straddle the 'King's' thighs. He hands moved over every inch of the other man's flesh, feeling every muscle rippling under his touch. He grinned into the willing mouth as he brushed up against the other man's arousal.
Ares was almost surprised he'd gotten so hard, so soon. Who'd have thought he'd have this reaction to Joxer of all people? He wasn't that nice to look at -- well, at least not when wearing that stupid armour, which he wasn't wearing at the moment... As Ares ran his hands along Joxer's back, he realized that he was actually quite fit, just more compact. However, one part was definitely not compact -- Ares could feel it pressed against his stomach.
He wanted to just wish their clothing away and fuck Joxer into next week, but he knew if he did he would scare Joxer. The man thought he was Iphicles. He would have to just play along and be patient, so he did the next best thing. Within moments, Joxer's white shirt was lying on the temple floor.
As the men melted into yet another passionate kiss, they shivered as their naked chests pressed against each other.
"That's it! Joxer, I can't take much more of this."
"Me neither," Joxer panted in Ares' ear. His hands quickly undid the other man's pants, setting free the hard, hot, leaking cock within. He pulled away, only to move down and take the cock into his mouth.
Ares was so ready he almost came then and there. The feeling of Joxer's warm mouth surrounding his cock was almost too much.
Ares couldn't think anymore. His entire body was one large cock finely tuned to Joxer's ministrations.
"Gods, Joxer, now!!!"
Joxer released the man's cock and nodded. They both stood quickly, removing their pants before coming together in yet another kiss, their bodies and cocks pressed tightly against each other. Joxer pulled away and whispered in Ares' ear.
"I want to fuck you. Now."
Never before had Ares thought those words would ever do anything for him other than angering him, but now they only made him need Joxer more. He spoke the truth for the first time since Joxer had entered the room.
"No one has ever taken me before."
Joxer eyes weren't mocking or taunting, only filled with understanding and a powerful need. "If you don't want to..."
This was his way out, but he realized he needed this as much as Joxer did. "I want to."
Joxer smiled brilliantly. He pulled Ares into one more kiss before pushing him toward the throne. Ares turned and leaned over one cool marble arm, bracing himself against the other arm.
What happened next, Ares didn't expect. Joxer's wet tongue slid against the tight ring of muscles, trying to push through. Soon, the tongue was replaced by one long finger pushing into him slowly. Gods, Ares was amazed at the man's patience. Patience, however, was a quality the God of War lacked.
"Forget that. Just take me. Now!"
Joxer looked around and when he spoke, sounded disappointed. "There's nothing I can use to make this easier. I don't want to hurt you."
"Just do it. I'll be fine."
Joxer took a deep breath, trying to bring some sense of order to his muddled thoughts. "Are you sure?" Ares nodded. "If it's too painful, you tell me and I'll stop."
Joxer grabbed onto Ares' hips, pulling his ass cheeks apart with his thumbs. His cock at the other man's ass, he slowly pushed into the hot passage. Both men gasped at the feelings of filling and being filled. Joxer was thankful the man hadn't cried out in pain, knowing that he couldn't stop now even if he wanted to.
When the muscles around his cock began to relax, Joxer pushed in a little further. Ares' back arched as Joxer's cock touched a spot deep inside him. "Gods, yes!"
Encouraged, Joxer began rocking back and forth, hitting the spot with almost every pass. As he felt his orgasm approach, his movements became more frantic. He reached under the body below him and grasped the aching cock, stroking it in time with his movements.
Without warning, Ares' orgasm slammed into him. His cum spurt all over Joxer's hand and the arm of the throne as his ass tightened around the cock still pushing into him. Satisfied that Ares had come, Joxer let go of any self-control he had left and pounded into Ares' ass until he too came, collapsing over the other man's back.
Both men lay exhausted and very satisfied. However, their sensual haze was broken by the sound of clapping coming from one side of the room that was completely covered by drapes. Ares raised his head in time to see the first of three men come out from behind the material.
Ares' entire body trembled with rage. Joxer instinctively pulled back just in time, as Ares charged the man.
"What the fuck are you doing here?"
The second man smiled and spoke first. "Oh, we're just here for the show."
"I can't believed I got conned," the third man said.
"One of you had better tell me what's going on here, or else somebody's going to get hurt. Let's start with you, dear brother."
Hercules sighed and briefly wondered if this had been as good an idea as it had been originally. "Why don't you explain, Auto?"
The thief gulped as the War God's savage eyes turned on him. "Umm, well, you see, Herc here wants me to return some merchandise I acquired not too long ago..."
"And what does that have to do with me?"
"Well, umm, I kinda told him, and this is a direct quote, umm, that I'd return it 'When Joxer fucks Ares over Zeus' throne.' How was I to know he'd arrange it?"
Ares was about to explode from his anger when he smelt rose petals. A familiar hand laid itself on his shoulder. "Arry, it was all in good fun. And don't even try and tell me you didn't have a good time."
"I'm going to kill every single one of you, slowly."
"Arry will you just... Oh no. I never thought about that." The last few words came out as a sob, worrying the others. The Goddess of Love rarely, if ever, cried.
Aphrodite turned away from the men and walked around the throne. They were all silent as they watched her bend down behind the throne.
"I'm so sorry."
"You're always sorry, but you always do it again. It doesn't matter now, I guess. I won't be living long."
"What are you talking about? You're going to live a long time..."
"No I'm not. He's going to kill me. I can't believe I just... Oh Gods!"
Ares looked over at the three men standing next to him, all looking as guilty as they felt. "See brother, with all you accuse me of, at least I think before I act, looking over every possible consequence of my actions. That's the difference between us."
He walked over to bend down next to Aphrodite. "Joxer, I'm not going to kill you."
"Of course you are. I just... You aren't?"
Ares shook his head. "No. This wasn't your fault. Now why don't you get up and I'll get you dressed?"
Joxer quickly shook his head. "No. I can't -- I can't face them."
Ares rose until he was able to see enough over the top of the throne to glare at Hercules, Iolaus and Autolycus. Without a word, the three decided the time was right to make their exit.
"It's okay, Joxer. They just left. Now get up." Ares stood, reaching out a hand to pull Joxer up. He clothed him in the same clothes he had on before, then glared at his sister.
"If you guys don't mind, I'd better make sure those three get back to Greece before Auto tries to steal something. Bye Studmuffin." She rushed to join the others outside the temple, leaving Ares and Joxer alone in the throne room.
Joxer's eyes stayed on his feet, afraid to look up and see what emotions lied in Ares' eyes. "I'm sorry, Ares. I thought you were Iphicles."
"Are you disappointed?" Ares' lips tightened, not knowing why he asked the question.
Joxer's face finally lifted and his sad brown eyes met Ares' black ones. "Gods, no! I, well, part of the reason I liked Iphicles so much was because he looked so much like you."
Ares nodded. The resemblance had not slipped past his notice. He took a few moments to think. He couldn't deny that he'd enjoyed being fucked by Joxer. That didn't mean he wanted to repeat the experience. However, that didn't mean he couldn't fuck Joxer in return.
"You've worshiped me your entire life, haven't you." Joxer nodded. "Though you're not much of a warrior." Joxer's shoulders slumped as his chin fell to his chest. "Nevertheless, I do think I can find a place for you in my temple."
Joxer's head sprung up in shock. He couldn't think of anything to say. "What? How?"
"Oh, we can think of something, can't we? Why don't we talk about it back in my temple? You can have a bite to eat while I check up on a few wars that need attention, and when I return we can have a nice, long, chat about what... position we can find for you."
Joxer didn't miss the mischievous gleam in Ares' eyes as he spoke. His lips turned up into a smile. "You mean, you can really use me?"
"Oh, I can think of many ways to use you, but we'll save that for later."
Ares placed a hand on Joxer's shoulder and within moments, they'd disappeared to his temple to
discuss the many uses of Joxer's talents.