AresJoxerCupidStrife - Hergerbabe

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Title: It's all Aphrodite's fault
Author: HB
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Joxer/Ares, Cupid/Strife
Rating: NC-17
Category: slush (that's not a typo)
Archive: yes to JLA and RCOS, others let me know
Warnings: Newbie fic, be warned!!! LOL
Spoilers: None really, unfortunately I've seen very few Xena's :(
Disclaimer: I disclaim x-b
Thanks to Christine for the help and encouragement and letting me use the survey idea

It's All Aphrodite's Fault

"Hi honey, I'm home," Strife said with a smirk as he materialised in front of his lover, who was currently lounging on a couch, dazedly fingering a scroll.

Cupid looked up at Strife and grinned wickedly, "Whatcha still doing over there then?"

Strife grinned back and leapt on his lover, pushing him back against the couch. He dipped his head, claiming Cupid's mouth in a fierce kiss. Cupid moaned in response, sliding his hand round the back of Strife's head to pull him closer. He then reluctantly pushed his lover away.

"Later." He couldn't help grinning at Strife's look of utter shock and disappointment. "I got something to show you, baby." He gently stroked Strife's cheek, then held out the scroll.

"What is it?" Strife asked curiously, somewhat mollified.

"I was at mom's, waiting to drop off Bliss, and I got bored, so I did a little nosing around when I found this," said Cupid. "Do you remember those stupid surveys she sent out a while back?" Strife nodded, frowning. "Well, guess whose this is," Cupid smirked.

Strife thought for a moment, and then a slow smile spread across his Face. "You nevah? Unc's?" Cupid nodded enthusiastically. "I can't believe he'd bother to fill one out!"

"I know," Cupid replied, "Not really Pops' style, but here it is. Want me to read it to you?" Strife nodded and settled himself on the couch, pillowing his head on Cupid's lap.

"You don't suppose mom filled one out, do you?" Strife asked.

" I don't know, maybe. I stopped looking when I saw this one," he paused. " I'm sorry, I should have thought to look."

" Nah, s'ok," said Strife, "just wishful thinkin'."

Cupid squeezed his shoulder gently. " Come on love, this'll cheer you Up. There's quite a few surprises."

" 'Kay," said Strife, his reply muffled from where his lips were busy on Cupid's skin. Cupid squirmed slightly.

" Strife, come on dude, you need to hear this. I can't concentrate with you doing that," Cupid was hanging on to his self control by a thread.

Strife sighed, " Okay, okay, I'm stopping. This had better be good."

" Oh it is, now listen," Cupid started reading.

"NAME: Ares
SEX: Male
AGE: ageless
HOME: Temple of War, Mt Olympus
HEIGHT: tall as I want to be
EYES: brown
HAIR: black
FAVOURITE SMELL: The smell of burning pitch in the morning
WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Hercules or Xena messing with my plans
BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD," Cupid paused, he still couldn't quite believe what he was reading, he put a hand on Strife's head, ready for his reaction.

" Well, go on," said Strife impatiently.

" BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Watching Joxer," Cupid stopped and pushed Strife back down onto his lap.

" What?" Strife eventually managed to spit out.

" Wait till the end," said Cupid. He waited for Strife to nod before continuing, "WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF WHEN YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING? Joxer and he's not a thing
FAVORITE FOODS: Ambrosia, fish
THINGS TO DO ON THE WEEKENDS: Piss off Hercules, Xena and especially her annoying friend
DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS? No comment
DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS? 'Dite give me a break!
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY KIND OF PET, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Ha! I got Strife for that," Cupid stopped as Strife sat up again, this time fuming.

" I resent that," he shouted.

" Shh, chill," said Cupid, pushing him back down and stroking his hair gently. " You know dad doesn't mean that."

" How do I know that?" said Strife quietly.

" He took you in. He brought you up, that's more than he did with me," Cupid replied sadly.

" Yeah, I guess, but I know he loves ya," Strife squeezed his lover's knee.

" Yeah, I know, and he loves you too, even if he doesn't show it," said Cupid.

Strife snorted, " Yeah, like evah!" Cupid cuffed Strife's head, before clearing his throat to continue. "

IF YOU COULD BE ANY KIND OF ANIMAL, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Lion
IF YOU COULD MEET ANYONE ALIVE OR DEAD, WHO WOULD IT BE? Joxer's dad, so I could kick his ass."

" What's all that about?" asked Strife in confusion.

" Apparently, Joxer's father thought Joxer needed punishment to become a better warrior, so he used him as a punching bag," replied Cupid.

" Ouch," said Strife, he wanted to ask more, but the survey had more than piqued his curiosity.

" WHAT IS YOUR SIGN? Aries
GUYS- IF A GIRL ASKED YOU FOR THE SHIRT OFF YOUR BACK WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO HER? Nope, now if Joxer asked…
WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION? God of War
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Joxer's fucktoy," Cupid giggled when Strife choked. He had to wait several minutes for Strife to recover, patting his back gently.

" Okay, okay, I'm okay, go on," gasped Strife. Cupid grinned and leaned down to kiss him gently, pulling away teasingly when Strife tried to pull him closer.

" IF YOU COULD MAKE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOUR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? What's wrong with black?" Cupid valiantly tried to ignore the cheek which was rubbing against his rapidly hardening cock and the hand stroking his thigh. He shifted slightly and cleared his throat.

" Go on," Strife purred, grinning mischievously.

" WHAT'S ON THE WALLS OF YOUR ROOM/TEMPLE? War tapestries, black wall hangings. Yeah, yeah, ok, a picture of Joxer, without that fucking armour," Cupid stopped when Strife stopped moving. Strife turned onto his back and frowned up at Cupid.

" I wonder where that is?" he asked. Cupid shrugged.

" Probably his bedroom, that's the only place neither one of us is allowed," he said thoughtfully.

Strife grinned wickedly, " That'll have to change," Cupid chuckled at his lover. " Go on, I want to hear more," he grinned at Cupid.

" IS THE CUP HALF-EMPTY OR HALF-FULL? What? ARE YOU A RIGHTY, LEFTY OR AMBIDEXTROUS? Ambi with weapons, otherwise lefty
WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? There ain't no under to my bed
IF YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF? Hell yeah
WHO ARE YOU ENVIOUS OF? Joxer's friends
WHAT WAS THE BEST SOLSTICE GIFT YOU EVER RECEIVED? An offering and prayer from Joxer
WHAT WAS THE WORST SOLSTICE GIFT YOU EVER RECEIVED? Hercules' birth NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD CALL A FRIEND? Ummmm
NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD CALL AN ENEMY? Jerkules as Strife would say *smirk*
DO YOU LIKE GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH? Both
ARE YOU A VIRGIN? Ha!
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? Um, I'm guessing you already know that DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM WEDDING: can you marry a guy?"

" Gods, he's actually thought that far?" exclaimed Strife. Cupid laughed and shrugged.

" WHAT'S FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION? Topping
WHO IS THE ONE PERSON YOU WOULD LIKE TO TAKE TO BED? Joxer
WHY? Cos I love him," Cupid squeezed Strife's shoulder and Strife patted his hand.

" NAME SOMEONE YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON: only Joxer
DOES THIS PERSON KNOW? Gods, no!
SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU: despite what she seems like, she's there for me, and I know she won't say anything about Joxer."

Cupid finished with a sigh, " He's got it bad."

" Yeah, but Joxer?!" said Strife. " I mean Unc's nevah been the love type, and then he falls for Joxer?"

" Love's a strange creature as you well know lover," Cupid grinned.

" Umm hmmm," muttered Strife, his hand trailing down Cupid's chest. Cupid's head dropped back when fingertips grazed a nipple. In a flash, Strife was straddling his lap and they were both naked.

" Oh," groaned Cupid, as Strife pressed up against him. Strife watched his blond lover's face as he continued to explore Cupid's chest with gentle fingers. He leaned down to rub his cheek against the lightly furred, soft skin, before turning to taste it.

Cupid moaned at the cool wetness of Strife's tongue against his overheated skin and pulled his head closer, fingers carding through dark, spiky hair. Strife grasped Cupid's shoulders, turning to lap at the already stiffening nipples, nibbling gently. There was a flash, and Strife looked up briefly to see they were in their bedroom. He grinned at Cupid, who pulled him up to claim his mouth again.

It was Strife's turn to moan as Cupid's tongue plunged deep, exploring. Cupid's wings came up and wrapped around them, feathers lightly caressing Strife's back and buttocks. Strife changed his position again, stretching out his legs so he could lie fully on top of his lover, lining up their erections.

Cupid gasped and bucked upward to increase the contact, gripping Strife's ass to pull him close. As they rocked together, limbs and mouths entwined, Cupid trailed a finger between Strife's ass cheeks. Strife moaned into his mouth, spreading his legs to allow Cupid easier access. A cool, slick finger penetrated him, pushing inside him agonisingly slowly. He pushed back, then hesitated as it reduced his contact with Cupid's cock.

Cupid chuckled against his lover's lips and pushed another finger inside his love, pushing in deeper to find the small nub that gave so much pleasure. Strife grunted as Cupid stretched him, fingers brushing over his pleasure spot, making him thrust his hips forward.

" Now, need you now," he groaned. He sat up and with a thought, lubed them both up. He grasped Cupid's now slick cock and slowly impaled himself. Cupid gripped Strife's hips, striving for control, managing to hold still until Strife had settled in his lap. Strife wiggled slightly, making himself comfortable, then he grinned at his lover, leaning down for a quick kiss.

" Ride me baby," whispered Cupid. Strife licked his lips and did as he was told. Starting slowly, he lifted his hips till only the tip of Cupid's cock remained inside him, before sitting back down hard. Under the encouragement of Cupid's hands and jerking hips, he soon began to move harder and faster, especially when Cupid grasped his cock and began pumping it in time to the motion of his hips.

Strife angled himself so that Cupid's cock brushed against his pleasure spot with every thrust. Cupid tightened his grip and increased the pace, as Strife's tight, hot passage began to quiver and clench around him.

" Oh Gods, Cupe," moaned Strife, his back arched as he shot hot, sticky liquid over Cupid's hand and stomach. Strife's muscles clamped down, pulling Cupid over the edge. He slammed into Strife once more, shuddering as he filled the younger God with his seed. Strife collapsed on top of Cupid, panting hard.

" I love you," he whispered.

Cupid hugged him tightly, stroking his hair, " I love you too."

After a few minutes Strife slid down to the side and snuggled in the crook of Cupid's shoulder, " So what we gonna do 'bout Unc's survey?" Strife yawned widely.

" The first thing we're going to do is watch. You watch dad, I'll watch Joxer," said Cupid.

" Why dontcha just shoot him and give him ta Unc?" asked Strife.

Cupid shook his head, " Nah, if I know dad at all, he wouldn't like that, 'sides we don't know what Joxer's feelings are yet."

Strife snorted, " He's got a thing for that bigmouth blond, Tartarus knows why!"

" We'll see," said Cupid mysteriously. Strife propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at his lover.

" What do you mean?" Cupid just smiled and pulled him back down.

Part two

Ares couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something was off this morning. He was discussing plans for the coming week with Strife and Eris and he got the distinct impression that Strife was laughing at him. He dismissed that idea immediately, Strife wouldn't dare, would he? He glanced at Strife out of the corner of his eye and caught his nephew smirking at him.

He rounded on the younger God, " Is there a problem, Strife?" he said menacingly. He caught a flash of fear before Strife's face blanked.

" Problem Unc? Nah, nevah!" said Strife, " Just thinkin'."

" Thinking, you?" said Ares mockingly, " About what?"

" That it's interesting how often our plans involve Xena and Blondie, and that weirdo, what's his name?" he said guilelessly.

" Joxer," said Ares without thinking. Strife watched with interest as Ares the God of War actually flushed lightly.

" Isn't it obvious?" said Eris, seemingly oblivious to the byplay, " It's too much fun winding that pair up."

Strife nodded, " Yeah, I guess it's close ta annoying Hercules in the fun stakes." He managed to maintain a fairly innocent expression as Ares watched him suspiciously. Eris watched her son too, with interest. She was well acquainted with that particular expression, what did he think he was up to?

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Ares eventually decided that Strife couldn't possibly know anything, but just to be sure, he visited his sister after the meeting.

" Aphrodite!" he yelled in his sister's home.

" Arry? What can I do for you?" Aphrodite appeared in a twinkle of gold.

" Does anyone else know?" demanded Ares.

" Know what Ar?" said Aphrodite in confusion.

" About Joxer," said Ares.

" Of course not Ar, you know that stuff's all in confidence," said Aphrodite.

" Have you still got that survey thing?" he asked.

" Of course," she snapped her fingers and it appeared in her hand.

" Destroy it."

" But Ar," started Aphrodite.

" Please," said Ares. Aphrodite blinked and then nodded, the survey disappeared in a flash.

" Thank you."

" Are you all right bro?" she asked in concern. Ares sat down heavily and sighed.

" Just for one horrible moment, I thought Strife might know something," he said.

" Oh please, the only thing in Strife's head other than mischief, is Cupid, you know that," said Aphrodite. Ares' face softened at the thought of his son and nephew together. " Why is it so important that it stays a secret?" she asked.

Ares rubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. " I remember when he was a kid, Joxer and his brothers were dedicated to me by their father. I honestly didn't take much notice of Joxer and Jace when they were kids, neither of them were really cut out to be warriors, but I followed Jett's career with interest."

Ares paused and looked up at his sister, she smiled encouragingly. He looked down again before continuing.

" What caught my interest with Joxer, was when he was older; he continued to be dedicated to me, he prays to me every day you know?" Aphrodite squeezed his shoulder. " He never asks me for anything, only thanks me for being able to help others and for when he survives. I became even more interested when he hooked up with Xena and Blondie, it gave me an excuse to actually meet him in person, instead of keeping an eye on him like I normally do."

" I thought he'd lived for too long on his own abilities," laughed Aphrodite.

Ares nodded, " He needs rescuing a lot," he said. " That's one reason I let Xena and Blondie live, they actually care about him, well a little and they protect him."

" So once you met him…" started Aphrodite.

" I fell in love with him, he, I, he was terrified of me, I know, but he didn't back down. He stayed with Xena and Blondie ready to protect them, even though he knows he can't fight. Ever since that first meeting he's been like that, despite being afraid of me, and despite still worshipping me, he stands up to me."

Ares shook his head in wonder, " He is beyond my comprehension and I have been watching him for years."

Aphrodite smiled softly at him, she was the only one privy to this side of her brother. "Why don't you let me do something?"

" No!" said Ares firmly.

" But…"

" No!" Ares got to his feet and started to pace, " If anything were to happen, which it won't, I don't want any outside interference," he said vehemently.

" What do you mean it won't?" asked Aphrodite, " Why don't you pursue it?"

Ares looked sad, " He's in love with Gabrielle," his jaw clenched convulsively as he thought of the way the blonde bard treated Joxer.

" Are you sure?" asked Aphrodite.

Ares frowned at her, " What do you mean?" he demanded.

" Just maybe you should watch him a little closer," she said with a gentle smile. " Now," she stood and hugged her brother. " We both have work to do."

Ares kissed her cheek, " Thanks 'Dite," he whispered before they both flash out of the temple.

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Cupid breathed a sigh of relief, he'd put the scroll back just in time. He quickly made his escape home. He had been lucky that his father had been too agitated and his mother too concerned with her brother, that neither of them had noticed him. He hadn't been surprised exactly, at the conversation; he'd always known that his father had a softer side. He'd been more surprised at Ares' reluctance to try and win Joxer, as if he didn't believe anyone could truly love him. That thought tore at Cupid's heart, and made him even more determined to help his father. he was pretty sure Joxer's feelings for Gabrielle were hiding something else, and his mom's hints to Ares confirmed it. But he wanted to be absolutely sure.

*Strife, you busy?* Strife appeared in a flash of blue in front of him.

" Nevah too busy for ya babe," he grinned. Cupid smiled, stepping into his lover's outstretched arms.

" Hey love," he whispered after a soul-searing kiss.

" You called?" asked Strife.

" Yeah, I wanted to know if Ares was planning on annoying Xena in the near future?" Cupid asked.

Strife raised an eyebrow, " Yeah actually, today," he looked thoughtful, " Um, pretty much now."

Cupid looked agitated, " Let's go then."

" What? Go where?" asked Strife in confusion.

" To watch," said Cupid. They flashed down into a clearing, watching unobserved as Ares suddenly appeared in front of Xena, Gabrielle and Joxer, causing Argo to rear up, nearly throwing Xena from his back.

" Ares!" she growled in annoyance. Gabrielle took up a defensive position next to Xena.

"What do you want?" she snapped. Ares sneered at the blonde and appeared to completely ignore Joxer.

" What?" said Ares, " I can't come and thank you for a job well done?" he smiled mockingly. Joxer had slowly made his way round Argo to Xena's other side, his eyes never leaving Ares' face.

" What do you mean?" asked Xena frowning.

Ares' smile grew wider, " Oh just that little unauthorised battle you stopped for me, giving me time to concentrate on a bigger and much more important war."

" You tricked us," hissed Gabrielle.

" Oh like that's hard to do Blondie," snapped Ares.  Ares, Strife, Cupid and Gabrielle looked at Joxer. Suddenly the wannabe warrior blinked.

" Hey, don't speak to her like that!" said Joxer, he'd suddenly realised Ares had insulted the woman he was supposed to love and tore his attention away from the true object of his affections.

" Or what?" asked Ares with a snort, before he vanished, leaving all three mortals extremely agitated, if for somewhat different reasons.

" Don't let him get to you Xena, you know he does it deliberately," said Gabrielle, looking up at Xena's furious expression.

Xena sighed, " I know, don't let him get to you either." Gabrielle smiled up at her.

Neither of them thought to ask Joxer how he was, but Joxer was too busy trying to shake the daze that came over him whenever he saw Ares. He sighed as he followed the two women to a clearing.

" We'll stop here, I don't feel like travelling now," said Xena.

" Um, I'm going to go and, uh, wash," said Joxer hesitantly.

Xena nodded, " Be careful."

Joxer waved and headed carefully for the river, at last able to adjust his erection. At the riverside he stripped off his armour and his clothes and slipped into the water. He lay back and grasped his hard cock which hadn't been discouraged by the chill of the water. He pictured Ares in his mind; it was one of his favourite occupations, speculating on Ares' naked appearance. As always his imagination quickly supplied him with tantalising images. He sighed and put himself in the picture, kneeling before his God to worship him with his mouth.

He pumped quickly on his cock, pinching his nipples with his other hand, before sliding it down his stomach to roll his balls gently. He wondered what Ares would taste like, how it would feel to have his thick length down his throat.

" Oh," he bit his lip as he started to shudder, jets of come spurted into the water. " Ares," he whispered, flopping dejectedly back against the bank. He curled up on himself desperately fighting back tears. Why did he do this to himself? Nobody had ever loved him, what on Olympus made him think that a God would even notice him?

He knew focussing on Gabrielle and trying to fall for her was probably just as stupid, but he didn't know what else to do. All his life he had felt connected to Ares, even when he'd known that he would never be a real warrior, he couldn't not worship Ares. As he'd got older it was as if he could sometimes feel Ares' presence, but he knew that wasn't possible.

His feelings for his God had only increased after meeting him, despite Ares' actions. Joxer shook himself out of his despondency and washed himself off before heading back to the camp.

" Wow," said Strife.

" Yeah," said Cupid.

" How, by Hades, are we gonna get em together?" asked Strife.

Cupid grinned and kissed him hard, " I was hoping you were going to say that!"

" You gotta plan?" asked Strife expectantly. Cupid nodded and in a flash they were in Aphrodite's temple.

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When they'd disappeared Eris walked out from behind a tree, grinning. So that was their little game. Well it'd be interesting to see what they'd come up with. Eris sighed fondly at the thought of her son making mischief for Ares, but then it would be nice to see her bro hooked up, maybe he wouldn't be such an asshole all the time. She decided to keep a close eye on the proceedings.

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" Mom?" called Cupid.

" Cupie, darling," said Aphrodite, appearing before them in a shower of golden sparks.

"Mom, we need your help," said Cupid after hugging the Goddess.

" What can I do?" asked Aphrodite.

" Well I have two men, and they're very much in love with each other, but both of them think the other couldn't possibly love them," he replied.

" Oh how sad," said Aphrodite.

" I need your help getting them together."

" Ooh goodie!" said Aphrodite clapping her hands excitedly. She frowned suddenly, "Wait a moment, who are the two men?"

Cupid smiled, " Come on, you know."

Aphrodite bit her lip, she didn't want to say anything in case she was wrong, " Well I think I know who you mean, but I'd rather hear it from you."

Cupid took pity on her." Ares and Joxer."

" Ha, ha, I knew I couldn't be the only one to realise that, even without their surveys!" squealed Aphrodite, " Oh but I promised Arry I wouldn't interfere."

" It's ok mom, all I need from you is Joxer's survey, actually I'd like to take a look at it," Cupid said. Aphrodite grinned and snapped her fingers, a scroll appeared in her hands and she started to read.

" NAME: Joxer
SEX: Male
AGE: 27
HOME: Nowhere
HEIGHT: don't know
EYES: brownish
HAIR: brownish
FAVORITE SMELL: truthfully? Ares
WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Unrequited love
BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: seeing Ares
WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF WHEN YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING? Oh no, not another dream about Ares
FAVORITE FOODS: fish
THINGS TO DO ON THE WEEKENDS: sing, rest, dream
DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS? Uh, I'd rather not say
DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS: I used to until Dad found out-he wasn't happy
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY KIND OF PET, WHAT WOULD IT BE? A kitten
IF YOU COULD BE ANY KIND OF ANIMAL WHAT WOULD IT BE? Ares' warhorse
IF YOU COULD MEET ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO WOULD IT BE? Well I get to meet Ares quite a lot, so I guess my mom
WHAT IS YOUR SIGN? Sagittarius
GUYS IF A GIRL ASKED FOR THE SHIRT OFF YOUR BACK, WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO HER? Of course
WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION? Helping people, well trying to
IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE? A warrior worthy of Ares
IF YOU COULD MAKE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Black WHAT IS ON YOUR WALLS IN YOUR ROOM/TEMPLE? Well back home I used to have a picture of Ares
IS THE CUP HALF-EMPTY OR HALF-FULL? Oh half-full
ARE YOU A RIGHTY, LEFTY OR AMBIDEXTROUS? Righty
WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? Usually rocks
IF YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF? I don't know
WHO ARE YOU ENVIOUS OF? Xena and Gabby, for their relationship
WHAT WAS THE BEST SOLSTICE GIFT YOU EVER RECEIVED? A good luck charm from Meg
WHAT WAS THE WORST SOLSTICE GIFT YOU EVER RECEIVED? A beating from my father
NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD CALL A FRIEND: Uh, maybe Xena or Gabby NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD CALL AN ENEMY: I don't know really
DO YOU LIKE GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH? Um, both
ARE YOU A VIRGIN? No
HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? My whole life
DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM WEDDING: I don't think it's even possible
WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION? All of them <flush> as long as it's consensual
WHO IS THE ONE PERSON YOU'D LIKE TO TAKE TO BED? Um Ares
WHY? I love him
NAME SOMEONE PERSON YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON: Ares
DOES THIS PERSON KNOW? By Tartarus I hope not
SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU: she's very understanding." Aphrodite finished with a sad smile.

" Wow, they are both hopeless!" exclaimed Strife.

" Yeah," said Aphrodite, " I've asked Arry to let me help, but you know how he is," she shrugged.

Cupid nodded, " We've got to find a way for them to show their feelings, and I think I might know how," he grinned wickedly.


Ares paced back and forth in front of the large map laid out in his war room. He was supposed to be planning but he couldn't concentrate. His mind kept wandering back to his earlier meeting with Xena. Aphrodite had told him to watch Joxer more closely, and he had. His mortal love had certainly been distracted by his presence, but that could mean anything, after all, he still worshipped Ares. And he had still leapt to Gabrielle's defence.

Ares' lip curled into a snarl at the thought of the blonde bard. That bitch didn't deserve Joxer's affections. Slamming his fist into the table in frustration, he transported himself to the middle of a battle to indulge in some wholesale slaughter.

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Joxer was so quiet at the camp, that eventually even Gabrielle noticed something was wrong, although Xena had been flicking concerned glances his way for some time.

" What's wrong with you?" Gabrielle asked him. Joxer looked at her in surprise, shrugging because he couldn't think of anything to say. " I don't know why you're so down. It's not like Ares even knows you're alive!"

Joxer blinked at her, keeping his face blank very carefully as the terrible cruelty of her words, although unknowingly so, ripped his heart to pieces. " I was just thinking," he said, very proud that his voice didn't break. He got up.

Xena looked at him questioningly. " Call of nature," he said before making his way into the darkness. Tears trickled down his face but he held onto his control until he was sure no one could hear him. Gabrielle's words had rammed home the sheer stupidity and hopelessness of his dreams.

He sat there for a while, letting the tears stream down his face, staring blankly into the darkness. A small rustling noise caught his attention and he looked about him nervously. Then he heard a tiny mewing noise and a fluffy little kitten rolled out of the bushes across from him. Joxer got up, looking around cautiously, there appeared to be no one around so he walked over to the little animal and crouched down to pet it gently.

" Hello little one, what are you doing out here?" he said. Then he noticed the note attached to the kitten's collar.

' To Joxer, this kitten is yours, his name is Ares, with love, your secret admirer' Joxer blinked several times and reread the note. Secret admirer? Who could possibly know he wanted a kitten except…Aphrodite! He picked up the kitten, which snuggled itself into his arms.

" Well Ares," he said aloud, " I think we're going to have to pay Aphrodite a little visit."

" Oh how adorable," squealed Gabrielle, when he returned to the camp with the kitten. She reached out to pet the tiny animal but jumped back when it hissed and struck out at her. " Not very friendly though," she said with a pout.

Joxer had to fight not to laugh, " Well he is called Ares."

" You called a kitten Ares?" asked Xena raising an eyebrow. Joxer shook his head.

" It's on his collar, it's appropriate somehow though," he said thoughtfully.

" You're not going to keep him?" asked Xena.

Joxer nodded, " For the time being till I find out whose he is," he said.

Xena tilted her head thoughtfully before nodding, " We're not far from Thrace, maybe someone there will know."

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Strife grinned as he watched the exchange. The kitten certainly seemed comfortable with Joxer, and it was just perfect that it didn't like Gabrielle. Then he transported himself back to his lover, who was waiting for him at their home.

" How'd it go?" Cupid smiled at Strife.

" Phase 1 in motion," Strife grinned, " Calling the kitten 'Ares' will be a stroke of genius I know!"

" How modest of you," said Cupid.

Strife winked at him, " You knows it babe," he bowed mockingly.

" C'mere lover," pouted Cupid, " You haven't kissed me yet."

" Are ya sayin' I'm neglectin' ya?" said Strife, a smile playing on his lips.

" Yeah," breathed Cupid, " Come and make it up to me," he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

" Your command is my wish," said Strife with a small grin, dropping to his knees between Cupid's legs. He leaned forward and kissed Cupid hard. Cupid moaned and slid his fingers into spiky hair pulling him closer. Lips and tongues entwined in a familiar dance as the lovers reacquainted themselves with the others' taste. Strife pulled away breathless.

" Mmm, I missed that," said Cupid licking his lips.

" What? Since this afternoon?" Strife smirked.

Cupid nodded, " Can't get enough, you know that."

Strife grinned and waved his hand, leaving his lover naked. " So I see," he stared at his lover's beautiful, hard cock. " Is that for me?" he asked licking his lips.

Cupid nodded, swallowing at the expression of hunger on Strife's face. Despite being God of Love, their relationship still never failed to leave him in awe.

Strife smiled and touched his cheek, he recognised the expression on his cousin's face. It was the same one that had appeared when Strife had first confessed his love. He slid his hands down to Cupid's hips and leaned forward to rub his cheek against the soft, silky skin of Cupid's erection. Cupid sighed and relaxed back against the chair. Strife leaned back and wiped the streak of precum off his face, licking his fingers clean.

" Umm, finger lickin' good," he chuckled, before burying his face back in Cupid's crotch. He laved Cupid's length until it was thoroughly wetted, occasionally flicking his tongue across the slit at the tip to taste more precum. Cupid groaned, spreading his legs wider.

Strife shifted lower, gently sucking the sensitive skin at the top of Cupid's thighs and licking lightly haired balls. He stroked Cupid's length slowly as he dipped his tongue lower to the sensitive skin between balls and anus.

" Oh," gasped Cupid, shifting forward in his seat to give Strife better access. Strife flicked his tongue across Cupid's quivering opening, before moving upwards again licking up the length of Cupid's shaft. He simultaneously took the erection into his mouth and pushed a finger into Cupid's ass.

Cupid struggled to maintain control and not thrust deep into Strife's mouth. As Strife continued to suck and lick, his tongue swirling endlessly around his lover's cock, he pushed a second finger into Cupid, wiggling deeper to find his pleasure spot. As he grazed his fingers over the small nub of flesh, he relaxed his throat taking Cupid deeper inside him.

He grinned at the stream of nonsense words, endearments, and his name pouring from Cupid's mouth.

Cupid couldn't even think coherently, he just rocked himself between the twin pleasures of warm mouth and questing fingers. Strife reached down with his free hand and began to stroke himself, matching Cupid's jerking movements.

" Strife, Strife, STRIFE!" gasped Cupid, pleasure peaking in the jets of come that shot down his lover's throat. Strife moaned, forcing himself not to bite down as his hips jerked from his own completion. Cupid slipped from his mouth and Strife rested his head on a muscular thigh, panting loudly.

" Consider yourself forgiven," gasped Cupid. Strife laughed. With a wave of his hand they were clean, dressed and Strife was cradled in Cupid's arms.

" So what next?" he asked his lover.

" We wait for a while," said Cupid, " I've a feeling things are going to get interesting."

" Cool," said Strife, " Shall we go and pick up Bliss then?"

Cupid nodded, " Mom's been great looking after him while we do this. I've told Bliss about it, he thinks it's great; he said he wants 'gwandpa' to be as happy as us."

" Aw, that's so cute," said Strife. They transported themselves to Aphrodite's temple.

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When they arrived in Thrace, Xena and Gabrielle went to get supplies while Joxer begged off saying he had errands to run. After going to see Aphrodite, he wanted to visit Ares' temple and make an offering and he didn't like the two women knowing that he still actively worshipped Ares. He shifted the kitten up to its favourite position round his neck and made his way to Aphrodite's temple. Inside he walked through the opulence and pink drapery to the statue of the Goddess.

" Um, Aphrodite, could I speak to you," he said hesitantly. There was a shower of gold and the beautiful blonde Goddess appeared in front of him.

" Of course Joxie, what is it?" she smiled kindly.

" Um well, I was wondering, uh well, I found this kitten," he started.

" Oh what a sweetie," Aphrodite petted the small creature gently.

" Yes well, there was this note with it," Joxer held it out.

" Oh my, a secret admirer, lucky you," said Aphrodite. Joxer looked uncertain. " What is it?"

" Well I was just thinking maybe it was a joke or something, you know. I mean only you know I wanted a kitten," he said.

Aphrodite frowned, " I did?"

" It was in my survey," said Joxer. " Oh I'm sorry Joxie, I haven't had a chance to read the surveys yet," said Aphrodite.

Joxer looked stunned, " And, and no one else could have read it?"

Aphrodite shook her head, " Oh no they're locked away safely, I would never let anyone else read them."

" Oh," said Joxer, the Goddess's answer left him feeling slightly disconcerted.

" Come on Joxie, don't look like that, why shouldn't you have a secret admirer?" she asked.

" I don't know," he said quietly, " it just seems so unlikely."

Aphrodite sighed, " Well I don't think so, why don't you just enjoy the compliment?"

Joxer nodded uncertainly, " Ok, but I still think it must be a joke. Well thank you Aphrodite, it was nice of you to talk to me," he said ready to take his leave. To his surprise the Goddess pulled him into a hug.

" You're always welcome Joxer," she said before disappearing. Joxer blinked, then shrugged.

" Come on Ares," he said to the kitten. He made his way to Ares' temple, a stark contrast to Aphrodite's, all dark and stoic, decorated in black with the odd bit of silver. He walked up to Ares' statue and knelt before it. He made a short prayer of thanks for surviving the last battle and left a small offering, then he stared up at the statue for a while. It didn't do Ares justice, but it was still beautiful. He didn't notice the kitten wandering away.

Ares was watching a battle when he felt Joxer's presence in one of his temples, he smiled fondly at the prayer and transported himself to Thrace. He entered his temple, remaining invisible. Frowning in bemusement he watched Joxer creep around the temple.

" Ares, Ares where are you?" whispered Joxer as he searched for the small kitten. " Come on Ares, I don't have time for this. Here kitty, kitty."

Here kitty? Ares shook his head, had Joxer gone mad? He appeared in front of Joxer, arms folded across his broad chest, an eyebrow raised. Joxer didn't notice anyone in his way until he bumped into the solid body.

" Oh, I'm sor…" he looked up at Ares and jumped back. " Ares!"

Ares smirked, " Were you, uh, calling me?"

" I, I, no," stuttered Joxer.

" No I didn't think you would be calling me kitty," Ares said, suppressing a grin.

" Oh no, I wouldn't," said Joxer, " I can't find my kitten."

Ares frowned and concentrated, he found the little animal and transported it into his hands. He looked at the tiny, black kitten and noticed the name tag.

" You named your kitten Ares?" he asked incredulously. Joxer gulped, certain he was about to be blasted into cinders, then he started in surprise when Ares burst out laughing. " Well Ares, let's hope you live up to your namesake," he handed the animal back to Joxer.

" Well, I'm not sure I shouldn't be insulted," said Ares. Joxer was still staring at him in surprise. " Hello?" Ares waved a hand in front of Joxer's face.

" Oh I'm sorry My Lord," said Joxer jumping again, " I, he's not mine, at least I," he stopped.

" No matter, you have amused me, here," Ares waved his hand and Joxer found himself dressed in leather trousers, cotton shirt and leather armour. Joxer stared down at himself in amazement and then back up at Ares, who was no longer there.

Ares was still standing in front of Joxer as the man looked about in confusion. He ached to reach out and touch him, pull him close and kiss him, but instead he watched as Joxer made his way out of the temple. He sighed as the tight leather flexed over muscular cheeks and reached down to palm his erection. He'd been looking for a reason to get rid of that god awful excuse for armour Joxer usually wore, and he certainly appreciated how the new leather showed off Joxer's surprisingly toned body. He still couldn't work out why he would call a kitten Ares though.

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Strife smirked, he was getting good at shielding his presence from his uncle. He transported himself to Aphrodite's temple to tell Cupid and Aphrodite all about it.

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Eris waited for her brother and son to leave before she let fly with the hysterical laughter she'd been convulsed with ever since she'd heard Joxer calling for his kitten. Her son came up with some doozies, calling a kitten 'Ares' of all things!

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" It was so funny," Strife laughed, " Seeing Unc's face when Joxer said 'here kitty'," he stopped as he started to choke, tears pouring down his face. Cupid patted his back, even though he was convulsed with laughter himself.

Strife recovered, " Joxer was so sure Unc was gonna waste him, I've never seen anyone look more shocked when Unc gave him the new clothes," he giggled again.

" I told you it'd be interesting," said Cupid, " And you were right, naming the kitten 'Ares' was a stroke of genius."

Aphrodite smiled at the two younger Gods, " It's a good start."


Xena and Gabrielle stared at Joxer, Gabrielle's mouth opening and shutting rather unattractively in shock.

" What? Where? How?" she stuttered. Joxer flushed.

" Where did you get those? Where's your armour?" asked Xena when she'd recovered.

Joxer shrugged, " Um, they were a gift."

" Who from?" asked Gabrielle. He shrugged again, he wasn't about to tell them that! " This is weird, who keeps giving you stuff?"

Joxer flushed, it was kind of strange that he'd received two gifts in as many days. But of course the kitten hadn't been from Ares. As soon as the thought entered his head, he couldn't get it to leave. Ares barely noticed him usually, why would he give him a kitten, let alone sign a note 'your secret admirer'? No that was ridiculous, for some reason Ares had just been feeling generous. If anything he'd given Joxer the clothes because he'd known it would flummox Xena and Gabrielle, he couldn't think of another reasonable explanation.

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" Time for phase 2," said Cupid, shifting Bliss into his other arm so he could hug Strife.

" Are ya sure about this one?" asked Strife.

Cupid nodded, smiling confidently, " I know you'll get the timing perfectly."

" Ok," said Strife, " I betta go, see ya later," he gave his lover a resounding kiss, making a slurping noise that never failed to make Bliss giggle. He grinned at his lover's child, " Bye, bye sweetie," he said, tickling Bliss lightly.

Bliss squirmed, " Bye daddy Stwife," he said still giggling.

" Come on kiddo," said Cupid to his son, "let's go find great grandma."

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Using his considerable talents, Strife carefully directed Xena, Gabrielle and Joxer into the path of a group of bandits. There were two reasons for this, one the leader of the bandits was an ex-warlord who Ares hadn't gotten around to dispatching yet. And two, he shared an unexpected history with Joxer.

Xena pulled Argo to a halt, looking around carefully. " Damn," she muttered as a group of men burst out of the forest and attacked them. She jumped onto Argo's back, chakram flying out to take out two men before the fight even started. Then she somersaulted from Argo straight into the fray, sword at the ready. Gabrielle quickly joined her, staff swinging out to whack one man over the head.

As always, they took the brunt of the attack, directing the fight away from Joxer, who was actually managing quite well without his bulky armour. But neither of them noticed when three of the warriors grabbed Joxer and dragged him into the trees.

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" Uh, Unc?" said Strife hesitantly, Ares had been in a foul mood since Joxer's visit to the temple.

" What is it?" Ares snapped, barely looking at his nephew.

" Just thought ya might want ta know," he paused.

" Know what," Ares glared at Strife.

" Well, Phitus is at it again," Strife said.

Ares snarled, " That ingrate, who is he attacking now?"

" Uh, Xena," said Strife, he'd barely spoken when Ares flashed out of the room.

Ares watched the fight, Xena and Gabrielle were holding their own easily, but where was Joxer, and where was Phitus? He stalked through the trees to another clearing where Joxer was struggling against three men.

" Come on Joxer," said one of them, " You know you want it," he sneered as Phitus started to rip Joxer's clothes off.

" No," gasped Joxer, " Please, not again."

Not again? A growl erupted from Ares' mouth, these men had dared to hurt Joxer? Without thinking, he howled his fury and appeared before the four men. Phitus and his men gaped in shock which rapidly turned to fear as the furious War God launched himself at them. Phitus' two men were literally ripped to shreds by Ares' anger. Phitus backed away.

" My-my Lord," he stuttered fearfully.

" You!" Ares rounded on him, " The only reason I haven't killed you before was because you were too insignificant, but now," he smiled unpleasantly, " now you will truly know what it is to fear." He waved his hand, transporting the former warlord to the dungeons of his temple.

Ares turned when he heard a small whimper. Joxer had backed up against a tree and was trying to cover himself, his face a picture of humiliation and fear. Ares could see bruises already developing on pale skin and had to hold himself back from comforting the man he loved. When he heard Xena calling for Joxer he waved his hand, quickly restoring Joxer's clothes and healing his wounds just as Xena burst into the clearing.

" Ares!" exclaimed Xena, staring between the two men in confusion. She took in the carnage unable to quite comprehend the situation. Joxer was still staring at Ares, his face even paler than usual. " What's going on?" she said slowly.

" Ah Xena," said Ares putting his mocking mask firmly in place. " Anyone would think you'd started working for me again."

" What do you mean?" she asked. He waved his hand nonchalantly.

" I've been meaning to get around to killing this lot for a while, you've saved me the bother," he said casually, " Although punishing Phitus will be," he paused, his face darkening for a second, " entertaining."

" What have you done to Joxer?" demanded Gabrielle.

" Me? Nothing. They were going to damage my little gift, and Joxer did seem to enjoy his new clothes so," he said.

Gabrielle gaped, " You gave him those?"

Ares smirked again, " Oh yes, didn't he tell you?" then he disappeared in a flash. He felt ridiculously pleased that Joxer hadn't told them about his gift.

Xena approached Joxer cautiously, " Joxer, Jox?" she said quietly. The young man blinked rapidly and turned to look at her wide eyed. " Are you ok? Did you get hurt?" Joxer shook his head, he tried to speak but couldn't get the words out.

" Come on," said Xena wrapping a comforting arm around him, guiding him back to the other, slightly less gory clearing.

Joxer's head was a swirl of confused emotions. Ares had rescued him, Ares had rescued him! And he'd hidden the attempted rape from Xena and Gabby, why? And the way he'd killed those two men. Joxer pulled away from Xena and ran over to a bush, leaning over as his stomach emptied itself violently. He continued to heave until there was nothing left, tears stung his eyes and he dropped to his knees.

" Joxer?" said Gabrielle, she handed him the water flask. He smiled at her shakily and rinsed his mouth out before drinking a little of the water. The two women watched him in concern, they'd never seen Joxer so badly affected before, but as far as they could see, he wasn't hurt. Which meant Ares had stopped his attackers. That confused them, even though Ares had said he'd been meaning to punish that group for a while.

" Where's Ares?" said Joxer quietly.

" Huh? He's gone," said Gabrielle. Joxer shook his head.

" Oh the kitten," said Xena, " He's here." She picked up the small animal and handed it to Joxer. Joxer hugged the little kitten close, burying his face in its fur.

" Come on," said Xena, " let's get away from here." Joxer nodded numbly and tumbled after them.

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Ares watched them leave. He was concerned about Joxer, especially when he'd been so sick. He didn't really care if his thoughtless actions gave him away, he was far too worried about the implication of Joxer's words to Phitus. How could he have missed something like that? Admittedly he couldn't watch Joxer all the time, but he usually kept tabs on him, and nowadays he relied on Xena to keep her eye on him, even if she didn't know it. Unless it had happened before he'd become more interested. Oh it was going to be a very bad day for Phitus.

Just before he transported himself to his dungeons, Ares noticed a scroll rolling around the edge of the clearing. He realised he'd seen something fall from Joxer's pack and stooped to pick it up. He unrolled it and scanned it. He blinked and then started to read it properly, swallowing hard. It was a vivid description of sex between two men. It actually brought a flush to his cheeks. Joxer likes men? Joxer likes men! He definitely had to keep a closer eye on his love.

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After Ares had left, Eris appeared from where she'd been watching. It was a good thing she'd been there, if Ares had been a second longer she'd have interfered herself. But she shouldn't have doubted her son, he'd had the timing down to a tee. She wasn't sure of the wisdom of them reopening old wounds though, presumably they'd thought they'd need something quite drastic to get Ares protective streak working overtime. She shrugged, whatever, it had certainly been interesting to see her brother's reaction. She sighed remembering a time when she'd felt, and provoked similar emotions.


Joxer was still reeling as he followed his friends, of all the people to run into! He shuddered. To be honest when Phitus and his right hand man Soce had disappeared all those years ago when they'd worked for his father, he'd thought Jett had killed them. When Jett had found out that they'd been molesting him, and had actually raped him on one occasion, he'd been furious. Joxer squeezed his eyes shut, and then quickly opened them again when he nearly tripped.

He hadn't thought about it in years, well not really. He was grateful to Ares that he'd spared him the humiliation of Xena and Gabrielle seeing him like that. But that was what was really messing with his head, the look in Ares' eyes when he'd killed Soce and the other man, and then the way he'd looked at him. It must have been his imagination, he couldn't possibly have seen concern in his God's eyes, could he?

He couldn't even begin to think how he could thank Ares, his usual offerings were far too insignificant. He started to chuckle helplessly as he imagined Ares' face if he offered the only thing he had, himself. He started to laugh so hard he had to stop, Xena and Gabrielle were staring at him as if he was mad.

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Every time Joxer sighed, stumbled or shuddered, Xena wished she knew what was going on. Something had happened in that clearing, something more than just an attack. After all why drag him away, why not just kill him? And the manner in which Ares had killed the attackers, never in all her days as a warlord had she seen such carnage.

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" Strife? Strifey?" Cupid walked over to his lover in concern. Strife stared up at Cupid, eyes wide and red with unshed tears. Wordlessly he held out a scroll. Cupid sat on the bed next to Strife and pulled him down on to his lap as he started to cry. Stroking Strife's hair he began to read.

NAME: Eris

SEX: Female

AGE: Same age as Ares, we are twins you know

HOME: Mount Olympus, Halls of War

HEIGHT: 5' 10"

EYES: Brown/Black

HAIR: Black

FAVORITE SMELL: Leather, Blood of my enemies, :::raises head and looks around to be sure she's alone::: daffodils (tell anyone about this and I will rip your intestines out)

WORST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Knowing Strife wants to know whom his father is

BEST FEELING IN THE WORLD: Being Strife's mom (he doesn't know this, so I suggest you NEVER tell him, got it?)

WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU THOUGHT OF WHEN YOU WOKE UP THIS MORNING? Damn it's bright!

FAVORITE FOODS: Ambrosia, sweetcakes, apples

THINGS TO DO ON THE WEEKENDS: torture Jerkules and the blonde harpy (Gabrielle for your info)

DO YOU GET ALONG WITH YOUR PARENTS? no

DO YOU SLEEP WITH STUFFED ANIMALS? :::raises an eyebrow, looks around to make double sure ain't no one around::: yes, Tipper my teddy bear (if anyone finds out, I will slit your throat!)

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY KIND OF PET, WHAT WOULD IT BE? a black panther

IF YOU COULD BE ANY TYPE OF ANIMAL WHAT WOULD YOU BE? not into bestiality, Dite

IF YOU COULD MEET ANYONE DEAD OR ALIVE, WHO WOULD IT BE? Strife's father, so I can kick him in the nuts for leaving us

WHAT IS YOUR SIGN? Aries (same as Ares, we are twins, DUH!)

GUYS-IF A GIRL ASKED FOR THE SHIRT OFF YOUR BACK, WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO HER? N/A

GIRLS-WOULD YOU EVER ASK A GUY FOR HIS SHIRT? why? so he can have his fucking way with me? Fuck no!

WHAT IS YOUR OCCUPATION? Goddess of Discord

IF YOU COULD HAVE ANY JOB YOU WANTED, WHAT WOULD IT BE? I like the job I have now, why would I want to change?

IF YOU COULD MAKE YOUR HAIR ANY COLOR, WHAT WOULD IT BE? Maybe silver or red

WHAT IS ON YOUR WALLS IN YOUR ROOM/TEMPLE? besides my victims?

IS THE CUP HALF EMPTY OR HALF FULL? half empty and getting emptier

ARE YOU A RIGHTY, LEFTY OR AMBIDEXTROUS? ambidextrous, it helps with my job

WHAT'S UNDER YOUR BED? :::gets up out of chair and walks into bedchamber. looks under bed::: dust bunnies, wooden box of Strife's baby toys, clothes, a lock of his hair from his first hair cut...

IF YOU WERE SOMEONE ELSE, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOURSELF? Probably not

WHO ARE YOU ENVIOUS OF? :::whispers::: you

WHAT WAS THE BEST SOLSTICE GIFT YOU EVER RECEIVED? the day Strife was born (I'm warning you Dite, tell a soul and you will be in excruciating pain)

WHAT WAS THE WORST SOLSTICE GIFT YOU EVER RECEIVED? when Strife's father left me

NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD CALL A FRIEND: hmmm? I'll have to get back to you on that one

NAME ONE PERSON YOU WOULD CALL AN ENEMY: Strife's fucked up father (ASSHOLE!!!!)

DO YOU LIKE GUYS, GIRLS OR BOTH? guys

ARE YOU A VIRGIN? yeah, right

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN LOVE? :::suddenly thinks about Strife's father::: yes

DESCRIBE YOUR DREAM WEDDING. :::whips out a dagger::: next question

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEXUAL POSITION? All fours

WHO IS THE ONE PERSON YOU WOULD LIKE TO TAKE TO BED? WHY? Jett, he's an assassin, 'nuff said. Besides, from what I've heard about Joxer, I'm wondering if it runs in the family

NAME SOMEONE YOU HAVE A CRUSH ON: Autolycus

DOES THIS PERSON KNOW? I don't think so, but I'm planning on telling him soon <g>

SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU. Dite's an alright chick, but I swear if she tells anyone about this, I will kill her slowly.

Cupid put down the scroll, leaning over Strife to gently kiss his sobbing lover.

" Oh sweetie, why did you steal it?" he asked.

" I didn't know."

Cupid sighed, " Shh, I know baby."

Strife raised his head and stared at Cupid, " Why couldn't she have let me know, just once," his voice broke. " That's all I needed, just to know." He flung himself into Cupid's arms and held on tightly.

" I know, I know," whispered Cupid, rocking him slowly. " It's her way of protecting you, your father obviously hurt her pretty badly."

Strife laughed bitterly, " She's not the only one. If I evah find out who he is, I'm gonna kick his ass!" Cupid couldn't help laughing, " If I know your mother, that will be pretty redundant."

Strife smiled, then chuckled. He sat up again and wiped his face, " Yeah you're right. Ya almost got me feelin' sorry for the guy."

" Well, maybe a grandchild will soften her," said Cupid.

Strife nodded, then froze. He stared at Cupid, mouth open in shock.

" G-grandchild?" he stuttered, " I, we, how?"

Cupid took his hand and put it against his stomach, " How'd you think silly?"

" But, but," Strife stopped and actually thought about it for a second. Regardless of how it could happen, the love of his life was carrying his baby, his baby. " I'm gonna be a dad?"

Cupid nodded, grinning as Strife pushed him back against the bed and rained kisses on his face.

" Hey," said Strife suddenly.

" What?"

" I'll still be able to fuck ya though, won't I? OOOMMPH!" a pillow hit him full in the face. Strife climbed back onto the bed.

" No fair!" he lay back next to Cupid, " So how did it happen?"

" I went to ask Grandma, I've had my suspicions for a while," Strife nodded, " She confirmed it. She told me that while it's possible for two male Gods to have kids, there's usually some effort involved. The only thing she could think happened was, that there is so much love around when we're together, things happened of their own accord."

" Wow," whispered Strife in awe.

" I know," Cupid whispered back. He snuggled up against his lover, " You wanna make an honest God out of me?"

Strife chuckled, " Is that a backwards way of proposin' ta me?"

" Maybe."

" Ya sure? I mean ya sure ya wanna be tied ta me?" asked Strife.

Cupid rolled over and propped himself on one elbow, " Of course I'm sure, why?"

" Well, ya know, after…"

" You mean after Psyche?" asked Cupid quietly. Strife nodded. " 'Course doofus. I knew you'd never ask," Cupid smiled. " So what d'ya say?"

" Hmm, well, I'll have to think about that, woah." Cupid rolled on top of him and pinned him to the bed.

" You cheeky shit!"

Strife yelped as Cupid began to tickle him mercilessly. He tried to wriggle out of Cupid's grasp, but that was the advantage of having wings, he could pin Strife down and tickle him at the same time.

" Okay, okay, I give, " panted Strife.

" Hmm, okay!" Cupid rolled them over so that Strife lay on top of him. " Do you?" he asked seriously.

" I do."


" Arry?" Aphrodite appeared in the halls of Ares' home.

Ares flashed in to join her, " What?" he sighed.

" Here, take Bliss for me," she handed the small Godling to his grandfather.

" What?" he exclaimed.

" Oh come on, please Ar. Everyone else is busy, and I promised Cupie I'd take care of him, and then I remembered I have this thing and…"

" Enough, fine I'll take him," Ares shook his head and sighed as his sister bundled his grandson into his arms, and disappeared.

" Gwandpa!" Bliss wrapped his little arms round Ares' neck and gave him a big kiss.

Ares smiled and blew a raspberry on Bliss' neck. Bliss giggled and nearly fell out of Ares' arms from wriggling. Ares hoisted Bliss up onto his shoulders and took him to his bedroom. He waved a hand and Cupid's old toys appeared on the floor. Bliss flew over Ares' head, tumbling across the floor as he landed.

" Oopsadaisy, careful sweetie, it took your daddy 2 years before he could land properly," Ares chuckled as he remembered Cupid's early flying attempts.

" Me fly's good as daddy did?" Bliss asked.

" Course," Ares grinned. " Better even."

" Kewl!"

" Kewl?" Ares started to laugh.

" Daddy Stwife says it," said Bliss, his little face scrunched up into a frown.

" I know he does," said Ares, he ruffled Bliss' hair fondly.

" Daddy say, he and Stwifey gonna be daddies togevah, gwandpa," Bliss bounced excitedly.

Ares frowned, " Daddies together?"

" Yeah, daddy's pweg, pweg," Bliss huffed in frustration.

" Pregnant?" asked Ares.

Bliss nodded happily. Ares had to sit down for a moment. His son was pregnant? Well that was quite a shock. He wondered who else might know.

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" Xena!"

Xena, Gabrielle and Joxer stopped and looked round.

" Hercules, Iolaus, where'd you guys come from?" Xena smiled at them.

" We were in Thrace, heard you passed through, thought we'd try and catch you," said Hercules with a grin, then he faltered. " J-joxer?"

Hercules and Iolaus stared at him in shock. Joxer flushed.

" Hi guys," he said in greeting.

" What happened to you?" Iolaus grinned at him.

" Ares happened to him," Gabrielle answered for Joxer, somewhat huffily.

Joxer frowned. " He gave me a gift," he said shortly.

Hercules snorted, " Ares doesn't give, he only takes. He's obviously using you to get to Xena somehow."

Joxer laughed, " Really, by giving me some clothes? Yeah I can see how that would help him get to Xena."

Iolaus and Xena exchanged glances and had to look away quickly holding in laughter, as Hercules spluttered at the unexpected reply.

" Joxer!" exclaimed Gabrielle in surprise.

" Gabrielle," said Joxer imitating her tone. He really was getting fed up with those two blaming Ares for absolutely everything.

" Um, okay, so Xena, where are you guys headed?" asked Iolaus.

" Lerna," she replied, her lips still twitching from contained laughter. She was enjoying this unexpected side of Joxer.

Iolaus nodded, " What do you reckon, Herc? Lerna sound good to you?"

Hercules nodded slowly, " Sure."

Hercules and Iolaus fell into step with Gabrielle and Joxer, following Argo, and an awkward silence fell. Joxer fell back slightly to avoid the reproachful glances he was getting from Gabby.

It was going to be hard to get away from all four of them and visit Ares' temple, and he still had no idea what he could offer as thanks for his rescue. Ares mewed and he shifted his pack so he could pull the little kitten out of the side pocket where it slept.

" You hungry Ares?" he slipped the kitten round his neck to free his hands again.

" Ares?" Iolaus turned to look at him with an inquiring frown.

Joxer shrugged, " He was a gift, he came with the name."

" He's pretty cute," said Iolaus, " Someone obviously likes you."

Joxer looked thoughtful, then nodded, " Yeah, I guess."

They continued the journey in silence, Joxer lost in thought while he fed Ares.

It took them the rest of the day to reach Lerna. Once they'd arrived, Xena and Hercules headed out to look for supplies while Iolaus, Gabrielle and Joxer went to find lodgings for the night.

" Iolaus," whispered Joxer while Gabrielle was bargaining.

" What is it?"

" I've got to go somewhere, can you just tell the others I'll be back later?" Joxer asked.

" Course, I won't tell them you're going to visit Ares' temple," Iolaus smiled kindly.

Joxer flushed, " How, how'd you know?"

" It's not obvious, don't worry, I've just seen what you're like when Ares is around. And the way you stood up to Herc and Gabby today, well," Iolaus shrugged. " Now go, here comes Gabby."

Joxer made his escape quickly, hurrying to the temple. If he was lucky, it'd be fairly empty at this time of day. He always liked to take his time if he could.

In fact the temple was completely empty, not even a priest in sight. Joxer made his way to the altar and statue, kneeling down in front of them. He put down his pack and put Ares on the floor, letting him explore.

' Ares, I, I don't really know what to say, or how to thank you," he stopped, words seemed so insignificant somehow. He stared up at the statue.

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" Gwandpa, look," said Bliss, he was playing with one of the scrying mirrors Ares used to keep an eye on his temples. " Kitty, can I play with kitty?"

Ares frowned, a cat in one of his temples? Then he sucked in a breath as he heard Joxer's hesitant words.

" Come on then kiddo, let's go and play with the kitty," he picked Bliss up and transported them down to the temple.

Joxer fell back in shock as Ares and Bliss walked out of the statue.

" Joxer," said Ares by way of greeting. Joxer blinked at him in shock.

Bliss bounced in his grandfather's arms, " C'mon, gwandpa, want kitty."

" What do you say?" asked Ares, raising his eyebrows at Bliss.

" Please."

" Kiss first," said Ares, grinning as Bliss kissed his cheek and then flew out of his arms unsteadily to look for the kitten. Ares turned his attention to Joxer.

" How are you feeling?" he asked.

Joxer swallowed and took a deep breath, " I'm, I'm fine, thank you."

Ares smiled, " Good… you look, uh, you look good."

Joxer's eyes widened, " Um, okay."

" Gwandpa?" Bliss flew onto Ares' head.

" Woah, careful," Ares laughed and pulled Bliss down. " What is it?"

" Can I have the kitty?"

" I don't know sweetie, you'll have to ask Joxer. It's his kitty," Ares replied.

Bliss turned his attention to Joxer for the first time, and he cocked his head, his face scrunching up thoughtfully. Then he smiled.

" Hello Joxie!" he flew over to Joxer, who caught him neatly. " Can I have your kitty, Joxie?" he asked.

Joxer looked hesitant, " Well I guess, he was a present, but I don't know who from," he paused when Ares frowned slightly, " Promise to take good care of him?"

Bliss nodded solemnly, " I pwomise."

" Well okay then, Ares is yours," said Joxer.

" Kitty's called Awes?" laughed Bliss, " Gwandpa, Joxie called kitty 'Awes'."

" I know," said Ares, grinning at his grandson. " Go and play, I want to talk to Joxer." Bliss nodded. Joxer looked worried.

" What?" asked Ares, " Are you still afraid of me?"

Joxer shook his head hesitantly, " I guess not really. You've been… um good to me." Ares smiled broadly. " Thanks for, uh you know, saving me."

Ares' face darkened slightly, " It should never have happened, I should have killed him before he could ever have touched you again," he thundered.

Joxer stared at him in surprise and confusion. Ares sighed and sat on his altar.

" You are my best follower Joxer, of course I would save you," he said.

" I-I'm your best follower?" Ares nodded. " Wow," Joxer breathed out heavily and sat down next to Ares.

" But I'm a terrible warrior."

Ares chuckled, " Yes, you are. But you were never trained properly and that armour!" Ares shook his head. " How you even managed to stand upright I'll never know!"

Joxer smiled, " It's certainly easier to move in these," he rubbed his hands on his leather pants. Ares followed the motion with his eyes and swallowed hard, shifting minutely to adjust himself. " I never thanked you properly for the clothes," Joxer continued.

Ares tore his eyes away from Joxer's leather encased legs and grinned at him, " That was nothing. It's something I've been meaning to do for a while." " Really?" Joxer raised his eyebrows.

Ares nodded, " It's already improved your balance, had you noticed?"

Joxer frowned thoughtfully, " Hey, yeah, you're right," he paused, then flushed. " Well I mean, of course you're right. I just…"

" Joxer it's okay. I want you to feel like you can talk to me like, like a friend," Ares smiled a little hesitantly.

Joxer blinked at him, then nodded, " I'd like that," he said quietly.

" Gwandpa?" Bliss toddled over to them carrying Ares the kitten. He yawned widely and rubbed his eyes.

Ares jumped off the altar and picked Bliss up, then he sat back down, " Someone looks ready for bed."

" Can I have a story?"

" Oh I think I can manage that," he ruffled Bliss's hair.

" You're good with him," said Joxer.

" There's no need to sound so surprised," Ares smiled to show he was joking. " I wasn't too involved in Cupid's upbringing. I don't want to miss out with my grandkids," he smiled gently at the thought of Cupid being pregnant.

" You thought about having any more of your own?" Joxer asked.

Ares was silent for so long that Joxer was a little worried. He put his hand on Ares' shoulder.

" Ares, are you okay?"

Ares forced a smile, " Yes I'm fine. I have thought about it, but I don't think it's ever going to happen," he put his hand over Joxer's.

" Joxer!", " Ares!" exclaimed Gabrielle and Hercules. Ares growled low in his chest. he leaned forward and whispered in Joxer's ear, " We'll talk again soon." Then he and Bliss disappeared.

Joxer sighed in disappointment.

Xena and Iolaus exchanged glances. Xena raised a questioning eyebrow and Iolaus shrugged slightly in reply. Ares and Joxer had looked very comfortable together, sitting so close. And Ares had looked almost gentle with Bliss in his arms.

" By the Gods Joxer, what were you thinking coming here?" asked Hercules.

" What did Ares want? Are you okay?" asked Gabrielle.

Joxer shut his eyes and took a deep breath. Then he stood up. " To thank my God. Nothing and yes I'm fine," he replied shortly. " And what exactly are you doing here?" he glanced questioningly at Iolaus.

" Sorry Jox, they guessed," Iolaus said with a shrug.

Hercules rounded on him, " You knew he was here?"

" He has a right to worship whomever he wants, and in private." Hercules frowned at his friend.

" Come on," said Xena quickly. " Let's get back to the inn."

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Eris watched the five friends leave her brother's temple, thoughtfully. Things were progressing quite well, but why wasn't Strife there? She frowned, silly question really. He was probably with Cupid. She sighed, Strife had been in love with Cupid for… she blinked, Gods so long she couldn't even remember!

She just couldn't bear the thought of Strife having his heart broken, the way she had. One glorious summer, that's all she'd had, before he'd found out exactly who she was. Oh, he'd known she was a Goddess, that wasn't the problem, after all he was a demi-god himself. But when he'd discovered they shared Zeus as a father, he couldn't get away from her fast enough.

She closed her eyes, the pain still as raw as the day he'd left. He'd never even acknowledged Strife's existence, which is why she would never, ever tell Strife who his father was. Time to pay the bastard a little visit. Her face twisted into a bitter smile. It had been a while since she'd put a little discord into his life.


<Eris!> There was a flash, and the Goddess of Discord appeared in the Hall of War.

" You called bro?"

Ares turned towards his sister, fists planted on his hips. He glared at her. Eris narrowed her eyes.

" What?" she snapped.

" Your son."

" What about Strife?" she asked defensively.

" Your son, has made my son, PREGNANT!!!" Ares' voice rose to a shout.

Eris stared at her brother, eyes wide from shock.

" I, I," she stuttered, backing away. She stopped when she heard Ares snort. She looked up at her brother , he was shaking, leaning back against the table. When she gaped at him, he erupted into gales of laughter.

" Your- your- your face," he waved his hand and sat down on the chair which appeared. Eris folded her arms across her chest and waited. She tapped her foot, her face thunderous.

" Well, I'm glad you think it's funny," she said, once he'd calmed down. Ares sobered up immediately.

" I don't think it's funny, I think it's great," he replied seriously. " Don't you?"

Tears pricked her eyes. " I don't know," she turned away.

" Eris," Ares sighed and put his hands on her shoulders, rubbing lightly. " Cupid loves Strife as much as Strife loves Cupid. He won't hurt him."

" Can you promise me that?" Eris turned and laid her head on his shoulder.

" You know I can't, love," he wrapped an arm around her and stroked her hair. " It's Strife's life, and he has to live it. He survived when Cupid got married, just like Cupid survived when Strife died."

Eris refused to cry, but her breath hitched a little.

" I think Cupid and Strife are for eternity, Eris," he held her close.

A thought suddenly struck her. " I'm going to be a grandmother?"

Ares held her out at arms length and smiled, " Yes you are."

Eris smiled at last, " A grandma," she breathed. She started to laugh. " So what are we going to do?"

" I think we should surprise them," Ares smirked.

" What, like you surprised me?" Eris snorted.

Ares raised his eyebrows, his lips twitching, " What a good idea."

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Joxer lay on his pallet and tried to sleep. It wasn't just Hercules' snoring that was keeping him awake, although how Iolaus managed to sleep through it was beyond him.

The past few days it seemed his mind was a constant whirl of emotion. If anyone had told him last week that he would be, what, friends with Ares? He never would have believed them. He still couldn't quite believe how loving and gentle Ares had been with Bliss, and how open he'd been.

Or how sexy. Joxer groaned, when was Ares not sexy? He reached down to run a finger up his hardening cock. He shivered and gently scraped a nail along the same path, biting his lip to hold back a moan.

He pressed his palm against his erection, then took a tight grip. Running a thumb over the tip, he spread precum, which was already leaking, over his cock to ease his movements.

His fantasies took a different path than usual as he imagined a more tender Ares kissing him, pushing him gently back onto a bed. Joxer sucked on his fingers and reached down behind himself to explore his opening, picturing Ares preparing him.

Joxer tugged harder and faster on his cock and plunged his fingers deep into his body, seeing Ares, wishing it was Ares. He rocked slowly on his fingers, reaching for his pleasure spot, his fist pumping his shaft. When his fingers brushed over the small protrusion, his orgasm exploded. He jerked helplessly, hot liquid spurting over his hand.

" Ares," he moaned. Joxer lay back, panting quietly. For the first time in a long time, he didn't feel completely miserable and he curled up to go to sleep.

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Iolaus shifted uncomfortably when he realised what Joxer was doing. He debated making Joxer aware that he was still awake, but it was too late to do that, without embarrassing him. So he just tried not to listen. Until he heard Joxer say Ares, then it took all his self control not to sit up in shock.

So it went that far? He'd known Joxer was a dedicated follower of Ares, but he hadn't realised love was involved. He sighed and rested his head on Hercules' shoulder. He just hoped Joxer wouldn't get his heart broken.

Although Ares' behaviour had been somewhat curious. Iolaus thought for a moment, what if? Ares and Joxer? He smiled, no surely not. He just couldn't imagine Ares with anyone. Hercules mumbled in his sleep and turned over, pulling Iolaus into a tight hug. Iolaus snuggled in and closed his eyes.

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" Strife," said Ares quietly.

Strife blanched, his eyes widening in fear. He recognised that tone. He started to back away, wondering what he could have done. Oh Gods, he hadn't found out about their plan, had he?

" Uh, Unc, I, I can explain," he stuttered as Ares stalked towards him.

" Really?" Ares began to form a fireball in his hands.

" Me an' Cupe, we, oh SHIT!" he dived out of the way.

" Dad!" Cupid appeared in the room. He ran over to Strife, who was cowering on the floor. Ares was already laughing.

" You ruined my fun," he gasped.

Cupid frowned, " I know, I just got away from Discord's idea of 'fun'!" He turned to his lover, " Strife, you okay baby?"

Strife nodded, " Cupe, he knows."

" About the baby," Cupid interrupted quickly.

" Oh yeah, right, about the baby," Strife said hurriedly. Ares frowned, but then Eris appeared in the room and went to stand next to her brother.

" Well," she crossed her arms, " I guess our fun got cut short."

Strife stared at his mother almost longingly, then shook his head, " Mom, what did ya do ta Cupid?"

" Me? Would I do anything?" she asked innocently. Strife gave a half-smile and she frowned quizzically.

" It's okay Strife, just some stuff about, how could I possibly get pregnant without you knowing. Nothing physical. Dad how could you?" Cupid glared at his father.

" Oh come on, I wouldn't have actually hit him. It was just a bit of fun." Cupid continued to frown. " Did I mention how happy we are?" Ares crouched down beside his son and nephew, " We really are happy for you."

" Thanks Pops," Cupid relented and smiled. " But did you have to try and scare us like that?"

" Try?" exclaimed Ares. " Okay, okay," he raised his hands placatingly at Cupid's expression, " we shouldn't have done it."

" No," Cupid turned back to Strife and pulled him to his feet. " Now, we're going to pick up Bliss."

" He's here," Ares grinned.

Cupid frowned, " Here? That's how you knew!"

Ares nodded, " Your mother had a thing apparently. Does she know?"

" Not yet, we were going to tell you all together," Cupid replied.

Ares transported the sleeping Bliss into his arms and handed him to his father.

" Oh nearly forgot," Ares concentrated and transported the kitten into Strife's arms. Strife and Cupid stared at the kitten in shock.

" Joxer gave Bliss his kitten, is that all right?" Ares asked.

" Uh, sure," Cupid glanced at Strife, who shrugged minutely.

" See you later Pops," Cupid and Bliss disappeared.

" Later, Unc," he cleared his throat, and on an impulse, kissed Eris' cheek, " Mom," Strife hurried after him.

" What was that?" asked Eris, she touched her cheek in wonder.

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Cupid put Bliss in his bed and kissed his son gently so as not to wake him. Strife smiled at his loved ones and went to stand by Cupid who was staring at Bliss. He wrapped an arm round Cupid's shoulder.

" Ya looking forward ta anothah one?"

Cupid sighed and nodded, " Not so sure about being pregnant though, food is really starting to get to me."

Strife chuckled and squeezed him, " How 'bout next time, I do it?"

" You did do it remember?" Cupid said with a snort of laughter.

Strife rolled his eyes, " Ya know what I mean."

Cupid nodded and kissed him, " We'd better think about announcements you know, and talk to grandma about getting hitched."

" Okay, but I really don't want anything major, ya know."

" You think we should invite Joxer?" Cupid grinned. Strife burst out laughing and Cupid quickly transported them away, so they didn't wake Bliss.

In their bedroom, Cupid paced. " So, Dad spoke to Joxer and we weren't there. Damn, I wonder what happened."

" Well, if Bliss was there, not a lot," Strife said thoughtfully. " Do ya think we should give him anothah present?"

Cupid nodded, " But what?"

Strife smiled, " I have an idea, something a little more obvious I think." He leaned over to kiss Cupid before he disappeared.

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Joxer woke up feeling sticky. Seeing Iolaus and Hercules still asleep in each other's arms, he took the opportunity to wash himself quickly.

He went to pick up his clothes and stopped. Sitting on top of them was a belt and scabbard. He picked


" Everythin' according to plan?" asked Cupid.

Strife nodded, as he stalked over to his lover. Cupid grinned and lay back. Strife crawled over his body and straddled him.

" Cupe?"

" Yeah?"

" I want mom ta be happy," Strife rolled off Cupid and curled up next to him.

" I know," Cupid hugged him close.

" What about Autolycus?" asked Strife.

" What about him?"

" Duh! Mom's gotta crush on him," Strife tapped Cupid's head. " How 'bout we fix em up?"

Cupid looked at Strife, " This wouldn't have anything to do with what Eris and Pops pulled last night, would it?"

Strife smirked, " Weeell." Cupid shook his head and chuckled.

" Well, maybe that's not a bad idea. She seems to forget how much we love each other," Cupid bit his lip. " And why you're here."

Strife hugged him, " I remember."

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Two years before

" You're insane!"

"Oh come on, Strife," Cupid started.

" No, ya bein' stupid," Strife was desperately trying not to cry, but his heart was breaking.

" Strife, please, I love her," Cupid pleaded.

Strife snorted, " Yeah, whatever, if shooting yourself in the foot means you love her, fine."

" Will you just give me your support?" Cupid asked.

" Fine," Strife wrapped his arms around himself. " But expect 'I told ya so's' when you come cryin ta me."

Cupid sighed, this was not the reaction he'd expected from his cousin when he'd told him about his forthcoming marriage. " Okay. Will you be there?"

" I dunno, maybe," Strife just wanted to get out of there. He certainly didn't want to be part of a ceremony that would lose him Cupid forever.

After Cupid married, he saw less and less of Strife. He was surprised how lonely he felt without his cousin around all the time. Psyche didn't seem all that bothered about spending time with him. It had started off well, but lately she'd been distant, and if he was honest he couldn't bring himself to care. He wondered if the marriage hadn't been a little hasty after all. The only highlight in his life came with Bliss' birth.

Then his whole world came crashing down around his ears in one day.

He got a summons to see his grandmother and flashed into her temple.

" Wha-what's going on?" Cupid stuttered. Psyche was bound with Hephaestian manacles and on her knees. She stared pleadingly at her husband.

" Cupid, I'm so sorry to do this. It was brought to my attention that young Psyche was having some, uh, an affair," Hera said gently. " I want you to see what I saw in her mind."

" Psyche?" Cupid was confused.

" It's not true Cupie, I swear, umph," Psyche was silenced suddenly.

Cupid stepped forward and reached out his mind to connect with Psyche's. He staggered back from the force of hatred and disgust he felt directed towards himself. Then he saw all the running around about behind his back with various Gods and mortals and pulled away, shaking his head.

" Why?"

Psyche laughed bitterly, " You don't know? You try living with someone who is in love with someone else." She sneered at him.

Cupid frowned, " What?" he had no idea what she was talking about.

Hera touched his shoulder. " You may choose her punishment. Your ties have already been severed."

Cupid shook his head, trying to clear it. " I, I. Make her mortal, send her back to Earth, that is punishment enough," he replied.

" No!" Psyche screamed. She glared at him and he backed away from the hatred in her eyes.

" It is done," intoned Hera. Psyche disappeared.

" Cupid, will you be all right?" Hera asked her grandson kindly.

He nodded, " Yeah, I'm just, I don't know." He kissed Hera goodbye and transported himself back to his halls. He sat down. It was strange, he didn't really feel anything. He wasn't even really surprised, except he had no idea what she meant about loving someone else.

As he sat there, he was suddenly gripped by a terrible pain. He clutched at his chest, struggling for breath. As he passed out, he whispered a name.

" Strife."

When he came to, he felt terrible, like a part of himself was missing. He transported himself to Strife's bedroom.

" Strife? Strife?" he called. He flashed into the War Room.

" Dad?" Ares was sitting down, his head in his hands. He looked up, his eyes were red.

" Cupid, I."

" What? What's happened? Where's Strife?" Cupid shook his father.

" He, he's dead. Callisto, somehow she managed to get hold of the Hind's blood dagger. It, she killed him. I didn't know, I didn't stop her." Ares closed his eyes.

Cupid dropped to the floor. He shook his head, refusing to believe his father.

" No, no, no," he rocked jerkily.

" Cupid, I'm sorry," Ares reached out to touch his son.

" No!" screamed Cupid. He pushed Ares away, and transported himself to his room. He flung himself onto his bed and started to cry. Great sobs racked his body.

" Sweetie?" Cupid froze.

" Cupie, what is it?" He looked up at his mother.

" St-St-Strife," he sobbed. Aphrodite sat on the bed and pulled her son into her arms.

" I know, I know," she said, trying to use her power to ease his pain. But then she felt something unexpected. She pulled back slightly.

" You love him?" Cupid nodded.

" I didn't know," he whispered. " I felt him die. And now… there's nothing." He buried his face in her shoulder.

For days he saw no one, except Bliss. But his broken heart upset his son, and eventually he asked his mother to take care of him.

He sat in his hall as he had for the last three days, doing nothing, seeing nothing. Even Aphrodite, Ares and Hera appearing in his hall didn't get a reaction.

" Sweetie?" Cupid stared blankly at his mother. " Cupie we need to talk to you." Cupid nodded. Aphrodite smiled hesitantly.

" Cupid, I know you loved Strife, but you have to carry on, you have to." Cupid closed his eyes and swallowed hard, he hadn't cried for a couple of hours and he didn't want to cry anymore. He shook his head.

" I can't."

" Cupid, how much do you love him?" Hera asked.

" More than life," Cupid whispered hoarsely.

" Enough to risk leaving Bliss fatherless?"

Cupid opened his eyes and frowned, " What do you mean?"

" There is a little known rule in the kingdom of Hades, implemented by Persephone. If you pass the Trial of True Love, you can bring back your loved one. But," she stopped.

" But what?"

" But if you fail, you die," Ares finished for her.

Cupid sat up, a determined look on his face, " What do I have to do?"

" Cupie, are you sure?" Aphrodite asked.

Cupid nodded, " I can't be any kind of a father to Bliss with half my soul missing."

Ares and Aphrodite sighed and kissed their son, before disappearing.

" You must go before Hades, ask to take the Trial of True Love for Strife," said Hera.

" Thank you grandmother. We will be back, I promise."

Cupid visited Bliss before he left.

" Daddy!" squealed Bliss.

" Hey sweetie," Cupid sat down. " Bliss, daddy has to go away, and I might not come back," Cupid stroked his son's cheek. " But I love you very much."

Bliss hugged his father, " I love you too daddy."

Cupid sighed and kissed him, " Bye darling."

Cupid transported himself down to the underworld.

" Hades?" he called nervously. Hades appeared in a flash of black sparks.

" Cupid? What are you doing here?" he asked.

" I, I want to take the Trial of True Love," Cupid replied.

Hades frowned, " Psyche is not with me."

Cupid frowned, " I wouldn't risk anything for her! I, I want to take it for Strife."

" Strife?" Hades raised his eyebrows in surprise. Cupid nodded. " Very well. You must face three tests and pass them all. If you fail you too will die."

" I understand," Cupid said firmly.

" So be it!"

Cupid found himself in a cave with three Strifes. He stared at them in confusion. "Strife?"

" Hey cuz, hear ya dumped that Psycho chick," said the first with a wink.

" Yo, cuz, youngish, free and single huh?" said the second with a smirk.

The third Strife smiled gently, " I told ya so, Cupe."

Cupid smiled, " Strife," he sighed. He reached out to touch the third Strife and all three vanished.

A voice echoed round the cave, " You have passed the test of friendship, and very quickly I might add."

Suddenly Cupid found himself in the middle of an orgy. Three nubile, young women came towards him, smiling.

" Cupid, welcome," said the first, handing him a drink.

" Come, relax a while with us," the second kissed his cheek.

" When's the second test?" Cupid asked in confusion.

" Soon," said the third woman. She took his hand, " Come."

The first two women wrapped their arms around him and led him to a couch. He barely noticed them. One of the girls knelt between his legs and started to stroke his thighs. Another slipped behind him and rubbed his shoulders.

" What are you doing?" Cupid pushed them away. He put the drink down, his foot tapping impatiently. What was going on? He didn't have time for this, when was the second test?

A third woman slipped behind him and began to stroke his wings, pressing her breasts up against his back.

" Oh you're so tense," she breathed in his ear, " Relax."

Cupid stood sharply, knocking her down with his wings in his haste and agitation, " How can I relax? What's going on? Hades?" he shouted angrily, " I want the second test now!" The room was suddenly empty.

" You have passed the test of temptation, congratulations. Now comes the hard part."

Cupid found himself, this time, in total darkness. " What in Hades?" then he laughed at himself, obviously in Hades.

" Cupe?"

" Strife! Strife, where are you?"

" I don't know." The cave was lit up by fires.

" By the Gods," breathed Cupid in horror. Strife was chained to the side of a cliff. He looked half dead. Below him, coiled up, lay an enormous serpent. Cupid gulped, biting his lip nervously. He hated snakes. It reared up and hissed at him as he approached.

" Cupe, please go back," begged Strife.

Cupid looked up at his love and took a deep breath, " No!" With that, he launched himself into the air. The serpent lunged at him, and he just managed to dodge it. As he flew, the serpent followed, he couldn't shake it.

" Cupid, I don't want ya hurt," Strife shouted desperately.

" I can't get anymore hurt than living without you," Cupid yelled as he dodged another lunge. Cupid flew round and round, then he dodged down and back round. Then he flew through the coil formed in the serpent's body. It lunged at him again, then stopped as it got caught in its own body. It dropped to the ground.

Cupid wiped the sweat from his face and flew up to Strife. Cupid released the chains and Strife vanished.

" No!" screamed Cupid. There was a flash and he was standing before Hades again.

" You faced your fear and risked your life, you pass the test of unconditional love," Hades actually smiled. He waved his hand and Strife appeared.

" Strife's life and Godhood are restored, you may go."

Cupid grabbed hold of Strife tightly, and transported them both to his room.

" Cupe, dude, what's going on?" Strife was confused. He sat down on the bed.

Cupid sat down next to his cousin, " You died."

" I died?" Cupid nodded. " How?"

" Callisto stabbed you with the Hind's blood dagger."

" But how come I'm here?"

" I, uh, I brought you back," Cupid said hesitantly.

" How? Why?" Strife frowned in confusion.

Cupid gulped, " Strife, I have a few things to tell you." Strife nodded.

" Psyche's gone, for good," he put up his hand to stop Strife. " I don't care about that. I, I care about you." He took Strife's hand and pressed it to his chest. " I felt you go." Tears stung his eyes, " I've never, I wanted to die."

" Don't say that, don't evah say that!" Strife shook his cousin. " Ya have people who love ya, ya have a son."

Cupid smiled weakly, " What kind of Love God has a broken heart?"

Strife stared at him, eyes swimming with tears, " What, what do ya mean?"

" I love you Strife, I couldn't live without you. I, I don't expect anything from you. I." Strife put a finger on his lips.

" Ya dope, do ya have any idea how long I've wanted ta hear that?" Cupid frowned. " I love ya," he touched Cupid's brow to smooth out the frown. " I've loved ya for decades." Strife smiled at the look of sheer awe on Cupid's face. He leaned forward and gently touched his lips to Cupid's, then pulled back to look at him searchingly.

Cupid blinked, " Why did you stop?" he gripped Strife's top and pulled him forward to kiss him. Strife moaned and cupped Cupid's face, pulling him closer as their lips parted and tongues touched hesitantly.

They lay back on the bed and Strife climbed over Cupid, without breaking the kiss. He pulled back, lapping Cupid's lips lightly, before plunging his tongue back inside his mouth. Cupid sucked Strife's tongue, his hands sliding down the slim frame, coming to rest on the firm ass.

He pulled Strife down, pushing his hips up at the same time. He grinned against Strife's mouth when he felt, rather than heard, the moan, as their hard cocks pushed together. Strife rocked against Cupid, kissing him desperately.

It was too much for both of them. Cupid pushed up hard, rubbing frantically, until with a gasp, he came, his back arching. Strife stiffened above him, a strangled cry signalling his own orgasm.

Strife collapsed on top of Cupid, who wrapped his wings around them both.

" Sorry," whispered Strife.

" Why?" Cupid whispered back.

" I wanted ta take it slow, but I needed ya too badly."

" S'okay, I needed you too. We got forever to take it any way we want," Cupid said. They kissed gently.

" I remember," Strife repeated.

Cupid kissed the top of his head, " So, your mom and Autolycus, huh?"

Strife nodded. " Yeah, I think they'd go well togethah, dontcha think?"

Cupid thought about it, " Could be, I mean we know they like each other. But they're not in love like pops and Joxer." He grinned, " A real challenge."


Joxer hung back from the others as they walked. He was still thinking about the dagger. Hercules and Gabby were talking, Xena was her usual quiet self and Iolaus was making wry comments about whatever Hercules was talking about. Although, Joxer noticed that Iolaus was directing curious glances his way.

He touched his armour where it covered the dagger. Again the fact that it might be Ares wouldn't leave his head, no matter how ridiculous it seemed. But then, he'd learned some things about Ares recently. Seen a side of him, he suspected not many people had ever seen. Considering that barely a week ago, he would have sworn that Ares didn't even know he existed. He smiled as he remembered how affectionate Ares had been with Bliss, and found himself looking forward to seeing him again.

They stopped at an inn just outside a small village to rest and water Argo. They didn't really need to eat there themselves, but they decided to have a drink. It was small and dark, and a little smoky, but not too crowded, and they sat at a table. Joxer forced himself into his usual chatty persona, regaling Hercules and Iolaus with exaggerated tales of heroism, much to Gabrielle's disgust.

" Well, well, well." They all turned round. Autolycus was standing behind them, holding Joxer's dagger. " And since when did you have anything worth stealing, Joxer?"

Joxer was caught between fury and embarrassment, " Give it back," he demanded. Autolycus raised his eyebrows and held the dagger up as Joxer reached for it.

" Very interesting, Hephaestian silver, extremely valuable," Autolycus commented.

Joxer stood and glowered at the thief, " Give. It. Back!"

Autolycus raised his hands, " Okay, okay," he handed the dagger back to Joxer, who almost snatched it from his grasp. " Woah, take it easy man, I just wanted to see what you were hiding."

" I wasn't hiding it," Joxer said defensively.

" Um hmm," Autolycus looked doubtful.

" Where'd you get something like that?" Hercules asked.

Joxer sighed and sat down again, " It was a gift and no," he stopped the forthcoming question, " I don't know who from."

" Can I see it?" asked Xena. Joxer reluctantly gave it to her. She examined the blade and hilt carefully, testing the sharpness. Only Iolaus saw her eyes widen at the design on the blade. " It's an amazing weapon, you're lucky to have it Joxer," she handed it back to him, and he carefully slipped it back in it's sheath.

" But why does Joxer keep getting stuff?" asked Gabrielle.

" Well, why not?" asked Iolaus. Gabrielle frowned at him.

Autolycus sat down, " So where you guys headed?"

" Lerna," said Xena, she was still staring at Joxer.

" Great, I'll join you," Autolycus invited himself.

" What's in Lerna?" Hercules asked suspiciously.

" Nothing," Autolycus tried to look innocent.

Iolaus laughed, " Sure, we believe you." Autolycus grinned.

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" Hey Xena," Iolaus walked into the stable, " Can I talk to you?"

" What's up?" she asked.

" I, uh, I'm a little worried about Joxer."

" You're worried?" Xena shook her head and sighed.

" What?"

" It's just," Xena paused. Iolaus raised his eyebrows. " That dagger is from Ares."

" How do you know?" Iolaus was surprised.

" The design on the blade? It's one of Ares' symbols, not widely known, but I'd recognise it anywhere." She bit her lip, " Then there was the kitten, I mean who else would call a kitten Ares? And the armour? Yes I'm worried."

" Oh dear."

" What, oh dear?"

Iolaus looked down, " Nobody knows this right?" he looked at her and she nodded, frowning in confusion. " Joxer is in love with Ares."

" What?!" Xena's question was explosive. " How do you know?"

Iolaus shifted uncomfortably, " I just know."

Xena leaned against Argo, " You know I have the strangest feeling it's mutual."

Iolaus frowned, " Are you kidding me? Ares?"

Xena nodded, " Just after we were in Thrace, we were attacked. Joxer got dragged off while we were fighting." She sighed, " When we found him, Ares was there and Joxer's attackers… well," she shook her head, " If you hadn't known they were human, you wouldn't have guessed."

" Wow," Iolaus was stunned, " He did seem, well I don't know, close to Jox at the temple."

" Do you think they know?"

" What that they love each other?" Xena nodded, " No. You know, I don't think they do." He laughed, " Oh man, Herc is gonna flip!"

" I think it's best we didn't say anything," said Xena seriously.

Iolaus nodded, " You're telling me!"

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Ares paced agitatedly. Why did he get the feeling Strife was up to something? He sighed in frustration, he'd really been getting somewhere with Joxer, before they'd been interrupted. When was he going to have another chance to speak to him alone?

He laughed at himself and shook his head. What a picture! The God of War, pining over some mortal. Deciding to keep an eye on Joxer and Strife, he forced himself to concentrate on his job and transported himself into battle to relieve some tension.

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" What next?"

Cupid sighed, " I don't know, I'm stumped."

" Yeah me too," Strife flung himself back onto a chair, which wobbled precariously.

" It's easy enough to plan for Joxer, but how in Tartarus do we give Pops a clue?"

" Ooh, wait a sec," Strife grinned wickedly. " Do we want to really push this one?" Cupid nodded. " Okay, cool, we got phase three! We just need ta visit Morpheus."

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Joxer was getting impatient with the pace Xena was setting. He wanted to get to Lerna and visit Ares. If he was lucky, Ares might come down and speak to him.

" Ok people, bath time," Xena pulled up by a river. " Gabby and I will go upriver and meet you later."

" But…" protested Joxer.

" Bath!" said Xena as she disappeared into the trees.

Hercules and Iolaus stripped off and ran to the river. Autolycus lay back on the ground and closed his eyes. Joxer watched Hercules and Iolaus wrestling in the water for a while but wandered off when they started making out. He walked into the trees and then sat down, pulling the dagger out. He stared at it, trying to make out the design on the blade.

" Ow, shit!" he dropped the dagger and put his bleeding finger into his mouth.

" You and sharp objects don't really go together do you?"

" Ares!" Joxer looked up in surprise, his heart pounding.

Ares smiled at him, he'd thought he would have to wait till Lerna to get Joxer on his own. He'd had to clean himself up en route, as he'd been bloody from the battle he'd been indulging himself in, whilst keeping one eye on his love.

He crouched down. " Let me see." Joxer held out his hand. Ares resisted the urge to kiss the wounded finger, settling for healing the gash. " There you go." His fingers lingered on Joxer's.

" Thanks," Joxer smiled shyly. Ares picked up the dagger and looked at it, starting slightly at the design.

" Where did you get this?" he tried to sound casual.

Joxer shrugged, " It was a gift, but I don't know who from," he couldn't help watching Ares for a reaction.

Ares sat down, turning the dagger over in his hands. Something was definitely going on. " Do you know what the design is?" he asked. Joxer shook his head. Ares gave him back the dagger and Joxer put it back in its sheath.

" You've had a lot of gifts lately," Ares commented.

Joxer nodded, " The note said it was to go with my new clothes," he continued to watch Ares.

" There was a note?" Joxer dug it out and handed it to Ares. Ares read it, frowning.

" I had one with the kitten too," said Joxer quietly.

Ares got to his feet and started pacing. Joxer frowned, wondering why his God seemed so upset. Ares was barely controlling his anger, and he didn't want to scare Joxer, but he was going to have to break something soon, preferably a certain nephew's head.

" I have to go," said Ares suddenly, " Come to my temple in Lerna, I'll talk to you then," he gave Joxer back the note.

" Oh okay," Joxer couldn't help sounding disappointed.

Ares smiled, " I promise, I'll see you in Lerna." Then he vanished.

Joxer stared at the empty space for a while, then sighed and got up to rejoin the others.

Hercules and Iolaus were out of the river, curled up together, next to Autolycus, drowsing in the sun.

" Hey Jox, where ya been?" Iolaus asked.

" Just for a walk," Joxer replied casually, " So, are we going yet?"

" You're a bit anxious to get to Lerna aren't you?" Iolaus held back a smirk.

Joxer shrugged, " Not especially," he lied.

" Come on guys, let's get going," Xena's voice came out of the trees.

Hercules jumped to his feet and pulled up Iolaus. He nudged Autolycus with his toe when the thief stayed on the ground.

" Yeah, yeah, I'm coming," Autolycus grumbled. Iolaus grinned at him and held out his hand to pull him up.

Joxer had already left the riverbank and Iolaus did smirk this time.

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Ares transported himself to his sister's home. " Aphrodite!" he shouted.

" Arry," a shower of gold preceded Aphrodite, " what is it?"

Ares glowered at her, " I know."

" Know what Ar.?"

" Don't play innocent with me Aphrodite!"

Aphrodite winced at his tone, " You're going to have to be more specific Ares."

" Joxer. I asked you not to interfere."

" But I haven't," Aphrodite protested.

" Really," Ares snorted, " It's interesting then, how Joxer has been receiving anonymous gifts, related to me, with notes in Strife's handwriting. How else would Strife know if not from you?"

" Ar, I'm hurt, you know I would never tell anyone about that."

" Don't try telling me nothing's going on, because something is. And you were the only one who knew," Ares poked her in the chest.

" Hey!" she protested, " Okay," she relented, he looked so miserable under the anger, " Cupid read your survey, but I didn't know when you came to me before. Cupid and Strife are trying to get you and Joxer together." Ares nostrils flared and his jaw clenched. " Arry, they want you to be happy," she said hurriedly.

Ares stared at her for a moment, then he sighed, his shoulders and head dropping. " I can't be happy if Joxer is manipulated into something he doesn't really want."

" They weren't trying to manipulate him, they were just trying to give him a clue. The clothes you gave him, and the way you saved him, just reinforced the message they were trying to send." She squeezed his shoulder, " Just think Ares, if Joxer feels anything towards you, do you really believe he'd show it, risk showing it?"

Ares chewed on his lip thoughtfully, " I suppose not," he sighed. " If he feels anything." His eyes narrowed, " Strife and Cupid aren't going to get away with this though. Don't let on that I know 'Dite, I have plans for our little matchmakers."

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" Morpheus?" Strife appeared in the Hall of Dreams.

" Yeah?" Morpheus was half asleep on his throne.

" I need a favour."

Morpheus sat up, " Really?"

Strife nodded, " How'd ya like War ta be a little less uptight?"

Morpheus raised his eyebrows, " I could deal with that, what do you need?"

" Ya know Joxer?" Morpheus snorted and nodded, " We need him dreaming about Ares in Lerna's War Temple."

" Are you kidding me? The guy only ever dreams of Ares!"

Strife laughed, " Well, when he reaches the temple, if ya could nudge him asleep and inta his dreams, it'd be a real help."

Morpheus shrugged, " Sure, no problem."

Strife grinned and disappeared.


" Okay Cupe, we're all set," Strife kissed his lover. " I knew Morpheus wouldn't be able to resist messing with Unc's head."

Cupid grinned, " So everything's in place."

" Yeah, they're nearly at Lerna, and Autolycus is with them."

" I love it when a plan comes together," Cupid dragged Strife closer and kissed him again. Strife straddled his lap and pressed up against him.

" Strife," Cupid gasped, " We don't have time."

" Oh yes, yes we do," Strife panted, pushing his erection against Cupid's.

" Oh Gods," Cupid gripped Strife's ass and pulled him closer. " Clothes."

Strife grinned and their clothes disappeared. Their cocks slid together, as Strife leaned forward to capture Cupid's mouth again. He nipped gently at moist lips, Cupid opened his mouth, his tongue snaking out to meet Strife's. they rocked together urgently. Cupid slid his hands between Strife's buttocks, exploring his opening, before slipping in a finger.

Strife pulled his mouth away and his back arched. He jerked helplessly as he came, mouth working soundlessly. The feel of hot come against his chest was enough for Cupid, and he joined his lover, teeth clamping down on tender flesh as he exploded.

Strife rested his head on Cupid's shoulder panting harshly. When he'd recovered, he waved his hand, leaving them clean and dressed.

" Gods, I love you," whispered Cupid.

" Yeah, but did ya havta bite so hard?" Strife moaned.

Cupid chuckled, " You know you like it."

Strife sat back and grinned, " Yeah." He stood stiffly and pulled Cupid to his feet, kissing him again. " I'm ready now."

" Oh really?" Cupid grinned. " Let's go then."

They transported themselves to Bliss' room and picked up the napping Godling. Bliss mumbled and snuggled into his father's arms. Strife wrapped his arms around them both and they disappeared, reappearing in Hera's temple.

Hera smiled at her grandsons. Ares, Aphrodite and Eris were already there, waiting. Aphrodite bounced over excitedly, and took Bliss from Cupid. Strife and Cupid stood in front of Hera and held hands.

" Are you ready?" Hera asked, they nodded. " Strife, in the sight of your parent, do you swear to love and honour Cupid and remain faithful for all eternity?"

" I do," Strife answered seriously. He smiled gently at his mother, when he saw her surreptitiously wipe at her eyes.

" Cupid, in the sight of your parents, do you swear to love and honour Strife and remain faithful for all eternity?"

" I do," Cupid smiled when Strife squeezed his hand.

" Exchange the tokens of your union." Cupid and Strife exchanged rings. " You may kiss," Hera paused, " Briefly please," she added as an afterthought. She grinned as Strife gave Cupid a chaste kiss.

Bliss clapped and reached out for Strife. Strife took him from Aphrodite.

" Happy, cutie?"

" Yes daddy Stwife," Bliss gave Strife a big kiss.

" Oh Cupie, Strife, I'm so happy I could burst," exclaimed Aphrodite, hugging her son and then her nephew. Eris snorted.

" Mom?" Strife gave Bliss back to Aphrodite and approached his mother. " Thanks for bein' here." He reached out to hug her, but she pulled away. His eyes pricked with tears and he swallowed.

" Yeah, well, how often does your son get married?" she said, trying to ignore the hurt look in his eyes.

Cupid stared sadly at his husband and mother-in-law. He knew the survey Strife had stolen had given him renewed hope. That he wanted to try and get closer to his mother. Cupid walked over to them, unable to quite keep the glare off his face when he looked at Eris.

" Come on, baby," he pulled Strife away. " Give her time," he whispered. Strife nodded and hugged Cupid tightly.

" Would you like me to make the announcement now, boys?" Hera asked. They nodded. Hera turned on her announcement voice, which would be heard by all Olympian Gods and Goddesses. " I declare before all Olympus, the union of Cupid and Strife, and the blessing of their union with a child."

Gods and Goddesses began appearing in Hera's temple, there was an uproar. Only a few congratulated the happy couple, most were not happy about a union between the houses of Love and War.

Cupid and Strife beamed at the chaos they'd created. They'd known that their marriage and child would not be accepted and they didn't really care. Besides with Ares and Eris standing by them protectively, glaring at the crowd, no one dared to make any real protests.

Then Zeus appeared. Strife clutched Cupid's hand nervously. Zeus glared at the crowd, which immediately quieted down.

" No protests, I don't want to hear anything about this. The union has my blessing." He winked at Cupid. Even Hera looked shocked.

" Thank you grandfather," said Cupid.

Zeus smiled, " Just keep Mischief in line." He vanished.

" What'd he mean by that?" Strife asked in a slightly offended tone.

Cupid laughed and hugged him, " I bribed him, told him I'd keep you out of his hair."

Strife snorted, " Ya shit!" He kissed Cupid hard.

The family all went back to Cupid and Strife's home.

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Joxer strode ahead of the others, the town walls were visible now and he was anxious to get there. Iolaus glanced up at Xena. They shared a knowing smile, and picked up the pace slightly.

" Are we in a hurry?" asked Gabrielle, not wanting to speed up.

" Well, I do need to see that swordsmith before he shuts up shop," said Xena.

" Oh, okay."

" I have things to do too," Autolycus chimed in.

" I'll just bet you do," Hercules frowned at the thief. Autolycus ignored him, much to Hercules' annoyance and Iolaus' amusement.

Iolaus hugged Hercules, " Leave it," he whispered. Hercules pouted slightly, then shrugged.

" Fine."

Inside Lerna, they stopped.

" Right, Gabby and I are going to see Richus. We'll meet you at the Traveller's Rest later," said Xena.

" Sure," Iolaus said, " Jox, you want to come with us?"

Joxer shook his head, " I have a couple of people to see."

" Okay, see you later," Iolaus dragged Hercules away before he could ask who.

" Maybe see you later," Autolycus waved.

Joxer was left alone. He bit his lip nervously and headed for the Temple of War. Inside were a couple of Warlords and some priests. They stared at him, but he straightened his shoulders and walked past them through the outer chamber. Further inside the temple he knelt down in front of the altar and waited. He wanted to be alone before praying.

Eventually the Warlords left. The priests lit torches on the walls. One of them approached Joxer.

" Would you like to leave an offering?"

Joxer shook his head, " I'll wait here thanks."

" I really don't think…"

Joxer interrupted, " I really don't think you'll want to explain to Ares why I wasn't here, when he specifically told me to come," Joxer spoke with a lot more confidence than he felt.

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Ares felt Joxer's presence as soon as he entered the temple, but he was still with Cupid and Strife. He smiled to himself when he heard Joxer stand up to his priest.

" Cupid, Strife, I need to be going."

" Aw, Pops. Come on, stay a little longer," Cupid pouted. They were all having a celebratory meal, although Cupid had touched little, except some ambrosia. Ares gave in and sat back down, he knew Joxer would wait for him.

A few minutes later, he stood abruptly, knocking his chair back. " By the Gods!" he exclaimed.

" Unc?"

" Pops?"

" I really have to go. Now!" Ares disappeared before anyone could protest.


Ares sat on his altar, and gazed down at Joxer in stunned amazement. His head was filled with the images from Joxer's dream; images of rampant, hot, sweaty sex between Joxer and himself. Ares bit his lip, hand slipping down between his legs to push against his aching erection. 

Quickly, he did a careful search for other Godly presences; finding none, he put up a protective shield. He stood and transported Joxer onto the altar and stood over him. The sight and sound of an aroused, moaning Joxer, combined with the dream images was almost more than Ares could take. 

But no matter how much he wanted to strip them both naked and fuck Joxer's brains out, he just couldn't take advantage of the sleeping man. But he had to do something. So instead, he untied the fastenings of his pants and freed his straining cock, taking a tight grip. 

He stroked slowly, torturing himself, as every moan from Joxer sent bolts of desire through him. He watched Joxer's hand move down to stroke his covered erection, sighing at the sight of thrusting hips. Then suddenly, the movements stopped. 

Ares glanced up, meeting Joxer's open, fearful eyes. Ares swallowed, "Uh oh." 

Joxer's eyes widened, eyebrows raised in surprise. He scooted back to the edge of the altar, raising his knees protectively. Dragging his eyes from Ares' face, he looked down at the large, hard cock Ares was still holding. Unconsciously he licked his lips. 

Ares groaned and tightened his grip to stop himself from coming at the sight of the pink tongue flickering out over full lips. 

" Wha-what's going on?" Joxer whispered, still staring at Ares' groin. 

" I, uh, I." For once Ares was lost for words. He moved to push his erection back into his pants. 

" No, don't." Ares looked up in surprise and almost took a step back at the hunger he saw in Joxer's eyes. 

Joxer shocked himself, but faced with Ares, with his hard cock leaking in front of him, knowing Ares had been jerking off over him, he needed to, had to, taste his God. He got onto his knees and crawled back towards Ares. 

" I, can I?" he licked his lips again and looked up. 

" Please," Ares' voice was husky with desire and need. Joxer leaned forward and touched Ares' cock with the tip of his tongue experimentally. He glanced up again when Ares gasped. 

Ares stared down at him and smiled, his breath hitching slightly, " Please," he said again. Joxer took a deep breath and leaned forward again, licking up the length of Ares' shaft before swallowing it. 

" Joxer," Ares breathed, gripping Joxer's head tightly. Soft lips clamped down on his cock, hot tongue swirled around the head, flicking occasionally over the tip. Ares thrust gently, slowly losing his ability for coherent thought. Joxer shifted closer, sliding his hands up Ares' legs to rest on his hips, controlling Ares' thrusts. 

He moaned as he sucked harder, gently scraping his teeth along the underside of Ares' shaft. Ares groaned, pushing against Joxer's hands, trying to plunge deeper into Joxer's mouth. Joxer let go of his hips, letting Ares fuck his mouth.  

Ares gave a strangled yell as he came. " I love you," he gasped. Joxer swallowed and pulled back, letting Ares fall from his mouth.  

He backed away again, staring up at Ares, his eyes wide, " Wha-what did you say?" 

Ares panted hard and tried to remember what he'd said during his orgasm. His lips parted in a sigh, when he realised what he'd given away. But now he'd said it, he couldn't take it back, not without losing any chance he had with Joxer. 

He looked Joxer in the eye, " I love you." 

Joxer swallowed convulsively, " What?" 

" Joxer, please come here." Joxer continued to stare at him, frozen.
Ares sighed and reached over, pulling Joxer forward. " Joxer?" Ares lifted his chin, forcing Joxer to look him. Joxer's eyes were swimming with tears. " Joxer? What is it?" 

" I, love you," Joxer whispered, so quietly Ares nearly didn't catch it. 

" Then, why are you crying?" Ares was confused. 

" Because this is a dream, and when I wake up, you won't love me anymore." 

Ares tried not to smile and leant down, placing a soft kiss on Joxer's lips. As he slowly delved into Joxer's mouth, he pushed the young man's shirt aside. He laid his hand on the bare shoulder. 

Joxer became aware of heat building up under Ares' hand. Heat which quickly became unbearable. He tried to pull away, but Ares held him firmly. 

" Ahhhhh," Joxer started to scream, but just as suddenly the pain stopped.  

Ares hugged him, " Sorry love." 

Joxer gulped," What did, why?" 

" Have a look." 

Joxer twisted his head to look at his shoulder, and gasped. He had been marked with Ares' symbol. The mark looked like it had always been there. 

" I'm sorry it hurt, but now do you believe this is real?" 

Joxer nodded, " I love you." He flung his arms around Ares' neck. 

" Show me," Ares whispered. 

Joxer pulled his head down for a kiss, softly sucking on Ares' lips. He slipped his tongue out and gently traced the outline of Ares' lips before pushing it into his mouth, to find its mate. As they kissed, Joxer's hands wandered down to Ares' chest and opened his leather vest. His fingers explored lightly furred skin. 

Ares gasped when fingers grazed his nipples. Joxer pulled back to watch the pink nubs tighten under his touch, then he leaned down to take one into his mouth. Ares groaned, his fingers carding through Joxer's hair, pulling him closer. 

One of Joxer's hands slid down to cup his groin and he thrust forward instinctively, moaning as the palm pressed harder, stroking firmly. Joxer licked his way across Ares' broad chest and took the other nipple into his mouth. Daringly he nipped it. Ares gasped again and arched his back. Joxer licked the nub soothingly and then sucked it. 

Ares pulled back, ignoring Joxer's startled look. He pushed the mortal down against the altar and ripped his shirt open. Leaning down, he kissed Joxer again, then he raised his head and grinned. Diving down, he kissed and sucked the sensitive skin of Joxer's neck. Then he slowly kissed his way down to tender nipples, which he flicked with his tongue. Lower and lower he moved, pausing only to dip his tongue into Joxer's navel. 

He unfastened the ties to Joxer's pants, and hitched them down, freeing a sizable erection. Glancing up, he watched Joxer's head fall back as he took the mortal's shaft into his mouth. 

" Ares," Joxer whispered, hips thrusting upwards. Ares sucked gently, his tongue lapping up and down the smooth, hard cock in his mouth. Joxer groaned, he couldn't quite believe that Ares was doing this, for him! Ares increased his pace, then opening his throat, he took Joxer's full length, swallowing hard. 

" Ares!" squealed Joxer. Ares' throat rippled around him and he jerked up, coming into his God's mouth. Ares swallowed all he had to give, then pulled back. He licked Joxer's softening cock, then leaned forward to kiss the limp man. 

He cleaned and re-clothed them both with a wave of his hand and pulled Joxer back up. 

" Wow," Joxer gasped. 

Ares chuckled, " I'll say!" He stared at Joxer for a moment. " I want to take you to bed and keep you there forever." 

Joxer smiled shyly, " I think I'd like that." 

Ares sighed, " I can't, not yet anyway." 

Joxer looked disappointed, " Oh." 

" I have a little plan I want you to help me with," Ares grinned wickedly. " Cupid and Strife have been messing with us. While I'm happy with the end result, " he touched Joxer's face, " I can't let them get away with it." 

" What do you mean?" Joxer asked. 

" The kitten and the dagger were planted by Strife to try and show you that I care about you. I don't think that's all they did either," Ares smiled ruefully. 

Joxer grinned suddenly, " What's your plan?" 

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Autolycus slipped into the small temple. There was only one priest and he'd gone to bed. He smirked at the lack of security. He made a careful note of the layout and slipped out again. 

" Autolycus!" he walked straight into Hercules and Iolaus. 

" I didn't know you worshipped Discord," Hercules said in surprise. 

" Learn something new every day," Autolycus drawled. " Where ya headed?" 

" We're going to find Joxer," Iolaus answered him. 

" War Temple." 

" Again!" Hercules exclaimed. He started to drag Iolaus in that direction. 

" Herc, what are you doing?" 

" We've got to get there, Zeus knows what Ares might be doing to him!" Hercules went to go again. 

" I'm not sure it's something we need to know," Iolaus smirked. 

" What do you mean?" Hercules frowned in confusion. 

" I just think we should let Joxer worship in private." 

" I can't," said Hercules, " I have to make sure he's okay." 

" Fine," Iolaus let himself be dragged off. Autolycus strolled after them. 

At the temple, Hercules walked through the outer chamber, hurrying when he heard a moan. 

" Ares!" Hercules stopped in shock at the sight of Joxer and Ares kissing each other hungrily. 

Ares' head snapped sideways and he glared at his half-brother. 

" What are you doing to Joxer?" Hercules demanded. 

Ares smirked, " Umm, kissing him?" 

" Why?" 

Ares laughed, " Don't you kiss your lover goodbye when you leave him?" 

Hercules flushed, " Well, yes…" 

" Well then." 

" I told you we didn't need to know this," Iolaus grinned at Joxer. "You told him then?" 

Joxer nodded, " In a manner of speaking. How'd you know?" 

Iolaus flushed, " I uh, heard you last night." 

" Oh," Joxer looked down. 

" What?" Ares asked curiously. 

" I, I, uh, said your name, when I…" he blushed. 

Ares grinned and touched his cheek, " I like you like that," he whispered, leaning down to kiss him softly. 

" Ares, stop that!" Hercules exclaimed. 

Ares stared at Hercules almost in shock. " Don't you EVER tell me what to do in MY temple, with MY lover!" A fireball began to form in his hand. 

" Ares," Joxer said quietly, touching his arm. Ares glanced back at his lover. " Please don't, just ignore him." Ares nodded and the fireball disappeared. 

" Wow," said Iolaus. 

" Well, that's something I never expected to see," Autolycus commented wryly. 

Ares glared at them, then turned back to Joxer. 

" I have to go before they get suspicious," Joxer nodded. " I don't know when I'll see you again." He kissed Joxer hard, ignoring a spluttering from Hercules, then he disappeared. 

" Well," said Hercules. 

" Argh!" Ares re-appeared, kissed the surprised Joxer, then disappeared again.  

Joxer smiled and sighed happily, " Shall we go then?" 

" Is that it?" Hercules was astounded. 

" What do you mean?" Joxer frowned. 

" You, this, what… you're not going to say anything?!" 

" Not that it's actually any of your business, I love him. You're just going to have to deal with it," said Joxer calmly. 

Hercules gaped at him. Iolaus stepped in and pulled him aside. 

" Leave it alone Herc." 

" But come on! It's obvious Ares is using him." 

" I don't think so." Hercules frowned. " Did you actually watch them together?" 

Hercules paused, " No, but…" 

" Look, how many people do you suppose Ares rescues from an attack?" 

Hercules frowned thoughtfully, " Not many," he said grudgingly. 

Iolaus suppressed a smile, " And how many do you think he rescues by tearing their attackers to shreds, literally?" 

" You're kidding me?" Hercules was astounded. 

Iolaus shook his head, " Now, please, leave it alone." 

Hercules bit his lip, " Okay," he sighed. Iolaus grinned and kissed his cheek. They turned back to the other two. 

" Can we go now? I'm hungry," Autolycus wasn't quite whining. 

" Me too," Joxer folded his arms over his chest defiantly. 

" Let's go," Iolaus pulled Hercules after him. 

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Ares transported himself to Aphrodite's, and waited for his sister. 

" Arry?" Aphrodite's voice came from behind him. He turned round. "Well?" 

Ares grinned, " He loves me." 

Aphrodite gave a little shriek and leapt on him, giving him a big hug. 

Ares laughed and swung her round. " I told him my little plan, so you now what to do if Strife or Cupid come to you?" Aphrodite sighed and nodded. 

" Good," Ares hugged her. " This is going to be tough, I'm actually happy!" 

Aphrodite smiled, " I'm so glad, oh Ar, I really am."

Um, ok, like i said to Christine, my muse seems to have turned into a complete slush-puppy where Joxer and Ares are concerned, so i hope you like it!

Part 12

Strife paused on his way to his old room. The celebrations were over and Cupid was asleep after a hot session in bed, so Strife was picking up a few things he needed. There were a lot of strange noises coming from Ares' room. He tiptoed towards the partly open door and peeked in… and gasped.

Ares was pacing back and forth, muttering to himself, his arms flying about wildly. Occasionally he would aim a kick at the furniture, and miss! At which point he would stare blankly at the item and then suddenly laugh.

Strife shook his head in wonder, what in Hades was going on? He backed away from the door at another whoop of slightly hysterical laughter. Well, that was unexpected. He'd expected a happy Ares, or Ares fucking Joxer into the middle of next week, but this was just freaky. He quickly transported himself away.

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Ares grinned at the empty doorway. He wondered how his nephew would take that little display. He knocked over a couple of bits of furniture, and then flashed into his hall to get thoroughly drunk, hoping to take his mind off Joxer, while he couldn't see him.

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" So," said Iolaus, as they walked back to the inn, " You going to give us the goods?" he smirked at Joxer, who laughed.

" Nope."

" Aw, come on. I want details."

" Iolaus!" Hercules was shocked.

" What? I just want to know if certain things run in the family," Iolaus leered at Hercules, who flushed. Joxer laughed, so hard he had to stop and lean against a tree for support.

" I'm not saying a thing," he gasped. " Actually I'd appreciate it if you guys kept it quiet for a while."

" Even from Xena and Gabby?"

" Well, maybe not them, that would be hard."

" Why do you want to keep it a secret? It's Ares isn't it, he…"

Joxer interrupted Hercules' rant, " Yes, it's his idea and no, he's not using me, nor is he embarrassed or ashamed of me. Have I covered everything?" Hercules nodded, wide eyed.

" So what's he up to?" Autolycus asked with a smirk.

" Just a little payback for certain interfering relatives," Joxer grinned wickedly.

Iolaus and Joxer were still sniggering at each other when they reached the inn. Gabrielle and Xena were already waiting for them, sitting at a table in the tavern.

" What are you two so happy about?" Gabrielle asked. Joxer and Iolaus burst out laughing again.

Hercules rolled his eyes, " Don't start them off again! They've been like this all the way back from Ares'"

" You were at the War Temple? What were you doing there?" Gabrielle frowned.

Iolaus snorted from barely restrained laughter, " Interrupting!" he gasped.

Xena and Gabrielle looked confused, " What do you mean? Interrupting what?" Gabrielle asked.

Iolaus started to laugh again and couldn't speak, Joxer just smiled happily, while Autolycus looked on with a smirk. Hercules sighed and answered.

" Ares and Joxer."

" Ooh, okay," Xena grinned, raising an inquiring eyebrow at Iolaus, who nodded.

" What?" Gabrielle pouted, " I don't understand, what about Ares and Joxer?"

Xena stepped forward suddenly and pulled Joxer's shirt aside, " He really does love you!" she said in hushed, slightly awed tones.

" Ares?" Gabrielle suddenly caught on. " Ares and Joxer?" she snorted, then erupted into hysterical laughter. " Oh, oh Gods, that's the funniest thing I've ever heard! Ares and Joxer." When she'd recovered, she realised four of her companions were glaring at her and Hercules was staring at his feet as if he'd never seen them before. " What? Oh come on, you were joking weren't you?"

Xena pushed Joxer forward and showed Gabrielle his shoulder, " That is the mark of War's chosen consort. He has never given it before!" Gabrielle gaped.

" R-really?" Joxer stuttered. Ares hadn't told him that.

" Wow," said Iolaus.

" Yeah, but it's Joxer!" Gabrielle said disbelievingly.

Joxer stared at her, " What, so no one could possibly love me?" he couldn't believe how hurtful she as being.

" That wasn't very nice, Gabrielle," Iolaus frowned at the blonde.

" I, I only meant, well, it's Ares we're talking about!" Gabrielle stuttered.

" Just cause Ares is War, doesn't mean he can't love, after all look at his son." Iolaus pointed out.

" Oh!" said Joxer suddenly, " Guess what." They looked at him expectantly, " Cupid and Strife got married, and they're expecting a child."

" You're kidding?" Iolaus smiled, " How cool!"

" Expecting a child how?" Gabrielle asked.

" How do you think? Cupid's pregnant," Joxer wrinkled his brow in an expression which said 'DUH!'.

" I didn't know they could do that," said Autolycus in surprise.

Iolaus smirked at Joxer, " You and Ares planning on kids?"

Joxer tilted his head thoughtfully, " I don't know." He smiled, " If we do, Ares can carry them, he's the God after all!"

Autolycus, Iolaus and Xena laughed. Hercules and Gabrielle looked on in amazement.

" I'm going to bed," Joxer stood up, " See you guys in the morning."

" Night Jox," Xena smiled at him.

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" Well?"

Strife sighed and sat down, " I really dunno. Unc was actin' strange."

" I wonder what happened?"

Strife shrugged, " Unc left in a hurry, so he musta seen Joxer's dreams right?" Cupid nodded. " So I'm stumped, they should be doin' the wild thing now."

" Damn, I wish we'd snuck in to watch."

Strife smirked, " We were busy, remembah?"

Cupid sat on his lap, " I remember." He grinned at his new husband. Thoughts of Ares and Joxer were quickly forgotten as passion grew quickly. After all they hadn't been together for a whole two hours!

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Joxer lay on his pallet and stared into the darkness. He started when the bed dipped next to him. A gentle hand touched his face.

" Ares?" he whispered.

" I would hope you wouldn't be expecting someone else," Ares chuckled and lit a candle. The soft light flickered and Joxer stared up into his lover's eyes.

" I thought you weren't going to see me for a while."

" I know. But with a choice between getting back at the boys and seeing you, well you win every time," Ares said quietly.

Joxer sat up and kissed him. He tasted of alcohol. " You've been drinking," Joxer's tone was very slightly accusatory.

" Yeah, that was part of the plan, it was supposed to help, but it just made me miss you more."

" Wow," said Joxer. " Ares, you're being sappy!"

" Am I?" Joxer nodded. " Yeah well, I've never been in love before."

" Oh Gods, you say all the right things," Joxer leaned forward into Ares' arms. " Why didn't you tell me about the mark?"

Ares stiffened slightly, " I don't know really. I guess I was still feeling a little unsure."

" You know I love you though?" Joxer cupped Ares' face with his hand, forcing him to meet his eyes. Ares stared at him for a moment before nodding.

" Good. Now, kiss me," Joxer demanded. Ares smiled and pulled Joxer closer, dipping his head to capture Joxer's mouth. He fought back out of habit, when Joxer took control of the kiss, but quickly capitulated when he realised he liked it.

Joxer plunged his tongue into Ares' mouth, exploring and tasting. He pulled Ares back onto the bed and wrapped his legs around him. Ares groaned and slid his hand down Joxer's side to grasp his hip and pull him closer, grinding their groins together.

With surprising strength, Joxer rolled them over and pushed Ares back. He latched on to an earlobe and sucked, enjoying the small, whimpering noises Ares was making as he licked his way down the succulent neck. He swiped a collarbone with his tongue and sucked on the skin. He pulled back and examined Ares' neck, then he smiled.

" Now I've marked you too." Ares groaned, his hands skimming down Joxer's sides to clutch at his hips. Joxer wriggled out of his grasp and shifted down.

" Can you get rid of our clothes?" he asked. Ares nodded and with a thought they were gone. Joxer sighed happily, his eyes sweeping hungrily over Ares' strong body and hard cock. " Turn over."

Ares' eyes widened at the command, then he did as he was told. Joxer knelt between his legs and ran his hands down the smooth planes of Ares' back. He rubbed lightly, before descending to firm buttocks, which he gently squeezed.

He trailed his fingers down the crease, lightly grazing the opening to Ares' body. Ares groaned, pushing back instinctively with pleasure. He'd never been touched this way before, and he liked it.

Joxer paused for a moment, wondering if he was going too far. Then he shrugged and leant forward to run his tongue between Ares' asscheeks.

" Joxer!" groaned Ares, the sensation almost too much for him. The hot tongue pushed in further, flicking across his puckered hole. " Oh Gods," he moaned, his hands gripping the sheets tightly.

Joxer stiffened his tongue and pushed the tip inside. Ares spread his legs wider. He couldn't believe how good it felt as Joxer thrust minutely into him. He realised he wanted more, for the first time in his life, he wanted someone, Joxer to possess him.

" Joxer?" he looked up, twisting his head awkwardly. Joxer lifted his head, grinning slightly at Ares' moan of loss. He met Ares' eyes, still slightly surprised by the love and desire he saw there.

" I want you," Ares whispered, " I want you to fuck me." Joxer breathed out heavily and nodded. " Now, I'm ready," clarified Ares, he lubricated them both with a thought.

Joxer leant forward and settled himself on top of Ares, groaning as his shaft pressed between Ares' buttocks. He lined himself up. A little unsure, he pushed the tip of his cock inside his lover. With a moan of need, Ares pushed back, taking Joxer's full length in one stroke.

" Oh Ares!" gasped Joxer. He held still for a moment, getting used to the tight, heat of Ares passage. Then slowly he pulled out almost completely. He held tightly onto Ares' hips and slammed back into him.

" Yes!" Ares roared. Joxer started a pounding rhythm as reached under Ares, grasping his lover's leaking erection, which he stroked in counter rhythm. As the intensity grew, Ares rocked himself senseless between the cock impaling him and the fingers stroking him. With a strangled yell, Ares shuddered his release, his seed spurting in jets over his stomach and Joxer's hand.

Joxer yelped as Ares' muscles clamped down on him, pulling his orgasm from him as he filled his God. Joxer lay prone on Ares' back, desperately trying to catch his breath. Gently, he pulled his softening cock from Ares' body. Ares sighed with loss as Joxer slid off his body.

He turned over and laid his head on Joxer's chest. Joxer blinked in surprise, then smiled, his breath hitching slightly. He wrapped his arm round Ares and kissed the top of his head. Ares slung an arm round his waist.

" I love you," he mumbled sleepily. Joxer pulled the blanket over them.

" I love you too," he whispered, listening to Ares breathing slow and deepen into sleep.

There was a quiet knock on the door and he looked up as it opened.

Iolaus' eye widened, " Sorry, just checking to see if you were okay," he whispered.

Joxer smiled, " More than okay, thanks.

" I'll see you tomorrow then," Iolaus closed the door behind him. Joxer blew out the candle and closed his eyes.

Ok, this part was kind of unexpected for me, so i have to put some warnings on this part, 'k?
Warnings: bondage, S&M, het, sort of non consensual sex, but nothing really squicky, i promise!

Part 13

Autolycus waited until the inn was mostly quiet before he slipped out of his room. Some of the noise had been very interesting, especially from Joxer's room, next door. But he had other things on his mind, namely the reason he was in Lerna. The lack of wisdom in his self-imposed mission, didn't concern him, he'd been waiting for an opportunity like this for years. The 'King of Thieves' would forever reign unchallenged.

Pulling a black cloak around himself, he slipped, unseen, through the streets. At Discord's temple, he carefully picked the lock of the side door, the front entrance being too exposed. He slid inside, pausing to allow his eyes to adjust to the darkness. Carefully and quietly he made his way to the far chamber, where the priests of Discord prayed and made offerings. They had a separate altar and statue, more ornate and detailed than the public ones. He approached warily, carefully keeping his mind as blank as possible.

Autolycus stared up at the statue for a moment. Eris was so beautiful. He shook his head, he wasn't here for pipe dreams. He moved round the altar and ran his fingers over the design. There was a small click and the top of the altar slid aside. He grinned, far too easy for a thief of his calibre.

He climbed into the altar and descended the stairs. Lighting the torch at the bottom, he looked round for traps. Oh, too, too easy. He stepped over the rigged paving stone and ducked under the wire which spanned the corridor, slowly descending further into the bowels of the earth.

The corridor eventually widened into a large room. Checking carefully for more traps, Autolycus walked through the centre of the room to the statue of Discord at the far end. He knelt down and ran his hands round the base. A little more difficult, but still not a problem for him. The front panel swung open and he breathed in excitedly.

Pulling a counterweight from his bag, he carefully placed it on the platform as he removed the massive ruby. The Stone of Discord, he grinned to himself. He'd stolen from a Goddess! No one could top that. There was a small explosion behind him and a strong hand gripped his neck.

" Oh shit!" were his last words before he passed out.

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Strife hugged Cupid, laughing wickedly, " I knew he wouldn't be able to resist the rumour I planted."

" I still can't believe he actually thought he'd get away with it!" Cupid laughed. " You don't think she'll hurt him do you?"

" Nah. Well, not much," Strife screwed up his face a little guiltily. " I think she'll respect him for it."

Cupid nodded. " Bed?"

Strife grinned, " Yes please!"

" To sleep I meant," Cupid said with a mock sigh.

" Yeah, right!" Strife leapt at him and transported them straight to their bed.

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When Autolycus came too, it took him a moment to work out what in Hades had happened to him. He tried to move. When he discovered he couldn't, he opened his eyes… and gulped. This was not a position he'd expected to find himself in. He was naked and strapped face down to a table. In front of his face were leather-clad, shapely legs.

" Uh oh."

There was a snort, " I think that may be somewhat of an understatement!"

Autolycus' eyes travelled up the strong body to Eris' face. She was smiling at him, but it wasn't a pleasant smile. Autolycus gulped again.

" While I admire your audacity, I can't let it go unpunished," Eris walked round the table, trailing her hand down Autolycus' back. He shivered as the unexpectedly soft touch sent a jolt of desire through him, and despite his situation, he hardened uncomfortably.

Eris sniggered at his discomfort. Autolycus suddenly felt a cock ring clamped tightly round his erection.

" Well, I suppose I should be flattered," Eris' voice came from behind him. He twisted his head, trying to see her.

" Ah!" he gasped as a hard slap stung his behind.

" Uh, uh, no peeking boy," Eris smirked when Autolycus lowered his head. She held out her hand and a small whip appeared. " Now then, you've been a very naughty boy," she purred. " What do we say when we've been bad?"

Autolycus frowned in confusion. " Ah!" the yelp exploded from his mouth as Eris struck him across his legs with the whip. " S-sorry," he gasped.

" Wrong!" Eris hit him again.

" Shit!" Autolycus jerked against the table.

" Definitely wrong." Again the whip struck him, this time across the buttocks.

" I, I'm sorry," he gasped again.

" Sorry, Mistress," Eris punctuated each syllable with a sharp blow to Autolycus' ass.

" S-sorry Mistress," he gasped.

" That's better," Eris grinned and hit him again. Autolycus was panting hard, and his asscheeks were reddening nicely. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this turned on. She lashed him six more times, watching in fascination as he became aware that each time he jerked under a blow, he was rubbing his cock against the table. Not quite what she'd intended, but she shrugged and went with it.

" Now then, what do you say?" asked Eris.

" Th-thank you Mistress?" Autolycus hoped it was the right answer. He couldn't quite believe what was happening. He hoped Eris wouldn't realise how aroused he was, and punish him more. Then again maybe that wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Eris squeezed his tender ass, hard, smiling in amusement as he humped against the table. " Good boy," she smirked. " Now, the second part of your punishment."

She waved her hand and stood naked between his spread legs. She reached between his legs and fondled his balls roughly. He gasped and pushed against the table again. She grinned and waved her hand again.

Looking down, she decided the dildo was perhaps a little large and reduced it so that it was comparable with Autolycus' own erection. Which itself was nothing to be sniffed at. With a thought, she lubricated it and lined herself up at the entrance to Autolycus' body.

" Wha…?" Autolycus tensed in fear and surprise. Eris slapped him. " Please, no," he whispered.

" Shut up and relax." As she pushed into him, he forced himself to relax, despite the pain which shot through his core.

" Oh fuuuuuuck!" he wailed.

Eris smirked, " Well, yes." Once the dildo was embedded in his body, she paused, deciding to allow him time to adjust, despite the fact she was supposed to be punishing him.

Once he seemed more relaxed, she pulled back, then slammed back into him, sighing as the dildo rubbed against her clit.

Autolycus gasped as she plunged into him again. The dildo hit the small protrusion inside his body and sent a jolt of pleasure through him.

" Oh Gods," he groaned as she set a punishing pace. Surely he shouldn't be enjoying this, but he couldn't help it. He humped desperately against the table, but the cock ring prevented him from getting any release.

" Oh, oh, oh," Eris cried out as her orgasm ripped through her. She jerked against him, thrusting hard, then she flopped down over his back.

" You're forgiven," she whispered.

Autolycus swallowed hard, he still desperately needed to come, did he dare ask?

" Mistress?"

" Yes?"

" Please, please can I?" he stopped, hesitant. Eris chuckled and reached under his body to release the cock ring. She gripped his shaft tightly and pulled. Autolycus groaned and shuddered under her as his hot seed spurted over her hand.

" Thank you, Mistress," he panted. Eris patted his head and stood up, pulling out of him. Autolycus sighed and collapsed bonelessly onto the table. In a flash he was dressed and sitting upright on the table, facing a naked Eris, dildo still jutting from her groin. His eyes widened at the size of it.

" That, that was inside me?" She grinned and nodded. She waved her hand and stood before him, dressed in her usual leathers.

" You're mine now," she said. " I suggest you never try stealing from me again." Autolycus nodded. " I didn't hear you," Eris raised an arched eyebrow.

" Yes, Mistress," Autolycus whispered.

" That's better," Eris smiled. This time the smile struck Autolycus' heart and his breath caught in his throat.

" Mistress?" Eris waited expectantly, " May I, may I kiss you?"

Eris blinked in surprise, then she smiled, almost shyly and nodded. She stepped forward and leaned down, gently meeting his lips. She moaned in surprise as the kiss sent a warm buzz through her.

Encouraged, Autolycus put his arms around her and pulled her closer, deepening the kiss. Eventually, Eris pulled away, slightly breathless.

" Well," she squeaked. She cleared her throat, " Well, you may go now."

Autolycus bit his lip and looked down. Eris touched his cheek. " I expect you at the temple tomorrow night." Autolycus looked up, " Yes, Mistress," he whispered eagerly. Unable to quite resist, Eris kissed him again, before sending him back to the inn.

She sat down on the table and sighed. That she had not expected. She smiled, hope filling her heart for the first time in over two hundred years.


Ares stirred and groaned as he remembered just how much alcohol he'd consumed the night before. He concentrated, trying to get rid of the thumping in his head. It didn't go away. Confused, he opened his eyes, then smiled. He was still lying on Joxer's chest, and it was his love's heartbeat he could hear.

He shifted and then winced, " Shit," he muttered. Gods, why was he sore? He flushed suddenly as he remembered the events of the night before. He chewed on his cheek thoughtfully, had he really done that? Said those things? He smiled suddenly, the drink had just loosened him up a bit. As long as nobody else knew what a pile of mush Joxer made him, he really didn't care. He'd loved what Joxer had done for him. He loved Joxer!

Smiling wider, Ares rubbed his bearded cheek against a nipple. Joxer groaned and shifted under him. He turned his head and licked the sensitised nub, before latching on and sucking.

" Ares," Joxer moaned, still mostly asleep. Ares smiled and slid his hand up Joxer's chest, to pinch the other nipple lightly. He rolled on top of the thin frame of his lover and thrust his cock against Joxer's hardening erection. At last, Joxer's eyes opened and he stared up at the tender face of his Godly lover. He groaned and thrust upwards.

" Morning, lover," Ares grunted. He leaned down, taking Joxer's lips in a fierce kiss.

" Mmm," moaned Joxer. His hands skimmed down Ares' back and clutched his hips, pulling him closer. " Morning," he whispered against Ares' lips. He wrapped his legs round Ares' waist, as his lover continued to thrust against him.

They kissed lazily, rocking together slowly. Ares slid a hand down Joxer's side and gently kneaded his ass. Tension built and they began to move faster, the bed creaking under them. Joxer's head dropped back and he stiffened.

" Ares!" he groaned, coming in long, sticky jets. Ares thrust harder against the slick belly of his lover, before his back arched in his own release. He flopped onto Joxer, breathing hard, and kissed his neck.

" I love you," he whispered.

Joxer chuckled, " I love you too, you big dope."

Ares lifted his head and tried to glare at him, " I beg your pardon?" Joxer tried to suppress a giggle, but failed miserably. " Big dope, am I?" Ares lifted up and dug his fingers into Joxer's sides, tickling mercilessly. Joxer squirmed and tried to get away, laughing hysterically. Ares' weight held him down and he couldn't get away.

" P-please," he gasped breathlessly, batting helplessly at Ares' hands. Ares grinned and relented, rolling off Joxer, and pulling him into a hug.

" I've got to be going," he sighed.

" I know," Joxer closed his eyes and laid his head on Ares' chest. " Do you think you'll still be able to continue with your plan?"

Ares chuckled, " If I know my son and nephew, they'll have been far too wrapped up in themselves to notice I'd gone."

Joxer smiled and pulled back, " Will you come tonight?" Ares pretended to have to think about it, until Joxer poked him.

" Try keeping me away," Ares stroked Joxer's hair. He cleaned them up and dressed them both with a wave of his hand, and got out of bed. He pulled Joxer to his feet and into his arms, kissing him soundly. " See you later, love," he said, and disappeared.

Joxer sighed. Last night had been unexpected and it had been wonderful. He smiled to himself, hopefully, it would be his turn tonight. He definitely wanted to feel Ares inside him.

" Stop it!" Ares' voice echoed round the room.

Joxer grinned, " Sorry." He felt a ghostly kiss pressed to his neck, and then he was alone again. Humming happily to himself, he wandered down stairs to find some food. Iolaus and Hercules were already sitting, eating breakfast, so he joined them.

Iolaus grinned at him, " Good night?"

Joxer snorted, " Better than good!"

Hercules offered him an apologetic smile, " I'm sorry I was judgemental, I just."

Joxer interrupted him, " It's okay Hercules, I know your history with Ares."

Hercules nodded, " As long as you're happy."

Joxer smiled, " I am." Iolaus frowned and Hercules and Joxer followed his gaze. Autolycus was coming down the stairs and he was walking very strangely. Gingerly Autolycus moved over to the table, and snagging a cushion, he lowered himself carefully onto a chair with a grimace.

" What happened to you?"

Autolycus flushed, " Um, nothing?"

Iolaus snorted, " Right, which is why you're walking like you've got a pole stuck up your," he stopped and blinked. " Are you okay? What happened?" he asked, suddenly concerned.

" Really, I'm fine," Autolycus answered with a small smile. " Things didn't go quite as planned, but I think they turned out better than I could have hoped."

The other three men frowned in confusion, but he refused to expand, no matter what they asked him. They were still trying to get him to explain, when a tired looking Xena and Gabrielle joined them.

" Well," Autolycus smirked, " looks like everyone had a good night. I'd say, between the six of you, nobody else got a wink of sleep!"

Four of them flushed, Gabrielle just looked confused. " Six?"

" Oh, come on! You didn't hear Jox and Ares going at it like hammer and tongs, last night?"

" Auto!" Joxer flushed a deeper red.

Gabrielle turned slightly green, " Euw! No, thank the Gods." Xena elbowed her. " What?" Gabrielle glared at her, " I'm sorry, but the idea grosses me out, hey!" She jumped suddenly and turned to look behind her, " Ow!" she rubbed her ass, " What was that?"

Joxer bit his lip as only he heard the voice of his lover, " Little bitch!"

" Ares," he whispered, " Behave."

" Yes dear." Invisible fingers trailed down his neck and he shivered.

" Joxer?" Xena was staring at him. He met her gaze as innocently as he could. " Is he here?"

Joxer's lips twitched, and he nodded. Ares appeared next to him, putting a possessive hand on his shoulder. He smiled mockingly at Gabrielle.

" I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" he asked sarcastically. She glared at him. " Oh shame. Well," he turned to Joxer, " I really, really should go now." He leaned down and kissed Joxer thoroughly, ignoring the gagging noise Gabrielle was making. Straightening, he smirked at the others, before disappearing.

Autolycus smirked at Joxer and winked. Joxer glanced round at the others. Xena looked kind of shell shocked, he supposed knowing something and seeing it were two entirely different things.

Hercules was staring at him, wide eyed, he'd heard the 'Ares, behave' comment, and couldn't quite understand how Joxer had gotten away with it.

Iolaus just blinked, " So. Any plans for today?" Joxer shook his head.

" Nope," said Autolycus.

" Us neither," said Xena.

" Wow, this has to be a first," Iolaus raised his eyebrows, " Whatever shall we do?"

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Ares sat down in his hall, he could tell Cupid and Strife were still at home, so hopefully, his sneaking out hadn't been noticed. He shifted around in his chair, so his legs were in the air and his head hung off the edge, and waited for his lieutenant to come to work. He didn't have to wait long.

Strife appeared in the hall, took one look at his uncle and disappeared again. Ares chuckled and waited expectantly. Strife appeared again, this time with Cupid.

" See!"

" Uh, Pops?" Cupid approached him cautiously.

Ares grinned inanely, " Boys!" He tried to right himself and promptly fell out of the chair. He frowned and blasted it. Then he grinned up at Cupid and Strife from the floor. " Whatcha doin' up there?" He waved his hand and they found themselves on the floor with him. " Wanna play?" Ares beamed at them.

Cupid and Strife exchanged worried glances. " Um, not right now," said Cupid slowly. His eyes widened as his father pouted, bottom lip trembling. Cupid grabbed Strife, "We'll play with you soon, we just have to do something first."

Ares stared at them for a moment, then he brightened, " 'kay."

Cupid and Strife stared at him for a moment, then disappeared. Ares bit his lip, then he collapsed onto the floor in gales of laughter.

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" MOM!" Cupid shouted urgently.

" Cupie?"

" Mom, have you seen Dad?"

Aphrodite sighed, " Yes," she said seriously.

" What's happened?" Strife asked.

" You'd better sit down." Three chairs appeared.

" What's going on?"

Aphrodite looked down, biting her lip. This really was too cruel! " Ares gave Joxer his mark."

" But, isn't that a good thing?" Cupid asked.

" Only if the recipient truly loves the giver," said Aphrodite, " You know that."

" But…"

" But what? You saw him."

Cupid looked down, " He's gone mad?" Aphrodite nodded.

Strife sighed, " Gods, I'm glad you didn't give your mark to Psycho!"

Cupid looked at him and nodded, " Me too," he said, with a heartfelt sigh.

" What are we going to do?"

" There's nothing we can do. Once given, the mark can't be taken back."

" But, I don't understand," Strife said, " Joxer loves him."

Aphrodite shrugged, " Not as much as Ares loves him." Cupid clutched Strife's hand, eyes filling with tears. Aphrodite winced inwardly.

*Ares?*

*What?*

*Please Ares, this is too much, they're really upset* There was no answer.

" I'm gonna kill 'im," said Strife suddenly.

" Who?" Aphrodite was confused.

" Joxer!"

" No, you can't!"

" Why not? No Joxer, no mark, Unc's back to normal."

*Ares! Strife's threatening Joxer's life!*

There was an explosion and Ares appeared, " NO!" he shouted. Aphrodite, Strife and Cupid winced at the volume.

" Dad?" Cupid stood and approached his father. Ares saw the tear tracks and sighed.

" I'm fine, really. It was a joke," he said lamely, almost backing away from Cupid's glare.

" A joke? You call that a joke?!" Cupid spat. " Argh!" He dropped to his knees, clutching his stomach.

" Cupe?" Strife was at his side in an instant.

" I'm, I'm okay," Cupid gasped, " The baby was objecting, I think I may have a small hole in my abdomen."

Ares crouched down in front of the couple and touched his son's shoulder.

" I'm still pissed at you," Cupid said.

Ares smiled weakly, " I guess I deserve it. No more matchmaking your parents though, okay?" Cupid and Strife looked at each other guiltily. " What did you do?" Ares asked suspiciously.

" Uh, we may have set up Mom," Strife whispered.

" Eris?" Ares started to laugh, " You set up Eris?" He collapsed on the floor, making a noise which sounded suspiciously like giggling. " Did, did it work?" he gasped.

Strife shrugged, " Dunno yet, but Mom likes a challenge."

" Wh-who?"

" Autolycus." Ares whooped with laughter.

" Um, Mom?" Cupid frowned, " Are you sure Dad's okay?"

" Course, sweetie, he's in love."

Cupid smiled, " Oh, right!"

" Uh, Unc?" Ares looked up, still sniggering at the thought of his twin being set up. " Did ya really give Joxer your mark?" Ares nodded. " What's it like?"

Ares frowned thoughtfully, " It's like a palpable link between us, I can feel him all the time. I can feel what he feels, well, strong emotions. It's like he's a part of me," Ares sighed dreamily, much to Aphrodite's amusement.

Strife swallowed and glanced at Cupid, " Uh, Cupe?" he bit his lip nervously. " Can I? Will you?"

Cupid smiled at his husband, " C'mere."

Aphrodite and Ares watched the two young Gods place a hand on each others' shoulders. They winced at each other as their marks burned into their skin.

" Oh, Cupe!" gasped Strife.

" Strifey!" Cupid whispered.

" Oh please," Ares groaned.

Aphrodite elbowed him in the ribs, " Shh, it's romantic."

" Whatever."

" You know giving your mark to another God, means true love for eternity, it's hardly ever done," Aphrodite raised an eyebrow, " At least with a mortal, when they die, the bond is broken."

Ares looked as though she'd struck him, " Die?"

" You hadn't thought of that had you?"

Ares shook his head numbly, " He can't, I can't…"

" S'okay Pops, he's your chosen consort. I'm sure Grandpa will give him immortality," Cupid squeezed his father's shoulder.

Ares snorted, " I'll believe that when I see it!"


" How about a picnic?" Five faces stared blankly at Autolycus. " What? We don't always have to be looking for trouble do we?"

Xena frowned, then smiled, " I guess not, a little R&R wouldn't hurt." Gabrielle nodded.

" Sounds great," Said Iolaus, nudging Hercules, who grinned at him. " We know this nice little secluded place down by the river."

" I'll just bet you do," Autolycus snorted, leering at the couple.

" Jealousy does not become you, Auto," Hercules sniffed. Autolycus grinned at him.

" Jox? You're very quiet," Iolaus commented.

" Hmmm? Oh yeah, sorry, just Ares is laughing hysterically about something," Joxer smiled.

" Why do the words, 'Ares' and 'laughing hysterically' in the same sentence just not fit?" Hercules asked, but he smiled at Joxer, to show he meant nothing by it.

" How'd you know anyway?" Autolycus asked curiously.

Joxer blinked, " You know, I don't know!"

" It's the mark. Even though you're not a God, you'll still be able to feel certain things from Ares," said Xena.

" How do you know all this stuff about the marks?" asked Gabrielle.

" My grandmother's sister had one," Xena shrugged.

" Really?" Iolaus leant forward, " Who from?"

" Hms," Xena muttered.

" What?" came five voices.

" Hermes," she repeated more clearly.

" Really?" Autolycus raised an eyebrow in surprise, " I've never heard of Hermes having a consort."

" Oh, he hasn't, she died, that breaks the bond made by the mark," Xena clarified.

" Oh," Joxer said quietly.

" Oh Jox, I," Xena trailed off lamely.

" Oh, it's okay. I just don't like the thought of Ares being lonely," Joxer tried to smile reassuringly. Then suddenly he clutched his head, and collapsed.

" Joxer!"

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" But, Father!"

" But nothing, I said NO!" A small crack of thunder resounded around Olympus with Zeus' last word.

" My dear," Hera placed sarcastic emphasis on the words, " If Ares chooses to marry his consort, it is his right to have him made immortal."

" Fine! Ares is forbidden to marry!" Zeus said petulantly.

" You can't DO that!" Cupid and Strife grabbed Ares before he could attack his father.

" Let go of ME!" he roared flinging them aside easily. He was frozen into place with a wave of Zeus' hand.

" Grandfather, please," Cupid started as he got up from the floor.

" No Cupid. Ares is War, he cannot love," said Zeus firmly. " I will allow Joxer to live out the natural course of his life, but that is all." Ares bellowed in anger and frustration, struggling to move.

" But grandpa, some of the most beautiful love in the world, comes from war," Cupid tried to persuade Zeus.

" Indeed, many of Ares' warriors keep a separate altar to me when they are on campaign," said Hera.

Zeus pouted, he didn't like being argued with, then he smiled slowly, " If several conditions are met, of my choosing, within the month, then I will reconsider."

Ares went quiet, then his eyes widened, " Zeus, I have to go, now!"

" Don't you want to hear the conditions?"

" Tell Strife. I have to go, NOW!" Ares shouted. Anger began to spill into the room as he struggled against his bonds. " ARGH!" He went limp.

" Dad!" Cupid exclaimed.

" Wha's goin' on?" Strife and Cupid picked Ares up, from where he'd dropped to the floor when Zeus released him.

Ares stirred, " Joxer," he moaned.

" It's the bond," said Hera, " If Ares' emotions overwhelmed Joxer, the pain would have bounced back to Ares. It would have gone back and forth until it got too much for them both."

" But how can it be that strong?" exclaimed Zeus, " He's not a God."

" It's called true love, not something you'd know anything about," said Hera pointedly.

Ares opened his eyes and stared about wildly, " Joxer!" He disappeared.

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" Shit Joxer!" Iolaus tried to hold him while he squirmed in pain. He quieted for a second, then his entire body convulsed and, with a cry, he passed out. Iolaus stared helplessly up at the others, " What do I do?"

As they stared at each other a tremendous flash blasted the room. Ares crossed the room in two strides. He snarled at Iolaus who backed away.

" What happened?" he snapped. Without waiting for an answer, he knelt beside Joxer's prone body and gathered his lover into his arms. " Jox?"

" Ares?" Joxer stirred. Ares pulled him up to his chest and clutched him tightly.

" I'm sorry," Ares whispered.

A hand reached up and stroked his hair, " S'okay," Joxer mumbled.

" No it's not," Ares squeezed his eyes shut. " I could have protected you."

" Ares?" Ares looked up at Xena. " What happened?"

Ares stared at her for a second, then sighed, " I was angry."

" There's news," Gabrielle muttered. Ares made to get up, but Joxer held tight.

Ares looked down at his lover, " Please let me kill her," he whispered.

Joxer couldn't help smiling, " No."

Ares pouted. He directed a glare at Gabrielle who suddenly leapt into the air.

" Yah!" she yelled, " You bastard!"

" Oh I'm sorry," said Ares, " My power slipped." Autolycus and Iolaus were struggling not to laugh. Xena rolled her eyes and Hercules frowned at his half-brother.

" Ares," Joxer admonished him quietly, but he was grinning.

Ares stood up and pulled Joxer to his feet. " Are you okay now?"

Joxer nodded, " Yeah, I'm fine." He frowned to himself, something about Ares felt strange. He found himself touching Ares' stomach, but wasn't sure why.

" Good. I won't forget, but in case I do, and it happens again, shout and I'll protect you from it, okay?" Joxer nodded.

Ares leaned down to kiss Joxer, who responded enthusiastically. The sound of several throats being cleared made them break apart.

Ares glared at them, then turned his attention back to Joxer, " I have to go, Zeus is being," Ares stopped and closed his eyes, visibly controlling his anger. Joxer touched his arm gently. " Difficult." Ares finished, smiling at him. " I'll explain later, I have to sort this out."

Joxer nodded and pulled him down for another quick kiss. Ares touched his face briefly, then disappeared.

" Is he gone?" asked Iolaus. Joxer cocked his head and frowned in concentration, then he nodded. The group visibly relaxed, a tense Ares was not a pleasant person to be around.

" So. Picnic?" asked Joxer. His companions frowned at him.

" But," started Hercules.

" But what? We still have nothing to do, we might as well have some fun while we can," Joxer smiled at his friends, despite feeling somewhat anxious. Things had seemed a little off with Ares, but nothing he could put his finger on.

" Cool," said Iolaus. He stroked Hercules' arm, grinning wickedly at his lover.

Xena nodded, nudging Gabrielle, who was still sulking. Gabrielle glared at her, then sighed, " Yeah, sounds good."

Autolycus smiled, " Great, who's buying the food?" There were several groans.

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" He can't be serious?!" Ares exclaimed. Eris, Strife and Cupid watched Ares pace, ready to duck any stray energy bolts or fireballs.

" Come on, Bro. We're all behind you, Aphrodite, Heph and Mom, too," Eris braved speaking.

" Yeah Unc, and I'll bet tha freaky foursome and Auto will help out Joxer," Strife glanced at his mother out of the corner of his eye. He was gratified to see her flush slightly at the mention of Autolycus' name. He nudged Cupid, who winked at him.

" Speaking of Mom, I've got to pick up Bliss," Cupid said. He gave Strife a lingering kiss, then with a wave, he disappeared.

" I suppose, I'd better go and talk to Joxer. I haven't asked him to marry me yet," Ares sighed.

" I'll come with you," said Eris. Ares raised an eyebrow, " What? It'll be fun to see the fab four's reaction," she shrugged.

" Yeah, I'll come too," said Strife.

" Okay," Ares held back a smile at the show of support, " Let's go."

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Hercules put down the large basket and flopped down on the ground, with a sigh. He pulled Iolaus down next to him, and the smaller man rested his head in his lap.

Xena and Gabrielle sat nearby and Autolycus lay down near the river, shutting his eyes. Joxer smiled at his friends and sat next to Xena.

" This really is a nice spot," he commented.

" Yeah, really quiet, if you know what I mean," Iolaus laughed.

Joxer chuckled, " I'll remember that!" Autolycus started snoring.

" You know, I really wish I knew what happened to Auto last night," said Iolaus.

" What do you mean?" asked Gabrielle.

" Well, have you seen the way he was walking?" Xena and Gabrielle nodded. " Yeah well, what ever happened, caused that, and he's not talking."

" Incoming," said Joxer suddenly. There was a large flash and Ares, Eris and Strife stood before them. Ares eyes lighted on Joxer and he smiled.

" Strife? Explain to this lot. I want to talk to Joxer alone," he said.

Strife nodded, " Sure."

Ares pulled Joxer to his feet and they walked away, hand in hand.

Eris walked over to the sleeping Autolycus and kicked him.

" Hey! What?" Autolycus looked round, surprised.

" Get up!" Eris commanded.

" Yes Mis…, I mean okay, okay!" Strife hid a smirk, things had obviously gone well.

" So, what's going on?" asked Xena.

Strife turned his attention to the group, " Oh yeah." He waited for his mother and Autolycus to sit with them. " Okay, Unc wants ta marry Joxer, so he can be made immortal. But Zeus has decided he don't want that. Unc and Jox havta pass some tests before they can get hitched," he explained.

" What kind of tests?" asked Hercules. He was surprised with his father. it had been rather forcefully pointed out to him, but even he could see Ares and Joxer loved each other.

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" So, did you sort it out?" Joxer asked.

Ares sighed, " It rather depends."

" Depends on what?" Joxer sat on a tree stump and looked up inquiringly. He blinked when Ares knelt in front of him. Ares parted Joxer's legs and shifted closer, resting his hands on Joxer's hips.

" On, uh, on whether you want to marry me," Ares said quietly.

Joxer opened and shut his mouth several times in shock. It took him a second to process what had been said. Then he raised an eyebrow, " It rather depends."

Ares felt his heart leap into his mouth, " Depends on what?" he asked fearfully.

Joxer grinned, " On if you're asking me."

Ares stared at him, " You're really quite evil, aren't you?" Joxer nodded. " Yes, I'm asking."

" Oh well, in that case," he paused, grinning as Ares' grip tightened. " Yes."

Ares swallowed hard. He reached up to cup Joxer's face and kissed him, sweetly, gently. The sharing of emotions between them from their bond, was almost overwhelming, but somehow, Joxer managed to pull away.

" So, I take it there's a problem?"

Ares nodded, " Zeus has forbidden me to marry, unless," he forestalled Joxer's question, " we pass certain tests." He sighed.

" Whatever it takes Ares," Joxer put his hands on Ares' shoulders, " What are the tests?"


" Well," Strife paused and sighed, " The first thing we'll havta do is train Jox to fight as best we can."

" How long've we got?" asked Autolycus.

" A couple of weeks," Eris answered grimly.

" Oh come on, that's ridiculous! Can't Ares just use his powers?" Xena exclaimed.

" Um no! Although," Strife paused thoughtfully.

" What have you thought of?" Eris asked her son curiously, recognising his expression.

" Well, we already know the ability's there, in Joxer. Maybe Unc can access that," Strife basked in his mother's smile.

" Good thinking. The bond between them should help, Joxer can probably access Ares' knowledge and experience of fighting through it, " Eris said, chewing on her lip.

Strife nodded eagerly, " Unc's gonna be stoked!"

" So, why exactly are you telling us about this?" asked Gabrielle.

" We're gonna need your help," Strife admitted grudgingly.

Gabrielle snorted and was about to speak, when Xena elbowed her. " Ow! Will you stop doing that!"

Xena ignored her, " We'll be happy to help Joxer." Gabrielle had the grace to look abashed.

" Yeah, course," said Iolaus, Hercules nodded. Eris turned and glared at Autolycus, who hadn't answered.

" Yes, okay, I'll help too!"

" I thought so," said Eris with a smirk.

" So, come on, why will Joxer need to fight?" asked Iolaus.

Strife tore his attention away from the byplay between his mother and Autolycus. " Zeus has ordered Aphrodite to set up his own twisted version of the Trial of True Love for them to take," he shuddered at the memory of being dead.

" Trial of True Love?" asked Xena with a frown.

" Yeah, it's a 'Sephie thing. How Cupid brought me back," Strife said with a fond grin. Unconsciously, he stroked the mark on his shoulder.

*Baby?*

*Sorry Cupe, jus' thinkin' 'bout ya* There was a chuckle in his head.

*Missing me already?*

*Ya know I do! How's your mom doin'?* Strife felt rather than heard the sigh.

*She's really pissed and worried*

Someone shook him. *Sorry babe, gotta go*

*'Kay, love you*

*Love ya too* Strife pulled out of his mother's grasp, " Hey!"

" Tell Cupid to bug off."

Strife glowered at her, " So, where was I? Oh yeah, tha first test. Joxer has to prove himself a warrior worthy of being Ares' consort."

" Yeah, and bro can't interfere at all, that's his test," added Eris.

" Shit!" gasped Iolaus.

" Yeah, that's gramps idea of a test of friendship! It'll be a fight to the death against one of Unc's warlords."

" To the death?" Gabrielle squeaked. Strife nodded grimly, " The penalty for failing any of the tests is death for Joxer, loss of powers for Ares."

" But that's hardly fair!" Hercules suddenly exploded in anger. Eris and Strife stared at him in surprise.

" Since when has Zeus ever been fair?" said Iolaus quietly.

Hercules blinked at him. Then he sighed and shrugged, " True."

" This will only happen if Joxer agrees," said Strife, " Otherwise they will be forbidden to see each other, and Joxer will live out the natural course of his life."

" Oh that's horrible," said Xena with a small shudder. The thought of being forcibly separated from the one you loved, while still being connected to them, horrified her. Better to risk death than live like that!

Strife nodded in agreement. He was very grateful that his Cupe was a favourite of Zeus' and had managed to persuade the old goat to bless their union.

" The second test will be temptation, we can't help them with that one," he said.

" How many tests will there be?" asked Autolycus.

" Three. Tha last one is tha difficult one. It'll involve facing their worst fears and showing unconditional love," said Strife.

" Is Ares' afraid of anything?" asked Xena.

" 'Course. We all have fears and weaknesses, jus' like mortals," Strife answered honestly.

" I dread to think what Ares' worst fear is!" said Iolaus.

" Yeah!" Hercules agreed.

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" I don't want you to do anything you don't want," Ares said seriously.

" Ares, I love you. I couldn't face life without you. I know we can do it, together," Joxer replied. He pulled Ares up for another kiss. Ares kissed him back hard, with a hint of desperation. Again Joxer got a strange feeling from him. He pulled back. " Ares?"

" Yeah?" Ares' voice was husky with need.

" You feel… different. I keep feeling something from you, but I don't know what it is," Joxer sounded worried.

" What do you mean?" Ares asked with a frown.

" I don't know. Are you okay, you're not ill or anything are you?"

" I don't get ill," Ares stopped, concentrating on himself. " Oh."

" What?"

Ares stared blankly at his love. How could this have happened? He got up and started pacing agitatedly. It was all right for Cupid, he was a Love God, but the God of War, pregnant?! He shuddered at the thought of how many worshippers he could lose over this.

" Ares, what?" Joxer repeated.

Ares turned and stared at Joxer, the love and concern radiating from his lover snapped everything back into perspective. He was a God, and could do whatever the fuck he wanted. And right now what he wanted, was for Joxer to want their children.

" I, uh. Um, how do you feel about parenthood?"

Joxer blinked rapidly, " Pardon me?"

" I'm pregnant." Ares searched Joxer's face worriedly, kneeling back between his legs.

Joxer was stunned, this was almost too much for him. The one love of his life, loved him, wanted to marry him. And now they were going to be parents?! That just made it even more imperative that they passed the trial.

" Oh Ares," he smiled happily. Ares sagged visibly in relief. " We start training as soon as we finish here."

" Finish what?" Ares frowned.


" This." Joxer kissed him, hard and possessively. Ares groaned and leaned up, cupping Joxer's face to pull him closer. Joxer slipped off the stump and pulled them to the ground, rolling so Ares was on top of him. He thrust upward, bringing his groin into contact with Ares'. They moaned as hard flesh connected with hard flesh.

Ares lifted his head and smiled briefly, before dipping down to latch onto Joxer's straining neck. He sucked and licked the sensitive flesh, moving down until he encountered clothing. He growled and their clothes vanished, then he continued to work his way down.

He stopped to suck on taut nipples, gaining immense pleasure from the whimpering noises issuing from Joxer's mouth. Hands clutched at his hair, urging him downwards. Happily, he complied, wanting to taste every inch of the slim torso. He grazed Joxer's stomach lightly with his beard, making his lover squirm nicely beneath him. Moving down further, he bypassed Joxer's leaking cock, to lap his thighs and balls.

" Ares," Joxer moaned breathlessly, " Please."

Grinning slightly, Ares swiped the length of Joxer's shaft with his tongue. Joxer thrust upwards, trying to prolong the contact. He was already beyond coherent thought, their need, love and desire passing back and forth between them, growing and magnifying.

He cried out as his cock was enveloped by warm wetness, then moaned as strong hands prevented him from thrusting deeper. Ares suckled happily, occasionally licking at the tip to collect the leaking liquid. Gradually, tortuously, he increased the strength and pace of the suction, reducing his lover to a babbling mass of jelly.

" Please, please Ares!" Joxer gasped. Ares could feel how close he was and he released his hold on Joxer's hips, swallowing his entire length.

" Ar-reeeeees!" Joxer screamed as he came. Ares groaned, he could feel Joxer's orgasm and it was almost enough to send him over the edge. Almost. He wanted, no needed, to be inside Joxer, and knew Joxer wanted to feel him. He licked the boneless man clean and then crawled back up his body.

" Ares," Joxer whispered, " I love you."

Ares could feel the strength of that love through his mark, and it brought tears to his eyes. No one had ever loved him, ever, not like that. He ducked his head, but Joxer caught his chin and forced him to look up. He smiled tenderly at Ares and wiped a tear from his cheek, licking it from his finger.

" Make love to me, Ares."

Ares breath hitched and he nodded, unable to speak. He leaned down and slipped his hands under Joxer, pulling him up into his lap. Their eyes met, reinforcing the love passing between them.

" Ares," Joxer whispered against Ares' lips. They kissed passionately, slowly and deeply. Ares slid an arm round Joxer's waist and pulled him closer. His other hand found it's way to Joxer's neck, clutching gently. Joxer wrapped his arms round his broad lover, trying to press against every available surface.

Slick fingers ran down between his buttocks, caressing his opening gently. He groaned and shifted slightly to give Ares better access. Two fingers pushed slowly inside him and he sucked in a breath as they grazed the small nub inside him. The fingers scissored inside him, stretching him. Joxer dragged his lips away from Ares' and lifted up.

" Now, please."

Ares grasped Joxer's hips and guided him slowly down onto his aching erection. He groaned as he was enveloped in tight heat, and buried his face in Joxer's neck, almost sobbing with pleasure. Joxer's hands clasped the back of his head and held him tightly. They were still for a moment, simply absorbing the feel of each other.

Ares slid them back down to the ground and supported his weight on his elbows. Staring down at his lover, he smiled tenderly. At the silent pleading in Joxer's eyes, he started to move, pulling out as slowly as he could. Joxer groaned and wrapped his arms and legs around him, pulling his full weight down. They kissed again, their bodies moving together, entwined in passion, rocking slowly, endlessly.

Ares lost himself in touch, sound and feeling. Joxer's smooth skin and the tight passage gripping him. The whispered endearments from soft lips against his.

The love passing between them, through their bond overwhelmed him, and he came, his hot seed filling Joxer, claiming him. Joxer groaned and stiffened against him, back arching as he tipped over the edge into his second climax.

Ares rested his forehead on Joxer's shoulder as long fingers ran slowly up and down his spine. Gently he kissed Joxer's neck. " I love you," he whispered.

Joxer's arms tightened around him, " I know, love." They lay quietly together, fingers and mouths caressing gently.

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" Do you think they're okay?" Iolaus asked.

Strife shrugged, " It's a lot ta deal with, I'm sure they're fine."

" Don't you think we should check on them?" asked Hercules.

" Ar-reeeeees!" Joxer's scream pierced the clearing.

Hercules flushed, " Maybe not." Strife sniggered at his reaction. Xena was staring blankly into the air and Gabrielle looked faintly disgusted. Iolaus and Autolycus looked at each other grinning, trying not to laugh.

Eris cleared her throat, " Yes, well, why don't we eat?" She unpacked and supplemented the food with a wave of her hand.

" Mmm," Autolycus reached for a chicken leg.

" Hey!" Eris slapped his hand, " Manners." Autolycus pulled back his hand and made the mistake of glaring at her. Eris' eyes narrowed and he suddenly leapt to his feet with a yelp. Eris looked up at him and crooked her finger.

Autolycus stared at her fearfully, wondering if he could bend from the size of the butt plug inside him. As her eyes narrowed again, he quickly bent, stifling a groan of combined pain and pleasure.

" What do you say?" she whispered silkily.

" Sorry, Mistress," Autolycus whispered back.

" Good. You will wear the butt plug until I remove it, understand?"

" Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

" Sit," Eris said louder. With another wave of her hand, she served everyone with a generous portion of food.

Iolaus stared at the pair in stunned amazement, especially when Autolycus started moving oddly again. He caught Strife's eye, noticing the wicked half smile on Mischief's face. He raised an eyebrow questioningly and Strife nodded minutely.

Iolaus grinned widely, getting a questioning glance from Hercules. Iolaus sniggered and whispered into his ear. Hercules made a strange strangled noise and an odd movement with his hips, which drew curious glances. He turned beet-red and stood up, dragging Iolaus in front of him.

" Excuse us," he said, his voice strangely squeaky.

" What was that all about?" Gabrielle stared after them as hysterical laughter exploded from their direction. Xena and Gabrielle exchanged confused glances and Strife shrugged.

The laughter quieted abruptly, followed by a low moan. Strife shifted uncomfortably when he realised his mom and Autolycus, and Xena and Gabrielle were suddenly all gazing at each other.

Eris stood up and cleared her throat, " Autolycus, I need your help with, uh, with something." Autolycus followed her awkwardly.

Xena whispered in Gabrielle's ear, and they too stood. With an apologetic smile in Strife's direction, they disappeared into the trees.

Strife sighed and lay back. He was the only one without their lover, and he truly missed Cupid, even without feeling horny. Suddenly a bolt of pleasure shot through him and he heard his lover's gasp inside his head.

*Cupe?*

*Feeling lonely, baby?*

Strife felt his cock harden as desire and more pleasure rushed through his body. *What are you doing?* he gasped.

*Thinking about you* Cupid breathed.

*Oh* Strife sucked in a breath when he realised what he could feel, was Cupid jerking himself off. *Oh baby!* He heard Cupid chuckle in his head.

*Touch yourself for me baby*

Strife eagerly unfastened his pants and slipped his hand inside. *Ahh* he groaned, grasping his cock firmly.

*Oh, feels so good baby* Cupid moaned.

*Cupe, want you so bad* Strife gasped at the dual pleasure of his hand stroking his cock, and being able to feel Cupid doing the same. It started to overwhelm him.

*Can you feel it baby?* Cupid whispered.

*Oh yeah!* Strife panted, his hand speeding up as he felt Cupid getting closer to the edge. *I wish you were inside me* he groaned.

*I am baby, oh! I am* Cupid cried out as he came.

*Cupe!* Strife cried out aloud, following his husband over the edge. He struggled to regain his breath. *Cupe, when I get home, I'm gonna fuck ya inta tha middle a' next week!*

Cupid gasped, *That'd better be a promise*

Strife chuckled *You betcha*

*I hate being apart from you* Cupid sighed.

*Me too, but that's why we havta help, cos we understand what it feels like ta have a mark*

*I know, but, come home soon*

*Soon as I can, love ya babe*

*Love you too*

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When Joxer and Ares finally returned to the clearing, they found it deserted but for Strife. He was lying back, eyes closed and his hand down the front of his pants. Ares burst out laughing and Strife leapt to his feet in shock.

" Shit, I,I," Strife stuttered.


Ares roared with uncontrollable laughter, bending over to clutch at his stomach. Joxer glared at him reprovingly, he didn't think it was funny. But Ares' laughter was starting to affect him, and he giggled helplessly. Strife flushed and stopped talking.

" I'm sorry Strife, it's not me," Joxer managed to gasp. Strife smiled gratefully at him, and eventually they got the sniggering God of War under control.

" Where, where are the others?" Ares asked, his lips still twitching.

Strife shrugged, " They all got horny."

" Eris and Autolycus?" Strife nodded and then cringed as his eardrums were assaulted by more laughter.

" Unc? What's wrong witcha? Ya've barely stopped laughing since this mornin'. Well 'cept when ya was pissed a'course."

Ares sobered, his lips pouting in thought. He glanced at Joxer, who raised a questioning eyebrow. Ares pointed at his stomach.

" Really?" Joxer asked with a grin. Ares nodded, grinning back.

" What?" Strife asked, his gaze flicking back and forth between them. This time it was Ares who raised a questioning eyebrow towards Joxer.

Joxer shrugged, " It's up to you, love. Me, I want to shout it from the tree tops!" That earned him a long, deep kiss, which was broken only by Strife clearing his throat loudly.

" Oh, right," Ares shifted uncomfortably. " I'm prgnt," he muttered. Joxer elbowed him. Ares pulled a face, " I'm sorry, this is still strange."

" Unc, what?!" Strife shouted in frustration.

" I'm pregnant!" Ares raised his voice angrily. The sound of several people choking, made them turn round. Ares started giggling again at four varying expressions of shock, especially when he saw Gabrielle turning blue. It was then that Eris and a very stiff Autolycus rejoined them.

" What's going on?" Eris asked, gaping at her hysterical brother.

" Ares, Ares is, oh Gods!" Hercules couldn't go on.

" Ya gonna be an Auntie, mom," said Strife with glee. Eris stared at him, then started to laugh. Ares stopped laughing and glared at her.

" What's funny?" he demanded.

" You let, you let Joxer t-top?" she gasped. Ares and Joxer flushed.

" Do you mind? That's private!" Ares bellowed, " I don't ask if Autolycus lets you top!"

Eris stopped laughing and glared back at her brother. At that point, every one broke down into hysterical laughter, except for Ares and Eris who glared at each other and Autolycus who groaned in embarrassment.

" How did you know?" Eris demanded. Strife glanced anxiously at his uncle.

" Oh please. Give me some credit!" exclaimed Ares. " It was so obvious." Strife sighed in relief. He really didn't want his mom knowing he'd set her up, just as he was starting to make progress with her.

After everyone had calmed down, Ares and Eris were persuaded to sit down, and the interrupted lunch became dinner. The sun was setting and they still had to discuss the trial. Ares ate ravenously, much to Joxer's amusement. The others picked at their food, the accumulation of shocks had been a bit much for them.

After they'd eaten, Ares pulled Joxer into his lap, glaring at Gabrielle, who made a disapproving noise.

" I take it, Strife has explained why we're here?" he asked. The group nodded. " Good, you all have different strengths, I want you to all help train Joxer."

" Oh, Unc, we had an idea 'bout that!" Strife remembered.

" What? You know I can't interfere," said Ares with a frown.

" Ya can't use ya powers ta make Joxer a good fighter, but ya can use 'em ta access tha ability he's got inside him." Ares blinked thoughtfully.

" Yes, you're right. Good thinking," Ares exclaimed.

" What do you mean?" asked Joxer.

" We know ya can fight, from Dite's spell on ya, it's jus' ya can't use it. Unc can help wit' that," Strife explained.

" Oh," Joxer sounded surprised.

Ares hugged him tightly, " That'll be the only way I can help you. I'm not allowed to interfere."

Joxer twisted round, " I know. I understand, it's okay." He'd felt the anxiety and regret in Ares words. Ares sighed and kissed his forehead.

" It's getting too dark to train now," said Xena. " Why don't we go back to the inn and get some sleep. We can start at dawn."

Ares nodded, " Yeah, you're right." Xena frowned in surprise at his reply.

" Can I go home?" Strife asked eagerly.

Ares chuckled at him, " Yeah, go on. Be back bright and early. Oh, you can tell Cupid, but no one else, got it?"

Strife winked, " Sure, Unc. See ya. Mom." This time Eris didn't pull away from his hug and he smiled happily as he disappeared in a flash of sparks.

Ares stood and pulled Joxer to his feet, " Let's go then."

" We're walking?" Eris whined.

" Yes, WE are," Ares replied firmly. Autolycus groaned quietly and Joxer stared at him for a moment, before whispering in Ares' ear.

" Fine. If you and your pet want to go the fast way, be my guest," he growled.

Eris narrowed her eyes, then she grabbed Autolycus' hand and they vanished with a loud explosion.

" Why can't we all do that?" asked Gabrielle.

" Because, I don't want to," said Ares, he wasn't about to admit to the little snit, that the thought of transporting himself, let alone all of them, made him feel slightly ill.

" Fine, Mom!" Gabrielle snapped sarcastically.

" Oh, that is it, Blondie! I've had it with you!" Ares stalked towards her menacingly. Xena and Hercules quickly flanked her protectively. " Oh please, like I couldn't kill you any time I wanted," he snorted.

" Yeah, but you don't really want to piss of Zeus any more, do you?" said Iolaus calmly. Ares paused.

*We still need their help, love* Ares started and turned round to stare at Joxer.

*I didn't know you could do that!*

Joxer bit his lip, *Neither did I*

Ares and Joxer began to grin at each other at the same time.

" What is up with those two?" Gabrielle whined.

Joxer sighed. Would she never learn to keep her mouth shut? *Please just try to ignore her* he tried to calm Ares.

*I so want to send her to Tartarus!* Ares grumbled.

Joxer chuckled, and clasped his hand, pulling him back in the direction of the inn. Hercules and Gabrielle stared after them before hurrying to catch a smirking Xena and chuckling Iolaus.

Iolaus was impressed. Ares may not have softened exactly, well, except with Joxer. But Joxer certainly seemed able to, uh, persuade, Ares to be reasonable.

Gabrielle was just pissed off. she'd been zapped twice by Ares, elbowed continuously by Xena and insulted by everyone. She was in no mood for helping Joxer, big, fat loser that he was, to marry Ares, Ares of all people! She scowled all the way back to the inn, despite Xena's efforts at cheering her up.

Xena was trying to pretend nothing unusual was happening, despite the fact that her brain was still trying to wrap itself round the fact that Ares was pregnant, and by Joxer!

As for Hercules, he just walked, refusing point blank to think of anything but hot, sweaty sex with Iolaus. That was the only thing that could distract him from the day's events.

Ares and Joxer walked along, so completely wrapped up in each other, that they failed to notice the turmoil they'd caused.

At the inn, Eris and Autolycus were already in bed, so they all decided to do the same. In their room, Joxer sat down on the bed and waited. He could feel the growing anxiety in his lover and he knew what was wrong. But he wanted Ares to talk to him.

Ares knew what he was doing, and still he hesitated. Eventually, he sighed and sat next to Joxer, pulling the smaller man into his arms.

*I'm scared* It was easier to admit mentally, than voicing it aloud.

" I know, so am I," Joxer said quietly. " But. Nobody's ever loved me before, I'm Joxer the joke, the idiot, the klutz..,"

Ares cupped his face, " No, you're not!" he said fiercely. " You are not a joke, and you're certainly not an idiot, do you hear me?!" Joxer nodded mutely. " And as for klutz, it's hardly surprising you couldn't find your centre in that abomination you used as armour!" Joxer chuckled weakly. " Xena will help you with that. Once you have your balance, the rest will come."

Joxer nodded hesitantly, " So why isn't this accessing thing, cheating?" he asked curiously.

" Because it's already a part of you. I'm not adding anything, if anything, I'm taking something away. The barriers in your mind."

Joxer nodded in understanding, " Let's do it."

" Now?"

" Might as well, ready for tomorrow," Joxer said.

" Okay," Ares manoeuvred them so they sat facing each other. He slipped one hand under Joxer's shirt and placed it palm down on the mark. The other, he placed on Joxer's head.

Joxer winced slightly as the mark began to burn, but he locked eyes with Ares and stayed quiet. Ares delved deep into Joxer's mind, again amazed at the deep love he found there for himself. He searched deeper, until he found the block in Joxer's mind, placed there by deep seated insecurity from the numerous beatings, put downs and insults from family and so-called friends, amongst others. Gently and carefully, he removed it.

As his eyes came back into focus, he saw Joxer's roll back in his head and his lover passed out. Ares gripped his shoulder tightly and pulled him forward, back into his arms. He undressed them with a thought and lay back on the bed, pulling Joxer on top of him, and the blanket on top of them both.

Okay, remember this is fiction, i'm perfectly well aware that this cannot really happen! (No, not the sex, the fighting, duh!)

" Ares!" Joxer woke with a gasp. His heart was pounding, his chest heaving. Strong arms tightened around him, and he stiffened momentarily, before relaxing into them. Soft lips pressed against his neck and he sighed.

" You okay?" Ares whispered into his ear. Joxer nodded. " Removing the block has reopened some memories. You're working through them."

Joxer nodded again and swallowed, " Will it take long?"

" I don't know. Do you…" he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably. "You know, want to talk about it?"

Joxer shook his head, grinning as he imagined Ares' face, " I can't really remember it now. I think I want to forget." He wriggled back in Ares' arms, pressing his buttocks against Ares' groin. Ares groaned, rocking his hips until his hardening cock lay snugly between the firm globes. Joxer sighed again and twisted his head back to stare up at his lover.

Ares leaned down and gently traced Joxer's lips with his tongue, before delving between them. Joxer groaned, Ares' hand was making a slow trail down his chest and stomach. Ares stroked his erection, before taking a tight grip.

Ares pumped slowly as Joxer rocked against him. Slowly and sinuously, they moved together, happy to take their time, minds and bodies entwined. The intensity grew and overwhelmed them. Joxer gave a low moan as he shuddered his release in Ares' arms. Ares buried his face in Joxer's neck, holding tightly as he came. They kissed softly.

" Better?" Ares whispered.

Joxer smiled, " Much." Quietly, he drifted back to sleep, feeling safe and loved in Ares' arms.

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Gabrielle woke up when Xena elbowed her. " What?" she grumbled sleepily.

" Time to get up."

" Already?"

Xena smiled at her and nodded. Gabrielle muttered to herself moodily.

" Gabrielle?"

" What?" she snapped.

Xena raised her eyebrows, " What's wrong with you?"

" What's wrong? You're asking me what's wrong?!" Gabrielle exclaimed. Xena nodded. " We're helping Ares, that's what's wrong!"

Xena sighed, " We're helping Joxer. You remember, our friend? Anyway, is that all it is?"

" What do you mean?" Gabrielle frowned.

" It doesn't have anything to do with the fact Joxer's not following you around like a little puppy?"

" No! I, I," Gabrielle sighed and actually thought about what Xena had said. " I don't know, maybe a little," she hung her head, " But still…"

" But still, what? You want him to die? Or worse, live with no contact with the one he loves or their child?" Xena asked quietly.

Gabrielle looked up, tears in her eyes, " No," she whispered.

" So we help them?"

" Yeah," Gabrielle nodded, " Yeah, we help them."

Xena smiled, " Okay, good."

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" Ready?"

" Yeah, I guess," Hercules looked tired.

" You didn't get much sleep last night, did you?" Iolaus squeezed his lover's shoulder.

Hercules shook his head, " Too much to think about."

" You gonna be okay with this?" Iolaus asked anxiously.

Hercules nodded, " Yeah, I'm fine. What they're going through, it's not fair. I want to help them, even if it is Ares."

Iolaus grinned and kissed him, hard. " I'm proud of you."

Hercules smiled, " Thanks."

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" Auto?"

" Yes, Mistress?"

" Would you like me to heal you?"

" If you would, Mistress." Eris smiled fondly, " Well, you do want to be able to move freely." She touched his bare chest and let her power flow through him, healing welts and bruises and the odd anal tear.

" Thank you, Mistress."

She nodded curtly, " Get dressed, it's time to go."

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The group met up with Strife, just after dawn. He was beaming happily.

" Hey Unc! Cupid's really stoked wit' tha news!"

Ares nodded, " Good."

" So was the clearing successful?" Eris asked.

" Yes," Ares nodded again, " The first thing I'd like, Xena, if you would help Jox with finding his centre and getting his balance right."

Xena nodded, " Sure, no problem."

" The rest of us, I'd like to discuss a training strategy." He sighed, " We haven't got long."

Xena and Joxer moved away from the others, and she sat him down to begin with meditation.

Over the next few days, Joxer was worked endlessly. Each day he practiced various fighting techniques, with his five friends. Each one, at Ares' request, pushed him hard. Finding his balance and the removal of the barriers in his mind had already had astounding results, and he progressed quickly. Soon, he was able to hold his own.

Every night, Ares healed him, loved him and held him close as he slept, restless from his dreams.

After a week, Ares deemed it was time for Strife and Eris to join in. if he could learn to at least hold his own against a God, then he stood a good chance against a warlord.

Joxer was surprised how much he already knew, at least in technique. And experience he was somehow able to draw from Ares, through their link. It became almost instinctive, and he found himself using moves and countermoves, he'd never have thought of.

But he still took some severe beatings from Strife and Eris before he was able to go any length of time against them.

When the day came that he knocked Strife from his feet, he was pulled into a bear hug by the young God.

" Well done, ya got me completely off guard!" Strife enthused. Joxer grinned, and turned to look at Ares, who was smiling proudly at him.

" Let's take a break," Ares waved his hand and produced cold water. He took a mug over to Joxer, who was pacing, waiting to get his breath back before sitting.

" Thanks love," Joxer smiled and took a long draft.

Strife walked over to the couple and held out his hand. A slim, lethal looking dagger appeared, " This is from me an' Cupe."

Joxer grinned at him, " Thanks, Strife!" He gave the young God a hug.

Strife flushed, " Ya put it in ya boot." Joxer nodded.

Ares put an arm round his shoulders. *How're you feeling?*

*Tired* Joxer said with a chuckle.

*We'll give you some time to rest before the fight* Joxer nodded, frowning thoughtfully. *What is it?* Ares asked.

*I was wondering how this was going to happen*

*What do you mean?*

*Well, like, the Warlord, does he know why he's fighting? Will it be public?*

Ares sighed, *Zeus has already made me announce a fight to the death between my two best warriors, to become my champion*

*Oh*

*I'm sorry, I should have told you*

*Yes you should, but, that's not it* Joxer sighed. *I, I just don't want to make you look bad. I'm hardly one of your two best warriors*

*You damn well are!*

Joxer smiled and touched his cheek, *Thank you* Ares leaned down and kissed him, softly. Joxer moaned and leaned into him, kissing him back hard.

Ares pulled back with a chuckle, *You should be too tired for that, lover*

Joxer smirked, *With you? Never!*

" Would you two get a room!" Eris interrupted them.

Ares narrowed his eyes. Eris had her hands on her hips and was glaring at them. Strife stood behind her smirking. Ares glanced around at the others. They were all sitting quietly with their drinks, steadfastly pretending nothing was happening. His lips twitched into a half smile.

" It's only bothering you, Sis," he said.

She glared at him for a moment longer, then unexpectedly, she laughed. " Ha! They're just too polite to say."

Ares grinned wolfishly, " Or horny."

Eris, Strife, Joxer and Ares burst out laughing. They wandered back over to the seated group, still chuckling.

" What's funny?" asked Gabrielle, slightly defensively.

" Just discussing the merits of a sex break," Strife laughed. Iolaus perked up immediately, leering at Hercules. Joxer winked at him, and he grinned back.

" Actually, we're done here. We only have two days till the fight, Joxer needs a chance to rest," Ares said firmly.

Joxer nudged him and he raised an eyebrow. Joxer raised both eyebrows in reply. " Do I have to?" Ares whined.

" We discussed this."

Ares sighed. He muttered something, which earned him a poke in the ribs. " Okay, okay! Xena, Iolaus, Auto, Hercules…" Another poke, " Okay, yes, and Gabrielle." The five looked up at him curiously. " Thank you for your help, we, I appreciate it." Ares put his hands on his hips and glared at them defiantly, as if daring them to comment.

*That wasn't so hard, was it?*

Ares flicked his gaze towards his lover, *You owe me so big for that*

Joxer smirked, *Really?* His lips twitched.

Ares' eyes narrowed and he stalked menacingly over to his lover. He fisted Joxer's shirt and pulled the smaller man roughly towards him. He ignored the others, who'd leapt to their feet, his gaze locked on Joxer's face. His other hand gripped the back of Joxer's head and he pulled him into a ferocious kiss.

When he lifted his head, Joxer's eyes were glazed and he was breathless. Only Ares' grip in his shirt, was holding him upright. " Really!" he smirked.

Joxer smiled at him dazedly, " It will be my pleasure," he whispered.


Two Days Later

" Sparta?!" Ares nodded. Joxer got up and started to pace. " Sorry, Ares, but I really hate Sparta."

" Why?"

" Because it's so," Joxer waved expressively with his hands, " So superior!"

Ares smirked, " What? Don't you think I'm superior?"

Joxer stopped pacing and grinned, " Well, yes of course, but they take it to an extreme!"

Ares sighed, " I know, but it's a good way to get good, loyal, dedicated warriors."

" I suppose."

" Jox, you," Ares turned away. " You don't have to do this."

Joxer stared at him and sighed. He walked over to his lover and pulled him round to face him. He cupped Ares' face gently.

" There's no question of my not doing this." Ares didn't look at him. " Ares! We do this okay?" At last Ares met his eyes, he smiled weakly and nodded. " Good. Do you think Xena and the others will come?"

Ares shrugged, " Well I'm bringing them, so they don't really have a choice."

Joxer chuckled, " Okay, any last minute advice?"

Ares stared into his eyes, " Don't die."

Joxer swallowed and blinked rapidly, " I'll try my very best," he whispered hoarsely.

Ares wrapped his arms around him, clutching him close, " Then you'll do fine."

With a flash of light, they were in Ares' temple in Sparta. Joxer looked up, spotting his five very disorientated-looking friends, but was distracted by Ares' low groan.

" Ares?"

" I'm fine, I think." He looked decidedly pale.

" Ares?!" The pair turned round. " Where are we and why are we here?" Hercules demanded.

" Sparta, to support Joxer. If that's okay with you?" Ares asked sarcastically.

" Oh, well, yes of course," Hercules flushed lightly. " Still you could have asked."

Ares simply raised an eyebrow. He cocked his head suddenly and frowned. Then he sighed. " It's time."

He cupped Joxer's face and kissed him softly, " Good luck," he whispered.

" He don't need luck," Strife flashed into the temple. He walked over to Joxer and hugged him. " He broke his right arm a coupla years back," he whispered in Joxer's ear.

Joxer grinned at him, " Thanks for the tip." Strife winked at him.

" I can't go with you, I have to be seen as impartial," Ares said regretfully.

" I know," Joxer kissed him again. " I love you."

" I love you too."

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Joxer rolled his shoulders back and walked out of the temple, flanked by Xena, Gabrielle, Hercules, Iolaus and Autolycus. They headed for the combat field. Joxer swallowed nervously at the size of the crowd. They walked to one end of the field, opposite the other warrior and his entourage.

The warlord smirked at him, looking him up and down insultingly. He turned to his companions and said something, which got a loud burst of laughter in reply.

With a loud, bright flash, Ares appeared in the stands with Strife and Eris. He swayed minutely, but quickly regained control. Silence fell over the crowd. Ares stared round the field, locking eyes briefly with Joxer, before quickly looking away.

" Joxer of Corinth, are you prepared to fight to the death, for the honour of becoming my champion?"

Joxer bowed, " Yes, My Lord," he answered quietly.

Ares nodded and turned to his warlord. " Serfilius of Sparta, are you prepared to fight to the death for the honour of becoming my champion?"

Serfilius bowed, " I am indeed, My Lord, but…"

Ares' eyes narrowed, " But what?" His voice was deceptively quiet.

Serfilius was a very good warrior, but he was also arrogant. " This Joxer, he does not look like a worthy opponent."

Ares frowned, " Do you question my decision? You would prefer to fight someone else, Strife perhaps?"  Strife stepped forward and smiled ghoulishly.

Serfilius paled and backed away slightly, " No! I'm sorry My Lord, I did not mean to question you."

" Good." Ares' hands were clenched into knuckle straining fists, and those that knew him, knew how hard it was for him not to blast the man into ashes. " Commence."

Joxer and Serfilius drew their swords and stepped forward to meet each other in the centre of the field. Serfilius yelled and flew at Joxer, who just managed to get his sword up in time to block a fearsome blow. He staggered under the force. Blows rained down on him, but he blocked and didn't give anymore ground.

Gradually, he managed to push forward, as swords flashed together again and again. Suddenly he missed a thrust and over reached himself, leaving himself off balance. Seeing Serfilius' blade coming towards him, he carried on moving forward, and rolled onto the ground. He twisted quickly and leapt to his feet to block the next thrust.

Moving right into Serfilius' space, he flicked his wrist and the sword flew out of Serfilius' hand. He pressed forward, but the warlord leapt out of the way and managed to regain his sword. With his free hand he pulled out a dagger. Joxer pulled out his own dagger and ran towards the warlord.

They met with a clash of swords, but Joxer didn't quite move in time to avoid Serfilius' dagger, which slashed him across the arm. He twisted into the blade, gritting his teeth in pain, and kicked Serfilius in the shoulder. Serfilius grunted in pain and pulled away.

Joxer looked at his arm, grimacing slightly. Serfilius rushed at him again, and Joxer dropped down catching Serfilius' feet between his legs, to knock him flat on his face (drop toe hold for wrestling fans). He kicked the warlord's arm again and rolled back to his feet, panting harshly.

Serfilius howled in anger and pain, leaping to his feet to rush at Joxer again. Joxer ducked under his arm and lashed out with his dagger, catching Serfilius across the chest. Serfilius jumped back and pressed his hand to his chest. Snarling at Joxer, he wiped his blood across his face like a mask.

They clashed again and again, Joxer lost his dagger, but he held his own, noticing that Serfilius' blows were not as strong as before. Neither man was gaining much of an advantage for long, and both were tiring.

A sudden strong blow, caught Joxer off guard and knocked him off his feet. He hit the ground hard, his sword flying from his hand. Serfilius raised his sword to strike.

" NO!" The scream from Ares distracted the warlord and Joxer pulled his second dagger from his boot. He sat up and thrust it into Serfilius' chest. Serfilius staggered, a look of surprise covered his face. Joxer tried to roll as the dying warlord made one last attempt to kill him, but he didn't quite move in time and the sword struck him through the shoulder, pinning him to the ground.

Joxer screamed in pain. Serfilius dropped to his knees and pulled the dagger from his chest. He lunged at Joxer, who caught his arm. As Serfilius fell on top of him, Joxer twisted his wrist so that he fell on the dagger.

It was over, he'd won. He lay motionless, emotions in a turmoil. He'd won!

" Joxer!" he heard Ares roar. Serfilius' body was dragged off him and he looked up. Ares stood over him anxiously. Joxer tried to smile reassuringly, but he hurt too much, everything hurt. Ares pulled the sword from his shoulder and knelt beside him. Ares swallowed hard, he was happy, why did he so desperately want to cry?

He put his hand over Joxer's heart, and Joxer could feel his power spreading through him, healing him. Ares pulled him to his feet and into his arms. Oblivious of the crowd, Ares bent his head and kissed Joxer. Joxer could feel his lover's heart pounding, the kiss conveyed all of Ares' anxiety, relief and pride.

Serfilius' men stepped forward, their arrogance, anger and confusion clouding their judgement.

" My Lord, this is not seemly," said one man.

" How could such a man beat Serfilius on his own?" exclaimed another.

Ares glowered at them, " I do not need to explain myself to you!" he roared. He turned to the crowd. " Joxer of Corinth has won the match, and is henceforth my champion. He is also my chosen consort," he declared. " As for you," he turned back to Serfilius' men, " For questioning me." A fireball began to form in his hands. The men started to back away fearfully.

Joxer wanted to ask him to stop, but he couldn't, not in front of the Spartans. He didn't want Ares to lose their respect by appearing soft. But he didn't watch as Ares casually tossed the fireball, killing the men in one go. Even Xena and Hercules didn't try to stop him, they realized that after choosing a male consort, even one who had just become his champion, Ares needed to show that he was still Ares, God of War.


Ares flashed them all back to the temple and immediately had to sit down. Joxer touched his shoulder in concern. Strife and Eris appeared straight after them. Eris glanced at her pale looking brother and smirked.

" Transporting's a bitch when you're pregnant."

Ares glared at her, " Yes, thank you, I'm aware of that."

Joxer was surrounded by, and congratulated by his friends, Gabrielle held back smiling shyly, and he pulled her into a hug.

" Thanks everyone, for all your help," Joxer smiled at his friends.

*Oh fuck!*

Joxer turned to Ares worriedly, his mental tone was slightly fearful. *Ares, what is it?*

*The transport it…*

Joxer felt his heart leap into his mouth, *What? It, it's not the baby is it?*

*No!* Ares stopped him, *Not exactly, I.* he stopped.

Joxer went to sit next to his lover *Ares, you're worrying me* He glanced up to see matching expressions of concern on all his friends' faces. He sighed and shrugged, indicating he didn't know what was wrong.

Ares swallowed hard. After he'd recovered from the transport, he'd become aware that something was not quite right, and had focussed on his body. What he'd found was more than a shock. What in Hades was going on?

*I, uh, felt more than one life force*

*T-twins?* Joxer stuttered.

Ares shook his head *Triplets*

Joxer went very pale. He twisted round on the altar and wrapped his arms and legs round Ares. *Triplets?* he whispered. Ares nodded, resting his head on Joxer's shoulder.

" Unc? Jox?" asked Strife hesitantly. " Is everythin' okay?" Ares glanced up at his nephew and then looked up at Joxer. He began to laugh, slightly hysterically.

*Ares?* Joxer looked confused. *Ares are you okay with this?*

Ares nodded, choking on his laughter as he tried to stop, before he got too hysterical. When he saw Joxer's expression, he sobered up. He touched Joxer's face gently. *I, yes. Yes, of course I am. It was just a bit of a shock*

*Oh Ares* Joxer hugged him tightly. They turned back to the others, but the expressions of concern, set Ares off again.

*You'd better tell them* he gasped.

Joxer swallowed, then smiled, " Um, guys? We're expecting, uh we're having triplets."

There was stunned silence.

" Wow!" Five voices exclaimed simultaneously.

Strife started to bounce in a frighteningly accurate, if unconscious, imitation of Aphrodite, " Oh that is, jus' like, so cool! Cupe's gonna spew! Again!" he giggled insanely.

Eris stared at her brother, then started to laugh. " You're going to be huge!" She clutched her stomach and whooped.

Ares eyes widened briefly, almost fearfully. Shit, big time shit! How was he going to take supplications if he started looking like he'd swallowed a small planet?! " You're a big pain in the ass, you know that?" Ares glared at her. She snickered and nodded.

" Nobody knows about this, do you hear me?! Yes, Strife you can tell my son, but no one else, no one!" Ares didn't know why it was so imperative that no one else knew, it was just such a strong feeling, he had to follow it.

*What is it, love?* Joxer asked.

*I don't know, I just know we need to keep it quiet*

Joxer hugged him again *Okay*

" So, what happens now?" Iolaus asked.

Ares shrugged, " The second test could be any time this week. We're not allowed to know what it'll involve, but I take it Strife has told you." The group nodded. " So there's no way to prepare ourselves," he finished.

" Ya'll be fine," said Strife confidently. " Jus' remembah, true love is rare and more important than anything."

" Strife, that's beautiful," said Joxer, with a small smile.

Strife flushed and shrugged, " Yeah, well, I know what it's like ta think ya've lost it." He blinked rapidly, remembering how his heart had broken when Cupid had announced his marriage to Psyche.

" You didn't lose it, baby." Cupid flashed into the temple.

" Cupe!" Strife pounced on his husband and kissed him hard. " Whatcha doin' here?"

Cupid sighed, snuggling into Strife's arms, " Gramps is going apeshit up there. He was sure Jox was gonna die."

Ares got to his feet, frowning, " I don't understand. Why does he care, it's never mattered one way or the other to him, what I do, unless it involves him." He stopped, cocking his head in thought. " Unless it involves him!" He started to pace," But how can this involve him?"

" I can ask Grandma to do some digging," said Cupid.

Ares nodded, " Yeah, thanks son."

" Oh, oh, Cupe!" Strife started to bounce again.

" What?"

" Unc an' Jox, got more news!"

" Really?" Cupid glanced at his father and Joxer, who both nodded and smiled. " Well, what?"

" Guess."

" Aw, come on, I don't know! Tell me," Cupid moaned. Strife hugged him and whispered in his ear. " No way!"

" Way!" Strife grinned.

" Well, fuck me!"

Strife groaned, " Don't tempt me."

Cupid snickered at him. " Congrats Pops, Jox, that's so cool!" He hugged them both.

" Don't tell anyone," Ares said seriously.

" No probs Pops. No one outside this temple even knows you're pregnant."

" Good. I'd like it to stay that way," Ares glanced at everyone. They all nodded solemnly. " Okay, well, I guess you can all go, if you want. Jox, will you stay with me again?"

" You need to ask?" Joxer stood up and leaned against his lover, wrapping Ares' arm around him.

" Okay, well, good luck guys," said Iolaus, " You'll let us know what happens?"

Joxer nodded, " Of course." They all said their goodbyes and Hercules and Iolaus disappeared. Ares swallowed and sat down.

Xena hugged Joxer, " Good luck," she whispered. She turned to Ares, " I, uh, I hope it all works out for you."

Ares took a deep breath and smiled at her, " Thank you… daughter."

Xena blinked in shock, standing stock still as she processed what he'd said. It was the first time he'd ever admitted it. She swallowed hard, breath hitching slightly, and she smiled at her father.

" Be happy, Joxer," said Gabrielle quietly.

He hugged her, " Thank you."

She flushed, " Can we go now?" Ares nodded. They waved goodbye, then disappeared. Ares groaned and leaned forward, breathing deeply.

" Ares?" Ares looked up at Joxer and smiled weakly, " I'm fine."

" It goes away after a while, Pops," said Cupid with a sympathetic smile, " Well, sorta"

" Good!" Ares groaned. " Auto, you got anywhere you want to be?"

Autolycus shook his head, " I'm where I want to be," he glanced at Eris, who flushed lightly.

Ares rolled his eyes, which earned him a poke in the ribs from Joxer. He directed a mock glare at his lover. " Right, let's go home." He braced himself and transported them back to his halls on Olympus.


Joxer rocked Bliss in his arms, as the little Godling slept. He stared longingly at the child. The possibility that he might die before he ever saw his own children, was becoming more real to him each day that he waited for the second test.

He put Bliss down in his cradle and quickly left the room, tears trickling down his face. He fled to the room he shared with Ares and flung himself onto the bed, giving into huge, heaving sobs. The bed dipped beside him and he was pulled into a strong embrace. He clung to Ares, burying his face in his neck.

Ares rocked him slowly, giving into his own silent tears. He could feel everything Joxer was feeling and it reinforced his own emotional turmoil. He cursed himself for leaving Joxer to baby-sit Bliss on his own, but unfortunately he still had a job to do. Gently, he stroked Joxer's hair, waiting till his lover calmed. When he was quiet, except for his hitching breaths, Ares pulled back and searched his face. He smoothed back Joxer's hair and wiped his face.

" Hey, I love you. I love you," he touched Joxer's face. " I'm not losing you, do you understand? We're not losing you!" He took Joxer's hand and placed it on his stomach.

" 'Res?" Joxer whispered, " Can I? Is there any, any way I can feel them?"

Ares smiled gently, Joxer had unknowingly used a nickname he hadn't heard for eons, not since he and Eris had been kids. 'Ris and 'Res they'd called each other then. He sighed and nodded. He wanted Joxer to feel the children, to have a link with them. He put one hand on Joxer's shoulder, over the mark and the other over Joxer's hand on his stomach.

" Oh!" Joxer breathed as he suddenly became aware of three tiny sparks of light, pulsing gently. They were entwined and embraced by more light, which Joxer recognised as Ares. More tears spilled from his eyes as he felt the growing energy from his children.

Ares pulled him back into a hug, " We're going to do this, okay? We're going to beat this!" He felt Joxer nod against his shoulder. He gently pulled Joxer back onto the bed and held him close until his lover slept.

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" Mom?"

Aphrodite was pacing agitatedly. It was not a good look for her, the tension showed on her face. She stopped and turned to Cupid.

" It's today," she said quietly.

" Mom, they'll do fine, they love each other. I can't think of anything that could tempt them away from that!" Cupid squeezed her shoulder.

" Really? Well Zeus has!"

Her tone made Cupid turn pale and he suddenly felt sick again. He'd thought he was over that, but obviously not. He threw up quietly into one of his mother's potted plants.

" Euw, grody!" Aphrodite cleaned up the mess with a wave of her hand. " Are you okay Cupie, sweetie?"

" Yeah, just don't rub my back, or I'll hurl again!" Aphrodite pulled back her hand hurriedly.

She began to pace again, " I've got to go and see Mother soon, see if she's found anything."

Cupid nodded, " I'm sure this is all going to work out, Mom."

" Keep your wings crossed," Aphrodite managed a small smile.

" I will," Cupid kissed his mother goodbye and vanished.

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Ares paced like a caged lion outside his father's study. Why was Zeus deigning to speak to him, all of sudden? He quickly double checked that his pregnancy was shielded and knocked on the door.

" Come." Ares took a deep breath and walked in.

" Ah, Ares, come in, sit down." Ares glared suspiciously at his father. " Oh now don't be like that. I just want to have a chat, father to son, so to speak."

Ares sat down, still watching Zeus warily. " So talk," he growled.

Zeus moved to a chair in front of him and sat down, resting his head in his hands.

" I'm tired, Ares. Tired of being King, tired of fighting with my family," he paused and sighed, " I'm just tired."

Ares eyes narrowed, " Well, boohoo!" he snapped. " What's that got to do with me?"

Zeus managed not to glare at his son and sighed melodramatically. " I want to make things right with you. I want to give you what you've always wanted."

Ares sat up straight in his chair. He'd been suspicious before, but now?!

" What?"

" Leadership," Zeus paused to increase the tension, " Kingship."

Ares blinked at his father and swallowed. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was going to puke again. Only his huge strength of will, brought him back under control, but he still had to get up and pace.

" What's the catch?" he stared at his father, fists planted on his hips.

" No catch. You and your queen will rule. Hera and I will take a nice long holiday, oh say a couple of hundred years," Zeus replied.

" Queen?" Ares frowned.

" Well, of course, the King of the Gods, must have a Queen." Zeus smirked inwardly.

Ares began to pace again. This was it, this was the test. Did Zeus think he was stupid? Did he really think that he was going to fall for that? Oh Zeus was good; this offer was the best one he could have made, it was very tempting. Almost tempting enough to consider, if he'd thought Zeus was serious. Almost.

As he paced he became aware that he could feel Joxer very strongly. He concentrated and realised that Joxer was in the next room, and was feeling very agitated and upset. He turned and without warning, grabbed his father and slammed him up against the wall.

" You piece of shit! You were so sure I'd accept, you made him watch! Well let me tell you something, FATHER!" he spat the word out. " I HAVE everything I want. And there's nothing you can offer me that would change that!"

Zeus frowned at him and waved his hand, flinging Ares across the room. " Get out of my sight!"

*Ares!* Joxer screamed in his head.

*I'm fine, we're fine!*

Ares got up and brushed himself off, " Gladly." He linked into Joxer's presence and transported them both home.

Then he promptly threw up, the anger, tension and transport too much for him. A warm hand gently stroked between his shoulder blades and he calmed, tension flowing out of him. He straightened and turned into Joxer's embrace.

" G-gods, Ares, what have you given up?" Joxer stuttered.

" Nothing!" Ares exclaimed. " Zeus tried to tempt me, he failed miserably."

" Really?"

" Do you really have to ask?"

" No," Joxer whispered, tears in his eyes.

" And you know I love you?"

" Yes." The tears were streaming down Joxer's face. To think that someone could love him that much, it was overwhelming.

" Good," Ares whispered, holding him close.


Aphrodite winced as she heard another explosion coming from her
father's study. Quickly she transported herself back to her temple,
where Cupid and Strife were waiting. They were pacing, the room thick
with tension. As soon as they saw her, she was bombarded with
questions.

" Quiet!" she yelled. The couple stared at her in surprise, but stopped
talking. " No, Mother still hasn't found anything. And," she paused
dramatically.

" Mom!"

She grinned, " They passed."

" Yeah!" Strife punched the air excitedly. Cupid felt distinctly faint
and had to sit down, but at least he wasn't puking!

" Wait, they passed?" he asked.

Aphrodite nodded, " Jox had to resist the temptation of giving up, of
believing Ares would leave him. He came close to faltering, but his
faith in Ares remained true."

" Ya mean, he had ta watch?" Aphrodite nodded. " Ah, man, that is
sick!" Strife exclaimed in disgust. " I hope Grandma finds out what in
Tartarus is going on in Zeus' head!"

" So do I, love," Cupid whispered. Aphrodite nodded and hugged them
both.

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" Well, well, well," Hera chuckled, " You Old Goat, you kept this well
hidden." She wasn't surprised, a prophecy declaring an end to Zeus'
reign? She'd have hidden it too, if she were him. She memorised it
carefully and put it away again. It didn't all make sense to her, but
it was definitely what she was looking for.

She called together the members of her family that were concerned.

Ares appeared first, with Joxer. Hera frowned as her son went pale and
swayed slightly. He clutched Joxer, who held his hand tightly. Hera was
distracted by the appearance of Strife and Cupid, closely followed by
Aphrodite and Eris.

" Cupid," Hera smiled at her grandson, " You're starting to show!"

Cupid sighed, " I know, and leather doesn't stretch well!" Strife
giggled and got an elbow in the stomach for his troubles. " Shut up, it
wasn't funny!" Strife bit his cheeks in an attempt to stop laughing.
He'd already gotten into plenty of trouble from his hysterical reaction
whilst watching Cupid struggle to put on his skin tight leathers around
his growing belly.

" Children, please, sit," Hera waved her hand and five large armchairs
appeared. Strife sat down and dragged Cupid into his lap. Ares followed
his nephew's example with Joxer. Aphrodite perched nervously on the
edge of her seat, while Eris sprawled back, flinging one leg over an
arm.

Hera sat with a sigh. " I think I know some of what this is about." She
glanced at her son. " I found an ancient and very obscure prophecy,
spoken by a sleeping child. It goes,

'When War finds Love
That is so true,
Then blessings come,
For me and you.
An end to jealous
Zeus's reign,
When Peace, Redemption
And Justice come again'"

" Wow!" Cupid and Strife flopped back in the chair. Ares was silent, as
was Joxer.

" Ares?" Hera looked at her son in concern, " Are you all right?" He
nodded. She smiled gently, " The part I'm not sure about is the peace,
redemption and justice coming."

" You don't suppose?" Joxer started, then he shook his head.

*What, love?* asked Ares.

*Well, it's just, it's to do with you finding love, and three things
will come. And well you're having*

*WE are having triplets* Ares interrupted him. *I think you might be
right*

" Mother," he turned to Hera, " I'm pregnant."

Hera beamed, " I thought I felt something!"

" With triplets."

" Oh my," Hera got the connection immediately, " Who else knows?" she
asked urgently.

" Jus' us, the freaky four an' Auto," Strife piped up.

" Why Autolycus?" Hera frowned in confusion.

" Cos he an' Mom, are ba…" Strife came to an abrupt halt when he
realised what he was saying, almost pre-empting Eris clearing her
throat and glaring at him menacingly. He didn't want to antagonise her
when he was starting to make progress.

" So, Daddy dearest," Eris' voice dripped with sarcasm, " Is trying to
prevent this from happening. First by forbidding you from marrying
Joxer, and then with all this 'Trial of True Love' crap!"

" None of this changes the fact that Joxie and Ares still have one test
to pass," said Aphrodite quietly.

" But damn it, it isn't fair!" Cupid leapt to his feet angrily, and
immediately sat back down heavily with a cry of pain.

" Cupe?" Strife gasped when he'd recovered his breath, " What is it?"

" I really must remember that our child doesn't like it when I get
angry," Cupid panted.

" Good thing it don't happen often." Strife put his hand on Cupid's
rounded belly to try and calm the baby.

" He's too late anyway," said Joxer quietly. " Whatever happens in the
final test, Peace, Redemption and Justice will still come."

" Yeah, but I want them to have two parents," whispered Ares sadly.
Joxer swallowed and turned round burrowing deeply into Ares' arms.

" Oh Gods!" Cupid exclaimed, then he burst into tears.

" Baby!" Strife stared at Cupid in surprise, " Don't cry, what is it?"

" It-it's so s-sad," sobbed Cupid.

" Cupie, sweetie, it'll be fine. " Aphrodite got up and crouched in
front of her son, " They'll make it, I know they will." She turned to
smile at Ares and Joxer.

" Yeah, an' then we'll kick Zeus' butt!" Strife said excitedly.

" If you don't mind, Joxer and I would like to spend some time alone,"
Ares said quietly.

" Of course," Hera smiled gently. Ares and Joxer disappeared. She
turned to her blonde daughter, " So what's the final test?"

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" Feeling better?" Joxer pressed a kiss to the base of Ares' neck. His
fingers dug into the thick muscles of Ares' shoulders, working out the
knots of tension.

Ares groaned, " Ah, yeah." Joxer's hands and the hot water from their
shared bath were combining to relax him. He leaned back in Joxer's
arms, his head dropping back to rest on his lover's shoulder. He sighed
as Joxer nibbled on his neck.

Joxer slid his hands down Ares' shoulders and round to his chest,
tracing the outlines of Ares' hard, smooth muscles. His fingers grazed
over tightening nipples, and his lover moaned, arching his back. Joxer
pulled gently on the taut nubs, as he sucked on Ares' neck.

Ares shifted and pulled Joxer's legs round him, until Joxer's cock was
pressed against his back. Joxer groaned, his hands recommencing their
exploration as they dipped under the water to slide down Ares' stomach.
They tangled in the line of dark, silky hair which led to Ares' groin,
and tugged lightly.

Ares wasn't sure he could take much more of the slow teasing, as Joxer
licked his neck, and his questing fingers moved lower, bypassing his
groin completely. So he pulled out of Joxer's arms and turned round to
straddle the smaller man's hips, pushing their cocks together.

Joxer smiled up at him, and Ares sucked in a breath at the heat,
passion and love in his eyes. He clutched Joxer's face between his
hands and leaned forward to kiss him, pressing their bodies together.

Joxer moaned and ran his hands down Ares' back to his firm ass, pulling
him even closer. A low cry rumbled in Ares' chest and he thrust against
Joxer. Joxer whimpered, sucking on Ares' tongue. He reached further
round and ran his fingers along the crease of Ares' ass.

" Uhn," Ares pushed back, encouraging Joxer to press deeper. Joxer
smiled against his lips and stroked firmly across Ares' opening. Ares
groaned again.

" Jox, please," he breathed. Joxer sucked Ares' lips and lapped
delicately between them. Without warning, he pushed two fingers inside
his lover. Ares cried out, his back arched as he thrust jerkily against
Joxer.

Joxer pushed gently into Ares, reaching for his pleasure spot. As he
brushed his fingers over it, Ares groaned and dropped his head onto
Joxer's shoulder.

" Lift up, love," Joxer whispered. Ares raised his head to stare at him
for a second, then he smiled and lifted his hips. Joxer shifted forward
slightly, then Ares reached behind himself to grasp Joxer's erection.
Joxer blinked at him in surprise, as he slowly lowered himself onto
Joxer's length.

" Oh. Gods. Ares!" Joxer gasped as he was engulfed in tight, slick
heat. Ares gripped the side of the bath for leverage, and dropped his
head back onto Joxer's shoulder. Joxer's fingers dug into Ares' hips as
they rocked together.

" Love you," Ares whispered with every thrust into his body. Joxer
couldn't speak, he was too overwhelmed. It was as if Ares' body had
engulfed and surrounded him. He was complete, whole, and he didn't want
it to end.

Ares groaned as their movements became faster and more urgent. " It'll
never end," he gasped. Joxer's breath hitched and he pulled Ares' head
up so that he could kiss him. His cries were swallowed, as he came deep
inside his lover.

The combination of the hot, liquid rush inside him, Joxer's roiling
emotions and the lips claiming his own, sent Ares over the edge. He
pulled his mouth away, his head dropping back as he screamed his
release.

" I love you," Joxer whispered. Ares lifted his head and leaned forward
to rest his forehead against Joxer's.

" I know, I love you too."

As always thanks and big hugs to Christine, but this part is also for
Warsslave who wanted to see a little more of the other couples. Hope
this satisfies, sorry in advance though just can't do f/f.
Warning: contains het sex

Autolycus woke suddenly, something was out of place. He kept still,
holding his breath as he listened. There was a small snuffling sound.
He leapt to his feet, clutching the dagger he kept under his pillow.

" Who's there?" he whispered vehemently. There was no sound, except for
more snuffling. Curious, he lit a candle. Huddled in the corner of the
room, arms clutched tightly around her knees, was his Goddess.

" Mistress?" he approached her cautiously. Eris looked up at him, the
tears in her eyes drawing a concerned gasp from him. At the look on his
face, the tears began to spill down her cheeks.

Unsure of what to do, Autolycus crouched down beside her, and gathered
her in his arms. With a small grunt, he lifted her up and carried her
to the bed. She clung to him, sobbing quietly. Gently Autolycus stroked
her hair, wondering what could have happened to make this impossibly
strong woman, so upset. The fact that she trusted him enough to show
him her vulnerability, touched him to his core.

" Love me, Auto. Please, just love me," she whispered. He pulled
slightly to stare at her. Gently, he wiped the tears from her face,
then he leaned forward and kissed her softly. Her breath hitched and
her arms tightened around him. Her feelings towards the thief had been
growing. And when everything had overwhelmed her, her brother's
hopeless situation, her son's tentative attempts to bridge the gap
between them, Strife and Cupid making her a grandmother; she'd turned
to him, hoping against hope that she could trust him. His simple,
unquestioning and loving gestures touched her heart.

His tongue traced her lips, silently asking for entry. She opened her
mouth and deepened the kiss, sucking gently on his tongue. His hands
slid over her back, tracing random patterns over her shirt. He was
determined to give the trembling Goddess in his arms, all the love and
comfort she needed.

Suddenly his hands were touching bare skin, and he felt fingers
tangling in the hair on his chest. Her hands slid up to clutch at his
shoulders and she pressed her breasts against his chest. He moaned
quietly, grasping the back of her neck to pull her even closer,
exploring the warm depths of her mouth thoroughly.

He lowered her gently onto the bed, and her legs parted so he could lie
comfortably on top of her. They continued to kiss, slowly, deeply.
Autolycus clutched her hair with one hand, while his other, slid up and
down her side, slowly caressing her soft skin. Her hips began to
undulate under him and her legs wrapped round him.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, she nodded. He lifted up
slightly, and very gently, he pushed inside her. He groaned, she was so
tight. She moaned quietly, and he stopped in concern. But she tightened
her legs around him and pushed him all the way inside her.

Eris gasped. It had been so long. So long since she'd allowed anyone to
love her like this. She hadn't realised how much she'd missed it. He
pulled out and slowly thrust back into her. Her fingers dug into his
shoulders and they began to move together. Soon the slow rhythm had her
gasping and she started to move faster.

" Please," she whispered. Autolycus smiled gently at her and began to
move faster, thrusting harder. He dipped his head to kiss her again and
she moaned into his mouth. She started to shudder beneath him. Her legs
tightened impossibly and her back arched. He lifted his head, and
watched in wonder as she came. It was the first time they'd made love
face to face. The beauty of her ecstasy and vulnerability filled him
with love and he stiffened, thrusting into her once more as he came
inside her for the first time.

" I love you," he whispered, as he collapsed on top of her. Her arms
tightened briefly around him.

" Thank you," she whispered back. Autolycus raised his head and smiled
at her. He smoothed back her hair and dropped a soft kiss onto her
forehead. He rolled them over, slipping out of her, and pulled her into
his arms.

Eris waited until he was asleep, then she carefully extricated herself
from his embrace. She dressed herself with a thought, then bent down to
kiss him gently.

" I love you too," she whispered, then she vanished.

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" Please, harder," Hercules gasped. Iolaus gripped Hercules' shoulders
and began to pound into his lover. He reached under his body and
grasped his hard shaft tightly, pumping in time to his thrusts.

" Gods, yes!" Hercules cried out, his hot release spurting over Iolaus'
hand. Iolaus' mouth opened in a silent scream as Hercules' passage
clamped around him, squeezing his orgasm from him in long, shuddering
jets. Iolaus collapsed, his body held up by Hercules' strength.
Hercules lowered them carefully to the ground, panting harshly. After a
few minutes, Iolaus pulled out and rolled over to lie next to his
lover.

" What's worrying you?" he asked, casually flicking Hercules' hair.

" What do you mean?"

Iolaus raised an eyebrow, " Herc, I know you. You only want it like
that, when something's bothering you."

Hercules sighed and turned his head, to face Iolaus. " Okay, okay. I'm
worried about Joxer," he admitted.

Iolaus smiled and stroked his cheek, " So am I."

" I just feel so helpless, I hate that." Hercules sighed and rolled
onto his back.

Iolaus scooted over and rested his head on Hercules' chest. " Herc, you
can't help everyone. You do so much, and I love you for it, but even
you have limits."

Hercules hugged him and nodded, " I know," he sighed.

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" Xena?"

" Gabrielle, I swear, if you ask me one more time if I think they're
all right, you're sleeping on the floor!"

Gabrielle sighed, " I'm sorry. I guess I'm just used to worrying about
Joxer."

" I think if anyone can take care of him, Ares can, don't you?" Xena
said firmly.

" I guess, but…"

" What do I have to do to shut you up?"

Gabrielle grinned suddenly, " I can think of a couple of ways."

Xena rolled on to her side and lifted her head, " Oh really?"

Gabrielle nodded and reached up to pull Xena down on top of her.

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Strife took Cupid home soon after Aphrodite had explained the final
test. His winged husband had not stopped crying since the revelation
that Ares' and Joxer's triplets would somehow bring down Zeus. Strife
was starting to get seriously worried. He transported them straight to
bed and held his weeping husband in his arms, rocking slowly. He
started to croon quietly, a tune that he couldn't quite place.

Cupid quieted and pulled back slightly, " What's that song?"

Strife shrugged, " I dunno, baby. Why?"

Cupid sniffed and wiped his face, " I just recognise it from
somewhere."

" How're ya feelin'?"

" Shaky," Cupid smiled weakly. Strife lay back on the bed and opened
his arms. Cupid snuggled on top of him, resting his head in the crook
of his shoulder. " The last test is so unfair, so horrible," he
whispered.

" I know," Strife kissed the top of his head. " We just have ta hope
that everythin' turns out like tha prophecy said." They lay quietly for
a while, until Strife thought that Cupid had finally fallen asleep.

" Baby?" Cupid whispered.

" Yeah?"

" That song you were humming."

" What about it?"

" I think I heard your mom singing it, that time she looked after Bliss
for us."

Strife's throat tightened and he swallowed hard. " Really?" he
whispered hoarsely.

Cupid nodded and lifted his head, resting his chin on Strife's chest.
He smiled at his husband, " I bet she sang it to you when you were a
baby."

" Ya think so?" Cupid nodded, pressing a kiss to Strife's pale skin.

Strife smiled, " I wish I could remembah."

" I know."


When Ares woke, it was dark, which was fine. But he couldn't move,
which was not. Cold metal bound his ankles and wrists. He tested the
chains, pulling at them with all his strength, but they didn't budge.
He growled angrily. Someone had a warped sense of humour and that
someone was in big trouble! A torch flared, and he blinked, eyes
adjusting to the sudden light.

" Aw, can't the big, bad God of War move?"

Ares gritted his teeth, " Psyche."

" Oh, so you remember me? I'm flattered." Psyche bent over her captive,
both hands behind her back, smiling horribly.

" What in Hades, do you think you're doing?" Ares roared.

She sighed, " Zeus' dirty work. Not that I won't enjoy every second!"

" What?"

She frowned, " I'm not doing this for him, although getting back my
immortality and Godhood is ample reward. It's revenge I want!"

" Revenge? What is this?"

She smiled again, it was not a pleasant sight. " I'm going to take away
everything Cupid cares about, just like he did to me. Of course, Zeus
thinks I'm just going to kill you." She smirked, " He's decided, he's
had enough of this trial business. I think he's afraid you might
actually pass, as if!" She snorted, " This is supposed to be the final
test, but you're going to die whatever, isn't that just terrible?"

" You can't kill me, I'm a God," Ares frowned in confusion.

She smirked, and pulled one hand from behind her back, " This is a
present from Zeus," she held a sharp, hooked dagger. " It will hurt
you, badly, it will make you bleed," she chuckled. " And this," she
pulled out her other hand. She was holding the Hind's blood dagger, "
This is to kill you. We already know this works. It was so very
satisfying, having Strife killed. It'll be so much more satisfying to
do it myself this time!" she laughed harshly.

" You?! You had Strife killed?" Ares began to struggle again, filled
with rage, the urge to throttle his son's ex-wife was overwhelming.

Psyche tutted, " Now, now Ares. The chains are Hephaestian metal, don't
waste your breath." She circled around him. " Once I've killed you, I
get my Godhood back, and then I can really start hurting 'Stupid'.
Aphrodite, Bliss, Strife, they're next. Maybe even Eris, can't have
anyone comforting him now, can we?"

" You'd kill your own son?" Ares whispered in horror.

" Ha! My son indeed. I carried and gave birth to the brat. Cupid only
ever loved Strife, Bliss is more his child than mine." She bent over
Ares, " And when they're all dead, then I'll take Cupid's baby," she
whispered.

" No!" Ares roared. He struggled to free himself, pulling at the chains
until they bit into his skin. Anger poured from him, in palpable waves.
He fought until he was exhausted, while Psyche watched and laughed.

" Are you quite finished?"

" Zeus will never allow it," Ares panted.

" That old fool won't know till it's too late," Psyche sneered. She
ripped open his leather vest. " Feel free to scream." She grinned and
trailed the dagger down his chest, cutting deeply.

Pain blazed through Ares, setting light to all his nerve endings. He
gritted his teeth in agony, but soon the pain began to overwhelm him.
He heard someone screaming and realised to his horror that it was him.

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Joxer woke to find himself slumped against a wall in pitch blackness.

" Ares?" he whispered. There was no reply. He reached for where the
lamp should have been and found nothing. He got on to his hands and
knees and crawled, reaching out blindly to try and find something
familiar. There was nothing.

Joxer began to panic, " Ares?" he called out hopefully. Still nothing.
He got to his feet and started to walk slowly, hands stretched out in
front of him. When he hit a wall, he used it as a guide, following it.
He walked for what seemed like hours. He was about to give up, when a
terrible scream pierced the blackness.

Joxer thought his heart was going to stop, " Ares!" he whispered
fearfully. He started to run, unmindful of the total darkness. Every
scream pierced his heart with icy-cold shafts of dread and he ran
faster, until at last he could see light.

He ran towards it and burst into a cave. He stopped in horror. Ares was
chained down, his back arched, body stiff as he struggled to free
himself. Blood streamed down his sides in gory rivulets. Standing over
him, dagger raised above her head, was Psyche.

" Time to die," she sneered.

" No!" Joxer screamed. He ran forward and threw himself on top of Ares'
body as the dagger descended. It entered his body with a sickening
crunch of flesh and bone. Joxer's eyes met Ares' and he tried to reach
out to his lover. The world started to blacken.

" I love you," he whispered. Then his eyes slid closed and his head
dropped onto Ares' bloody chest.

angst warning, erm possibly a little late

Ares stared blankly at the body of his love.

" Damn it!" exclaimed Psyche in disgust. Then she shrugged, " Oh well,
I was thinking about killing him anyway." She pulled the dagger from
Joxer's body and unceremoniously pushed him to the ground.

Ares' head dropped back, " NOOOOOOOOOOO!" His heartbroken scream
resounded round the cave, spreading outwards as it echoed throughout
Olympus and Greece.

All around Olympus, Gods and Goddesses stopped in shock as they
recognised Ares' voice. In Greece, men and women cringed in fear and
children cried. Sheer and overwhelming pain penetrated every living
soul for one brief second.

In the cave, Psyche glared at her captive, " Are you trying to deafen
me?" she snapped. " I mean, please! It was only Joxer."

Ares snarled, his eyes red with rage, even as tears poured down his
face. He pulled hard at the chains round his wrists, almost laughing as
they began to stretch. Psyche's eyes widened in fear, and she quickly
grasped the dagger, ready to plunge it into his body.

There was an explosion and she backed away fearfully as three globes of
light suddenly appeared, hovering over Ares' body, connected to him by
thin strands of silvery light. He felt like his energy had been sucked
out of him.

" Subject?" a voice boomed, echoing around the cave. Ares stared, his
head dropping back in shock.

" Psyche," another voice answered.

" Mind?" the first voice asked.

" Madness and hatred," said the second voice.

" Soul?"

" Irredeemable," said a third.

" Judgement?" asked the second and third voices together.

" She shall suffer Ares' wrath," pronounced the first.

The chains fell away and Ares leapt to his feet with a roar. Psyche
turned and started to run. Ares smiled viciously and transported
himself into her path. In desperation, she lunged at him with the
dagger, only to find she no longer had it.

" Oh dear," Ares sneered, and his arm snaked out, lightning fast, to
grasp her throat. " Time to die," he whispered.

" No, please," she whimpered. His grip tightened and he lifted her
bodily from the ground. He carried her over to the table and snapped
his fingers. The chains coiled around her, holding her tightly. She
struggled helplessly. Ares snapped his fingers again, and a dagger
appeared in his hand. He ripped off her dress and leaned over her.

" Feel free to scream."

And she did, endlessly, as he carved Joxer's name into every inch of
her body. When there was no flesh left to mark, he stepped back and
watched, unblinkingly, unmercifully as she bled to death. When her torn
eyes finally closed for the last time, he dropped the dagger. All his
strength and anger had gone, leaving only pain and despair. He turned
round, resting one hand on the table as the contents of his stomach
emptied themselves, in painful, throat-burning retches.

He stared up at the globes for a moment, then wiped the blood from his
chest and walked unsteadily over to Joxer's body. He dropped to his
knees, gathering his lover into his arms. He buried his head in Joxer's
neck and howled, giving into terrible, heart-rending sobs.

" Subject?" came the strange voice again.

" Joxer," the second replied. Ares looked up at the globes of light in
shock.

" Mind?"

" Love and peace," answered the second voice again.

" Soul?"

" Pure and noble," the third replied.

" Judgement?" asked the second and third voices.

" Life and immortality. Live… Father," the first voice whispered. The
globes penetrated Ares' body, knocking the air out of him. He stared
down at his stomach uncomprehendingly, until Joxer coughed and
struggled in his arms.

" Joxer?" Ares whispered in awe.

" Ares?" Joxer groaned, " What happened?"

Ares couldn't speak, he tightened his grip on Joxer and buried his face
in his neck again, laughing and crying. Joxer blinked in confusion and
held his hysterical lover close, rocking him gently, as Ares clutched
at him. He looked round the cave, shuddering when he saw Psyche's
bloody remains. Or what he assumed was Psyche anyway, the body was
unrecognisable.

" Ares? Oh Gods, you're bleeding!" Joxer suddenly realised that he was
covered with the blood from the large gashes on Ares' chest. Gashes
that weren't healing like they should.

" I'm fine," Ares whispered, even though he knew he wasn't. He refused
to let go of Joxer.

Several flashes lit up the cave, and Ares leapt to his feet, pulling
Joxer with him and standing in front of him protectively. He relaxed
when he saw the concerned faces of his loved ones.

" Dad! What happened?" Cupid rushed forward, then stopped suddenly when
he saw the body. He walked slowly over to the table and stared down at
his ex-wife. He stumbled backwards and Strife stepped forward to catch
him before he fell.

" Cupe? What is it?" Strife asked in concern.

" Psyche," Cupid whispered, gesturing at the body. Strife looked at the
table and blanched. He pulled Cupid away.

" Son?" Hera approached Ares cautiously, he was still on his guard. "
What happened?"

Ares stared at his mother for a moment, then he dropped to his knees.

" Ares?!" Joxer knelt down and caught his lover as he collapsed. He
stared up at Hera fearfully. " Help me," he pleaded.


Hera waved her arm, and transported them all back to her temple. She
flashed herself, Joxer and Ares into her bedroom, putting the
unconscious Ares in her bed.

" Asclepius!" she yelled. Asclepius flashed into the room. He took one
look at Ares and yelled for his father, before hurrying over to the
bed, waving his hand to produce bandages as he tried to staunch the
bleeding.

" What?!" snapped Apollo, as he appeared.

" Help your brother, now!" Hera shouted angrily.

Apollo looked over at the bed and blanched. " Gods! What happened?" He
hurried to join his son.

" Joxer?" Hera spoke quietly. Joxer swung round, wild eyed. " What
happened?"

" Psyche. Hind's blood dagger. She tried to kill him." His face
crumpled. Hera caught him before he hit the ground and held him close,
gently stroking his hair as he cried.

" Shit," muttered Apollo. " This isn't good, he's lost a lot of blood.
Asclepius, more pressure, we've got to stop the bleeding." He turned to
his mother, " I need quiet, please."

Hera nodded and gently pulled Joxer out of the room.

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Hera sat and watched her children and grandchildren. Joxer was lying in
her lap, having finally cried himself into a fitful sleep. Cupid and
Strife, clung to each other, crying silently, while at the same time,
trying to comfort a confused and very upset Bliss. Aphrodite and Eris,
for once united in grief, held each other, while a concerned Hephaestus
hovered anxiously.

Finally, a tired and bloody Apollo appeared. Hera looked up a her son,
questioningly. He nodded and smiled reassuringly.

" He's stable. He's still unconscious, the dagger hurt him as badly as
a mortal. We gave him a transfusion of blood and ambrosia. He will
heal, but he'll always have scars."

" The babies?"

Apollo looked shocked, " You knew?" She nodded. " They're absolutely
fine, they seem untouched by it all. I can't explain it."

She sighed in relief, " Can we see him?"

" Only one of you, I don't want him disturbed."

Hera shook Joxer gently. He started and sat up. " What is it, is he
okay? The babies?"

" They're all okay, Joxer," she reassured him. " Do you want to see
him?" Joxer nodded wordlessly. She pushed him over to Apollo, who
transported him to the bedroom. Apollo gently guided him over to a
chair beside the bed and sat him down. He nodded at his son, and they
disappeared, leaving Joxer alone with his lover.

Joxer took Ares' hand and stared in horror at the mass of bandages that
bound his chest. Tears trickled down his face again, and he dropped his
head onto Ares' shoulder, shuddering. His life had come so close to
shattering, the one thing he'd never thought could happen, nearly had.

Losing Ares was something he couldn't bear to contemplate. He got up
and crawled onto the bed, curling up into a ball, resting his head next
to Ares'.

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Joxer woke with a start, quickly looking up to reassure himself that
Ares was okay. Deep, brown eyes stared back at him and he smiled,
breath hitching in relief.

" Ares," he whispered.

Ares smiled weakly, " Hi," he whispered back.

Joxer choked, " Hi? If you hadn't nearly died, I'd hit you."

Ares frowned, " Why?"

Joxer swallowed hard, " I nearly lost you, all of you." Ares reached
out to grasp his hand, grimacing with pain.

" I did lose you," he whispered hoarsely.

" What?"

" You died, saving me," Ares coughed harshly. " You ever do something
like that again, I'll kill you myself," he whispered vehemently.

Joxer's brow wrinkled and his lip began to tremble, " But she was going
to kill you."

Ares sighed, " And she did kill you." He lifted his head, " Jox, do you
have any idea how close I came to losing it?"

Joxer looked away, and swallowed. Then he looked back at Ares, face set
in determined lines, " I'm sorry Ares, but I'd do it again, I love you
too much not to."

Ares closed his eyes and his head dropped back.

" Ares?" Joxer whispered.

Ares opened his eyes, " What, love?"

Joxer smiled weakly at the endearment. " If I died, why am I here?"

Ares squeezed his hand, " The children brought you back." His eyes slid
closed and his grip loosened.

" I don't understand. Ares? Ares?!" Joxer panicked momentarily, then
sighed in relief when he realised Ares was alive, if unconscious. He
lay back on the bed, clutching Ares' hand to his chest.

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Apollo flashed into the room to check on his patient. He glanced at
Joxer, " Has he come round yet?"

Joxer nodded, " Briefly."

" Good, he's strong," Apollo smiled ruefully, as he remembered being on
the losing end of all his physical fights with his brother. " Very
strong!" Joxer smiled slightly. " And how are you?"

" Me? I. I don't know. Apollo?" Joxer's voice was hesitant.

" Yes."

" Ares, he said I died, but, well," he stopped.

Apollo frowned and tilted his head in concentration, " Well you're
100%, oh."

" What?"

" Just a sec. Mother?" Apollo called.

Hera flashed into the room, " What? What is it? Is he okay?" she
glanced at her dark son anxiously.

" Yes, he's fine. It's about Joxer." Hera frowned. " Didn't Father
declare that he couldn't be made immortal?" Hera nodded. " Then how
come he is?"

" What?!" Hera and Joxer exclaimed simultaneously. Hera stared at Joxer
for a moment, then raised her eyebrows. " Well, that was unexpected.
Damn, I wish I knew what happened in that cave!"

" Why don't I tell you?"

" Ares!" Joxer looked down at his lover, who smiled at him.

" How're you doing, love?" Ares asked him. Apollo gaped in surprise at
the endearment.

" Better now," Joxer whispered, bringing his hand to his mouth, kissing
it softly.

" Ares?" asked Apollo. " How could Joxer die, and now be immortal?"

" Idiot-boy here," Ares smiled fondly at Joxer, " Decided to get in the
way, when Psyche tried to kill me. She would have killed me anyway, but
the triplets stopped her.

" As in your month old, unborn children, " Apollo snorted, " Right!"

Ares stared at him for a moment, then nodded, too tired to have a go at
his brother.

" But how?"

Ares shrugged, " I don't know. All I know is they suddenly manifested
and started talking about Psyche. Then I was free. " His face changed
suddenly, darkening with anger, " I killed her," he stopped,
overwhelmed by the remembered pain of Joxer's death. " Then they
started talking about Joxer, and he, he came back to me." He looked
away, unwilling to let his brother see the tears in his eyes.

" Did you see them?" Joxer whispered longingly.

Ares shook his head, " Not exactly. Do you remember when you felt
them?" he asked gently. Joxer nodded, " It was a little like that."

Joxer smiled happily, " I wish I could have seen it."

" You were dead, remember."

Joxer frowned, " You're never going to let that go, are you?" he asked,
almost snapping at Ares. Apollo watched in shock and Hera in fond
amusement, as Ares just shook his head and pulled Joxer closer,
grunting slightly with pain. Joxer carefully laid his head on Ares'
shoulder and snuggled up next to him.

" What I don't understand, is how Psyche managed it all," said Hera,
frowning slightly.

" It was supposed to be the last test. But Zeus gave her the dagger, so
she could just kill me," Ares explained quietly.

" But why Psyche?"

" He promised to restore her Godhood, but that wasn't all. She wanted
revenge on Cupid. She was going to kill everyone he cares about," his
voice dropped to a whisper, " even Bliss."

" Her own child?" Hera gasped in horror.

" Zeus came very close to stopping the prophecy. If he finds out I'm
pregnant with triplets, and makes the connection, we are in serious
trouble." Ares turned to his brother, " Apollo, you haven't told anyone
have you?"


" I, uh, I," Apollo stuttered.

Ares closed his eyes with a sigh, " Who'd you tell?"

" Only Art," he frowned. " What prophecy?"

Ares eyes snapped open, " Oh, you know. Just the end of Zeus' fucking
reign!" Ares' voice rose in anger, then he grimaced and clutched his
chest, his eyes squeezing shut.

" Calm down, love. He didn't know, " Joxer whispered. " Don't hurt
yourself." Ares cracked open one eye and stared balefully at his lover.
Joxer stared right back defiantly.

Finally Ares sighed. " Find Artemis, and Asclepius, and make sure they
don't tell anyone, 'Pol, okay?"

" Okay, okay. I still don't know how this affects Zeus though," Apollo
muttered. Then he vanished.

Ares looked up at his mother, " I guess he knows we passed the test. If
you can call it that!"

Hera nodded, " He's furious, of course, but he doesn't know you're
here, or how badly you were hurt."

Ares frowned, " Okay, we'll just have to hope the news doesn't spread.
Can we stay here?"

" Of course, you'll be safest here," Hera replied.

" Mother?"

" Yes."

" I still want to marry Joxer," Ares whispered. He smiled when Joxer
squeezed his hand.

" I know, son. And you will," Hera smiled. " Now, there are a lot of
people outside who want to see you, are you up to it?"

Ares nodded. " Jox, help me sit up." Gently Joxer slipped an arm under
his back and helped him shift up, putting an extra pillow behind him to
support him. Then Joxer sat cross-legged on the bed beside him. The
doors opened and his loved ones poured in. There was an awkward silence
as they all took in the sight of the damaged War God.

" What are you still doing in bed, you lazy bum? You look fine!"

" Eris!" Aphrodite's indignant cry, was interrupted by a snort of
laughter from their brother.

" I could still kick your butt, Discord," Ares chuckled.

" Ha!" Eris grinned at her twin, " I'd like to see you try."

" Want Gwandpa!" Bliss struggled in his father's arms. Cupid smiled at
his father and carried the Godling over. He sat on the edge of the bed.

" How're you feeling, Dad?" he asked, depositing Bliss gently in Ares'
lap.

" I'm okay," Ares stroked Bliss' hair. " Oh careful, sweetie." He
stopped Bliss from launching himself into his arms. " Grandpa's a bit
hurt, okay?" Bliss nodded and sat back down in his lap.

" Ya had us worried, Unc," said Strife, walking up behind Cupid and
placing a hand on his shoulder.

Ares smiled at him, " You, worry?" Strife laughed. Ares sobered
suddenly and frowned. " Cupid, I'm sorry about Psy…" then he stopped
and looked at Bliss.

" It's okay, Dad," Cupid managed to smile. " Judging by the extent of
the damage, she musta done something pretty bad."

Ares looked at Joxer. " Yeah," he whispered. His two siblings, son and
nephew looked from one to the other curiously.

" Joxie?" Aphrodite said suddenly. Joxer tore his eyes away from Ares
and looked at her. " Are you? How are you?" She frowned at him, " How?"

" You want to try making sense, Aph?" snapped Eris impatiently.

Aphrodite glared at her, " Well, look at him, see for yourself!" she
snapped back.

" What? Oh!"

" Quite," said Aphrodite tartly. " Why is Joxer immortal?"

" Mother can explain," Ares whispered, his eyes sliding shut.

" Oh, I think that's our cue," said Cupid. He picked up Bliss and held
him out towards Ares. " Kiss Grandpa." Bliss kissed Ares noisily. Ares
smiled, but didn't open his eyes. " See you later, Dad," Cupid said
quietly. Strife wrapped an arm round him, and they followed Aphrodite,
Eris and Hera out of the room.

Joxer sighed. Ares opened one eye, " Are they gone?"

" Ares!"

" Joxer!" Ares mimicked him with a wicked grin. Joxer rolled his eyes
and shook his head. Then he grinned back. " C'mere," Ares whispered.
Joxer carefully straddled Ares' lap. He rested his hands on the wall
either side of Ares' head and leaned forward, carefully keeping his
upper body away from Ares' chest.

" That was mean, they're worried about you," he whispered.

" I know, but I want some time with you, before I really am too tired."
Ares rested his hands on Joxer's hips and pulled him closer.

Joxer's eyes widened, " You really are feeling better, aren't you?"

Ares smiled and nodded. Joxer closed the distance between them and
softly tasted his lips.

" Joxer," Ares breathed into his mouth. Joxer slipped his tongue
between Ares' lips, searching for its mate. They licked and sucked at
each other's mouths almost desperately, each of them needing to
reaffirm that the other was still alive.

Ares whimpered when Joxer pulled back. Joxer smiled and touched his
cheek, before getting up and pulling back the covers. He crawled
between Ares' legs and lay down. Reaching up, he ran his finger up the
length of Ares' erection, pausing to collect a drop of liquid that had
leaked from the tip. He brought his finger to his lips and tasted his
lover's juices, smiling at the quiet groan from Ares.

He leant forward and traced the same path with his tongue, dipping
briefly into the slit at the tip, to again taste his lover. He pulled
back and blew lightly, smiling again at the whimper of need. Then he
bent down and sucked the head of Ares' shaft into his mouth. He teased
a little, just holding Ares in his mouth, gently lapping the ridge on
the underside.

" Jox, please," Ares whispered, reaching out to grasp his hair, urging
him down. Joxer moaned quietly, then he tightened his lips and slid the
rest of Ares' length into his mouth and down his throat, swallowing
hard.

" Gods, Joxer, oh!" Ares breathed. Joxer raised his head slowly, tongue
swirling round until only the tip remained in his mouth. He sucked
lightly, then he swallowed Ares' shaft again. Ares watched breathlessly
as his cock appeared and disappeared with the motion of Joxer's head.
He dropped his head back on the pillow and closed his eyes,
concentrating on the feel of Joxer's warm, wet mouth surrounding him.

His injuries limited his movements, but still he couldn't help
thrusting his hips up. Joxer's pace increased and he spanned Ares' full
length with each suck. Ares groaned, clutching Joxer's hair, urging him
on.

" Jox, oh, Jox, I'm nearly there," he gasped. Joxer leaned down until
his nose was buried in Ares' groin, and his cock reached down his
throat. Then he swallowed hard, throat muscles rippling around Ares'
length. Ares stiffened and thrust up once, groaning, mostly with
pleasure, but partly with pain as the force of his climax pulled at his
wounds.

Joxer swallowed quietly and then licked him clean gently. He checked
the bandages carefully and then straddled Ares' lap again, dipping his
head for a gentle kiss.

" I love you," Ares whispered, " Don't ever leave me again."

" I won't," Joxer whispered back, " I love you too."

Demeter snuck away quietly, from where she’d been eavesdropping Artemis and Athena’s conversation. She couldn’t quite believe what she’d heard. War was pregnant! It was bad enough that that hideous God of Mischief had made poor Cupid pregnant. But that reprobate, Ares, bearing his own offspring? That was a crime against nature and had to be stopped.

She went straight to Zeus, “ I demand that something is done!” she yelled.

Zeus frowned at her. “ Firstly, Demeter, you don’t demand anything of me. You ask, I consider. Secondly, what in Tartarus are you talking about?!” Demeter paled slightly at his tone, but pressed on, knowing that Ares was not favoured by his father.

“ This, this outrage. The presumption of War to,” she stopped when she saw Zeus’ face blacken in anger at the mention of his son.

“ Just because he passed the trial, doesn’t mean I’ll allow him to marry that insignificant mortal,” Zeus sneered.

Demeter snorted,” I don’t care about that.”

“ Well then, what are you talking about?” he thundered.

“ I want him stopped from having children!” she declared.

Zeus went very pale, “ What?” he whispered.

“ Ares is pregnant,” she said tartly. “ With triplets, apparently.”

Zeus stared at her blankly. “ Triplets?” He got up and started to pace, “ Triplets. ‘When Peace, Redemption and Justice come again’,” he muttered.

“ What?” Demeter asked in confusion.

Zeus stopped pacing and stared at her, “ You’re right Demeter. This must be stopped!” Demeter looked smug. “ And I shall need your help.” Demeter looked less smug.


Apollo flashed into the room and promptly turned away at the sight of two very naked, very aroused lovers tangled up in each other.

“ Don’t you knock?” Ares growled. Apollo heard choked laughter and a light slapping sound. “ You can turn round now.”

Apollo turned round cautiously then he frowned at his brother, who was snuggled up with Joxer under the bedclothes. “ It’s a bit early for that isn’t it?”

“ Come later next time.”

“ No I meant, oh never mind. Look I spoke to Art and she only told Athena. I managed to make her promise not to tell anyone.”

Ares frowned, “ How’d you manage that?”

Apollo smirked,” I told her you’d have Sparta march on Athens.”

Ares laughed, “ Good one. Now that would be fun!” Apollo couldn’t help grinning. “ So now what?”

“ Now what, what?” asked Apollo.

“ When can I get up?”

“ Hmm, better let me check your stitches. You’re obviously feeling better though!” Apollo walked over to the bed. Joxer shifted out of the way. Apollo pulled the sheets down to Ares’ waist and waved his hand to remove the bandages.

He stared until Ares cleared his throat. “ Oh, right, yes, um, well. How the fuck did you do that?”

Ares frowned, “ What?” Apollo gestured at his chest. Ares looked down and Joxer moved round so he could see. Ares’ chest was fully healed, only silver lines of what looked like years old scars remained. Ares exchanged a long look with Joxer.

*What do you think?*

Joxer shrugged *I’d guess it’s something to do with the kids. They must be very strong*

Ares nodded *I think it must be*

“ Excuse me!” Apollo snapped, slightly annoyed by the silent exchange.

Ares glared at him, “ You’re the healer, you explain!”

“ You’re not going to tell me are you?”

Ares smirked and shook his head, “ I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

Apollo sighed, “ Fine, anyway, as long as you feel okay, I can’t see any reason for you to stay in bed. Well, other than the obvious of course,” he smirked. Ares stared at him long enough that he decided to just leave, before he got into real trouble.

Ares glanced at Joxer and raised an eyebrow, “ Shall we take his advice and continue where we left off?”

Joxer grinned, “ Can we go home though? I  feel kinda weird doing it in your mother’s bed if you’re well.”

Ares thought about it and decided he agreed. He nodded, “ I’ll just let her know.”

*Mother? Apollo says I can get up now, so we’re going home. Thanks*

*Oh, okay, what’s the hurry?* The only answer she got was a lewd chuckle. She smiled in fond amusement.

Ares transported them both straight into their bed and managed not to throw up. He pounced on his lover. Joxer laughed and wrapped his arms and legs round him. Ares kissed him hard, possessing his mouth urgently. Joxer responded enthusiastically, plunging his tongue deep into Ares’ mouth.

Ares sucked briefly, then pulled back to stare at Joxer. He stroked his face gently. “ Gods I need you,” he gasped.

Joxer nodded, “ Now, Ares, need you too.” Ares slipped his hand down to Joxer’s ass and ran his fingers down the crease. With a thought he lubricated them and slowly slid one inside the tight hole. Joxer moaned quietly.

“ More,” he whispered. Ares slid in another finger, pushing in deeply, searching out Joxer’s sweet spot. Joxer’s back arched when he found it, mouth opening in a silent cry. Ares scissored his fingers, stretching Joxer carefully.

“ Please now, please now,” Joxer panted. Ares shifted and lined himself up with Joxer’s opening. He pushed inside in one stroke, groaning at the tight heat that surrounded his aching cock. He dropped his head onto Joxer’s shoulder, gently sucking the soft skin as he started to move.

Slow, shallow thrusts quickly changed to hard, fast pounding, as Joxer urged him on with cries and muttered endearments. Ares lifted up slightly, so he could reach between them to grasp Joxer’s erection, stroking rhythmically.

“ Yes, my God, yes, I love you, oh!” Joxer screamed as he came, his body shuddering with his release. Ares bit down on Joxer’s shoulder over his mark, as strong muscles squeezed round his cock, forcing his release, as his hot seed shot deep inside his lover.

Ares raised his head to check Joxer’s shoulder and healed the broken skin with a soothing lick.

“ I love you,” he whispered, kissing Joxer’s cheek. He rolled them over and buried his face in Joxer’s neck.

“ Do we have to?”

“ Don’t whine Ares, it’s really unattractive,” Joxer smothered a grin at Ares’ pout. “ We promised we’d let them know.”

“ Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Ares muttered.

Joxer raised an eyebrow, “ I’ll just go by myself then, shall I?” Ares crossed the room in two steps and dragged Joxer into his arms, “ No,” he whispered.

“ Good, cause I don’t want to go on my own.” He pulled back and forced Ares to meet his gaze. “ I’d be okay though, on my own. You know that don’t you?” Ares stared at him unblinkingly, before finally nodding. “ Zeus might have refused to reconsider our marriage, but he can’t separate us now. And I don’t think he’ll risk anything else without an excuse, do you?”

“ I don’t know, I don’t trust him. He accepted the outcome of the trial too meekly for my reckoning, even if he is still forbidding the marriage.” He had Eris and Strife secretly watching his father just in case.

“ You’re just suspicious minded.” Joxer finished getting dressed. He wore soft, tight, black leather pants, and a loose, silk shirt in deep blue. Ares stared at him with a slightly glazed expression. He put his arms round Joxer and kissed his neck.

“ Are you sure you want to go?” His hands started to slide down Joxer’s chest.

Joxer grinned, “ Come on, you’ve put it off long enough, and they’re all together for once.”

Ares sighed, “ Right, okay.” He tightened his grip around Joxer’s slim form, “ Ready?” Joxer nodded. Ares transported them to a small camp in a forest clearing. He had turned away from Joxer and started throwing up, before Xena had even leapt to her feet.

“ ‘Res?” Ares held up one hand. After a couple more seconds, he straightened and wiped his mouth.

“ Okay, well, that was fun,” he groaned. Joxer stroked his back soothingly.

“ Joxer?” He turned round and smiled at his four friends.

“ Hi!” he exclaimed.

“ Hi?” Gabrielle stepped forward and swatted him across the chest. “ Where have you been? We were worried sick!”

Joxer just grinned, “ Missed you too, Gabby.” He hugged her. She sighed and hugged back, before stepping away so the other three could hug him. Ares stood behind him, arms crossed over his chest.

“ Ares,” Xena greeted her father. “ You’re looking, well, not pregnant.”

Ares snorted, “ I’m only two months along!” Then he grinned, “ You should see Cupid though!”

“ Ares, it’s not funny. Just remember you’ve got three!” Joxer reproached him. Ares paled. “ Um, can we sit down?” Joxer recognised the look on his lover’s face.

“ Sure,” said Xena. They moved aside so Joxer could gently push Ares over to the fire.

“ So,” started Gabrielle, “ I’m guessing you passed the trial. Hey! You better not have gotten married without us!”

Joxer managed to grin and look sad at the same time. “ We got through it, with a little help,” he glanced at Ares, who’d closed his eyes. “ Zeus still won’t let us get married. But he doesn’t know about the babies or my immortality. We think we’re fairly safe for now.”

“ So, what happened?” Gabrielle looked fascinated, “ How are you immortal? Who helped you?”

“ Ares?”

“ You tell it, I’m bored with it now.” Ares tried to sound bored, but they all picked up on the shaky undertones. Joxer knew that the memory of his death was still very hard on Ares, and he took his hand to kiss it, before telling his friends what had happened.

“ I remember that,” Xena said with a small shudder, when Joxer told them about his death. “ The pain.” She stared at her father, who met her eyes briefly, but long enough for her to really see the depth of his feelings for Joxer. The others nodded, all of them looking at Ares in a new light.

“ Carry on, Jox,” said Ares hoarsely, uncomfortable with the attention. Joxer finished the story quietly.

“ That’s what all this is about?” asked Hercules. “ Father’s worried about losing his throne?” He frowned, “ They won’t hurt him, will they?”

“ The children?” Joxer asked. Hercules nodded. Joxer shrugged, “ I don’t know. It depends on how they judge him and Syné’s verdict.”

“Syné?” Xena raised an eyebrow questioningly.

Joxer smiled softly. Ares and he had talked all night many times about the children, and in the end, they had decided to name them. “Your sister, Dikaiosyné, Goddess of Justice.”

Xena bit her lip, “ And the other two, are they?”

“ Eirenic, God of Peace and Apolutrosis, God of Redemption, your brothers.”

Xena glanced at her father who was staring at her warily. “ Ares? Can I? I mean…” Ares nodded. She moved round the fire to kneel in front of him. He undid his leather vest and opened it.

“ Oh Gods,” she exclaimed at the scarring on his chest, “ I didn’t realise it was that bad!”

He smiled and took her hand, pressed it to his belly. He let her feel the triplets.

“ Oh,” she breathed, “ They’re so beautiful.” On impulse, she hugged him. Ares couldn’t quite hide a smile.

Gabrielle shook her head, “ Justice I can see, but War giving birth to Peace and Redemption?”

Ares shrugged, “ It’s probably Joxer’s side.”

“ You fathered Love don’t forget,” said Iolaus.

Ares smiled, “ Dite’s side.”

“ Yeah, but there’s plenty of you in him.”

Ares blinked in surprise, “ Thank you, I think.” Iolaus grinned at him.

“ What I don’t understand is how they’re gods, let alone so powerful, with one mortal parent,” commented Xena.

Joxer looked thoughtful, “ I know, we can’t work that out either.” Ares wrapped an arm round his shoulders and he leaned back against him.

“ I don’t know though,” said Gabrielle thoughtfully, “ I mean it’s like the prophecy says, they’re conceived of War in true love, that’s a pretty powerful combination.” Ares stared at her in surprise. “ What?” she asked defensively, “ I do actually have a brain, you know!”

Ares had to bite his cheeks to keep from laughing out loud. Joxer couldn’t help grinning as Ares’ laughter echoed inside his head. He cleared his throat and asked Xena and the others what they’d been up to.

Ares indulged himself in feeling Joxer up, while his lover tried to chat to his friends. Eventually he achieved his goal. Joxer squirmed more and more against him, trying to ignore him. When Ares eased his hand down the back of his pants and stroked across his asshole, Joxer leapt to his feet, blushing furiously at his friends’ smirks.

He cleared his throat , “ Um, we’ve got to go now.” His voice seemed unnaturally high. He pushed Ares in front of him. “ You are in so much trouble,” he hissed.

“ Good,” Ares chuckled.

The four left by the fire, exchanged glances and as soon as the couple had disappeared, they burst out laughing.

“ Fuck off!”

Strife flinched and stopped laughing. “ Baby, I’m sorry.” He reached out to Cupid, who pulled away.

“ No! Leave me, the fuck, alone. It wasn’t funny!” Cupid turned away, tears springing to his eyes.

“ Cupe, I really am sorry.” Strife pulled Cupid into his arms, ignoring the struggle. Finally Cupid gave in. He dropped his head onto Strife’s shoulder and cried.

“ I’m fat, I’m tired and now I can’t laugh without wetting myself,” he sobbed.

“ Baby, ya’re not fat. Ya’re beautiful and very pregnant. I’m sorry I laughed, but I really wasn’t expecting it.” Strife hugged his husband reassuringly.

“ You still love me?” Cupid grimaced at the needy tone in his voice.

“ Always baby, ya know that.” Cupid nodded and sniffed, wiping his face on Strife’s shoulder. “ Except when ya do that.”

Cupid laughed, then stopped. “ Oh shit,” he groaned. “ Please don’t make me laugh.”

“ Sorry,” Strife whispered, not even close to laughing. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was hurting his Cupid.

“ I don’t know how mortals do it,” Cupid said quietly, “ At least I can clean myself up instantly.” Strife nodded, stroking Cupid’s wings gently. Cupid shivered under the soft touch and squirmed deeper into Strife’s embrace.

“ So,” started Strife, getting back to their original conversation, “ How’d they take it?” Cupid sighed, he’d been avoiding personal appearances for as long as possible, but he’d at last faced his high priests and priestesses.

“ They were overwhelmed, but they accepted it.” Strife smiled and hugged him, but Cupid tensed. “ Until I told them you were the father.”

Strife took a deep breath, “ What happened?”

Cupid pulled back and ran his hand through Strife’s hair, sighing. “ Mostly they were fine, once they’d gotten over the shock and realised how much I love you, but,” his voice broke, “ a couple of them left me.”

Strife pulled him back into his arms, “ Fuckers,” he whispered, “ I’ll kick their asses!” He didn’t care about anyone’s opinion of him, but to hurt his husband? They’d pay.

“ No, baby,” Cupid shook his head, Strife frowned. “ I’ll deal with them when I’m ready.”

“ We’ll see,” Strife muttered. Cupid pulled back again and stared at Strife, realising that he wouldn’t be able to dissuade him.

He sighed and stroked Strife’s cheek, “ Don’t hurt them too badly.”

Strife smiled coldly, “ We’ll see,” he repeated. Cupid grinned suddenly. “ What?” Strife asked, with a frown of confusion. Cupid leaned forward and licked his ear.

“ You look really sexy when you get all protective,” he purred. Strife groaned, he clutched Cupid’s face between his hands and kissed him hungrily. Cupid walked him backwards to a chair and pushed him down, dropping carefully to his knees.

“ No, baby, you don’t…”

“ Shh,” Cupid whispered, interrupting him, “ I want to.” He hadn’t been able to suck Strife for a while without feeling sick. Then even once he’d felt better, Strife wouldn’t let him do it, and he’d missed it.

He untied the fastenings to Strife’s pants and hitched them down, before burying his face in his groin. He inhaled deeply and gripped Strife’s thighs, pushing them further apart. Flicking his tongue from side to side, he licked his way slowly up Strife’s erection.

Strife groaned, “ Gods, baby, missed this.” Cupid grinned, before swallowing him whole. “ Shit!” Strife gasped. Cupid’s strong grip prevented him from thrusting upwards. Cupid’s tongue didn’t stop moving, as his head bobbed up and down, and it was driving Strife mad.

“ Please, more,” he whimpered. Cupid took a firmer grip with his lips and began to move faster, inching his way further down Strife’s cock with each suck, until it hit the back of his throat.

Strife clutched his hair and moaned. Cupid let go of his hips and swallowed, just as Strife slammed up into his mouth. Strife came with a wail, seed jetting directly down Cupid’s throat. Cupid pulled back a little so he could taste his husband.

“ Love ya, love ya baby,” Strife whispered. Cupid let Strife slip out of his mouth and looked up. He smiled, he loved putting that soppy, glazed look on Strife’s face. Strife looked down and smiled happily. He pulled Cupid up and kissed him softly.

He placed his hand over the mark he’d made on Cupid’s shoulder. Cupid mirrored his gesture and shivered as their love flowed through them. They kissed deeper as he began to shudder. His hand clutched convulsively at Strife’s shoulder, as his climax hit him hard.

“ Oh Gods, Strife. That was,” Cupid gasped.

“ I know,” whispered Strife, “ I felt it.” They grinned at each other. Strife kissed Cupid again, then helped him to his feet. His head cocked suddenly and he grimaced.

“ Who was it?” Cupid asked.

“ Mom, it’s my turn ta watch Zeus,” Strife pouted.

“ Oh come on, it’s not like it’s hard work,” Cupid ruffled his hair.

“ Hey!” Strife muttered, flicking his hair back into place. “ Anyway ya try watching our grandfather bangin’ anythin’ with a pulse half tha time, and pissin’ about with his poor worshippahs the rest.”

“ Euw, that was a visual I didn’t need!” Cupid felt slightly sick.

*Get your fucking ass in gear, Strife!*

“ And fuck you too, Mom!” Strife muttered. “ I gotta go, baby.”

“ ‘kay,” Cupid kissed him one last time. Strife grinned at him and vanished. Cupid sighed. He wondered if he’d managed to make Strife forget about his errant priests. Probably not, but who cared, it was fun anyway. He didn’t realise how soppy and glazed his own expression was at that moment.

" You staying in bed?” Joxer nodded. Ares grinned, “ Lazy!”

“ Am not,” Joxer stretched luxuriously. “ I’m tired,” he smiled at Ares.

“ I’m not surprised,” Ares bent over the bed and kissed his neck, “ I’m going to have to get into trouble more often,” he whispered.

Joxer chuckled and turned his head for a proper kiss. “ See you later.” Ares nodded and vanished. Joxer spread himself over the bed, sighing happily, and went back to sleep.

Ares reappeared in the War Room, and snapped his fingers, heaving into the bowl that appeared. “ Gods, I hope that stops soon,” he groaned. He turned at a chuckle. “ Shut it, Strife,” he snapped.

Strife bit his lip and raised his hands pacifyingly.

“ Where’s your mother?”

“ She’s comin’”

Ares started to pace, “ Have you found anything?”

Strife shook his head, “ Nah, nothin’. He’s jus’ bein’ his usual asshole self.”

Ares sighed, “ I just don’t believe it.” There was a flash. “ Eris, I see you’ve decided to make an appearance!”

“ Bite me!” Eris snapped.

Ares smirked at her, “ I’m sure Autolycus would be happy to.”

Eris glared at her brother, “ You want me to report, or kick your ass?!”

Ares’ face darkened, “ Don’t piss me off,” he hissed, “ I’m not in the mood for your attitude.”

“ Mom,” said Strife quietly, when Eris continued to glare at her brother. She turned her glare on him. “ Please.”

Eris’ mouth opened, then she looked away from his soft, pleading stare. “ Nothing to report, except he’s a horny old bastard!” she said quietly.

“ Damn it!” Ares slammed his fist through the table in frustration. “ I refuse to believe he’s not up to something.”

“ Well, if he is, it’s already in motion, or he’s bidin’ his time,” commented Strife.

“ Keep watching him,” ordered Ares. Strife nodded seriously. Eris made a face, but at a look from Strife, she sighed and nodded. She wasn’t sure when or how their relationship had changed, but the fact that her son hadn’t given up on her after all, filled her with heart-clenching joy. She disappeared before it showed on her face.


Demeter crept through the Halls of War, heading for what she guessed was the bedroom. Quietly, she opened the door and peered inside. She stared in surprise at the décor. Unlike the rest of the temple, which was black and silver, the bedroom was simple, decorated in white and pale blue, with pine furniture.

She shook her head, the mortal obviously had taste, it didn't occur to her that it might be Ares' choice. She headed for the bed, where her target lay fast asleep. Carefully, she touched the sleep draught to his lips to ensure he didn’t wake. Then she hoisted the slim form, still wrapped in sheets, over her shoulder with a grunt.

Carefully and quietly, she made her way back out of the temple. She waited until she was back in her own temple, before she transported herself and her captive to the special room, Zeus had prepared. She pushed him up against the wall, and locked the Hephaestian metal manacles into place round his wrists. She smirked at the unconscious form, then transported herself home.


Zeus smirked, when he felt Eris’ presence return. He’d known from the start Ares would have him watched, which was why he’d needed Demeter. By now Joxer would be locked up in his specially shielded room, which meant Ares wouldn’t be able to find him. Not even through the mark he’d given the insignificant mortal.

And, he was beyond suspicion having spent all morning with Hera. He couldn’t wait to get started on his plan, and soon he would. At least in the meantime, he could enjoy Ares’ fear and panic.


Ares flashed into the bedroom to see if Joxer was up yet. After throwing up rather painfully, he decided to walk the rest of the time he was home. He smiled at the state of the bed and waved a hand to tidy it. He made his way to the bathing room. If he was lucky, Joxer would be in the bath, and he could join him.

But the bathing room was empty too. Ares frowned, then smiled. Dining room! After last night’s exertions, Joxer would be starving. Quickly, he walked to the dining room, only to find that it too, was empty. He frowned and concentrated. Joxer was not in the Halls of War at all. Ares couldn’t understand it, Joxer wouldn’t go anywhere without telling him. He concentrated again, but could find no trace of his lover on Olympus.

Ares started pacing worriedly. Then a thought struck him, and he flashed down to Greece. He felt sick and swayed slightly, but had thrown up twice already that morning, so he wasn’t physically ill.

“ Ares!” Xena exclaimed, “ What are you doing here?”

“ Is Joxer with you?” Xena shook her head. Ares cursed long and loud, drawing the attention of the other three. They ran over.

“ What is it? What’s wrong?” Xena asked in concern. Ares held up his hand for silence and concentrated again. Then he dropped to his knees and buried his head in his hands.

“ Ares?” Hercules hesitantly touched his brother’s shoulder.

“ I can’t find him,” Ares whispered.

“ Joxer?” asked Gabrielle. Ares nodded. “ What do you mean, you can’t find him?”

Ares looked up, eyes shining, “ I left him in bed. When I went back, he wasn’t there. But he’s not anywhere, home, Olympus, Greece. I can’t feel him anywhere.” His voice broke on the last word and he leapt to his feet to turn away.

“ He, he’s not de…” Gabrielle started.

“ NO!” Ares shouted. “ No, I would have felt it. I would have felt it.”

“ As your chosen consort, you should be able to feel him, all the time,” said Xena, “ Unless it was being blocked somehow, is that possible?”

Ares straightened, “ Yes, I think it is.” The cold, brutal anger in his voice sent shivers through the four heroes. Ares disappeared without a word.


Zeus felt the explosion as well as heard it, as Ares appeared in his public hall.

“ ZEUS!” Ares roared, hefting a fireball at a large statue.

“ Stop!” Zeus commanded, appearing in front of his son. “ What is the meaning of this?”

“ Where is he?” Ares said quietly, menacingly.

Zeus frowned in feigned confusion, “ Where’s who?”

“ You know who,” Ares growled.

Zeus shook his head, “ While you might flatter yourself that I concern myself with your affairs, I really don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“ My. Consort. Is. Missing!” Ares bit out the words.

Zeus laughed, “ And you think I have something to do with it?” Ares nodded. Zeus pouted, “ I’m hurt,” he said sarcastically. “ More likely the idiot realised his stupidity and ran for it while he had the chance. Ah, ah, no Ares. Attack me again and I’ll strip you of your Godhood!”

Ares restrained himself with a huge effort, growling in frustration, anger and growing despair.

“ When did the mortal go missing?” Zeus asked nonchalantly.

“ This morning,” Ares said reluctantly.

“ There, you see. I was with your mother, all morning.” Zeus smiled smugly at the thunderstruck expression on his son’s face. “ Now. GET OUT!” he bellowed.

Ares flashed straight into his bathing room and knelt in front of the toilet he’d made for Joxer. He braced his hands on the bowl as he retched painfully. When it finally died down, he sat back on his heels and wiped the stinging tears from his eyes.

“ Can’t go through this again,” he whispered. His eyes closed for a moment. When they opened, they were dark with cold fury. He stood and ran to the War Room.

“ Discord, Mischief, here NOW!” Twin flashes signalled his sister and nephew’s arrival. They took one look at him and paled. “ Joxer’s gone. One of the others has him. I want him FOUND! You have my permission to do whatever you have to,” Ares roared. Eris couldn’t help the vicious smile that crossed her face. Free reign, this was the one thing all the Gods feared, and with good reason.

“ No need for that,” Apollo flashed into the room.

Ares glared at him, “ What do you mean?”

“ I know who took Joxer.” Apollo found himself lifted off his feet and slammed up against the wall.

“ What do you mean you know, you couldn’t share this before? Why didn’t you stop it?” Ares hissed in his ear.

“ Ares,” Apollo choked, “ Trying to help.”

Something flashed in Ares’ eyes and he dropped his brother. Apollo rubbed his throat and coughed harshly. “ Explain,” Ares’ voice was rough.

Apollo looked up, surprised. He thought he detected a hint of apology. “ I saw Demeter sneaking away from Art and ‘Thena when I spoke to them about your pregnancy. I thought it was a bit weird, so I decided to keep an eye on her, just in case. I saw her haul Joxer to her temple this morning.”

Apollo shivered at the deadly smile on Ares’ face. He was very glad he was not in Demeter’s shoes.

“ Eris, Strife,” Ares waved his hand for them to follow and flashed out of the room. Strife grinned at Apollo and vanished, following his mother. Apollo shook his head and then smiled suddenly, War owed him a favour!


Demeter was surprised in the middle of her meal by three flashes of light.

“ Get her,” gasped Ares, bending over. The amount of transporting he’d done that day was killing his stomach. Strife and Eris grabbed Demeter’s arms before she could do anything.

“ What is the meaning of this?” Demeter squealed, struggling against them. Ares straightened and faced her. The stone cold rage in his eyes made her flinch fearfully.

“ I think you’ll find, I’ll be asking the questions here, Demeter,” he said menacingly. Demeter licked her lips nervously. “ What did you do with my consort?”

Demeter paled, “ That bastard, he sold me out!”

Ares frowned, “ And that would be?”

“ Zeus,” she muttered.

Ares circled her like a predatory animal. “ Maybe you should share what you and dearest Father have been up to,” Ares’ voice was deadly quiet. Demeter flinched again. “ NOW!” Ares roared. A fireball began growing in his hand.

“ I found out about your pregnancy. It’s disgusting, it shouldn’t be allowed!” she said rather unwisely. The fireball hit her in the stomach and she flew across the room, slamming into the wall. Eris and Strife dragged her to her knees and pulled her forward again.

“ Continue,” Ares said hoarsely.

“ I went to Zeus and demanded he put a stop to it.” This time she managed to duck. The fireball hit a statue and it exploded.

“ Zeus agreed,” she continued hurriedly, “ but I don’t know why he told me to take Joxer.”

“ Zeus knows I’m pregnant?” She nodded. Ares glared at her, “ You stupid fool!” He strode over to her, “ See, see what you wanted to destroy!” he grabbed her hand and put it on his stomach. Her eyes widened. Ares gripped her hair, pulling her head back painfully.

“ Where is he?” he spat.

“ I don’t know,” she whispered. His eyes narrowed and he punched her in the face. Demeter gasped, tears springing to her eyes. “ I don’t know,” she whimpered. “ I don’t, once I’d taken Joxer there, the room was hidden from me.”

“ ARGH!” Ares screamed. He gripped her chin with his other hand and broke her neck with a vicious twist. Her head flopped forward. He closed his eyes. “ Hurt her,” he whispered. Then he vanished.

Demeter’s head lifted as her neck healed and she stared in horror at the twin expressions of anger and horrible glee, on Discord and Mischief’s faces.


Ares reappeared in Hera’s temple and he clutched a table, breathing in heavily. “ Mother!” he called, dropping to his knees. Hera flashed into the room.

“ Ares, what is it?” she touched his shoulder in concern.

“ Zeus knows, he’s taken Joxer,” Ares whispered.

“ How? Why?”

“ Demeter found out and told him. I don’t know why he’s taken Joxer.”

“ Can you find him?” she asked.

Ares shook his head, “ My link with him has been blocked.” He shuddered with repressed tears. Hera frowned thoughtfully.

“ The only way he could do that is to put Joxer between space and time,” she said. Ares looked up hopefully. “ We’ll need help to access it, but I think we can penetrate the shields for one person to get through.”

Ares nodded, “ I’ll go.”

“ Of course,” Hera pulled him to his feet. “ I’ll get everyone who might help. Heph, Dite, Eris, Cupid, Strife, Apollo, Asclepius, Deimos, Phobos, Artemis, here now!” she shouted. Several flashes lit the room.

“ What is it?” asked multiple people.

“ Eris, is that blood?” Hera asked with a frown. Eris grinned and nodded. “ Clean yourself up please.”

“ Well, if you’re going to interrupt a torture session,” Eris muttered cleaning herself with a wave of her hand.

“ Children,” said Hera quietly, “ I would like your help. We need to break into a shielded area, between time and space to rescue War’s consort from Zeus.” She raised her hand to stop any questions, “ I realise many of you will do this voluntarily. For the rest of you, if you do not wish to help I understand. If, however, you do, both myself and Ares will owe you a favour.”

Ares looked at his relatives for an answer. As one they stepped forward and nodded. Then he did something some of his family were used to, but the rest rarely saw; he smiled.

“ Form a circle around Ares and join hands,” Hera instructed them. “ Now, direct your power to me.” Hera jerked backwards at the initial burst of power but quickly got it under control.

She let the power build up inside her until she glowed with the force of it. When she reached her limit, she let it flow out towards Ares, concentrating on breaking space and time. Ares slammed backwards with the force of the power, but instead of flying across the room, he vanished.


Joxer tried hard to remain upright so the chains didn’t cut into his wrists. But the blood he’d lost was making it hard for him to stay conscious. He’d had one visit from Zeus after he’d awakened, chained and half-naked in a strange place.

Zeus had taken great delight in telling him how distraught Ares was, before whipping him to within an inch of his life. Joxer had lost count of the number of times he’d lost consciousness. Being immortal didn’t lessen the pain, or speed the healing.

Zeus had promised to return soon and start over with something new. His aim was to drive Joxer completely mad, affecting Ares and hence their children, through their bond.

Joxer heard a small explosion and there was a sudden blast of air and he tensed expecting Zeus. He felt a sudden rush of love and relaxed, sensing his beloved’s presence.

“ Ares,” he sighed.


Ares found himself in a small, stuffy, badly lit room. His eyes immediately found Joxer, and he sucked in a breath at the tattered, bloody remains of Joxer’s back and legs. He heard Joxer breathe his name and rushed forward to hold him up before he collapsed.

Careful not to touch his back, Ares slipped between Joxer and the wall and tipped his head up. His eyes were glazed with pain, but somehow he managed to smile at Ares.

“ Knew you’d find me,” he whispered.

Ares cupped his cheek and rested his forehead against Joxer’s. “ Always love. I’ll always find you,” he whispered. “ I’m sending you home.” Ares unclasped the manacles and Joxer flopped against him. “ I’ll come soon.”

“ No, Ares, please don’t stay here.” Ares pushed him back gently and lifted his hand. “ Please don’t,” Joxer sobbed, before he disappeared.

Ares closed his eyes for a second, trying to banish the image of Joxer’s heartbroken face. When his eyes opened they were cold again. He walked over to the table, where various instruments of torture were laid out. He picked up the whip, which was still coated in Joxer’s blood and he wiped it clean, rubbing the congealed, sticky mess onto his chest. He glanced over the table and picked up a long, thin blade. Then he leant on the table and waited.

When Joxer appeared in the circle, that hadn’t yet broken, Asclepius and Apollo immediately ran forward to tend him.

“ Gods, Joxie!” gasped Aphrodite. The rest stared in silence, even Fear and Terror were horrified by the extent of the damage inflicted by their grandfather.

“ Mother, can we use your room again?” Apollo asked. Hera nodded and Apollo, Asclepius and Joxer disappeared.

“ Where’s Ares?” whispered Eris.

Hera went pale, “ He’s waiting for Zeus. One of them will die.” Her head dropped to her chest and sighed shakily. There was nothing they could do, but wait.


“ Ready for some more fun, Joxer?” Zeus chuckled as he appeared in the room. He sucked in a breath of surprise and pain as he was stabbed through the heart. “ Ares,” he gasped.

“ Father,” Ares smiled viciously and snapped the manacles onto Zeus’ wrists before he could recover.

“ H-how?” Zeus stuttered in astonishment.

Ares stared at him, “ Never having known true love, I suppose you wouldn’t have realised that after losing Joxer once, there was nothing I wouldn’t do to find him again,” he laughed harshly. “ Even owe favours to Apollo!”

Zeus struggled hard against the chains. Ares laughed, “ If you didn’t have such a fondness for Hephaestian metal, you wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“ What are you going to do?” Zeus screamed angrily.

Ares raised an eyebrow, “ Now Father, do you really have to ask?” He walked up to Zeus and leaned forward, “ Just be glad the Hind’s blood dagger has disappeared. But then again, death would be too easy for you.”

“ Let me go!”

Ares snorted, “ Are you trying to be funny?” He pulled the dagger from Zeus’ chest with a jerk. He smirked at his father, then shoved it back into his stomach. Smiling with relish at Zeus’ screams, he twisted the blade slowly.

He wandered casually back to the table and perused its contents, as if he were shopping for a gift. Then he grinned and picked up a thin hollow tube, the end of which was razor sharp. He walked back over to his father, twirling it in his hands.

“ Much as I would love to stay and play longer, I have to be getting back to my consort.” In a lightning fast move, he pierced his father’s chest with the tube, pushing it in until it penetrated his heart. Then he stepped back and watched the blood jet out of the open end, with every pump of Zeus’ heart.

“ See ya,” Ares made to leave.

“ Wait,” Zeus gasped, “ You can’t leave me here like this.”

Ares frowned, “ Why not? It’s not like you’ll die.” A small smile played over his lips. “ You’ll just hurt forever.”

“ Someone will find me and free me. I do have loyal family.”

Ares burst out laughing, “ Sure you do.” Zeus looked confused. Ares stared at him. “ You really don’t know, do you? Your ego won’t let you admit that you’ve alienated everyone who loved you. Father, *I* loved you. I never understood why you turned on me, but I guess you just couldn’t get past the prophecy,” Ares looked away sadly. “ Power always was the one thing that meant anything to you.”

Without waiting for a response, Ares transported himself back to his mother’s temple. He ignored the nausea and looked around wildly. Hera was the only one there. “ Where’s Joxer,” he asked frantically.

“ It’s okay, son,” Hera grasped his shoulder and pulled him into a hug. “ Let Apollo and Asclepius look after him.” Ares nodded, his body shuddered against her and she rubbed his back soothingly. “ What happened?” she asked eventually.

“ He’s not dead if that’s what you’re worried about,” Ares muttered.

Hera pulled back, “ I’m just glad you’re not!” she whispered. Ares smiled at her and hugged her again. “ You left him there?”

Ares nodded, “ Chained up so he can’t escape.”

“ Okay, but, what if he does?”

“ If he does and he comes after me, or anyone I love, I’ll kill him,” Ares growled. “ Where are the others?”

“ I forced them to go home, there was nothing they could do.”

Ares nodded. Then he sighed “ I need to see him, Mother.”

“ I know, I’m sure it won’t be too much longer.” Hera sat him down and held his hand. After what seemed to Ares to be an eternity, Apollo finally appeared.

Ares leapt to his feet, “ How is he?”

“ He’ll be fine, he’s sleeping now, but you can see him if you want,” Apollo replied.

Ares nodded and walked to his mother’s bedroom. Quietly he opened the door and slipped inside. He leant against the door for the moment, breathing deeply, then he moved slowly over to the bed.

Joxer was lying face down, asleep, his back and legs had been bound and a single sheet covered him. Ares sat on the edge of the bed and reached out to stroke his cheek. He sat and stared at Joxer for a long time, before getting up and walking to the other side of the bed to lie next to him.

He propped himself up on one elbow and continued to stare at his lover, gently caressing his hair. “ Never losing you,” he whispered, “ Never.”

Two Months Later

“ I can’t believe you’re moaning about this again!” exclaimed Joxer.

“ It’s just, well look at me!”

Joxer looked at Ares, “ What?!” he snapped.

“ I’m huge, I don’t want them to see that.”

“ Ares! Number one, yes, you’re starting to show, but compared with Cupid, it’s nothing. Number two, since when do you care what anyone else thinks, anyway?” Joxer was starting to get irritated. “ Anyone would think you were getting cold feet,” he muttered. He glanced up at Ares, who was staring at him. “ Well, are you?”

Ares continued to stare at him, then he shook his head. “ No, I’m not, how can you even ask that?”

“ Because you’re being a jerk,” Joxer said, putting his hands on his hips.

“ Oh, I’m being a jerk? Jox, I’m the pregnant one, but I’m not the one who’s throwing fits every five minutes,” he sighed and his shoulders dropped. “ I know something’s bothering you, why won’t you talk to me?”

Joxer stared at him and his irritation diffused, replaced quickly by guilt. “ I’m sorry Ares, really.” He walked over to his lover and pulled him into his arms. “ I’m really nervous and worried about this, I’m sorry I took it out on you.”

Ares pulled back to look at him and cupped Joxer’s cheek. “ Is that all it is?” Joxer looked up into his eyes and nodded. “ Sure?” Ares whispered, leaning down. Joxer nodded again, his head tipping back and eyes sliding closed as Ares’ lips gently touched his.

When Joxer opened his eyes they were in the middle of Xena’s camp. He kissed Ares for a couple more seconds then pulled back to grin at his friends.

“ Joxer! How are you?” Xena exclaimed. Ares had taken her and Gabrielle to visit Joxer a couple of times when he was still recovering, so they knew how badly he’d been hurt.

“ I’m good,” he smiled at them.

“ Wow, Ares, you’re really starting to show,” commented Gabrielle. Ares grimaced at her. “ I hear Cupid caused an uproar last week,” she continued oblivious.

Ares nodded, “ He made an appearance in Cyprus to take supplications. They weren’t expecting an eight month pregnant God, that’s for sure!”

Gabrielle snickered, “ I can’t imagine what your followers will think!”

Ares’ eyes narrowed, but Joxer touched his arm warningly. “ They won’t think anything,” he snapped. “ From the end of this month, I won’t be making anymore personal appearances until the kids are born.”

“ Don’t you think they should know?” asked Xena quietly.

Ares snorted, “ Oh come on, Xena. If you were still one of my warlords, how would you react to the news of my pregnancy?”

Xena sighed, “ Okay, you may have a point there.”

“ The reaction to Joxer being declared my consort, and now the announcement of our marriage, was interesting enough!” Ares growled. Joxer rubbed his back.

“ Are your high priests going to be at the wedding?” Xena asked.

“ Of course. Their lives wouldn’t be worth living if they didn’t. Besides they heard what happened to some of Cupid’s priests who left him.”

“ That was true?” Gabrielle gasped.

Ares nodded, “ They left his service because he was married to, and pregnant by, Strife. That pissed off Strife big time, it was him who punished them.”

“ Oh, that makes more sense, I didn’t think Cupid would be that vindictive,” Gabrielle breathed a sigh of relief.

“ Oh, I don’t know,” said Ares, “ I think he was going to take love from their lives, that’s pretty vindictive.” Gabrielle actually shuddered.

“ Anyway,” said Joxer, “ We’re here to invite you to the wedding. It’s at the end of the week.” Xena and Gabrielle smiled at them.

“ I assume someone will pick us up, as it were,” asked Xena.

Joxer nodded, “ We’ve got to go, we’ve got to invite Hercules and Iolaus.”

“ How’s Hercules doing?” asked Xena curiously.

“ We only told him Zeus had disappeared, we didn’t tell him the rest,” said Ares, “ So he’s coping okay.”

“ Probably best,” Xena nodded.

“ See you later,” Joxer hugged them and then backed into Ares’ arms. They flashed to another camp.

“ Joxer! Hey you’re up, how’s it going?” Iolaus asked, giving him a hug.

“ Good!” Joxer exclaimed, with a massive grin. “ We’re getting married!”

“ Cool! Are we invited?”

Joxer nodded, “ Course, that’s why we’re here.”

“ Hey Herc! We have visitors,” Iolaus yelled.

Hercules jogged out of the trees. “ Hi,” he called out. He gave Joxer a hug. “ You’re looking better,” he said. “ Ares,” he greeted his brother with a nod, “ Any news?”

Ares shook his head, “ He’s gone, hopefully for good, cause we’re getting married.”

Hercules stared, then smiled, “ I’m glad, really, I am.”

“ Thanks,” said Joxer, giving him another hug. “ Someone will come for you at the end of the week, if that’s okay?”

“ You betcha, wouldn’t miss it for the world!” Iolaus exclaimed.

Ares suddenly pulled Joxer into his arms and Joxer barely had time to wave before they disappeared. When they reappeared in their bedroom, Ares was devouring Joxer’s mouth. Joxer clung to him, kissing him back, but trying to slow the urgency.

He pulled away finally, breathless. “ What is it?” he gasped.

“ I just,” Ares shook his head. “ I need you.”

Joxer touched his cheek and smiled, “ Ares, I’m here.” He took Ares’ hand and put it over his heart, “ I’m alive. I love you and I’ll always love you.”

“ I’m sorry, I…”

“ I know, I’m the same. But you can’t keep dragging me off, every time you get scared,” Joxer whispered, pulling Ares into his arms.

“ I don’t get scared,” Ares mumbled against his neck.

Joxer chuckled quietly, “ Don’t give me that crap. I know you.”

Ares snorted and nodded, “ I know,” he whispered.

“ Now, where were we?” Joxer took Ares’ hand and pressed it against his groin. He groaned as Ares began to rub his erection and gently nibble his neck.

“ I still need you,” Ares whispered.

“ I know,” Joxer pushed him over to the bed. “ Clothes.”

Ares made their clothes disappear and lay down on his side. Joxer spooned up behind him, his shaft nestling between Ares’ buttocks. He kissed and licked the back of Ares’ neck and across his shoulders, as he let his hands explore the broad expanse of smooth, hard chest and rounded belly.

Ares groaned and started to rock his hips. Joxer found himself lubricated and he slowly pushed into Ares’ slick hole, reaching down to stroke Ares’ leaking cock. Ares twisted his head back awkwardly, so Joxer could drop soft kisses on his lips as they moved slowly together.

The rhythm built up, the loving intensity between them growing, until Ares’ face twisted with joy and his climax tore through him. Joxer held him tightly, thrusting into Ares’ quivering passage, filling it with his hot seed.

“ Love you,” he whispered, kissing Ares gently. He cradled his lover in his arms, quietly whispering endearments, his face buried in Ares’ neck.

“ Strife! Would you hurry up!” Cupid yelled. He was ready to go, despite his stomach doing strange crampy things to him. Bliss was with Eris, and he was supposed to be meeting his father.

“ I’m comin’, I’m comin’!” Strife yelled back. He stalked out of the bedroom to where Cupid was waiting. Cupid stared at him. “ What?!” Strife asked, slightly defensively. He was dressed in a crisp, white shirt and tight, black leather pants.

Cupid licked his lips and grinned, “ I like that look,” he said, deliberately dropping his voice in a way he knew drove Strife mad.

Strife groaned, “ Don’t, or we’ll nevah make it ta the weddin’”

Cupid grinned again, it never failed. “ Come on then, Big Boy, before I jump you.”

“ Now what have I told ya ‘bout jumpin’ in your condition?” Strife asked, mock-seriously.

Cupid fluttered his eyelids coquettishly, grinning widely. “ Just go and pick up the freaky four, ‘kay?”

“ Okay. See ya, baby,” Strife kissed him hard. When he pulled back, Cupid was breathless. He smirked and vanished. Cupid pouted, he really must learn not to tease Strife, his husband was so much better at it! He sighed and reached under his belly to adjust his erection, before he flashed out of the room.

Cupid reappeared in the Halls of War and was nearly knocked over by his father, who was pacing.

“ Shit, sorry Cupid,” Ares exclaimed, catching the very pregnant God before he could lose his footing.

Cupid took a deep breath to calm his pounding heart and churning stomach. Then he smiled at his father, “ Hey, Pops!” He took a step back and whistled appreciatively, “ Damn! Is Joxer gonna make it through the ceremony?” Ares was dressed in a deep purple, silk shirt, embroidered with various symbols of his title, and black, leather pants.

Ares blinked at him, then laughed, “ Thanks, Cupid.”

“ Where is Joxer anyway?”

Ares sighed, “ With your mother. Apparently it’s bad luck for the groom to see the, uh, groom, before the wedding!”

Cupid snorted, “ That superstition is, like, so dated.”

Ares shrugged, “ Try telling your mother that.”

Cupid clapped his father’s shoulder, “ You ready?”

Ares smiled, “ I’ve been ready for four and a half months. Let’s go.” They flashed out of the room and reappeared in Hera’s main hall. Ares groaned as he looked round, “ Who let your mother loose with the decorations?”

The hall had been decorated in pink, gold and white chintz and chiffon with hundreds of pink flowers. Cupid just laughed and sat him down to one side of Hera’s altar.

It was certainly a different affair than his and Strife’s wedding, but this was no secret, and had rapidly escalated from a family wedding to a grand, official ceremony.

Priests of War sat in their official robes, behind Ares’ main family, looking very forbidding. Most of the rest of the Gods and Goddesses sat further back on both sides. Joxer would have Xena, Gabrielle, Hercules and Iolaus on his side, along with Jett, and Jace, who was already present, looking very fetching in a pale, blue gown.

Strife appeared suddenly with a very disorientated looking foursome of heroes. He showed them where to sit and, with a brief wave at Cupid and Ares, disappeared again.

“ He’s gone to break Jett out of jail,” Cupid said, when Ares raised an eyebrow. Ares’ lips twitched slightly in amusement. Finally Joxer appeared with Aphrodite. He looked round the room for Ares. When their eyes met, he smiled. Ares couldn’t take his eyes off his husband to be, who was looking gorgeous and sexy in a soft, cream shirt and chocolate-brown, leather pants.

“ Scratch Joxer making it through the ceremony, how am I going to make it?!” he muttered. Cupid chuckled. When everyone had finally arrived and settled down, Hera appeared before her altar. She gestured to Joxer and Ares, who rose and took each other’s hands to stand in front of her. She smiled at them and snuck a wink at Joxer, who grinned at her.

“ Joxer of Corinth,” she began. “In the sight of your brothers, do you swear to love and honour Ares, and remain faithful for all eternity?”

Joxer smiled at Ares, “ I do.”

Hera turned to her son, “ Ares, God of War, Regent of Olympus,” There was a gasp at the unexpected use of the title. Ares smirked, they hadn’t been expecting that! “In the sight of your family, do you swear to love and honour Joxer, and remain faithful for all eternity?”

“ I do,” he answered solemnly.

“ Exchange the tokens of your union.” Ares’ heart was in his mouth as he slipped the black and silver ring onto Joxer’s finger. Joxer’s hands trembled as he slipped a matching ring onto Ares’ finger.

“ You may kiss,” Hera smirked. Ares clutched Joxer’s head and pulled him into a gentle but passionate embrace. Hera cleared her throat and they pulled apart.

“ Love you,” Ares whispered in Joxer’s ear. Now the ceremony was over, an uproar started over Hera’s use of the title, ‘Regent of Olympus’. It was interrupted by a sudden cry from Cupid.

“ Cupe, what is it?” Strife ran to his husband, followed closely by Aphrodite, Eris and Ares.

“ I, I think my water broke,” Cupid gasped.

“ What? But, but you’re a guy!”

“ I know that, but it has,” Cupid grimaced at the mess, “ Mom, Grandma, help.”

Hera grasped Cupid’s arm and sat him down.

“ She’s early,” she said calmly.

“ How could his water break?” Ares asked anxiously. Hera looked at her son like he was stupid.

“ If Gods can get pregnant, don’t you think they can give birth?”

Ares paled, “ Oh crap,” he muttered.

“ Now Cupid, have you been having cramps?”

Cupid nodded, “ I thought it was just nerves or something.”

Strife hovered, looking distinctly nervous and also a little pissed off, “ Why didn’t ya tell me?”

“ I thought it was nerves,” Cupid said through gritted teeth.

“ Calm down sweetie, just relax,” said Aphrodite.

Hera crouched down in front of him, “ You’ll be fine, let’s get you to my room. Strife, stop fidgeting and help me.”

“ Help? Yes, I can help,” Strife babbled.

Hera stood up, “ Everyone, there’s food and drinks in the garden, please go and enjoy yourselves.” There was a moment of silence, then everyone began to filter out of the room.

Hera, Aphrodite, Cupid and Strife flashed out of the room, leaving Ares, Joxer, Eris holding Bliss, Autolycus, the four heroes, Jett and Jace looking confused.

Joxer went to his brothers and hugged them, “ Thanks for coming,” he said. “ Maybe you should join the others in the garden.”

His brothers nodded, “ We’ll see ya later,” said Jett.

“ Do you want to join them?” Joxer asked Xena and the other three.

“ Well, this is a family thing, I think it would be best,” said Xena. The others nodded and they all followed Jett and Jace out of the room.

“ Shall we go and wait?” said Ares.

“ Fuck waiting, I want to be there, that’s my grandchild,” snapped Eris.

“ Watch your language in front of Bliss,” Ares reminded her, “She’s my grandchild too remember? But I don’t think we’d be much use, do you?”

Eris deflated, “ I guess not. I just don’t think Strife will cope with Cupid being in pain very well.” Ares and Joxer pretended not to notice her clutching Autolycus’ hand in what looked to be a painful grip. Autolycus was quiet but his other hand rested on the small of her back.

They transported themselves and their partners to the hallway outside Hera’s bedroom and materialised some chairs. Eris handed Bliss to his grandfather and they sat down to wait.


Cupid panted, gripping Strife’s hand until he heard the bones break. It was oddly satisfying, even if Strife didn’t show the pain he must have been in.

“ ARGH!” Cupid screamed again. “ Grandma, Mom, is it supposed to hurt this much?”

“ You’ll be fine sweetie,” said Aphrodite soothingly.

Hera frowned at her, “ I’m sorry child, but it will get worse before it gets better.”

“ Strife,” Cupid groaned.

“ Yeah, baby?”

“ You are so, argh, doing this next time,” he managed a smile.

Strife didn’t smile exactly, “ Any, and all of the next times, baby. I can’t go through this again.”

“ *You* can’t!” Cupid panted, before screaming again and breaking Strife’s hand again.

Strife looked at his aunt and grandmother pleadingly, “ Can’t you do anything?” He could feel the pain Cupid was going through to a certain extent, and he couldn’t stand that it was his fault.

“ I’m doing all I can, you know that,” said Hera gently.

Joxer watched Ares pace with Bliss, worried that he was flinching every time they heard Cupid scream. He knew it was mostly concern for his son, but it was also concern about his own pregnancy.

*Ares?*

Ares stopped pacing and glanced at his husband.

*It’ll be okay* said Joxer. *For Cupid and for you*

Ares sighed and sat back down next to Joxer. *I know, love. It’s just, I didn’t quite expect this*

*Me neither* Joxer winced at another pain filled howl from Cupid.

“ What is taking so long?!” Eris jumped off her chair in frustration. “ I don’t remember it taking this long with Strife.”

“ Oh please, you were hours with Strife, and bawled like a baby the whole time as I recall!” Ares exclaimed.

“ Fuck you!” Eris growled. She ignored his glare. “ You wait and see.”

Ares continued to glare at her, “ What did I tell you about your language? Now will you please relax!”

Eris glared back, “ Relax, he tells me,” she muttered. She plonked herself in Autolycus’ lap, staring just a little defiantly at Ares and Joxer. Wisely, they didn’t comment, especially when Autolycus’ arms wrapped round her and she actually snuggled into them.

Joxer sighed wishing he could do the same. But Ares was too heavy for him, and his pregnant husband’s lap was already occupied. He reached out and took Ares’ hand, squeezing gently at another scream from Cupid. Ares smiled gratefully at him.


“ You’re nearly there Cupid, keep pushing,” said Hera.

“ I can’t!” Cupid grunted, panting harshly.

“ You can sweetie, come on, just a little more,” Aphrodite tried to encourage her son.

“ A little more?!” Cupid gasped. “ You’ve been saying that for, AGH!” Another contraction ripped through him. “ Hours,” he finished when he’d recovered.

Strife swapped hands again, giving the crushed one a chance to recover. “ It’s okay, baby,” he whispered.

“ Sure, for you,” Cupid snapped.

“ Cupe, I can feel it too,” Strife whispered.

“ Oh. Well, good,” Cupid’s face twisted with pain.

“ That’s it, that’s it, her head is coming,” Hera said.

Cupid howled and Strife felt his hand break again. “ What’s happening?” he asked anxiously.

“ This is the worst part Strife, don’t worry, it’s nearly over,” said Aphrodite quietly. After a long, drawn-out period of agony for both parents, Cupid and Strife’s baby girl was finally born. Hera waved her hand to cut the cord and clean her, then she handed her to Cupid. The proud father’s breath hitched and he kissed his little girl gently. Strife sat on the bed next to him, tears pouring down his face, and pulled them both into his arms.

“ She’s so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing her, then kissing Cupid. She was tiny and pale with a shock of dark hair, perfect little, black wings and a small pair of horns on her forehead.

“ Our future Goddess of Pleasure,” announced Hera proudly.

“ She’ll get on well with Bliss then,” Strife chuckled, cooing at his daughter.

“ What shall we call her?” Cupid asked. Strife looked blank and shrugged.

“ How about, Volupta?” said Aphrodite.

Cupid grinned, “ Thanks Mom, that’s great.” He glanced at Strife, who nodded. “ Can Pops and Bliss come in now?”

“ Yeah, and Mom,” said Strife. Hera nodded and crossed the room to open the door.

“ Tell Jox and Auto they can come in too,” Cupid called out. He wanted to show off his daughter.

Hera smiled at the anxious group outside and waved them into the room. Ares strode over to the bed with Bliss.

“ Daddy!” called Bliss excitedly.

“ Hey sweetie, come and meet your new sister,” Cupid grinned at his son. Strife took Bliss from Ares and held him so he could see the baby.

“ Ooh, she’s lickle,” Bliss cooed, reaching out to stroke her tiny hand.

“ Just like you were darling,” Cupid laughed.

“ Me big now,” said Bliss proudly.

“ Yeah, you’re a big brother now. You’ll take good care of Volupta won’t you?” asked Strife.

“ ‘Lupta? Me take care of ‘Lupta,” Bliss grinned.

Ares smiled at the new parents, “ She’s beautiful,” he said quietly. They smiled at him.

“ Mom?” Strife spotted his mother lingering nervously in the doorway. “ Do you want to meet your granddaughter?” Eris swallowed and nodded, making her way over to the bed. Cupid held his daughter up so she could see.

“ Oh,” said Eris quietly. “ She looks like Strife.” She smiled suddenly and stroked her granddaughter’s soft, downy hair. Without the horns and wings, Volupta could indeed have been a miniature, female version of Strife, with her dark hair, pale blue eyes and pale skin.

Strife looked uncertain, “ I was hopin’ she’d inherit more of Cupe’s looks than mine.”

Cupid frowned, “ Why? You’re gorgeous, and so is our little girl!” He resisted the urge to smack his husband, and stroked his arm reassuringly instead.

Joxer came over and stood by Ares. “ She is, gorgeous I mean. Well done guys.”

“ Thanks Jox,” said Cupid with a grin.

“ She’s very good, “ Eris commented, “ Not like Strife, he never stopped bawling.”

“ Mom!” Strife exclaimed in annoyance. It was true though, Volupta hadn’t cried once. She just lay in Cupid’s arms, eyes darting around curiously.

“ Cupid was a very quiet baby,” said Aphrodite.

“ I suppose we should be getting back,” said Ares regretfully.

“ I’m sorry about ruining the wedding, Pops,” said Cupid.

“ You didn’t ruin it,” said Ares with a smile, “ It just topped off a wonderful day.” Cupid grinned at him. Ares squeezed his son’s shoulder, “ You rest, we’ll see you later.”

He and Joxer left the room with Hera and Aphrodite, after the two Goddesses had hugged the new parents. Eris lingered for a moment staring at her granddaughter. Then she quickly hugged Strife and bolted.

Autolycus looked uncomfortable. “ Congratulations guys,” he said then quickly followed her.

“ She hugged me,” said Strife wonderingly.

Cupid grinned at his husband, “ I know.”

Ares and Joxer stopped outside to talk to Hera.

“ I guess we’ll have to face the music about your using the title ‘Regent of Olympus’,” Ares said.

Hera sighed, “ I suppose so.” Eris ran past them and they watched her disappear in confusion. Autolycus was hurrying after her.

“ What was all that about?” Ares asked him.

“ She hugged Strife. I think she’s a little overwhelmed,” Autolycus replied. He shrugged and then continued after his Goddess.

Ares raised his eyebrows and blinked. “ Come on then, to the garden,” he wrapped an arm round Joxer’s shoulders and they walked out to face their guests. Silence fell when they appeared.

Hera stepped forward and smiled, “ I’m pleased to announce the birth of Volupta, future Goddess of Pleasure.” A murmuring spread out through the crowd. Once it had died down, several Gods stepped forward.

“ We’d like to know why you gave Ares, the title of ‘Regent of Olympus’,” said Morpheus.

Hera cleared her throat, “ Well, as you all know, Zeus has mysteriously vanished…”

“ Have I indeed?” There was a flash of lightning and a rumble of thunder and Zeus appeared.

“ Oh fuck,” Ares growled, shoving Joxer behind him.

“ Did you really think I wouldn’t have a back up plan?” Zeus growled at his son. Without warning he aimed a huge power blast at Ares.

“ No!” screamed Joxer, but before anyone could do anything, Demeter leapt in front of Ares, taking the blast in her chest. There was complete silence, even Zeus stood stock still in shock.

“ Demeter?” Zeus shook his head.

“ You mustn’t hurt them,” she whispered, before her eyes closed. There was a sudden explosion and Ares dropped to his knees as three globes of light appeared above him.

“ Oh Gods!” whispered Joxer in awe.

“ Subject?” a soft voice asked.

“ Zeus,” replied a second.

“ Mind?”

“ Power hungry, petty, jealous,” said the second voice.

“ Soul?”

“ Redeemable,” replied a third voice.

“ Judgement?” asked the second and third voices.

“ He is reduced to God of the Sky, he is made subordinate to Hera. Ares is made Regent of Olympus.”

“ What?!” screeched Zeus in fury. “ What nonsense is this?” He tried to blast the globes but the energy ricocheted off them and hit him hard. The globes lowered and returned to Ares’ stomach, leaving him gasping for a moment.

Joxer dropped to his knees beside him, “ Ares, are you okay?”

“ I’m fine, love,” Ares smiled and let Joxer help him to his feet. He walked over to Demeter, who was just starting to come round. He looked down at her as she opened her eyes. “ Why?”

She smiled weakly,” I had to. You let me feel them,” she sighed, “ I knew then how wrong I was. They’re so beautiful, I couldn’t let him hurt them.”

“ Thank you,” he whispered. She nodded and closed her eyes again. Ares looked up at his father. “ Come here.”

Zeus frowned at him. He was about to refuse, when Ares lifted his hand and Zeus found himself in Ares’ grip. His eyes widened in fear. “ How did you?”

Ares smirked, “ Until further notice, I now rule Olympus, Father.” He smiled horribly when Zeus paled. “ Now, who helped you?”

Zeus snorted, still defiant, “ Who says anyone helped me? Did you really think I wouldn’t plan for your untimely rescue? The chains weren’t Hephaestian, and did you really think you could hurt me? I was just biding my time.”

Ares stared at him, then shook his head, “ You disgust me,” he spat, “ Get out of my sight!” Zeus disappeared at a wave of Ares’ hand. “ Mother, you have power over him now, I’d really love for you to use it, often!”

Hera smirked, “ It’ll be my pleasure.” There was a burst of laughter, which eased the tension in the crowd. Several Gods and Goddesses tried desperately to remember whether they’d done anything Ares might hold a grudge about, hoping that the newly married Ruler of the Gods would not focus his fury on them!

The four heroes made their way through the crowd, anxious to hear about Cupid and find out just what had happened.

“ I can’t believe what Father tried to do!” exclaimed Hercules, “ I’m glad you and the children are okay, Ares.”

Ares stared at his half brother for a moment, before smiling,” Thank you, Hercules.”

Iolaus whispered something in his lover’s ear, before stepping forward himself. “ We didn’t really have time to congratulate you before, so congratulations.” He leaned forward to hug Joxer.

“ What did you say to make Herc blush like that?” Joxer whispered.

Iolaus chuckled, “ Just told him what I was going to do to him later, cos I’m so proud of him!” Joxer smirked.

“ I’m glad everything worked out, Father,” said Xena, giving Ares a hesitant hug. She pulled back, “ How’s Cupid?”

“ He’s fine, their little girl is gorgeous. So like Strife when he was tiny,” Ares smiled fondly, remembering the first time he’d seen his new born nephew. Strife had been a small, pale bundle of fluffy hair and big, blue, curious eyes. Ares had been smitten at first sight, not that he’d ever admit it!

Xena grinned, “ Sounds cute.”

Gabrielle laughed, “ I can just imagine Strife as a baby! He never really grew up did he?”

“ You could be right there,” laughed Ares. He stopped, stunned. He was agreeing and laughing with the blonde harpy? Gods, how things had changed!

Joxer nudged him and grinned *Time to go, don’t you think?*

Ares licked his lips *Oh, and why would that be?*

*Don’t tease Ares, or you won’t find out* Joxer smirked at Ares’ expression.

“ Um, we’re going now,” said Ares hurriedly. There were quick hugs all round before Ares impatiently dragged Joxer into his arms and they vanished.

“ Ah, newlyweds,” sighed Iolaus, before bursting out laughing.


Joxer found himself on their bed, wrapped tightly in Ares’ arms. He snuggled back with a contented sigh.

“ I’m so glad I got to see them,” he whispered.

“ I know,” Ares kissed his neck. Joxer turned in his arms and looked up at him.

“ Make love to me Ares, I want to feel you inside me,” Joxer breathed. Ares groaned and rolled them over so that he was on top. He met Joxer’s eyes for a moment, sighing as he smiled at the happy, loving expression he saw there. Then he leant down, gently sucking on Joxer’s lips, before urging them open with his tongue.

Ares got rid of most of their clothes with a thought. He left Joxer’s shirt on, although open, he loved the way Joxer looked in it. He thrust gently against Joxer, so their hard cocks slid together. His lips wandered across Joxer’s neck and throat, feeling the vibrations from his moans.

Joxer slid his hands up and down Ares’ back, scratching and rubbing lightly, trying to urge him on.

“ You in a hurry, love?” Ares whispered. Joxer nodded, pleading wordlessly for completion. Ares smiled and lifted himself up slightly, to reach between them, gently starting to explore his husband’s tight hole. Joxer moaned and pushed his hips down, wanting Ares inside him.

“ Shh, I’m coming,” Ares breathed. He pushed in a finger, already lubricated, spreading the oil round Joxer’s passage. He could feel through their bond how much Joxer needed him, and he quickly stretched him. He moved into position and pushed quickly but gently inside the smaller man.

Joxer sighed ecstatically, enclosing Ares in his arms and legs to pull him closer. Ares pulled back slightly, and claimed Joxer’s lips, his tongue plunging into his husband’s mouth as he thrust back inside him. Joxer pushed his hips up to meet him, groaning loudly against Ares’ lips.

“ Please, my love,” he gasped. Ares responded eagerly, plunging into Joxer with long, slow, controlled thrusts. Joxer panted heavily, trying with arms, legs and lips, to get Ares to speed up. Ares resisted, torturing him with pleasure as every thrust brushed his sweet spot.

Before long Joxer’s urging and the contractions of his passage, became too much for Ares and he started to speed up, his movements rougher and less controlled. Suddenly Joxer cried out and Ares felt hot liquid splash his chest, as Joxer’s muscles clamped down around him.

“ Jox,” he roared, jerking against his husband as he filled him. They lay in each others’ arms for a long time, simply enjoying being together, thinking about eternity.

“ Are you okay?” Ares asked.

Joxer twisted his head and looked up at Ares, “ Yes, of course. Why?”

“ The urgency,” Ares shrugged.

“ I think Zeus’ return affected me more than I realised,” Joxer sighed.

Ares kissed him softly, “ Everything’s going to be fine now, you know that?”

“ I know. I love you.”

“ I love you too.”

3 ½ months later

Cupid shuddered at the terrible scream from his father.

“ Gods, I don’t remember it being that bad,” he whispered to Strife.

“ I do,” Strife replied. “ An’ Unc’s got three of ‘em.” He rocked his daughter gently, her grandfather’s pain was upsetting her. Bliss was a little better, having had birth explained to him before his sister was born. “ I jus’ hope Unc ain’t crushin’ Joxer’s hand!” Strife chuckled.

“ Strife!” Cupid frowned at him.

“ This is taking forever!” Eris muttered impatiently.

“ Mom, you’re not helping!” Strife glared at his mother, who’d been generally annoying ever since Ares had gone into labour a month early. Eris sniffed and carried on pacing. There was another ear-piercing howl from Ares’ bedroom. They all winced.

“ Joxer’s gonna be in pieces,” said Strife quietly.

“ He’ll be fine once they’re born, you were,” said Cupid, bouncing Bliss on his knee.

“ Yeah,” Strife pulled a silly face at his daughter, who gurgled and tried to poke his eye out. Cupid laughed at the pair, then winced as his father screamed again. It was long and drawn out, followed soon after by a second and a third. There was a long silence, which was finally broken by the sound of a baby crying.


Ares groaned as another contraction gripped him. So far he’d refused to give into the pain and scream, no matter how much he’d wanted to. But he wasn’t going to hold out much longer.

“ Breathe Ares, stop holding it,” Hera said quietly.

“ I’m fucking breathing, okay?!” Ares yelled. Joxer winced at his tone. Seeing his husband in so much pain, was something he was finding hard to deal with. He could feel it to a certain extent through their bond, and that was bad enough.

“ I’m never doing this again, Jox, you hear me?” Ares panted. Joxer nodded, grimacing in pain as another contraction hit Ares and nails dug into his hand until the skin broke. On the other side of the bed, Aphrodite tried to soothe and calm her brother, but she wasn’t having much luck.

Ares finally gave into the pain and screamed, causing Joxer to flinch again. “ Please tell me it’s nearly over,” he begged Hera.

She smiled reassuringly, “ The first one’s coming.”

“ Fucking Tartarus!” roared Ares.

“ Here we go,” Hera waved her hand cleaning off the tiny baby and leaving her wrapped in a blanket, “ Joxer take Syné.” Hera handed him his daughter.

Joxer swallowed hard around the lump in his throat, but couldn’t prevent the tears of fierce pride and joy, that flowed down his cheeks, as he cradled his tiny, fragile-looking daughter in his arms. She was doll-like in her perfection, with soft, black hair, amazing jewel-green eyes and soft, pale skin.

Ares screamed again, head dropping back as he gripped the sheets.

“ Dite, take Eirenic,” Aphrodite took the small Godling, cleaning him up. “ Come on Ares, just one more,” Hera smiled at her son.

Ares growled at her, panting harshly, “ Easy for you to say!” His head fell back again. “ AGH, Gods, FUCK!”

Hera took Apolutrosis and quickly cleaned and dried him, wrapping him in a blanket, before handing him to her son.

Ares stared down at his son in wonderment, “ Gods,” he breathed, unable to stop the tears that trickled slowly down his face. “ I guess it was worth it.”

The two boys were identical and differed from their sister, in that they were both blond. They all shared the bright, jewel-green eyes, although Joxer had noticed something.

“ Hera,” he swallowed, “ Could you take a look at Syné for me, I think something’s wrong.”

“ What?!” Ares met his husband’s worried eyes.

Hera took her tiny granddaughter. “ Oh. Oh, Ares, Joxer. Let me get Apollo,” she whispered. Ares nodded numbly, he still didn’t know what was wrong, but the tears in Joxer’s eyes had him nearly frantic.

Apollo flashed into the room, “ What is it? Ares, you okay?” Ares nodded and pointed to his mother, who was cradling his daughter. Apollo took Syné and extended his power. “ She’s blind,” he said bluntly, “ But as far as I can tell, she’s just meant to be. It wasn’t caused by any of the trauma you’ve been through.”

Ares stared at his brother, while Joxer sighed in relief. “ It doesn’t matter, she’s perfect,” said Ares. He took Joxer’s hand, searching his face. Joxer smiled and nodded. He was just happy that it hadn’t been caused by what they’d been through, knowing that Ares would blame himself.

“ ‘Pol?” Ares continued, “ Would you check the boys, just in case.”

Apollo nodded. He walked to the bed, handing Syné back to Joxer. He touched each of the little boys. “ They’re fine,” he grinned. Ares breathed a sigh of relief and grinned.

Ironically, it was Peace who cried.

“ Dite, give him to me, please,” said Ares. Aphrodite carefully put Eirenic in his father’s arm, opposite Apolutrosis. The two boys stared at each other, then gurgled happily. Joxer snuggled in next to his husband, and let him see his daughter properly.

“ Aren’t they beautiful?” asked Joxer. Ares nodded and turned his head so he could kiss him. Joxer returned the kiss briefly, then pulled away smiling.

“ Shall I let them in, then?” Hera asked. Ares nodded.

Cupid came in first with Bliss. “ What’s Apollo doing here? Dad, is anything wrong?” he asked anxiously.

“ No son, it’s fine. It seems that Syné isn’t just Justice, she’s Blind Justice.”

Cupid looked stunned, “ She’s blind?” Ares nodded.

“ Who’s blind?” asked Strife, dragging Eris into the room. Cupid frowned at him, about to say something about tact.

“ It’s okay Cupid. It’s the way it’s meant to be,” said Joxer. He turned to Strife, “Syné’s blind, Strife.”

“ Oh,” Strife looked stunned. Cupid took his fidgeting son over to the bed.

“ Gwandpa got babies!” Bliss said excitedly.

Ares grinned at his grandson, “ Bliss say hello to Eirenic, Apolutrosis, and Grandpa Jox is holding Syné.”

Bliss waved, “ ‘Ren, ‘Lutro an’ Syné,” he said proud of himself.

Ares chuckled, “ I think we have their official nicknames.”

“ We made ya somethin’,” said Strife. He waved his hand and showed them two framed scrolls.

“ What are they?” asked Joxer.

“ The surveys ya filled out for Aunt Dite,” said Strife with a grin. “ They’re what started all this. And ya’ve nevah seen each othahs.”

“ I thought mine was destroyed,” said Ares with a frown.

“ We made a copy,” said Cupid with a wicked grin, “ Originally for potential blackmail material,” he admitted.

Ares laughed, “ Thank you. And thank you Aphrodite.”

Aphrodite smiled.

The End!

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