Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Title: Feather Fluff 1/?
Author: Werewindle
Website: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/twin_swords/
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Cupid/Strife
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: If they were mine it wouldn't be called *fan*fiction would it?
Summery: For Tequila Worm. She wanted pure candy floss fluff, smut and a
feather. WIP
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Strife popped into his and Cupid's temple slightly insane grin on his face.
He was anticipating a major power kick from his afternoon of mischief. Now
he what he really wanted was a quickie before the little munchkin got home.
Strife had just decided to look for his Cupid when he heard a thump from the
bedroom. Puzzled he followed the sound.
When he reached the room Strife was greeted by the sight of Cupid turning in
a tight circle, arms stretching for something just out of reach over his
shoulder. He stifled a giggle as his shirtless honey grumbled and chased
himself.
"Stupid feather!" Cupid gave up and collapsed back on to the bed letting out
a growl of frustration. Strife chuckled at the sound. The blond turned his
head and pouted at his dark lover. "Help." He demanded, flipping over and
pointing to a spot just out of reach on his left wing. "One of them 's gone
crooked and it's driving me nuts."
Strife crawled up the bed and knelt over his prone lover; fingers burrowing
into the layers of feather and fluff. He untwisted and smoothed as he went
working to the heart of the knot. Strife untangled the loose feather,
tucking it behind his ear, and rubbed the irritated area. Cupid gave a sigh
of pure bliss and melted into the sheets. Strife continued straightening out
the misaligned feathers, going over both wings carefully.
When he finished Strife scratched at the join of skin and down at the base
of Cupid's wings. The blond twitched making a sound between a giggle and a
moan. Strife moved along Cupid's shoulder blades ruffling feathers and
tickling skin until he had the other man squirming and thrashing underneath
him.
After a few minutes Strife gave into the breathless pleas and stopped his
tormenting. He snuggled down on Cupid's back wrapping his arms around waist
and chest, head nuzzling into the satiny skin between white wings. He loved
moments like this. When he was warm and content with lover.
Strife placed a kiss on the back of Cupid's neck and rocked his hips. "Think
we got time for a quickie?"
Cupid groaned, "Uh-" his reply was cut off by the pitter-pat of little feet
running down the hall. Strife laughed, foiled again. He rolled off Cupid and
turned in time to catch the winged bundle flinging himself at the bed.
They got up meandering toward the lounge, Bliss rambling on about his day.
As Strife passes Cupid in the hall he leaned close, "Later," he promised.
Title: Feather Fluff 2/?
Author: Werewindle
Website: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/twin_swords/
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Cupid/Strife
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: If they were mine it wouldn't be called *fan*fiction would it?
Summery: Tub Sex. For mine TW.
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Cupid smoothed the blanket tucked over a sleeping Bliss one more time before
waving out the lights. He made sure to leave a glow by the door in case the
he had to get up in the dark. Cupid headed down the hall to were Strife had
started the bath after taking his turn at reading to Bliss. The winged god
was looking forward to a nice long soak. Mmmm, with a wet naked Strife.
Cupid walked a little faster.
The bathing chamber was already filled with pleasingly scented steam. Cupid
drew in a deep lung full of the heavy air, enjoying the rich scents of mint
and honey. His favorite. Cupid so had the best lover ever. Stepping farther
into room he reached for the laces on his pants when pale arms suddenly
wrapped around him from behind.
"Sneaky." Cupid accused leaning back into Strife. His answer was a nip to
the shoulder as clever fingers took over unlacing his suddenly restricting
pants. When his laces fell loose Strife wasted no time in sliding the
leather over his Cupid's hips and nudging the clinging material floor-ward.
His lover gave a friendly stroke to his rapidly filling erection before
pulling away to guide them to the waiting bath.
Cupid climbed in first and sat to the side watching Strife through the steam
as he chose a soap and started a quiet melody playing with a gesture. He
still had Cupid's feather twisted into a lock of his hair. The love god's
heart fluttered at the sight. The brunet slid into the tub across from
Cupid. He waded over to were his lover was recling against the sloped edge.
Strife stradled the blond, knees resting on the seat on next to Cupid's
hips.
"Now I've got you right were I want you." Strife smirked at his lover.
"Oh? And what are going to do with me?" Cupid asked, hands going to grip
pale hips.
"I'd think that would be pretty obvious." Strife leaned closer, his lips
brushing aganst Cupid's ear. "Ravish you."
Cupid groaned very much on board with that idea. Strife grinned at that
reaction and licked his way to Cupid's mouth. He nipped at the plump bottom
lip that had been taunting him all through dinner. Taking advantage of the
now parted lips Strife slipped his tongue inside, chasing the hint of
strawberries from dessert.
Breathless he ended the kiss, waiting until Cupid's eyes opened before
speaking. "I'm going to get us off - slick and frantic." Strife rolled his
hips rubbing their cocks together. "Then while you're all pliant and drifty
I'm going scrub you clean and shiny before taking you to bed." He pinched a
nipple sharply, startling a gasp from Cupid. "Just so I can make you sweaty
and dirty."
Cupid moaned in agreement. Strife grinned at his lover, grinding and rocking
against him. The bath oil gave their bodies an extra slid to the motion.
Cupid's mind had pretty much been hijacked by his body and his only thought
was 'Slippery Strife good'. His hands moved, one going around the slim back
urging his lover closer, while the other buried itself in thick dark locks.
Cupid used his grip on Strife's hair to pull him into a passionate kiss.
Strife let him, ravaging the winged god's mouth. They rocked together,
reviling in the slick feel of skin on skin even as their movements became
frantic. Strife fisted their cocks adding that bit of friction that soon had
them cumming.
They drifted in the hot bath muscles limp, but not yet sated. After a few
minutes Strife snagged the forgotten soap and started washing his lover's
golden skin. Cupid smiled and purred in pleasure at the attention.
He SO had the best lover ever.
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Title: Feather Fluff 3/3
Author: Werewindle
Fandom: Xena
Pairing: Cupid/Strife
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: If they were mine it wouldn't be called *fan*fiction would it?
Summery: Cupid and Strife in bed. Last part of my gift fic for Tequila Worm.
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3 - Finale
Strife took his time drying Cupid, chasing the last stray water drops from
between shoulder blades and wings. He tossed the towel to the side and came
around to face Cupid. His lover had a pleased half-lidded expression. Strife
grinned, Cupid loved being bathed by or bathing Strife. He said that as a
love god he'd had many sex partners but bathing was something more intimate,
it reflected how much you care for your lover and no-one had taken care of
Cupid like that until Strife.
Cupid pulled Strife closer and kissed him deep and sweet. When they parted
Strife took Cupid's hand to lead him to their bedroom urging the lethargic
god to hurry his steps. Once there Strife pushed Cupid onto the bed and
followed him down settling between his thighs. Strife leaned close and
nibbled on Cupid's ear.
"I have been looking forward to this for hours," Strife growled. "You've
taunted me all night with your tight pants and bare skin." Strife scraped
his teeth along Cupid's collarbone. The love god whimpered. "Now it's my
turn." Strife pulled Cupid's hands above his head and pressed them into the
mattress. "Don't move, or I'll stop." He waited for Cupid's nod before
releasing him.
Strife sat up settling himself on the prone god's thighs. He created a small
bowl containing a red viscous liquid. Strife dipped a finger into the bowl
and with careful consideration started painting designs on his lover's
torso.
Cupid hissed as the painted skin tingled and burned. He jerked but didn't
move his hands when Strife swirled the liquid over his puckered nipples. As
more was swirled across his chest Cupid caught the scent of cinnamon. His
lover was drawing on him with cinnamon gel. Cupid shivered, half from the
sensations caused by the gel and half in anticipation.
When Strife decided that his masterpiece was completed he set aside the
nearly empty bowl and leaned over Cupid. He was careful not to smear the gel
holding himself up by his arms. Slowly he lowered his head and using little
cat licks began to clean the cinnamon gel off his lover. Strife paid extra
attention to Cupid's sensitive nipples, first licking and then sucking them
to make sure he got all the gel.
By the time Strife reached Cupid's navel the love god was babbling. Strife
finished laving away the gel and let Cupid calm down. He waited until his
lover's were on him before reaching for the bowl again. Cupid shook his head
in denial as Strife scooped a finger full of the gel out. Cupid's no turned
into a moan as the cinnamon concoction smeared down the underside of his
cock.
Strife ignored the feeble pleas and painted another strip opposite the
first. Strife laved at Cupid's cock while stealthily working an oil covered
finger into him. He didn't use the gel because it was just to sticky to work
as lube and he left the cinnamon out of the oil. He didn't want to push
Cupid over too fast.
Strife gave a last lick to Cupid's erection before moving up. In one slow
thrust Strife pushed into his lover. Barely pausing to let him get used to
the feel. Strife withdrew and slammed back in. He pulled out part way and
slid back in, a little further out then back, then just barely out again.
Strife kept varying his thrust until Cupid was moaning, arms trembling with
the force of holding still. Only then did he fall into a rhythm. They rocked
together, Cupid lifting up to met Strife's thrusts, bed creaking from the
force.
All too soon Strife could feel his orgasm approaching. He wrapped one hand
around Cupid's cock, sending the other god over the edge first. Strife
howled his release as Cupid tightened around him.
Panting slightly Strife pulled Cupid's arms around him and lay on top of his
lover. Sleepy words of love were exchanged as the two god's slipped into
Morpheus's realm.
The End
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