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Leather Boy
by Shamenka

Ares followed the sound of great profanity through the corridors of his home palace. He knew what, or rather, who he would find at the end of his quest. He had to admit he was impressed his son knew that many swear words. Cupid had yet to repeat himself. The counter point to the chorus of obscenity came from his nephew. That did surprise the War God. It would normally have been the other way about with Cupid trying to control Strife's flash of temper. Ares did wonder at what had caused this turnabout in natures.

"Which she was it and what did she do?" The dark God of War entered the room where his son and nephew were holding their 'meeting', surprising both into silence.

"That's a bit sexist pops, even for you!" Cupid had a tight hold on his temper, Strife however, had a tight hold on him.

"Not really, the only time you lose your temper like this there is a female at the bottom of it. Like when you over heard Psyche telling those embittered sisters of hers all about how she tricked you into getting her immortality. Like the time your mother changed Strife into a Goddess. Like the time your grandmother baby-sat Bliss and you spent a week cleaning up the sick from your temples walls? See a pattern forming here?" Ares had lay down on one of the comfortable couches in the room and stretched out until his joints went pop, all at once.

"Well it's mom this time. Again!" Cupid stood up and began to pace the room, followed by Strife who still tried to hold on to him. The God of Mischief was losing his grasp though.

"Clam down. Tell Ares what she's done and maybe he'll know how to get you out of it?" Strife's belief in his uncle was almost total. Even Ares could 'see' the mentally crossed fingers as the young Godling spoke.

"So tell me? What's she done?" Ares sat up, getting interested despite his best efforts to the contrary.

"She cheated on a bet. I know she did, I just can't prove she did. Now I gotta wear women's clothing to her dammed festival in Amphipolis. I mean Amphipolis, of all the dumb assed places for mom to hold a festival why Amphipolis?" Cupid halted his pacing directly before Ares and stood there. Hands on hips, head canted slightly to one side. "Amphipolis, ya know!?" And he shook his head in a tight controlled manner that a certain Warrior Princess would have recognised as belonging to Ares. Life father like son.

Ares smiled, a warm happy smile. The one reserved for such father/son occasions as these, when Ares could see the stamp of his fatherhood so clearly on his son.

"What was the bet? And when is this festival?" It looked to Ares' audience that the God of War might have a solution for them.

"She bet me I couldn't do with out sex for a week. Seven whole days and she had me looking into this family feud that had split up a devoted pair of lovers blessed by herself. She knew all along that Strife had been stalking the same pair, undermining her blessing but no, she didn't mention it to me. So I keep seeing glimpses of Strife. And when I turn to look he's not there. An' It took me till today, five days into the week to finally catch him in the act of aggravating the argument and he was concentrating and ... and ..." Cupid blushed and shrugged. "You know how he looks when he's concentrating. He was sticking his tongue out an' I just knew where it could be put to better use. Of course Strife don't know diddly about the bet an' when he saw me, watching him an' his tongue. He just got so hot! He starts ta strip. Right there in front of me. Touchin' an' fellin' himself. Flicking that tongue in an' out, so damn fast ya'd think he was a hummin' bird!" Cupid lost himself to the image in his inner eye.

So did Ares. The God of War knew just what his son was meaning. Not that he'd ever do such an act with his nephew, but his Joxy could do that too. The trick with the tongue.

"I see." Ares finally gasped out. "And you want some way of getting out of the bet because you had to have sex with Strife before the week was up?"

"Erm, basically, yeah!" Cupid had the grace to blush crimson. Which was as well, it matched Strife's face beautifully.

"Let me think about it. When is this festival of hers?" Ares stood, with care, his tight leather pants pulling even tighter over his prominent erection.

"Cool, an' the day after tomorrow!" Cupid tried valiantly to not look at his dad's crotch.

"The day AFTER tomorrow, you sure about that?" Ares quizzed his still slightly embarrassed son, tho' the younger God was now embarrassed because of his dad's interesting physical shape.

"Yeah, why?" Cupid couldn't help it, he got hopeful. Strife just sat down and thanked Zeus the Ares was Ares and a wonderful father and uncle.

"I can't get you out of the bet but it is a festival for a Goddess held on MY day of the week. I can mitigate things for you." Ares smiled and winked himself out of the room and the palace.

Just as Strife's prayer thanking Zeus for creating a wonderful son like Ares the very God in question winked in beside him. Zeus couldn't help but smile warmly at his dark son.

"Ares my sweet, what can I do for you today?" Zeus guided his boy to the nearest couch and patted the seat next to him. "Come, sit with me. Have something to eat, to drink!" So saying the King of the gods created a light meal and accompanying wine for them both.

Ares ate, despite his best intentions to be in and out of his father's presence. Zeus was not normally this welcoming to him anymore.

"It's Dite, she kinda cheated on a bet with Cupid ..." Ares explained Cupid's dilemma and his possible solution to the public humiliation Cupid faced.

"But why did she plan to do this to her own son?" Zeus asked, still a little perplexed but very amused.

"I don't think she really likes Cupid and Strife being together, ya' know? Not that she actually likes Psyche. But she really wants to break him an' Strife up. Probably 'cos Discord an' her are having a major spat about some piece of nonsense or another." Ares shrugged, eloquently. Zeus understood and smiled sweetly, and patted his son's knee. Ares looked up at his father and saw understanding there, and support. "You gonna support my plan?" He couldn't help but sound hopeful. It had long been his father's down fall, when Ares did the sad soulful eyes bit without thinking about it.

"Whatever I can do to help." Zeus smiled, it would do them all some good to have an all out period of immense stupidity. Himself included. "Leave it to me." Zeus winked at Ares and the God of War giggled, his accustomed high pitched giggle very few got to hear, as little genuinely amused the dark War God.

Ares found himself sitting back, enjoying the remainder of the meal and his father's undivided attention. Something he seldom received these days. Maybe, when Hercules went the way of all mortals he'd get back what was rightfully his. Namely his place in his father's heart as his favourite son.

Zeus' mind was similarly occupied. He was wondering how long it had been since he and Ares had shared a meal, just themselves, like this. He concluded it had been way too long. And if he could regain his son's trust in helping him with this small matter to do with his own son, then so be it.

The day of the festival arrived. With it, several more invitations to attend accepted than Aphrodite had originally planed on. Add to the extra guests Ares making his absurd declaration, and having it back up by Zeus no less! What was the world coming too? The Goddess of Love was royally pissed off.

"Hephy, where's Zeus? I gotta see Zeus?" Dite waved a piece of parchment under her husbands nose and he finally looked up from his own piece of parchment.

"Huh?" He asked, as in the age old habit, he's simply not been listening to his wife. If Gods and men were designed to be able to read and listen at the same time they'd be Goddess and women anyway!

"Zeus, he's backed Ares' injunction about festivals held on his day. An' my festival's today. Hephy, do something!" The goddess of Love stamped a foot and brought forth tears of frustration. "Well if Zeus backs him to the hilt, then there's nothing I can do. Hey I'm having to go to. See, Zeus says no backing out, all acceptances have to be honoured. And Ares is going to be there to see everyone obeys. What discretionary powers did Zeus give him anyway?"

"I dread to think!" Aphrodite re-read her parchment, she'd stopped before she got to that part about the extra powers Ares was being granted. When she read it, she passed out. The shock was just too much for her.

At the appointed hour of the festivals commencement Aphrodite finally recovered and dress appropriately. It was a fine, hot summer's day and way too fine and hot to have to wear heavy masculine robes. But wear them she must. Ares and his stupid injunction! Somehow she promised herself, she'd get even with Ares for this.

As she entered the temple in Amphipolis she almost stumbled when she trod on the hem of her robes. All up the main concourse of the temple sat her invited guests. The men all dressed as women, and the women all dressed as men. No one paid any special attention to Cupid in female attire. Most of them were watching ..her eyes wandered too and stuck there. Everyone was watching Ares. All the God of War did was stand in front of his throne, but he was wearing a black leather version of her own preferred attire. This time Aphrodite did stumble and crashed into a member of the festival attendees.

Autolycus caught the falling Goddess and steadied her as she regained her balance. He noticed where her eyes had tripped her up. Like everyone else he couldn't help but gawk at the God of war.

"He does look hot, doesn't he?" The King of thieves whispered to his aunt Aphrodite.

"Like, duh!" Aphrodite stole another quick look. " Like he's gonna melt, ya' know?"

Autolycus made sure she was steady on her feet, at arms length, he didn't really want to upset Hephaestus any more than he could help it. Beside him his date had to admire his restraint. Mark you, the blond hunter that was the thieves date would also hurt him if he let his hand tarry too long.

"Who knew he had such great legs under all that leather?" The hunter whispered, joining in the conversation, and straightening his own dress. It was a strong blue, almost like the colour of one of Zeus' lightening bolts. It really set off his eyes and he looked almost as hot as the God of War. Autolycus was also in blue, a midnight blue, much more in keeping with his dark colouring.

The Goddess thanked then for their support and moved on.

Hercules was there, looking very embarrassed, his face almost as red as his dress. Next to him stood Xena, almost too comfortable in black leather pants and vest very reminiscent of a certain distracting God. Gabrielle, however, looked as uncomfortable as the Goddess of Love felt.

And so on. The audience all looked either too comfortable or too uncomfortable. While Cupid and Strife just sat together and smirked. Neither looking out of place or out of sorts.

When she finally reached the dias she sat down next to Ares. She could not keep her eyes away from her former lovers legs, no matter how hard she tried. He was there because this was his day she had chosen for her festival, Zeus said he had to be there and so niether of them had any comeback on the situation. But did he have to sit there. Like that?

Ares was enjoying the day. Zeus had kept his word and so his own son was not left feeling picked on and publicly humiliated. All the men were dressed as women and vice versa, as the romans would say. If he were being honest to himself he would have to say he was feeling somewhat embarrassed being out in front of the crowd dressed like this but what the hey! He'd live.

It didn't help that in the front row of the attending audience sat Joxer. Wearing the attire of an Amazon Queen. A little leather, a lot of feathers and a smile for him alone! The would be warrior kept playing with the hem of his very short skirt. Up and down, up and down his hand would track. At the apogee of the upward stroke Ares would swear he could see the rounded outline of Joxer's dick!

"Is Joxer flashing his dick at us?" Aphrodite asked, now unable to take her eyes away from Joxer's outfit.

Ares blushed profussly and grined like a maniac. The Goddess of Love just sat there, looking at him in diaphinus silks and a leather bikini as he admitted that what she could see in the audience was his lovers dick. Then she too blushed.

"I declare this festival open. Let all learn a little of what it means to be looked at as an object rather than a person. Get it on if you wish!" Aphrodite stood to leave but before she could go anywhere she was brought back down to her chair with a bump.

"There is food." And with a broad sweep of his left arm, there was indeed food. "And there is wine." Again a sweep of his right arm this time, and there was indeed wine. "There is music and dancing, and rooms for those who wish a little privacy. My sister bids you all welcome to her festival!" Then the music started playng and the War God stood up and every one saw what he wasn't wearing.

Black leather bondage straps criss crossed his oiled chest. Diaphanous silks hung from his shoulders in strips of black cloud. Pinched in at the waist they then filled out again only to be gathered in on studded leather straps around his ankles. His middle was covered, but only just, by a pair of soft black leather shorts. Very short, shorts.

Ares stepped down to the attendees and began to formally great them on his sister's behalf. For her part Aphrodite tripped twice trying to get off the slight platform and almost crashed into Ares. Luckily he caught her! She was getting good at innocent falls!

The festival went on. And on. And on. Once people relaxed they actually enjoyed themselves. Hercules was enticed into a seduction by both Xena and Gabrielle, with the women making all the running. It was fun to sit back and allow himself to be caught like that. Auto and Iolaus were exploring the possibilities for sex in a dress. Actively and repeating their findings for the sake of scientific accuracy.

As was fitting for an Aphrodite festival the sex was incredible. And so much of it too. She didn't even mind that Strife was being taken by Cupid, over her inner temple alter. She actually thought the younger God's groans were kinda' sweet. She hadn't fully realised just how much her Cupe loved Strife. How pliant the Mischief God was in his hands, how submissive, how supple! She was really gonna have to have a talk with that young God!

In a private room, Joxer was getting a first hand lesson in how easy it was to have sex when all you were wearing was essentially a strip of leather wrapped around your middle. Not that he was taking notes, not with his God's glorious dick doing miracles of its own, over and over and over again.

After that demonstration was done it was Joxer's turn to be teacher. Ares was bent over the table in that tiny, airless room and taken to within an inch of his sanity by the mighty Amazon Hunter as 'he' found his prey and speared it. For all the God of War's faults fair play in sex had never been an issue! He loved to give but he really loved to take too and Joxer was so generous a nature he just gave and gave and gave!

As he came Ares screamed.

And as he screamed half the attendees wondered if they could have a few minutes of the Amazing Amazon's time themselves. But that's for other's to write! Is it not?