Title: Lover's Game
Author: Werewindle
Website: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/twin_swords/
Fandom: Xena/Herc
Pairing: Joxer/Ares
Rating: pg
Disclaimer: If they were mine it wouldn't be called *fan*fiction
would it?
Summery: At a party eyes are drawn to the triplets. Writen for
windles_orbit weekly challenge #2 - coy.
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The party is in full swing, the food and drink plentiful the music
floating in the air encouraging the revelers to dance but not so
load as too drown out conversation. Perfect as you would expect any
Olympian party to be. Through it all discussions pause and dancers
turn gazes drawn to the trio near the corner.
Jayce is obvious in it, he flaunts it. He wears bright clothes,
moves with exaggerated gestures - everything about him is meant to
draw attention - even his voice with that odd accent. It's all part
of his trade and he is GOOD at it. Jayce entertains a wide audience,
common and royal alike. Short-tempered battle hardened warlords take
to him like shy stammering recruits still wet behind the ears. And
the godly guest are no less fascinated.
Jett draws attention of another kind, no flirting looks or sparkling
fabrics he is the opposite - dark, mysterious and pain tinged
danger. He is madness and death and people are drawn to that. Slim
build, slinking moves he can walk into the roughest tavern and part
the crowed with a tilt of his chin. The King of Assassins, favored
of the Goddess Discord he commands respect. By the same flip of the
coin he can slip into the shadows, meld into a crowd, seemingly
disappear into thin air.
As for Joxer... To most Joxer is innocence, he is good natured and
clumsy, affectionate and loyal. But they don't know what lies
beneath that carefully affected patina. Led astray by the jumbled
armor and easy grin. Underneath is passion and seduction, dark
pleasure and sultry grace. They see him peering from underneath long
lashes and think it shy uncertainty. But he is not shy- he is the
embodiment of coy. He manipulates those around him better then any
courtesan.
Joxer enjoys the game but turns down the sweetly enticing
propositions. He glances at where his lover is trapped in
conversation across the room and plays at considering. He blushes
and flutters his lashes occasionally scuffing a booted toe on the
floor. Purposely provoking his lover's possessive side. More then
one gathering has seen Ares sweep a laughing Joxer into his arms and
to their room when the coy seduction act becomes to much. That of
course is the point to the dance - a lover's game.