Welcome to AresJoxerCupidStrife

Title: The Potion
by: Brandy
Couples: C/S
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters in this fic, and I'm not Bill Gates, so I'll never own them.

"Cupid!" Aphrodite shouted.

"Mom, I was, like, just startin' an orgy! What's so important ya had to pull me away?" Cupid bitched as he appeared in a flash of light.

"My new experimental potion is missing. I need you to find it."

"Why me?" Cupid inquired suspiciously.

"'Cause I have a meeting with you father I'm already late for. You know how he gets if you keep him waiting."

"You're meeting with dad?"

"Yes, he's got a war going on in Pylos that's coming way to close to one of my temples. I wouldn't put it past him to go out of his way to damage it if I keep him waiting. Now, find me my potion! And for Zeus' sake don't get any on you." Aphrodite ordered as she flashed out in a flurry of rose petals.

"It's always Cupie do this, Cupie I need help, or Cupie I need to curse someone go shoot them! When's she gonna stop treating me like I'm still a cherub? I'm over fifteen hundred for Zeus' sake." Cupid muttered to himself as he searched Aphrodite's workshop for clues.

Searching the floor around the tables, Cupid's eye caught a flash of silver. "What's this?" he questioned as he bent down to pick up the flashing item.

Lying in Cupid's palm was a metal stud. < Now who around here wear's metal, and's good as causing trouble? Well I guess that narrows the possibilities to dad's side of the family. Wonder if I can get a power trace off it. >

Cupid concentrated his power and focused on any residual energy remaining in the stud. < Ah, not as sneaky as you thought, huh Strife. You should' a walked instead of transporting cousin. >

Now that Cupid knew whom to look for, he focused his powers, searching Olympus for Strife. < Ah, there you are. > Honing in on Strife's power signature, Cupid flashed out to confront his cousin.

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Cupid looked around and found himself in his cousin's bedchamber. Keeping himself invisible, he watched Strife pace back and forth waiving around the missing vial, while muttering to himself.

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Strife was currently plotting the best way to use his newly acquired love potion. "Ya should'a let me have him unc. Ya know I don't have that many followers that are grown. Kids are great, but just not disciplined enough ta give me all the worship I need. By the time they get enough discipline, they choose ta follow someone else. Heck, he's already half mine now, and ya know he won't ever be a warrior. After all I do for ya, and the only thin' I ask for in decades, and ya deny me! Well if ya want him so bad, I'll make sure ya have him. By tha time I get through with ya, you'll wish ya'd given him ta me." Strife grumbled to himself to he juggled the potion from hand to hand.

"I'll just plant a few drops of this in your cup before ya go to taunt Xena and her little tag-along. Then I'll create some kind `a diversion, maybe make Argo rear up or take off right before ya get there. That `a way Joxer will be in the perfect place, at the perfect time. Ya'll fall for him so fast ya won't even have time ta question my little diversion. Once yar warriors see ya actin' like a lovesick fool over Joxer, they'll begin ta question ya. About that time I'll step in and snag a few. An' tha best thin' about the whole plan is, once ya figure it out, ya'll just think it was `Dite gettin' revenge over her Pylos temple! Oh yeah!" Strife stopped talking to himself long enough to do a little dance.

Cupid, seeing that Strife was distracted in his victory dance, popped into view and reached out to quickly grab the potion back.

"Sorry Strife, mom'll like have my ass if I let you mess with her `Joxie'. Like, let go!" Cupid shouted as he and Strife wrestled for the potion.

"NO!" Strife shouted as he struggled to get away from his cousin.

The sound of glass breaking suddenly filled the air. Cupid leapt back trying not to get any of the potion on him.

"What have you done!" He shrieked down at Strife.

Strife looked up at Cupid and smiled. "Cupid!" he breathed.

"Oh Zeus! Don't move Strife, I'll like, get mom and everything will be cool in a few minutes." Cupid sputtered out nervously, as he slowly backed away from Strife.

Strife reached out with his powers and stopped Cupid from being able to leave the room.

< Maybe I should a asked what kinda potion mom was working on? > Cupid thought as he nervously looked for possible escape routes.

"Cupid." Strife said again, still advancing.

"Yeah, Strife?"

"Ya look good enough ta devour." Strife said quietly as he quickly cornered Cupid against the wall.

"Look Strife, you don't wanna do this! It's just mom's potion talkin'. You don't really feel this way!" Cupid attempted to reason with the lust stricken god.

"I don't?" Strife replied as he reached out his hand and ran a finger down Cupid's jaw. "Then why do I want nothin' more than ta lay you down and love ya `til ya can't remember anyone else even exists?"

Cupid realized he was breathing heavily, coming rather close to panting at that statement.

Strife eyed Cupid's wings. Suddenly, the bed changed, and formed into a firm cloudlike mass. < There. That'll take the pressure off his wings when I get him on his back. >

Cupid caught sight of the changed bed, and couldn't control the jolt that ran through his body, straight to his groin. "Strife, I don't want to hurt you, but I'm not gonna just roll over and let you do what you want. If you force me to�"

"Force?" Strife cut in, "I didn't know ya liked ta play, Cupe." With that, Strife leaned in and grabbed both of Cupid's wrists.

"Strife, NO!" Cupid replied as he struggled to free his wrists. Unable to free himself, he relaxed his body, drawing Strife in.

When Strife seemingly relaxed his guard, Cupid suddenly heaved up throwing his weight towards Strife. "Ah, Ah, Ah!" Strife muttered as he twisted around and used Cupid's momentum against him, causing him to land on his back in the bed. "Ares might've trained you, but he trained me, too. And I haven't gone soft working the love trade." Strife finished as he pressed his body flush against Cupid's, holding both of the twisting hands with one of his own, gently grinding his lower body into Cupid's.

"Why are ya fightin' Cupe? I love ya, and want nothin' more than to prove that ta ya." Strife whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on Cupid's lips.

"Strife, please, you'll hate me for this dude. Some of mom's spells are permanent once consummated." Cupid gasped out between kisses.

"I could nevah hate YOU. I've wanted ta do this for so long."

"What?"

"Ya always looked so beautiful flying in the moonlight. The glow dancing off ya'r silky wings, teasin' me with glimpses of ya'r skin as ya twist an' glide through the air. I was just so afraid ta touch ya. Like if I tried, ya'd disappear, and I'd be left with nothin'. I couldn't take that chance. But ya're mine now, and I can love ya all I want." Strife whispered.

"I never knew you felt that way about me. I was afraid to get too close to you. That you'd mock me for feeling what I did for you." Cupid choked out.

"Never!" Strife replied as he released Cupid's hands and reached down to worship with his tongue, the bronze skin that had taunted him for so long.

Cupid thought he was going to suffocate from the tightness in his throat. Quickly bringing himself under control, he grasped Strife's head in both of his hands, lifting his face. Finally when their eyes made contact, he spoke. "I love you, Strife. I have for a very long time."

Cupid encircled Strife with his arms, pulling him up, and underneath him. Lips met in a series of soft testing touches, each one becoming longer and deeper than the last.

With a thought, Strife removed their clothing, and created a pot of oil next to him on the cloud bed. Dipping one hand in, he brought it up to meet his other hand on Cupid's back. Strife massaged his way around Cupid's back, taking care to avoid the wings. Reaching his hand out, he once again dipped it in the oil. Returning his hand to Cupid's body, he wrapped it around Cupid's straining cock, stroking.

Cupid broke off their kiss, and warned, "Strife, you're goin' too quickly."

"Naw, I wanna see you cum." He replied.

Cupid responded by leaning down and taking Strife's cock in his mouth. "Oh, Cupid!" Strife moaned as he ran his hands through Cupid's hair.

Cupid wrapped one hand around the base of Strife's cock, and the other around his ass, massaging his cleft with the oil. Cupid alternated between licking the head and swallowing as much of Strife's cock as possible. < Boy, was mom right, it's always the little ones that surprise ya with the contents of their pants. > Cupid thought, as he tried to deep throat Strife, while sticking an oiled finger in his ass. With a shout Strife came.

Cupid held on sucking and swallowing throughout Strife's orgasm. Finally, Strife collapsed back on the bed. Cupid released the spent cock and leaned up for a kiss. Strife groaned as Cupid's mouth met his in an erotic open-mouthed kiss.

Strife reached his arms around Cupid, lazily bringing his fingers up under Cupid's wings, and lightly running his hands along the bottom of his feathers.

Cupid lifted up, arching his back gasping and making frantic whimpering sounds. Strife looked up wide-eyed, then reached down and stroked Cupid's cock with one hand, while still running the other hand along the underside of the feathers. Cupid came with a strangled scream, before collapsing onto Strife's chest.

"Ya'r so beautiful, Cupe. I don't wanna ever let you go. Marry Me." Strife breathed out, as he gently kissed Cupid's mouth.

Cupid's eyes flashed open to lock onto Strife's. "Are you sure?"

Strife just smiled wickedly and kissed him again.

"Yes." Cupid answered.

Suddenly, Ares, Aphrodite, and Eris flashed into view.

"You heard it! I win." Aphrodite announced with barely restrained joy.

Eris flashed her an evil glare. "Fine, but we're having the ceremony in Zeus' temple. I want a traditional ceremony for my boy."

"Fine, but remember I get to decorate since Strife proposed."

Cupid and Strife slowly sat up looking over at their parents.

Ares rolled his eyes at the two goddesses. "Am I done now?" he inquired, "I do have a war I was in the middle of. There was a rather important assignation happening that I needed to keep an eye on."

Aphrodite and Eris both turned and looked at him. "Are you saying some mortal's assignation is more important than our boy's happiness?" `Dite inquired arching a brow.

Eris cocked her hip and raised her hand forming a fireball.

"All I'm saying is that I've done my part, and I need to get back." Ares raised his hands defensively

"Mom, like, what's goin' on?" Cupid questioned from the circle of Strife's arms.

"Happy Birthday, son." She replied.

"What?"

"The potion was, like, your birthday present." Aphrodite replied as she walked over and placed a kiss on his brow.

"I don't get it." Strife replied.

Growling at Ares, Eris reabsorbed her fireball, and walked over to her son. Leaning down she smoothed back his hair. "Well baby, I knew you wanted the blonde flyboy, here. I caught you sneekin' out one night to go watch him, and followed you. While I was watchin' you, `Dite came along. Seems she knew the flyboy wanted you. So I made you a bit angry with Ares so you'd try to get back at him, and casually mentioned his and `Dite's disagreement over the Pylos war. You did just what I suspected you'd do, and stole her new potion. Of course, it was one she'd made just for this occasion. It does my heart good to know you're still susceptible to my manipulations after all these years." Eris choked out with a tear in her eye.

"Then what was the potion?" Cupid questioned.

"New invention of mine baby. I call it my True Love Accelerator. It speeds up the revelation of true love. If you're not in love with the person, nothin' happens. But if you are in love with them, it like, totally cuts through all the denial and angst that might get in the way, and brings your feelings to the surface." Aphrodite explained.

"So, it doesn't work if ya're not in love already?" Strife questioned.

"Nah."

"So it wouldn't have worked it ya used it on Joxie and dad anyway, Strife." Cupid exclaimed.

Ares head snaps around at that. He growled mentally to himself. < I would have had to make you wish I'd destroyed you for that Strife. No one must know how I feel about Joxer. Especially, not my bubble headed sister and son. >

The End