Title: Chaos Incarnate
Author: Ser-Desa
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Xena/Hercules
Pairings: Cupid/Strife, Ares/Joxer, Apollo/Thanatos/Hades,
Aphrodite/Hephaestus,
Zeus/Hera
Archive: AJCS...anyone else want it, just let me know where it's going
Summary: Strife's friend turns Olympus upside down, the day before
the Winter
Solstice.
Warning: Angst, humor, first time sex, mentions of torture, BOC,
Website: www.geocities.com/angelserdesa
Email Address: AngelSerDesa@wmconnect.com
Author's Note: My answer for the AJCS Secret Santa challenge I received, which
basically wanted someone hurt, his partner helping to tend to him, and sex in
the middle of the tending. I just couldn't add the threesome part though, sorry.
Also, I am borrowing a goddess a fledging author made up for my New King: Joxer
fic...which will be out with parts 4-7 after Christmas.
Note 2: This *started* as an answer to the above challenge, but morphed into
something else. The above challenge is still *in* this fic...it's just farther
down the line, as this fic is rushed due to the fact I accepted this before I
got my babysitting job and then had no time to work on this until today
(12/16/04)
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"Why don't you just tell him?" asks Diayma, Chaos Incarnate, concerned to
Strife, God of Mischief. "He's gonna find out sooner or later, especially since
Aphrodite's his mom."
"No," says Strife, shaking his head. "It's bettah if he doesn't know. I doubt he
cares anyway."
"Strife, this is me you're talking to," says Diayma, wrapping her black-silver
wings around Strife as they lean back on her bed. "I know you. I all but raised
you, especially when you thought I was an invisible friend."
"I'm still the only one who can see yah," Strife points out, bemused.
"Nah, Mania and Bliss can," says Diayma. "They're still Innocent."
"Innocent in soul or mind?" mutters Strife under his breath. "Considering i'm
neithah and can still see yah!"
"Ahh...you're still Innocent in Soul," says Diayma. "And that's all anyone needs
to see me. Ares, Cupid, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus can see me if they believed I
existed, but as they don't, they can. Neither Bliss nor Mania believe that i'm
not real, thus they can see me and since they know i'm real, as long as they
stay Innocent in Soul, they can see me for eternity, as can you."
"I'm not Innocent in Soul," growls Strife. "I've killed. I've
tortured."
"You've done things according to your godhood, and unless the bastard you
tortured really deserved it, you were repetant." Diayma soothes. "The only
instance I can think of when you weren't repetant is when Joxer's torturers were
captured and you helped Ares torture them, and if it wasn't for the fact that he
couldn't see me and would be freaked if the people he was torturing suddenly
died, I would've *helped* to torture them."
"And Callisto," reminds Strife.
"Callisto is a bitch who shouldn't have been granted godhood, even though the
ambrosia. In fact, it shouldn't have worked for her at all. Her or Velasca. If
it did as it should, and didn't work, you would've never died and I wouldn't
have had to turn you into a Chaos Being." Diayma says grinning.
"I-I-I'm a Chaos Being?!" yelps Strife, shocked.
"Only way to save you," grins Diayma. "The only person who is stronger than
you...is me...well, me and Ares."
"Why Unk?" asks Strife intrigued.
"War," says Diayma. "Can generate, and does generate, as much power as Chaos
does. Ares is actually stronger than Zeus but since Zeus degenerated him as a
child, and wouldn't let him have complete access to his godhood...and Ares still
can't access his full godhood now that I think about it...anyway, Ares isn't
stronger than Zeus, or you, because of it."
"Can we give Unk his full godhood?" asks Strife with a grin.
"Slowly...so that it doesn't overload him, but yeah, we can," says Diayma
grinning. "That'll turn Ares into a Chaos Being...and it means i'll have to turn
Joxer into a Chaos Being, otherwise he won't survive it when Ares lets loose."
"Lets loose?" asks Strife grinning.
"Sex, Strife," drawls Diayma. "You have to know what it means."
"I know what it is, considering i've been raped," retorts Strife.
"And that, I am infinately sorry for," says Diayma contritely.
"Ah, not yah fault. Was mine." Strife says soothingly. "Shouldn't have pissed
Tall and Goaty off."
"Oh he'll get his payback," grins Diayma. "Trust me on that."
"Trust?" scoffs Strife. "I don't trust anyone."
"Hey!" protests Diayma. "Whaddya mean you don't trust anyone!"
"Except yah," smirks Strife.
"Payback!" yells Diayma, unfolding her wings before tickling Strife. Strife
yelps and tries to move out of the way but can't escape and both of them end up
laughing as Diayma tickles Strife.
"Uncle! Uncle!" gasps Strife, tears streaming from the corner of his eyes from
laughter. Diayma grins as she sits up, straddling Strife's legs.
"Now that is torture," grins Diayma. "Incredible Tickle Torture."
"Bastard," retorts Strife.
"Nope," says Diayma. "That's Hercules. Alcmene and Zeus never
married."
"And we gotta go," yawns Strife. "Council Meeting in a couple minutes and if I
don't show, Zeus is gonna torture Unk."
"Not on my watch," growls Diayma. "And you still need to tell him."
"No." Strife says firmly before teleporting over to Zeus and Hera's temple,
Diayma following scant seconds later. Invisible to all but Strife, Mania, and
Bliss, she can go wherever she wants but she mainly stays with Strife, he being
her 'adopted' son, as she raised him when Eris all but abandoned him so she
wouldn't end up killing him due to her frequent rages. As they enter the Council
Room, Diayma growls. Zeus is still taking power from Ares. She can see the line
connecting Ares' godhood to Zeus', and power flowing from Ares to Zeus, and Ares
is not replenishing the taken power.
Grabbing a tendril of Chaos energy, Diayma shapes it and ties it into her own
power before throwing the other end of the Chaos Energy Rope around Ares' wrist.
The rope is quickly sucked in by Ares' godhood, and the power is
replenishing...and Zeus cannot take it either. Grinning to herself, as Ares
unconsciously stands straighter, and looks to be more alert, Diayma all but
skips over to Strife, who's standing behind Ares and Eris, the representatives
of the House of War. Aphrodite and Cupid represent the House of Love, Hephaestus
represents the House of Fire, Hades and Thanatos represent Asphodel, Poseidon
and Amphtrite represent the Water Kingdom, and other various gods and goddesses
are there, including Apollo, Asclepius, Athena, Artemis, Demeter, and Hestia.
"Hey, Strife, who's that?" asks Diayma, gesturing to the half-naked man beside
Zeus, holding a goblet of liquid ambrosia.
"Ganymede." Strife whispers. "Zeus' cupbearer. It's also known that Zeus rapes
him, repeatedly."
"Fuck!' curses Diayma. "Strife, don't be alarmed if you don't hear from me for
most of this meeting."
"Working Chaos energy again?" asks Strife softly. They're still awaiting some
unknown god from another pantheon. This Council Meeting is to talk about
negotiations about trading with the Egyptian Pantheon.
"Pretty much." Diayma grins before leaning against the wall. Glancing around the
room, she sees that Zeus is siphoning energy from Hades, Apollo, Cupid,
Thanatos, Asclepius, Ganymede, and Hera, but the energy coming from Hera is
voluntary, as she's also taking energy from Zeus. Grabbing tendrils of Chaos
energy, Diayma slowly turns them into ropes, six of them to be exact. One for
Hades, Apollo, Cupid, Thanatos, Asclepius, and Ganymede. Affixing each rope to
her power, Diayma then throws one rope around the aforementioned six, who's
godhoods absorb the power gratefully, and it keeps Zeus from taking more energy
than needed. Taking herself out of her trance, Diayma grins at the Egyptian
goddess who arrived. It's Isis herself, Mother Goddess and Wife and Sister to
Osiris, Egyptian God of the Dead.
"Welcome Isis, Queen of the Dead," simpers Zeus, knowingly using the wrong
honorific with her.
"Thank you Zeus, God of Thunder and Lightning," replies Isis, also knowingly
using the wrong honorific. Hera bristles but stays quiet, knowing Zeus bought it
upon them.
"Welcome Isis, Mother Goddess of Egypt, Wife and Sister of Osiris, God of the
Egyptian Dead, and Mother to Horus, Heir to the Underground Throne," says
Diayma, nodding her head in respect to Isis. Isis says nothing, having *heard*
Diayma, but knowing that she is most likely the only one who can see her. A
small nod though, conveys her respect.
"We are here to discuss possible trading between our two pantheons," begins
Hera, glowering at Isis. "Does anyone say nay?"
No one says anything, to which Diayma grins and Hera and Zeus both look shocked
but they cover it up quickly.
"Now," says Isis. "What exactly do you want from Egypt and what are you willing
to trade for it?"
"A new God of War," says Zeus cruely, ignoring the startled and hurt look on
Ares' face before he quickly hides it. "You can have whatever you want,
including our *current* God of War."
"No," says Isis. "And not because he's not worthy. Ares would more than likely
help Egypt to prosper. I say no because it's not your call to choose your God of
War, and his Godhood is not allied with you."
"What do you mean?" growls Aphrodite, glaring at Zeus.
"Every Godhood on Olympus should be allied with Zeus, as he's the King of the
Gods," explains Isis. "Should a time of Crisis appear, Zeus can draw power from
every godhood allied to him and defeat almost any evil that should attack. War
is usually allied with the King of the Gods because War is *usually* the King of
the Gods. By all rights, as the strongest, Ares should be King. However,
something happened in his childhood or to his godhood, and for some reason, Ares
cannot access the full power of his godhood, thus he's weaker than Zeus. Because
of that weakness, War unconsciously allied with the strongest godhood in this
pantheon, and it's not yours Zeus."
"Who's is it?" asks Hades, intrigued.
"The same person to whom your Godhood is allied too, as is Apollo's, Ganymede's,
Thanatos', Asclepius', Cupid's, Aphrodite's, Eris', and Hephaestus'," says Isis.
"The Houses of War, Death, Love, Fire, and Intelligence has allied their
godhoods to the strongest godhood on Olympus, most likely without knowing it.
Godhoods have a life of their own at times, and will protect the one to whom
they have bonded too, if it means becoming allies with someone other than the
King of the Gods if he's not the strongest."
"Then who is?" asks Hera snobbily.
"That I cannot reveal," says Isis.
"And why not?" asks Athena coldly.
"Cause she doesn't like any of yah," retorts Strife loudly. "If she did,
don'tcha think she would've showed herself?"
"How do you know it's a she Strife?" threatens Zeus.
"Cause she's the reason yah aren't dead." Strife says with a grin. "All of yah
to think about it."
"How dare you!" snarls Hera standing.
"Sit down Hera, and listen to the boy," says Hades. "About time someone stood up
against you two anyway."
"Want to see Persephone again?" growls Zeus.
"You can't stop me," says Persephone from behind Demeter. "Hades and I talked to
Mom, and she knows the truth."
"What truth?" asks Isis, concerned and intrigued.
"I'm Celeste's lover," grins Persephone. "That's why i'm always down in
Asphodel."
"We're getting off track!" interrupts Poseidon crossly. "We're here to discuss
trade negotitations. We're not here to trade gods or godhoods or anything else
resembling that!"
"Thank you Poseidon," mutters Cupid under his breath, heard only by Diayma and
Strife, who barely stiffle their laughter. Zeus, however, ignores Poseidon and
glares at Strife.
"Explain what you meant by your statement, Mischief," growls Zeus.
"Is there anyway yah can make yerself seen by everyone?" mutters Strife to
Diayma out of the corner of his mouth.
"Actually, yes." says Diayma. "Have Zeus and Hera call my name as if they're
summoning a god or goddess."
"Yah want to know what I meant, summon her yerself." retorts Strife. "Her name's
Diayma."
"Diayma!" roars Zeus and Hera as one. Nothing happens.
"Over here you two," drawls Diayma. Everyone whirls to see a woman, no older in
looks than 18, with floor-length black hair pulled up into a high ponytail and
clear black-silver eyes. Wings, with about a fifty foot wingspan, are folded
against her back, black glittering with silver. She's dressed in a black halter
top, black leather pants, and black mid-calf high boots. Around her neck is a
single amethyst, surrounded by black onyx. Braided through her ponytail is a
strand of heather. "Hi all. I'm Diayma."
"What's your godhood?" snarls Zeus, ignoring the pleasantries.
"Thank you for the respectful welcoming, Diayma, Chaos Incarnate and true Ruler
of Olympus," says Isis before standing and curtsying respectfull. "Egypt is
prepared to negotiate a trade upon your coronation."
"And I will accept a trade from Egypt upon my coronation," replies Diayma. "You
may leave if you wish Isis, or you may stay and watch the downfall of Zeus and
Hera."
"I wish to stay," says Isis.
"I have no objections." Diayma smiles.
"Di, yer confusing," growls Strife.
"That's the point!" grins Diayma. "I'm suppose to be confusing and annoy you to
death."
"You are blessed," says Isis to Strife. "For Chaos Incarnate to treat you as
family, she sees something in you that is good."
"Di raised me because Ma couldn't," says Strife. "And when I was old enough,
explained to me why Ma couldn't raise me."
"Her frequent rages due to the discord between Hera and Zeus," says Diayma at
Isis' questioning look. "Rather than risk Strife's health, Eris left him with
Ares, however, due to the fact that Ares was too busy trying to keep Zeus happy
so that Zeus wouldn't harm anyone of War, especially Strife, I ended up raising
Strife when his three year old soul called for help."
"It was right about that time the wars I had to make started slowing down," says
Ares, remembering that not long after Strife's third birthday, he wasn't as
rushed as before and could actually spend time with Strife.
"Zeus was making unnecessary wars so that he could turn Strife against you all,"
says Diayma. "However, Zeus forgot to count on two things."
"What?" asks Zeus crossly.
"Me and Cupid." Diayma grins. "Cupid was about six or so when Strife turned
three. He knew his father-"
"And knew if he had time, he would've spent most of it with Strife," says Cupid.
"I told him that."
A three year old Strife sits down in the huge throne that belongs to Ares. It's
his third birthday and...no one is there. Jumping down from Ares' throne, Strife
toddles into Ares' bedroom to see Ares asleep, bloodied up from the latest
war...and bandages floating in mid-air along with a pot of warm water and a soft
sponge. Blinking, Strife then realizes that the floating sponge is actually
being held by a young girl, who looks no older than 15 with waist length black
hair and black-silver eyes. She's dressed in what looks to be a backless white
egyptian-style linen gown.
"Well, hello little one," says the girl blinking, looking bemused and shocked to
see him there.
"What wrong with Uncle Ares?" wonders Strife, bright for his three
years of age.
"He's exhausted little one," says the girl. "Do you know Zeus?"
"Goat." declares Strife. The girl laughs.
"Yes, he was a goat," giggles the girl. "Anyway, Zeus is running him
ragged."
"So no birthday for me." says Strife, a bit sadly.
"Not exactly little one," says the girl smiling. "You'll have a birthday party
tonight, okay? We have to let Ares heal from the war, and get some rest."
"Oday." says Strife.
"Now, what's your name?" asks the girl as she wraps a bandage around a
particulary gruesome wound. "I'm Diayma."
"Zeeahma?" asks Strife.
"*Dee* *eye* ma." says the girl.
"Oh. Me Strife." says Strife. "Me gonna be Mischief!"
"And i'm Chaos." says Diayma. "You wanna help me clean up Ares?"
"Oday," says Strife.
"On one condition," says Diayma. "You cannot tell anyone about me
okay?"
"Why?" asks Strife.
"They won't be able to see me. You're special. You are one of the few who can
see me." says Diayma. "So, let's clean him up and get everything read, okay?"
"Oday." says Strife.
"And where do you come into that?" growls Zeus.
"Di took me to Aunt Dite's temple to stay until the party started," retorts
Strife.
"So now what?" asks Apollo, interrupting Hera and Zeus before they can comment.
"Are you going to become the new ruler Chaos Incarnate?"
"Call me Diayma, and yes, I am." says Diayma standing. "Have you noticed that
you suddenly have more energy then normal Apollo?"
"Actually, yes." says Apollo.
"As does Hades, Thanatos, Asclepius, Cupid, and Ganymede." says Diayma. "Right?"
"Yes." says the aforementioned five.
"Zeus was siphoning energy from you six, and from Ares." says Diayma. "You tried
for Strife too, didn't you?"
"How would you know?" snarls Zeus.
"She stopped you," says Strife. "She's been with me since I was *three* Zeus,
*THREE*. She hasn't left my side except when her powers bid her too, and even
then, she left a shield around me. You couldn't siphon any energy from me."
"Enough. I'm tired, and hungry," says Diayma. "And I want to catch up on the
Egyptian news with Isis, so until I say otherwise, Zeus, Hera, you are confined
to your temple and your godhoods stripped. I'm the new Ruler of Olympus, and
Strife, if I have to tell you again, I will lock the both of you in your bedroom
until I see an improvement!"
"Dare and die," snarls Strife.
"I'm tired of your moping," growls Diayma. "So do something or I will!!"
"Are you threatening my nephew?" growls Ares, startling most of the gods and
goddesses there except for Eris, Aphrodite, and Hephaestus.
"No, i'm making a promise." states Diayma. "And when you're ready to access your
full godhood, let me know. I can start undoing what Tartarus Zeus did to it,
slowly though else you'll go insane."
"You also gotta turn Jox," points out Strife.
"Turn my Joxie?" yelps Aphrodite.
"Thank you Strife," Diayma says sarcastically. "Only you could sic love gods on
me."
"What do you mean by turning my Joxie?" says Aphrodite.
"One, he's Ares' Joxer!" yells Diayma, causing dead silence at that. "And two,
he's becoming what he was suppose to be at his birth, the male version of Chaos
Incarnate! He's my brother!"
"He's your brother?" asks Aphrodite, shocked.
"Yes," sighs Diayma. "He came here to be with his lover."
"Who?" asks Zeus snottily. "Can't be my son."
"Actually, it can." Diayma snarls. "Joxer's on Earth for one reason. Ares. Joxer
risked mortality and his life to be with Ares, and Ares, you know Joxer as
Jerome, Jacob, Julius, etc, etc, etc. All of your mortal lovers, both male and
female, have been Joxer's past lives."
"He was Julia, and Jacinda?" asks Aphrodite shocked.
"Yeah, Jacinda was his past life before he became Joxer," says Diayma. "I forgot
about that. That was when he told me to make sure to turn him back into his
FIRST life as my brother, the Male Chaos Incarnate."
"Di, dear," says Isis walking up, "Let them all sleep on this and tomorrow, you
further explain."
"Great idea Isis," says Diayma sheepishly. "Go, sleep on it, come back in the
morning, say, around-"
"Noon," interrupts Strife. "You kept me up all night."
"That wasn't my fault!" yelps Diayma, both she and Strife ignoring shocked looks
sent their way.
"You're his lover?" asks Athena, outraged.
"Eww!!!" says Strife and Diayma as one.
"No," says Diayma. "One, i'm Mated, Bound, and Soul-Linked. Two, Strife's heart
belongs to another."
"Mated, Bound, and Soul-Linked?" asks Aphrodite, intrigued.
"Mated is basically married, Bound is when your Mate and you share blood, and
Soul-Link is where a Chaos Being links your soul with your mate." says Diayma.
"And that's going to be how everyone gets married on Olympus from now on, and I
will break up any marriages that cannot be Soul Linked."
"Who's?" asks Aphrodite, almost fretfully.
"Hera and Zeus', Hades and Persephone's as they are only together in name only,
Cupid and Psyche's," starts Diayma.
"Thanks the Gods," mutters Cupid under his breath, heard only by Diayma, who
grins.
"And Aphrodite," starts Diayma again.
"You're going to break them up?" asks Athena snootily.
"No," says Diayma grinning evilly. "I'm going to Soul Link them tomorrow during
the Council Meeting. I suggest you all spread the word. If anyone wants get to
married, and I don't care if that person is mortal, godly, immortal, or another
creature, bring them before me. If they are meant to be Soul Linked, I will do
it. If not, I won't Soul Link them. Now, you are all dismissed and if you want
to be Soul Linked, bring your chosen before me tomorrow, married already or
not!"
Strife immediately takes off, appearing in Ares' temple along with Eris and
Ares, where Deimos, Phobos, Mania, and Bliss are awaiting them.
"Well?" asks Deimos.
"Olympus has a new ruler," says Eris while Ares sits down in his throne, looking
shell-shocked.
"Who?" asks Phobos shocked. "And weren't you going for trade
negotiations?"
"Strife's had a friend all of these we haven't known about," says Ares.
"Di show herself?" asks Mania hopping over to Strife. "Di show herself?!"
"Yes Mania, Di showed herself," grins Strife.
"Mania could see her?" asks Eris shocked.
"Anyone Innocent in Soul, who believes in Diayma, can see her." says Strife.
"Mania's both, as is Bliss. I think Isis, Mother Goddess, could see her too."
"Why was she talking like she did at the end?" asks Ares.
"She wants me to bring my Soul Mate to the meeting tomorrow to Soul Link us."
says Strife coldly. "Unfortunately, he doesn't know I exist and i'm not binding
him to me for him to hate me."
"Cupid." says Deimos and Phobos as one.
"How would you know?" growls Eris.
"Godly, in love with Strife, thinks Strife doesn't know he exists," says Deimos.
"We got him drunk one night and he spilt all." grins Phobos.
"Spilt all?" asks Ares a bit calmly.
"Not like that!" yelps Deimos. "We don't like Cupid like that! We gotta lover
already!"
"Who?" asks Strife.
"I've got Jayce, Dei has Salmoneus." says Phobos.
"Salmoneus?" asks Ares and Eris bemused.
"Go, tell Cupid, or show him or something!" says Deimos ignoring his father and
aunt. "Preferably infront of Psyche."
"Psycho," mutters Strife disappearing. He reappears in Cupid's temple to see
Cupid ducking at Psyche throws a vase at him. The vase heads for a column, where
Bliss is, looking at his 'mother' with wide green eyes. Not even thinking,
Strife somehow freezes time. Not even questioning it, Strife runs for Bliss,
picks him up, and moves so that he's inbetween Psyche and Cupid. Seeing the vase
frozen in the air, Strife grabs it and then somehow, restarts time.
"Strife?!" yelps Psyche seeing Strife appearing out of seemingly no where, Bliss
in one arm, the vase being thrown at the wall with the other.
"No, it's the Tooth Fairy," deadpans Strife. "Whatcha doing here
Psycho?"
"I won't let some stupid powerful female destroy my wedding!" snarls
Psyche.
"So yah attack Cupid?!" asks Strife, staring at Psyche with astonishment. "Are
you insane?"
"Why are you here anyway Strife?" sneers Psyche.
"I'm here to ask Cupe something," retorts Strife. "It's none of yah
business."
"Either that, or I lock you and him up in a room," retorts Diayma appearing.
"Psyche, come with me." She takes off, taking Psyche and Bliss with her.
Satisfied that Psyche is gone, Strife turns to face Cupid and then realizes
Cupid's injured. Greatly.
"Cupe, what happened?!" asks Strife barely catching Cupid as he falls.
"Nothing serious," says Cupid. "Zeus didn't like the fact that I wouldn't make a
girl fall in love with him."
"Come on Feathers," says Strife, "Let's get you into your room."
"Our room," corrects Cupid. "You're pretty you know."
"And you're delirious." says Strife.
"Nah uh," retorts Cupid. "I'm in pain, but i'm not delirious."
"Cupe, you can't be in love with me," says Strife as they reach Cupid's bedroom.
Shutting the door behind him, Strife gently places Cupid on the bed, being
mindful of his wings. He knows Diayma can makes her very straight so she can
sleep on her back, but he doesn't know if Cupid can. He then yelps as he is
suddenly on his back, Cupid ontop of him, blood slowly dripping down Cupid's
shoulder and onto Strife's suddenly naked body.
"Mine," declares Cupid before kissing Strife deeply. Strife moans, all arguments
flying out of his head as he wraps his arms around Cupid's neck, trying to get
the kiss deepened more. Grinning, Cupid breaks the kiss before latching his
mouth to Strife's neck. Strife cries out as Cupid's teeth break the skin,
drawing blood.
"Didn't know you were a bacchae," gasps Strife.
"Diayma said we're meant to be," says Cupid. "Gave me hope you felt the same way
about me that I did about you."
"And how do you feel about me?" asks Strife.
"I love you," says Cupid.
"And I love you." says Strife before latching his mouth to Cupid's neck, drawing
blood and swallowing it, before kissing Cupid. Cupid arches against Strife,
causing their erections to touch. Both groan.
"Clothes, off, you, now!" demands Strife, Cupid's clothes coming off at the
command. Cupid blinks before gasping as Strife latches his mouth to one of his
nipples, turning them around so that Strife's on top. "Now, since you're
injured, *i'm* doing all the work, as I doubt you want to wait."
"No, I don't," growls Cupid before moaning as Strife licks up a trail of blood,
cleaning him. Neither one notice as they begin to glow, Strife black and Cupid
gold. Strife then grabs Cupid's erection, causing Cupid to yelp and his hips to
jerk upward. Strife grins before suddenly swallowing Cupid whole. Cupid screams
and explodes.
"Abstinance?" wonders Strife after he swallows Cupid's essence.
"Yes," says Cupid gasping. "Only had sex with Psyche enough to get her
pregnant."
"No sex for nearly five years?" asks Strife. "Damn."
"Wanted you or no one," says Cupid before whimpering when Strife suddenly
inserts one lubed finger inside him.
"That's right," says Strife. "You're mine from now on."
Before Cupid can answer, Strife inserts another finger, causing Cupid to moan
and arch into the caress as Strife brushes past his prostate. As Cupid adjusts,
breathing hard, Strife inserts a third, being careful due to Cupid's injuries.
They're mainly just deeply bleeding wounds, thankfully. Pulling his fingers out,
Strife quickly slathers the lube on his own erection before entering Cupid
gingerly. Cupid wants none of that apparently, because he slams himself down on
Strife's erection, causing him to enter him in one smooth stroke. Both of them
gasp, their auras mixing, and Cupid's various wounds healing. Pulling out,
Strife thrusts back in, both of them gasping at the sensation until instinct
takes over and the only sound in the room is the slap of skin against skin.
Suddenly, Strife stiffens, before moaning Cupid's name as he cums inside him.
The splash of hot seed causes Cupid to moan Strife's name as he cums, all over
their stomachs. Slowly pulling out, despite Cupid's wordless protest, Strife
cleans them with a thought before collapsing beside Cupid.
"I do love you," whispers Cupid to Strife.
"And I you." says Strife before they both fall asleep, Strife enclosed by
Cupid's arms and wings.
The next morning, Strife and Cupid arrive in the Council hall to see Diayma
walking around her new throne, looking at it before grinning and snapping her
fingers. Everyone there stares as it turns into a leather clad stuffed chair
with wheels on the bottle and it can spin in a circle as Diayma demonstrates.
"Are we sure you're not a child?" remarks Joxer from the doorway.
"Joxer!!" squeals Diayma before running and jumping on Joxer, who laughs and
hugs Diayma. "You here to get Soul Linked?!"
"Yes, Di, we are." says Joxer as Diayma lets go of him.
"Yay!" says Diayma as she sits down. "Then this meeting is called to order. Now,
who wants to get married and to who?"
"Cupe and I wanna be Soul Link Di," says Strife as everyone else looks to scared
to say anything.
"You beat me to it," says Diayma looking bemused. "You're already Soul Link, and
you did it Strife."
"How could he?" sneers Athena.
"He's a Chaos Being," retorts Diayma. "It's why he didn't die from the Hinds
Blood. I turned him into a Chaos Being, and Cupid has the right to become one
also if he wishes, as do you Ares, as Joxer's Soul-Linked Mate."
"We already did." says Joxer as Ares wraps his arms around him.
"Queen Di-" starts Hades.
"Ack!" says Diayma. "Drop the Queen. Call me Diayma, or Di."
"Or moron," grumbles Joxer.
"Hey!" protests Diayma.
"We want to be Soul-Link," interrupts Apollo.
"We who?" asks Diayma.
"Thanatos, Hades, and I," says Apollo. Diayma nods and looks at the three. Her
eyes turn solid silver and people stare as silver lines begin to appear out of
thin air and join together. As they do, Apollo, Thanatos, and Hades shudder as
the silver lines surround them and soon lines are running every which way, but
the lines only touch the aforementioned three.
"You are Soul-Linked, body, mind, and soul. From now until the end of eternity,
no one shall break the bonds that bind you, even in death." says Diayma. Ares,
Joxer, Cupid, and Strife grin at each other as Diayma continues. It's the Winter
Solstice, and she's granting the one wish everyone wants. Their Soul Mate.
The End