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TITLE: Striferella
AUTHOR: StarEarthAngel
ARCHIVE: AJCS everyone else ask please.
FANDOM: Xena Warrior Princess
PAIRING: Cupid/Strife and Joxer/Ares
RATING: R for now!
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SUMMARY: Cinderella but with the men we love fo course! In Answer to Hergerbabes Fairy Tale challenge! It took me a while but here it is! Hope ya'll like it! and thanx to Beth, the best Beta! :)

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there was a kingdom called Love. The widowed Queen of the Kingdom of Love, Aphrodite, lived in the castle with her son, Cupid. Cupid was a very sad man, even when he was still young. He once had an unbreakable bond with his father, which was lost when the hand of death claimed his father. The King had died a young man, scarring the Prince for life.

Now, many years later, As Cupid grew older, he remained the same. The Prince now ruled in the Kingdom of love, everyone was happy, except the Prince himself.

Queen Aphrodite, concerned by her son's depression, decided to throw a Grand Ball where, she hoped, her son would find not only happiness, but also true love.

Present day: In the Love castle�

Queen Aphrodite rushed around the huge ballroom directing the many servants carrying boxes, and other party items.

"No, no, no, no! Pink! The color scheme is PINK!" The Queen yelled at a very frightened servant carrying a bundle of blue fabric. The man nodded nervously before running off in the opposite direction. Cupid descended the huge white staircase and approached his mother, who was standing in the middle of the ballroom eyeing the scurrying servants.

"Oh, Cupid, dear, you're finally up!" She chirped, waving him over excitedly.

"What's going on?" Cupid asked, slightly confused. "Are you having a party?"

The Queen beamed at her son.

"YOU Cupid! YOU'RE having a party! Well, actually, it's a Ball!" The Queen announced, looking smugly at her son.

"A Ball?" Cupid asked, raising his eyebrows in puzzlement.

The Queen nodded furiously with a huge smile on her face.

"Why?" The Prince inquired, crossing his arms suspiciously.

"Oh, I don't know. You seem, well, kinda lonely. And, since there are so many people in this kingdom, I thought maybe you would meet someone and�" Aphrodite shrugged, trailing off.

"No, I don't think so!" Cupid interrupted.

"Oh, c'mon Cupid! It'll be fun!" A third voice joined the conversation.

Cupid turned slightly towards his friend, Joxer, and gave him a scowl.

"Jox, this is NOT a good idea! Something's bound to go wrong!" The Prince sighed, obviously annoyed.

"See! Even Joxie wants in on the fun!" Aphrodite grinned.

"No." Cupid replied flatly, turning to go back upstairs, closely followed by Joxer.

"It's too late babe! The whole kingdom is coming! I said PINK, you idiot!" The Queen finished yelling at her son, and returned to planning the party.

"What's wrong with my mother?" Cupid fumed. "Is she CRAZY?"

Joxer shrugged.

"No, she wants you to have some fun! C'mon on Cupe! You can trust me! We've been best friends forever! Trust me. We'll have a blast!"

Cupid pushed open the door to his room.

"Joxer, this is going to be soooo stressful! I can't deal with this!" The Prince sighed.

"Cupe, trust me! We'll have a blast!" Joxer repeated.

Cupid smiled in response finally giving in to his best friend.

"Fine, but don't expect anything." Cupid gave in to his best friend.

Joxer smiled back smugly.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get ready!" Joxer pronounced, dragging Cupid out of his room.

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Meanwhile, on the other side of town,

There lived a young orphan named Strife. When Strife was only a little boy, he was abandoned. The child was all alone in the big world, and had no place to go.

One day, a kindly mother, who had two sons of her own named Deimos & Phobos, took Strife in and treated him like family. But when their mother tragically died, Strife's foster brothers became selfish and practically made Strife a slave in his own home.

Years later, Strife joined his cruel brothers to the Kingdom of Love in search of better opportunities. Strife spent his nights dreaming of something better, dreaming beyond where he was. Little did he know that, to find the happiness he desired, he didn't have to dream of far away places; all he had to do was look across the hills, to the royal Castle of Love.

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In the house of Deimos, Phobos and Strife�

Strife sat by the fire, staring into the dancing flames. He would be home alone tonight, as his two idiot siblings would be going to the Ball Prince Cupid was throwing. And his brothers made sure to rub his face in the fact that he would not be going. All he heard throughout the day was,

"I bet I can get into his pants before you!" and "Oh, god! Have you seen his ass?"

Strife couldn't take it anymore! He was becoming more depressed by the second.

"Strife? STRIFE!?" Deimos yelled angrily.

"Strife, come help us! What the FUCK are you doing?" Deimos continued to yell, his voice coming closer.

"Probably whacking himself off." Phobos laughed loudly, quickly joined by his brother.

Strife sighed, still staring into the dying embers of the fire. There was another moment of silence before�

"Strife! Fuck!" A whiney voice chimed again.

Strife sadly got to his feet and exited his room quietly.

"Coming." He replied halfheartedly.

Tonight was not going to be fun. Well, not for him, at least.

Strife came down the stairs and looked at his stepbrothers.

"What?" He asked, rolling his eyes at the scowling pair.

"We need your help. We only have one hour. So, pick up the fucking pace!" Phobos commanded, crossing his arms.

Strife quickly followed the pair into their room, making his way to the closet and taking out some of his brothers' clothes.

"So, what's my best color? Blue or red?" Deimos asked, sitting down on the end of his bed.

"Blue. Your ass looks huge in red." His brother replied with a snicker.

"Fuck you! What do you think, Strife? Blue or red?" Deimos waited expectantly.

Strife shrugged.

"I don't think either one looks good on you." He replied, bringing the pile of clothes over to the bed, and plopping them down.

Deimos scowled. "Oh, what do you know!?"

"Why do you care, anyway?" Strife asked, "Why would the Prince want you?" He smiled smugly, as Phobos joined in with a little giggle.

"Because, Strife, word on the street is that the Prince likes men too. IF ya know what I mean?" He smiled at his brother.

"Well, I kinda gathered that." Strife rolled his eyes. "But I don't think you're his type."

"Shut the fuck up and go get our shoes!" Deimos yelled, throwing the nearest object at Strife.

It missed him by a long shot, and Strife laughed, walking out the door. Tonight was going to be hell.

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Strife was finally alone! His stupid stepbrothers had left, and he had the house all to himself. True, it was no Ball, but at least he had some alone time. He went to his room, and sat by the fire that he had just re-lit.

Strife's mind wandered to thoughts of the Ball, wondering what it would be like. Strife had to admit that he did wish he was there, but his family wouldn't allow him to.

"What are you going to wear? THOSE rags?" His stepbrothers' voices rang in his head.

Strife scowled, getting to his feet to sweep his floor. What did they know anyway? Prince Cupid probably wouldn't give them a second look! Strife looked at the broom. He wished he could dance at the Ball with the Prince. Strife could just see it now! They would look into each other's eyes deeply, and whisper sweet nothings to one another. Then, they would dance the night away! Just the two of them, under the stars, swaying lovingly to the light music.

Strife suddenly found himself dancing around the room with the broom in his arms, to the music that he alone could hear. Strife stopped and looked at the broom, imagining the Prince smiling back at him. Strife slowly moved forward and kissed the broom.

"What are you doing?" An amused voice chimed.

Strife yelped, dropped the broom, and gaped at the face in his open window.

"Oh, god! Ares, you scared me!" Strife panted at his friend.

Ares laughed, and climbed through the window.

"Uh, Ares, how long have you been there?" Strife asked, blushing lightly.

Ares grinned. "Well, I didn't see you dance with that broom, that's for sure". His friend chuckled again.

Ares was Strife's best friends. Ever since Strife first moved to the Kingdome of Love, he and Ares had been inseparable. Ares lived next door to Strife and his brothers.

He and Strife shared a loathing for Deimos and Phobos. Thus, they naturally became friends. Ares tended to cause trouble around town, and usually dragged Strife along for the ride.

"What are you doing here?" Strife inquired, changing the subject before he became even more embarrassed.

Ares shrugged casually.

" I'm going to the Ball. Wanna tag along?" He asked, smoothing one hand over his hair.

Strife shook his head.

"I can't. If I'm not here when the dumb asses get back, I'm toast." He sighed wearily.

"Well, the Ball ends at about one in the morning so, if we leave at midnight, we should be okay." Ares responded, dragging Strife towards the window.

"I don't know! What if�" Strife began.

"What if, what if, what if! C'mon! It'll be fun! Fuck your brothers! Besides, I don't wanna go alone!" Ares shot back, pulling Strife up and out of the open window.

"Why can't you go alone?" Strife asked curiously.

"Well," Ares smiled, "Cupid always hangs around this sexy guy I'd like to meet."

Strife cocked his head curiously.

"Then why do you not want to go alone? Don't you want him to know you're available?"

Ares shook his head.

"Nooooo! I'm playing hard to get! Now, come on!" He growled, getting annoyed.

"Well, I have nothing to wear." Strife protested.

Ares grunted, pulling Strife over to his carriage.

"That's where I come in! C'mon, you can change in the carriage!"

Strife had no time to protest as he was pushed into the carriage.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cupid and Joxer stood at the side of the Ballroom, watching people arriving. So far, Cupid was not in the least bit impressed. All the dull and boring women that came were just wasting his time. He hadn't seen one person he was even remotely interested in.

Joxer turned toward Cupid, sighing deeply.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea." He frowned, turning back to the huge crowd.

Aphrodite interrupted the young men.

"Having fun, boys?" She smiled, crinkling her nose.

"No." Both men flatly said in unison.

The Queen frowned, and looked across the room.

"Oh, look! Those two look cute!" She said, pointing over to two girls who were smiling and giggling near them.

"Oh God, Mom! Those are those girls, Xena and Gabby?! They are such skanks! Besides, Mom, I'm gay, not bi!" Cupid stated.

"Oh, yeah." Aphrodite replied, realizing her mistake. Placing her hands on her hips, she scanned the room again.

"Oh! Ok, how about those two sexy men over there?" She smiled smugly, thinking she had finally succeeded.

Joxer and Cupid scowled, then laughed.

"Aphrodite, that's Hercules and Iolaus! Not only are they nasty, but they're kinda already 'together.'" Joxer laughed, looking over at the pair who were looking back at them lustfully.

"Well, maybe it's a foursome they're after!" The Queen smiled, waiting for a reaction from her son.

Cupid chuckled slightly. "Yeah, they wish!"

Aphrodite exhaled in frustration.

"Well, if you see anyone you're interested in, let me know." She announced, and walked off towards a large group of men.

Joxer and the Prince stood without speaking for a second or two before Cupid broke the silence.

"Well, can we go now? I gave it a chance!" He whined, slumping over.

Joxer laughed.

"Oh, LOOK!" Joxer laughed, pointing over at Deimos and Phobos, who were approaching them quickly.

"Oh, god!" Cupid groaned, desperately looking for an escape route but not finding one in time.

"Hello." Deimos grinned as sexily as he could at Cupid and Joxer.

"Oh, hi! Will you excuse me?" Joxer replied, and walked off without waiting for any response.

Cupid glared at Joxer's retreating back before focusing on the problem in front of him.

"I'm Deimos, and this is my brother, Phobos." He announced, moving closer to the Prince.

"Uh ... Oh, Hey! I'm Cupid." He said nervously, backing away slowly.

"What do you say we get to know each other a little better?" Phobos smiled seductively.

Cupid smiled nervously. He was going to KILL Joxer!

Strife and Ares approached the palace doors and entered a room filled with a mass of people. Strife was wearing clothes which he thought way too dressy for his taste, but Ares said he looked good in them, so he went along with it.

Strife scanned the room, eagerly looking for Cupid in the thick crowd.

"Oh!Oh, there he is!" Ares announced, pointing to a man walking away smiling, from the Prince.

"C'mon, you have to help me!" Ares pleaded.

"Help you do what?" Strife asked, mildly puzzled.

"Oh, baby! We can't! Not here!" Ares said rather loudly.

Strife, now really confused, stared at Ares.

Joxer paused, looking in the couple's direction curiously.

"Well, I don't know. We'll just have to see won't we?" Ares chuckled, making up a conversation.

Strife was still confused, and merely stood there nodding.

"Oh! It's working!" Ares whispered, as Joxer put down his wine and approached them.

"Umm, excuse me, but is there a problem?" Joxer asked, glaring at Strife.

"Oh, no! Not at all." Ares smiled.

Joxer nodded and smiled back.

"Have I met you before?" Joxer asked shyly, looking Ares up and down.

"No, I don't think so. I'm Ares." The larger man replied, coolly offering a hand.

"Joxer" The slimmer man replied, still looking at Strife.

"Do you want to, um, go somewhere and get acquainted?" Joxer asked eagerly.

"Sure." Ares replied, winking at Strife in triumph. Strife held back a chuckle as the two men left.

Strife suddenly became aware of how alone he was, despite the fact that there were hundreds of people dancing and talking loudly. He looked down, feeling over-dressed. His beautiful blue outfit lined with gold made him self-conscious, even among all the other bright shouts of purples and reds. And the shoes! Strife felt the shoes were a little over the top. They were also blue and shone brightly. ((Kind of, like glass)) Strife thought to himself. He sighed. He was alone, uncomfortable and, on top of that, he didn't know anyone! What was he going to do now?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cupid managed to ditch the brothers from hell at the punch bowl. They had been practically jumping him every chance they got. Cupid scanned the room, looking for Joxer. He wanted to leave! And go somewhere, anywhere! Cupid froze when he saw a man at the top of the staircase looking around with a mixture of annoyance and shyness. The Prince's mouth hung open as he examined the man from head to toe. The stranger's beautiful eyes immediately held Cupid's. And the way he was dressed! He looked good enough to eat! He HAD to go over and meet him. Cupid took a deep breath, and walked quickly over. The man with the beautiful eyes saw Cupid immediately and smiled shyly, looking down. Once he finally reached his goal, Cupid smiled.

"Hey." He greeted his guest.

The handsome stranger looked up, and then around and behind him, before he realized that the Prince was actually addressing him. He returned the Prince's smile as a faint tinge of red came to his cheeks.

"Oh, hello." He replied, fidgeting nervously.

"I'm, I'm Cupid." The Prince introduced himself, offering his hand in greeting.

"I'm Strife." He returned Cupid's smile and took his hand gently, shaking it.

"Would you like to talk with me out in the courtyard?" Cupid asked in a hopeful tone.

Strife nodded vigorously, and the Prince led him out of the side doors.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Aphrodite spotted her son leading a man out into the castle gardens. She perked up immediately, and rushed over to Joxer.

"Joxer! Joxer!" She called, practically hopping in place.

"What?" Joxer asked, dragging his attention away from Ares.

"Who's that man Cupid's with?" The three looked up in time to see the two men exit the castle.

"Oh, that's Strife! He's my friend." Ares explained.

"Finally!" She smiled, walking away.

Joxer and Ares looked at one another tenderly.

"Wanna go somewhere less crowded?" Joxer suggested.

"Oh, yeah! Ares replied, following his new beau out of the Ballroom.

Cupid sat down at the edge of the fountain and motioned for Strife to sit next to him.

"So." Cupid began. "Why haven't I seen you around before?"

He smiled gently, placing his hand over Strife's. The other man smiled shyly, and looked down.

"Oh, my family doesn't, I mean, I don't get out that much, I'm usually busy." Strife lied, nodding his head.

"Well, I'm glad I got to meet you." Cupid laughed quietly.

Strife smiled and looked up at the Prince, meeting his eyes. Cupid moved a hand up and cupped Strife's cheek gently. Strife closed his eyes and leaned into Cupid's hand, sighing happily.

"I'm glad I met you, too." He whispered, his eyes still closed.

Cupid moved a hand under Strife's and drew his head up. Strife opened his eyes and looked at Cupid.

"You have amazing eyes." Cupid whispered, stroking the side of Strife's face.

"I don't want. . . " Strife sighed deeply.

Cupid drew away quickly.

"Oh ! Um . . . I'm sorry!" He said quickly, a bit flustered.

"No!" Strife corrected. "I don't, I don't want this to end." He sighed, looking down morosely.

Cupid gave a sigh of relief. "It doesn't have to."

Strife looked up into the Prince's eyes, and they intertwined their hands. Cupid held his breath and moved in gradually capturing Stife's lips in a soft, passionate kiss. Strife moaned happily and scooted closer to Cupid. The Prince moved his hands up and held Strife lightly in his arms. Cupid deepened the kiss, moving his tongue inside his new lover's mouth. Strife joined in and used his own tongue to explore the the Prince's mouth softly.

The two men exchanged tender kisses under the velvet black sky dotted with silver lights. And Strife had to admit, Cupid was a much better kisser than the broom he had experimented with earlier. Cupid's breath hitched as he felt Strife's hand snake up the length of his leg. Before Strife was able to make any real progress, however, the loud chiming of the church bell interrupted. Strife pulled away looking, at the clock.

Midnight on the dot.

Strife leapt to his feet immediately, followed by Cupid.

"What? What is it? What's wrong?" Cupid asked, worriedly.

"I'm sorry, but I gotta go!" Strife rushed off back towards the castle.

"Wait!" Cupid protested, chasing after him.

"Will I ever see you again!?" Cupid asked,continuing to chase after Strife through the Ballroom.

"Yes! I mean, I donno! I hope so!" Strife called over his shoulder.

Strife exited the castle and quickly ran down the stairs, hopping into Ares' carriage which quickly pulled away. Cupid watched sadly as the carriage rolled down the hill and out of sight. Cupid slumped his shoulders as he walked back up the palace stairs.

"Hey Cupid! I met the best guy tonight!" Joxer announced approaching his friend.

Cupid smiled sadly.

"Yeah, me too." He replied, looking down the steps.

Something on the stairs caught Cupid's eye. Picking up the object, recognition struck a chord, reminding him of a pair of beautiful blue eyes.

"Strife! It's Strife's!" The Prince cried out.

"Huh?" Joxer stated, puzzled.

Cupid grinned widely. "C'mon! I'll explain."

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Ares smiled as Strife flung himself into the carriage just as they began to pull away.

"So, what did you and princey boy get up to?" Ares teased.

Strife smiled broadly. "Probably the same thing you and that guy, Joxer, did." He grinned back.

Ares laughed, but stopped when he saw a look of distress on his friend's face.

"What?" Ares questioned.

"Your shoe! It's gone!" Strife was flustered.

Ares cocked his head to one side, confused.

"It musta fallen off my foot!" Strife exclaimed.

Ares gave a moan. "Strife! That was my favorite pair of shoes!" Ares grumbled.

"Oh, get over it! I'll find it! Hopefully."

Ares glared at his friend before shrugging the matter off.

"Oh, well Forget it. I want to know what happened between you and the Prince." The bigger man smirked at his young friend.

Strife smiled back, remembering every detail.

Strife sat on his bed with a bittersweet smile on his face. He! HE, of all people, got to be with Cupid! HE got the prince! Strife collapsed back onto his bed and looked up at the ceiling with a big smile. A door slamming announced the arrival of the rest of his family.

"God! That Prince was a fucking GOOD kisser!" He heard one of them yell.

Strife laughed at his stepbrothers' attempts to make him jealous, and shrugged off the lie. Strife's happiness suddenly faded to worry. Would he ever see Cupid again?? He frowned. Of course he would! After all, it was true love! Strife thought, rolling over and falling asleep.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Cupid sat on the edge of the fountain he and Strife had sat on last night. It was morning now, and the birds were chirping happily. Cupid had been up all night thinking about Strife and gazing fondly at the dress shoe which he now held in his hand. He had to find him! Had to! Joxer and another man appeared from within the castle, interrupting his thoughts.

"Still thinking about him?" Joxer frowned, standing closely to his companion.

"Yeah. I don't even know where I'm going to find him." He sighed despondently.

Ares saw the shoe and laughed.

"So you found my shoe huh?" He asked.

Cupid stared at him, puzzled.

"This isn't yours! It's my love's shoe!" He corrected.

Ares laughed again.

"Oh, you mean Strife?" He asked.

The Prince leapt to his feet.

"You know him?" He asked eagerly, approaching the pair.

"Oh course! He's my best friend!"

Cupid beamed at Ares.

"Where can I find him?" He asked urgently.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

It was the night after the Ball and Strife was alone in his bed, thinking about Cupid. His hopes of actually ever being with him ever again had dimmed. How could he have thought he would even have another chance with Cupid, even if he happened to run into him? Strife's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a tapping at his window.

"Go away, Ares!" Strife whispered loudly, looking over at his window.

He was shocked to see that, instead of Ares at his window, it was . . .

"Cupid!?" Strife yelped in surprise.

He quickly got to his feet and crossed the room. Strife nervously opened the window and the Prince crawled in silently.

"How did you find me?" Strife asked, smiling broadly.

Cupid grinned.

"Oh, a friend told me."

"So, you're still. . . interested in me?" Strife asked hesitantly.

Cupid laughed.

"Of course! I've thought of nothing but your eyes since last night." He smiled as he moved closer, and laid a kiss on each of Strife's eyelids.

"And, your lips." He went on, moving down slowly to Strife's lips, which he seized in a firm kiss.

Strife pulled away after awhile and looked deeply into the Prince's eyes.

"You don't care that I'm a, I'm a, commoner?" He asked anxiously.

"Of course not! The only thing I care about is you, and you and me, and us being together. Forever! I think, I think I love you." Cupid sighed, holding Strife in his arms.

Strife smiled again.

"I think I love you, too." He replied softly, closing his eyes.

"C'mon, let's go!" Cupid grinned, pulling Strife out his bedroom door.

"What? Where are we going?" Strife questioned, as he and his new love walked out of his room.

"We're going to tell your family!" Cupid announced.

Before Strife could protest or explain, he was dragged out into the hallway.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

"Oh my god!" Strife's brothers cried out as Cupid and Strife appeared in front of them hand in hand.

Strife smiled shyly, and looked at his feet.

"What are YOU doing with the Prince?" Deimos demanded.

"He's come to see ME!" Phobos exclaimed.

Cupid rolled his eyes. He hadn't known that this was Strife's family. Strife looked over at Cupid and smiled, blushing lightly.

"Yeah, right! I came for Strife!" The Prince corrected, kissing his true love lightly on the lips.

Strife's brothers stood in shock, their mouths agape.

"What the fuck is this?" Deimos demanded, green with envy.

"Have you met Cupid?" Strife asked innocently.

Cupid smiled at the stupefied brothers.

"Yeah, we met." The Prince answered, smirking at Strife's dumbfounded siblings.

"Well, c'mon!" Cupid finally exclaimed, breaking the silence.

Strife look at Cupid slightly puzzled.

"Where are we going?" He asked curiously.

"Remember? You're moving into the castle with me." Cupid winked at him.

"REALLY?!" Strife cried out in happy surprise.

The Prince nodded happily.

"Oh...ok!" Strife smiled with joy. Cupid picked him up, and headed towards the door.

"Bye!" The Prince grinned, opening the door with one hand and disappearing into the night.

Deimos and Phobos stood in silence, still in shock.

Cupid and Strife, along with Ares and Joxer entered the royal carriage and it immediately took off towards the castle. Strife could hardly believe it! Not only was he moving away from his stupid stepbrothers, but he had also found the love of his life. And, from the looks of things, so had Ares, Strife thought as he watched his friend smiling happily and moving in to kiss Joxer.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Strife and Cupid sat on the end of the Prince's bed, holding hands tenderly.

"So, are you � happy?" Cupid asked hesitantly.

Strife smiled at his new lover.

"Of course! I'm in love!" Cupid blushed shyly as Strife beamed at him.

"I love you, too.Welcome home, Strife." The Prince said softly, kissing his beloved.

Strife smiled and leaned forward kissing, Cupid again. Cupid deepened the kiss and pushed his tongue lightly past Strife's lips, massaging his his love's tongue with his own. Cupid pulled away and pushed Strife down onto the bed gently, placing gentle kisses along his neck. Strife moaned softly and wrapped his legs around Cupid's waist while sliding a hand under the prince's shirt and exploring his hard body with his hands. Strife pulled Cupid's shirt over his head and tossed it aside along with his own. Cupid quickly un-did Strife's pants and slipped them off his hot, writhing body, tossing them aside to join their shirts. Finished removing his own pants, Cupid pressed his hot skin against Strife's. They both moaned quietly at the sensation.

Strife moaned again as Cupid's hard cock rubbed against his. The Prince sighed as Strife's hands explored his body; everywhere his new lover touched him exploded with passion.

Strife wrapped his legs around Cupid, allowing him to press even closer. He shifted on top of the Prince and began to trace soft, wet kisses all over his chest. Cupid twisted the cool sheets in his hands as Strife traced down his body.

"Please, Strife! I need you!" The Prince moaned in frustration.

Strife finally moved down to his love's hard shaft. Strife wrapped his mouth around his whimpering lover's painfully hard cock. He slowly moved down its length making, Cupid gasp sharply. The Prince moaned softly as his new lover continued to work on his throbbing cock. Strife slowly brought his head back up to Cupid's and kissed him tenderly.

"I want you in me." Strife managed to speak, breathing raggedly.

"Oh, God! I want you so bad!" Cupid replied, breathing as heavily as his lover.

Cupid slowly worked one finger into his lover, kissing him passionately. Strife gasped softly as Cupid worked a second finger in, followed by a third. The Prince searched for a moment before finding his lover's pleasure spot. He rubbed against it, enjoying the way Strife moaned loudly and pushed back. He then quickly removed his fingers, replacing them with his painfully hard cock. Cupid moaned as he slid gradually into his lover's writhing body.

"Please, Cupid, need, you!" Strife urged him on. Breathing intensely, Cupid slowly drew his lover up to his knees. Cupid wet his lips sensuously and sheathed himself completely in his lover's tight, slick heat. Beneath him, his lover shuddered and thrust back. Cupid slowly pulled out, and then thrust back into his lover, hitting his pleasure spot with each motion. Strife cried out in pleasure, making Cupid draw out and thrust in faster. Cupid slid one of his hands around and grasped Strife's cock firmly, stroking the long shaft. Strife cried out and tightened around him. As Cupid felt his lover's ass clamp down around his cock while hot come spilled over his hand, he thrust into Strife one more time and also came, crying out his new lover's name. The exhausted couple collapsed next to each other, catching their breaths.

"I love you." Cupid whispered into Strife's ear.

Strife smiled and looked at his new lover.

"I love you, too."

The new lovers kissed each other softly, thoroughly happy for the first time in their entire lives.

And they all lived, Happily Ever After.