Title: Winner
Author: Waiting Sky
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waitingsky@hotmail.com.auDisclaimers: Standard Disclaimers
Pairing: Joxer/Ares
Warnings: Naked Zeus and truncated sex scene
Winner
Sneaking in what he thought was a terribly good sneak, Zeus crept
across the bedroom of Ares Olympus temple. Ignoring the squeaks from
his sandals on the marble floor, he crept up to the bed that
dominated the room. Covetous eyes wandered across the sheer black
spread to the pale mortal stretched unaware and asleep in the center.
Long limbs hogged the space, legs spread akimbo and outlined achingly
beautiful by the black fabric. Two arms spread widely, one over the
pillows, the other twinned graceful in the loose sheeting that lay to
the side.
Zeus smirked at the beguiling view. He'd always appreciated
aesthetically pleasing images. Removing his own tunic quickly, he
slid onto the bed. Admiring his own smooth movements without a trace
of modesty, he straddled the deeply sleeping man with enthusiasm.
When Ares had first brought this Joxer to Olympus, Zeus had been
taken with the youth. Barely fifteen summers, the boy had been
dedicated to Ares as an infant, and the love for his god that shone
brightly on his smooth features had proven tempting for many of the
gods. It was so rare that they got worshippers that truly appreciated
them enough and were willing to share their vitality. Ares had been
so proud, arrogantly looking down at the other envious gods.
Zeus sighed in satisfaction as he lowered himself to sit on the
mortal's thighs. He had asked Ares to give him the child, but his own
son had laughed at him. Refusing, he had waved Joxer over, taunting
Zeus with the youths slim form that was barely encased in the
traditional shift of a priest to war. Furious, Zeus had restated his
request as an order. Ares had stopped smiling. Glowing with rage,
father and son had tried to stare each other down. Aphrodite was the
only deity present that dared to intervene, reminding them both
quietly that as a voluntary guest on Olympus, Joxer had the right to
decide for himself.
Sure of his success, Zeus had turned a forceful glare on the mere
mortal. He was king of the gods, not Ares, and this mortal had to
know that his wrath would outweigh any protection Ares might give.
The lanky child had merely turned a puppyish look of adoration to the
war god, answering without words his decision.
Fury swamping him, Zeus had cursed Joxer. Destroying his memories of
Ares and the gods as anything but distant idols, he had banished the
mortal from Olympus, and forbid Ares to ever again view him with
personal interest, lest Joxer's life be forfeit.
Ares had managed his curse well, never letting on that the wannabe
warrior had once been his favorite, and that it was his severance
from the house of war that left him incapable of the warrior's
skills. His hate filled glares and plots had warmed Zeus's heart, and
he revealed in his son's pain.
When Xena and her bard temporarily bereft all the gods of their
power, Zeus hadn't even recalled the boy that traveled with them. It
hadn't been until Ares had officially claimed the mortal in full view
of the pantheon that the king remembered his curse, and that all such
rulings had been made void.
Zeus was a patient god when his power was challenged, however.
Waiting until Ares was far enough away and distracted, he had made
for the war temple. Ares had forgotten who was king, and this little
issue of possession WOULD settle in Zeus's favor.
Leering at the bared form under him, Zeus reached out and ran an
exploring finger along the faint outline of Joxer's ribs. What he
wasn't expecting was the convulsing twitch that jackknifed the lithe
form, sending Zeus flailing backward into one of the bed's decorative
posts. Shaking his head to clear the wooziness, he got back to his
knees with difficulty. Ticklish mortal – avoid ribs at all costs.
Under Zeus's now cautious eyes, the still dreaming mortal sighed,
lips parting gently and a rosy tongue peeked out cutely. Zeus felt
himself harden with lust and he made his way back over to the mortal.
Moving in from the side this time, he grasped the pale shoulder, only
to gasp for breath as a fast moving fist socked him in the stomach.
Wheezing, he glared at the oblivious man who rolled over onto his
stomach.
"Glnm…mess with…mighty…mumph…foolish brigands…"
Resisting the urge to swear, Zeus looked again. Now he regretted not
listening more to Athena's tactic talks. It seemed war's lover was a
little too dangerous to approach without a plan. Briefly, Zeus wished
for a set of chains, but if he used his powers here, Ares might hear,
even through the din of battle.
This time, Zeus wouldn't give the youth time to attack. Leaping in a
soaring arc that often impressed his lady friends, his eyes widened
as Joxer rolled away, baring the sword that had lain underneath him
that was now jutting at an angle toward the god trying desperately to
fly without wings. Failing, Zeus hit the sword's scabbard with his
stomach, sending him rolling frantically off the bed, clutching at
the wounded midriff.
He slept on a SWORD? It appeared is son's follower was as insane as
Ares. Considering giving up, he caught sight of Joxer's hand moving
gradually down his body. Zeus's mouth went dry as long fingers ran
small circles over his chest, brushing over thew nipples before
moving downward. Irresistibly drawn, the god stumble painfully to the
bedside the mortal was close to. Reaching down to fondle his own
hardness as the mortals questing hand lightly brushed at the dark
curls around a semi hard cock, Zeus moaned aloud as the mortals mouth
widened. White teeth stood out in contrast to the darkened lips, and
Joxer's tongue made slow sweeps around the reddened flesh, leaving
them glistening in the rooms soft glow.
Bringing his dick's weeping head to the morals mouth, Zeus sighed in
pleasure as he pushed it into the warm recess. Small teeth scraped
lightly over the intrusive flesh, before biting down fiercely.
Zeus bellowed. Red and black consumed his vision as he desperately
flashed back to his own temple. Cradling his injured penis gingerly
while murmuring it condolences and apologies, he resolved to let
Joxer be. It wasn't as if the mortal was that important, and he'd die
sooner or later anyway. Comforted by his rational, but to sore to
seek other company, he retired to bed, his dreams filled with tiny
brigands poking him with stick and giggling, while white mountains
fell endlessly down on him.
Ares flashed into his temple, sword in hand. Another god had used
their powers in this room, and Ares was ready to kill anything out of
place. Fury lit eyes scanned the sleeping quarters, even as blood
from the unnaturally short battle dripped onto the room's floors.
Moving speedily to his lover's side, he frantically searched the
figure with his eyes, looking for any injury or problem. Temporarily
softening at the innocent look on his lover face, he felt the anger
rise again when he spotted flecks of blood marring the lower lip.
Waking Joxer carefully with a small bell sound. He waited until a
blurry recognition lit up the warms brown eyes before rushing onto
the bed and grabbing his mortal. Second checking for injuries with
his hands this time, he examined Joxer's lips minutely, relaxing only
when he found no sign of any injury.
"Ares?" a sleep blurred husk questioned. Are raised an eyebrow
silently, retreating back into his normal façade now that he was
reassured the mortal hadn't been damaged while he was gone.
"Sleep well?" Ares asked with a slight tinge of sarcasm. His lover
could sleep through anything. Although it proved annoying when it
came to avoiding the accident-prone man's fumbling before he woke, it
did allow for some interesting liberties with his body while he
wasn't awake to argue. Joxer rarely injured Ares when he touched him
before waking, but the god had noticed others were noticeably less
fortunate. That fact was a source of pride to Ares. He liked Joxer,
maybe even loved him a little, and the wannabe warrior's unconscious
acceptance of his god satisfied Ares possessive tendencies.
Joxer smile happily at his god. "Very," he replied cheerfully,
missing the sarcastic undertones. "I am kinda hungry though." Joxer
rubbed a rueful hand over his stomach to demonstrate, and it gargled
loudly. Ares was too intent watching the wandering hand to laugh at
the red blush that stained Joxer's skin. Joxer gave a self-conscious
chuckle. "See, I was having this dream about eating. I think it was a
large chicken…" Are covered Joxer's mouth with his own, identifying
the distasteful copper leftovers as his fathers blood. Uncertain of
what the old bastard had done, since he could tell nothing had
happened to Joxer, Ares put thought to deal with the interfering god
at the back of his thoughts before returning to his favorite
worshippers mouth. Plenty of time to deal with that later.
Aphrodite had been making noises about finding Joxer some golden
apples to get an immortal babysitter for Bliss, and Ares was fairly
sure his stubborn sister would manage. Rolling Joxer onto his back
forcefully, Ares attacked the mortal's weak points mercilessly. It
was better than he could have planned. Aphrodite would make Joxer
immortal, Joxer would still be his by claim, and Ares would get an
immortal worshipper and lover without anyone thinking he'd gone soft.
Damn, he was good. Zeus might just have competition for his
unbeatable title yet. It was only a matter of time before Ares proved
more determined than him.
Raking his nails down Joxer's chest as he fucked him, Ares set those
thoughts aside with his earlier plans to deal with Zeus. Maybe
tomorrow. Tonight, he had other things to do.
END
Waiting Sky