A/N: Het
smut ahoy! Yes, there's good old m/m because I couldn't
ignore
the siren call of the boys doing boys, but het managed to sneak itself
in there. I have no idea where this came from, I just started writing
and
there it was. I know I've been wanting to write a story wherein Psyche
is treated with the respect I think she deserves, considering what a
large
part she plays in Cupid's life in mythology. I'm hoping this does that
intention justice.
I owe a huge amount of thanks to Candace on this one. If she hadn't
suggested a rewrite, this story wouldn't be nearly as good as I like to
think it is now. A couple of the lines near the end of the story are
hers
and I expanded on a few ideas she had for other parts of the story.
Many thanks also to Darkamber for hunting down the bad
grammar/missing
words/typos not once, but twice, on two different versions of this
story.
There'd be some strange looking sentences here without her assistance.
Any remaining mistakes are entirely my responsibility.
Pairing(s):
Cupid/Strife, Cupid/Psyche/Strife
Warnings: NC-17, m/m and m/f.
Disclaimers: No money, no ownership, no infringement.
Archive: AJCS, strife_lust, my
site and
my
LJ.
Summary: Psyche's gaze is
intent on Strife, her lips slightly parted.
I can see the tip of her tongue and suddenly wish she'd run it over
Strife's
cheek. I'd like to see that, her licking Strife.
Word count: 9454