Games
by Mythdefied
September 1999

The moonlight illuminated the camp better than a fire, showing clearly the too-pale man straddling his bare chest. "Now, you're gonna be good, right? 'Cause otherwise I'll have to start doing some carving, here," Strife said in a low voice, grinning in a manner that made Iolaus shiver beneath him.

Having no other choice, Iolaus risked a slight nod. He couldn't help glancing across the camp to where Hercules lay. His friend still slept soundly, oblivious to the world around him.

"You think Jercules could save you?" Strife said in a hiss, leaning in close to him. "I'd cut your throat before he got his ass anywhere near you. So don't even think about trying to wake him up. Got it?" He didn't need the dagger of course, but he had a definite love of physical violence.

Another nod. Iolaus realized the truth in everything Strife said. He'd have to deal with this on his own. The hand left his mouth then, giving him back some measure of freedom, but he knew better than to use it.

"So, are you fucking the stiff?"

The question surprised him and for a moment Iolaus considered not answering. Then the dagger pressed more firmly into his skin and he couldn't mistake the meaning of that.

"No," he replied in a whisper.

"Didn't think so." Strife's grin turned to a smirk. "He's way too uptight for a hot little piece like you. Do you think about it, though? Wonder what it'd feel like, him on top of you, fucking you till you drop?"

"Do you?" Iolaus retorted, and instantly regretted it when the Strife's expression grew cold.

"Well, if you can't keep your mouth shut, then I got a better use for it." With his free hand, Strife unlaced his black leather pants and worked them down, freeing his hard cock.

"What's the matter, Iolaus? Don't wanna talk anymore?" he taunted. "Now, you're gonna make real sure this is good, because if I don't feel like you're doing your best, you're gonna regret it. Oh, and don't even think about biting." Sticking the dagger in the ground beside Iolaus' head, Strife moved farther up on his chest, pinning Iolaus' arms with his knees. "Now get to it," he ordered.

Glaring, but well aware of the weapon within the Strife's reach, Iolaus obeyed. Lifting his head slightly, he flicked his tongue over the underside of the thick shaft, near the base. The angle was uncomfortable but he continued. Using the same light brushes of his tongue, he slowly worked his way up the long cock. Reaching the head, he licked his way around it, drawing a low moan from the god above him.

It was awkward without the use of his hands, but Strife obviously had no complaints about his technique. Replacing his tongue with his mouth, Iolaus began working the head of the cock. The angle made it very difficult to do, but he continued. He progressed slowly from a few gentle licks to hard suction -- then he let his teeth graze over the tip.

Strife gasped sharply, and a pleased smirk crossed his face. "You're pushing it, Blondie, but keep going." Grabbing a handful of the blond curls, he forced Iolaus' head up a bit higher.

That hurt! But Iolaus didn't dare complain. Putting the discomfort out of his mind, he used the new angle to take a bit more of Strife's cock into his mouth. Sucking hard, he pulled back slightly to lick away the salty drops leaking from the tip.

That seemed to break Strife's control. Iolaus almost choked a fraction of a second later when Strife suddenly shoved into his mouth, down his throat without pause. Before he could recover from that, Strife pulled partially out, then thrust back in with a groan.

"Damn, you look good like this," Strife muttered, rising up on his knees a bit, freeing Iolaus' arms as he pushed deeper. "That mouth of yours looks so fucking hot wrapped around my cock."

Another hard thrust had Iolaus almost choking again. Grabbing hold of Strife's thighs reflexively, he tried to relax his throat muscles as Strife continued pushing into his mouth.

Iolaus glared at the god above him again, but Strife just grinned cruelly in response, increasing the pace of his hard thrusts.

"You know you love it," Strife whispered, and with one final, deep push, he came.

Bittersweet and thick and far too much of it -- Iolaus couldn't swallow in time and it trickled from the corners of his mouth as Strife pulled out.

Still gasping for air, Iolaus suddenly felt a tongue leisurely cleaning the come from his chin and throat. The sensation sent an involuntary shiver through him. By the time Strife finished, Iolaus was trembling beneath him, aroused from the sheer intimacy of being licked like that. Grinning, Strife kissed him hard before suddenly releasing him.

Standing, he quickly put his clothing back in order. "I'd love to fuck you, make you beg me to let you come and all that, but I gotta war to get to. I'll do it next time." He leered down at Iolaus. Then a loud snore from the other side of the fire attracted his attention and he looked away. "Damn, Jercules can sleep through anything." he muttered, shaking his head in wonder.

Iolaus sat up then, grabbing the dagger left buried in the dirt. "Hey, Strife." When the god looked back down at him he threw the dagger hard, his aim perfect -- and Strife caught it easily.

"Thanks," Strife said with an amused grin.

"Yeah," Iolaus grinned back. "You know, if you keep leaving your things laying around, Herc's gonna start suspecting something."

Strife rolled his eyes in response and disappeared in a flash of blue light.

Iolaus had to bite back a frustrated growl. Of course Strife would leave him like this, incredibly turned on, hard and aching. He'd make Strife pay for it later, though, like the next time they played "warlord and slave boy". But for now he had to be satisfied with his own hand, and the memory of his lover holding him down, using him....

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