Surprises
by Mythdefied
July 1998

"Wanna sleep," he mumbled.

A chuckle was the only reply he recieved.

He was still mostly asleep when he felt the lips moving down his throat to his chest. He woke a little more when he felt a wet tongue tease his right nipple and moaned involuntarily a few moments later when teeth closed around the hard nub, biting gently.

"Come on, Ares;" he was waking up now and he wasn't all that happy about it. "I'm mortal, I need to sleep."

The tongue moved to his other nipple. He reached out to push his lover away but his wrist was caught and placed back at his side.

"But I'm tired!" Joxer complained, then moaned again as those lips slowly worked their way down his chest to his stomach. "Oh, that feels good -- no, I mean, can't you wait a couple more hours?" He tried to keep protesting despite the fact that he was really starting to enjoy it, but he gave up when he felt that tongue begin to lick its way up his growing erection. There was no arguing with that.

"Yes!" he hissed in pleasure when a hot, wet mouth slid down his cock, stopping only when it reached the base, then slowly moving back up. He groaned when he felt that talented tongue swirl around the head of his cock just before the mouth tightened around him and moved back down.

Ares hardly ever did this and Joxer loved it. His hands clutched at the silk sheets beneath him. It felt so good; he knew Ares probably wanted him to be still but he couldn't just lay there, he had to move. Surprisingly there was no resistance from his lover as he thrust up hard, burying his cock in his lover's throat. Instead, as he continued to thrust his lover let him do all the work. He picked up the pace as he felt the mouth tighten around him further, increasing the suction. He was close -- gods, he was so close to coming. Just a little more and he'd be there.

Suddenly hands clamped down on his hips, not painfully but hard enough to prevent him from moving. Before he could protest the loss of movement his cock was pulled deep into his lover's throat. At the same time he felt a slick finger press into him; that was all it took. Joxer cried out, coming hard.

"Oh Gods," he mumbled a few minutes later when he could once again manage speech. "That was fantastic." He felt boneless and he knew he was wearing a ridiculous smile but he was too happy to care.

When he felt his lover move up over him, settling between his legs, Joxer pulled him down into a deep kiss, arms going around him to hold him there. It was a little difficult to do with the wings in the way but he managed.

Ares didn't have wings.

He quickly broke the kiss, turning his face away as he opened his eyes. Yeah, those were definitely wings. Big white ones. Looking back up at the man lying on top of him Joxer found himself face-to-face with--

"Cupid?" he whispered in disbelief.

"Last time I checked." Cupid grinned.

"That was you that just...?" Joxer couldn't finish that question, it was stupid anyway.

Cupid's grin got wider.

"Ares is gonna be so mad," Joxer said, anxiety creeping into his tone. "I'm not supposed to fool around with anyone but him. Especially not here in his temple!"

"He's not going to find out about it from me," Cupid ran his fingers slowly down his cheek, "and why would you tell him?"

"Because I'd feel guilty if I didn't," Joxer admitted with a sigh.

"Guilty? You don't really think he's being faithful to you, do you?"

Joxer didn't even have to think about that one. "No," he replied.

"Then what's there to feel guilty about? If he can screw around then so can you," Cupid said with a laugh.

That made sense, Joxer thought. He knew Ares had other lovers, so why couldn't he? Ares didn't have to know about it.

"You know, you're right." He smiled. "Why should he have all the fun?"

"Exactly. So, I assume you enjoyed yourself there."

"Oh, yeah," he breathed as he remembered the feel of Cupid's mouth around his cock.

"Want more?" Cupid's grin turned seductive as he moved his hips, bringing their cocks into contact briefly.

Joxer answered by pulling him back down, kissing him hard. He'd have to think things through a little more but that could definitely wait until later. Right now the only thing he was interested in was the hard cock he felt pressed against him. When they came up for air Cupid smiled invitingly.

"Tell me what you want, Joxer."

Gods, that almost sounded like the purr of a cat. Joxer was getting hard again just listening to his voice.

What did he want? That was easy.

"I want you to fuck me," he replied, returning the smile.

"Sounds good to me," Cupid responded, wetting his lips with his tongue.

Joxer watched that small movement, his eyes fixed on that tongue, remembering what it had done to him. Sliding his hands up Cupid's muscular arms, Joxer kissed him again, seeking out that tongue with his own.

He felt Cupid shift slightly on top of him and then he felt fingers, suddenly slick with some sort of oil, enter him, stretching him. Yeah, he thought with a groan as he pushed back against the fingers -- fucking a god definitely had its advantages.

When Cupid removed his fingers Joxer pulled his legs up and around his waist. He reluctantly broke their kiss, watching as Cupid braced himself up on his arms, his wings partially outstretched. Damn but he was gorgeous.

He couldn't hold back a small gasp of pain as Cupid pushed the head of his cock in. It only lasted a few moments though, replaced quickly by pleasure as he pushed the rest of the way in.

Joxer closed his eyes with a moan as Cupid began moving, thrusting slowly. After a few moments it wasn't enough.

"Faster," he whispered.

He heard Cupid chuckle just before complying, his thrusts becoming quicker. Joxer tightened his legs around Cupid's waist and met the thrusts, pushing back, fingers digging into the hard muscles of his shoulders.

Cupid moaned, a sound that went straight to Joxer's aching cock. Releasing his tight grip on the  right shoulder he reached down to stroke himself in time with Cupid's thrusts. Oh, yeah, this was perfect.

Cupid was thrusting harder now, faster, his breathing harsh to Joxer's ears. Cupid wasn't going to last much longer. He stroked himself harder, wanting to come at the same time.

Suddenly Cupid stopped moving. It took Joxer a moment to figure out that something was wrong. He opened his eyes and saw Cupid looking somewhere over his head, a strange combination of bemusement and apprehension on his handsome face.

"Yo, Dad," Cupid finally spoke. "You know, there's actually a really good explanation for this."

Oh fuck. Joxer knew there was no getting out of this; trouble began to take on a whole new meaning.

"Is that so?" Ares said dryly, walking slowly around to the side of the bed. "Do tell. This should be entertaining." His expression was unreadable.

"Oh, well in that case don't let me stop you." Ares crossed his arms over his chest.

"Huh?" was all Joxer could manage.

"You serious?" Cupid frowned.

"Always," Ares replied.

"You're just gonna stand there and -- and watch?" Joxer said in disbelief.

"No."

"Oh, okay." He didn't know what else to say. He looked back up at Cupid who just shrugged, looking as confused as Joxer felt.

Before Joxer could ask him anything though Cupid moved, thrusting hard into him. He gasped in surprise and not a little pleasure. He really hadn't expected Cupid to continue, but he was. Joxer wasn't sure he could do this knowing that Ares was around. Cupid thrust again, deeper, making Joxer groan and push back. After a few more thrusts Joxer decided that he didn't care if every god on Olympus was in the room, this was all that mattered. His head fell back, eyes closing as he moved against Cupid.

He bit down on his lip, groaning again as Cupid shifted, each thrust seemingly deeper than the last. He resumed stroking himself as he pushed back against him. Nothing was better than this.

Then it all stopped again as a hand grabbed hold of Joxer's short hair and pulled, tilting his head back. A mouth covered his in a bruising kiss. When it ended Joxer opened his eyes and saw Ares looking down at him, a wicked smile on his face.

"You said you were leaving," Joxer said in confusion.

"No, you asked me if I was going to stand here and watch."

Joxer nodded. "You said you weren't."

"Right, but I never said anything about not participating." Ares's smile turned even more wicked, if that was possible.

Joxer's eyes went wide as he noticed that Ares' clothes were gone. Ares chuckled, a dark sound that sent shivers through Joxer's body -- kind of a nice feeling actually. Ares looked over at Cupid and frowned when he saw that the other god wasn't doing anything except staring at him.

"Get moving, junior," he snapped, "but make it slow. I want this to last a while."

Cupid was quick to obey and at the same time Joxer found Ares kissing him again. He didn't know what to do -- well, he knew what he wasn't going to do, he wasn't going to try to stop this. Cupid fucking him, Ares kissing him, touching him; what mortal would be crazy enough to want to get away from this?

Ares pulled back from the kiss, a thoughtful look on his face. "You kiss pretty well, but then you're fairly talented with that mouth in general, aren't you?"

"Yeah," Joxer responded, licking his lips and moaning as Cupid continued pulling out of him slowly and thrusting back in hard.

"Then let's put that mouth of yours to better use than just kissing," Ares said, one hand moving down to stroke his own impressive erection.

Joxer watched him, smiling in anticipation. He couldn't wait to get his mouth around that cock--

"Joxer!"

Joxer jerked awake as the voice shouted in his ear.

"What?" he groaned, opening his eyes and seeing nothing but darkness.

"Get your ass up and let's get out of here!" The familiar voice had dropped to a hiss but was still near him.

"Autolycus?" he whispered in confusion.

"No, it's Hercules." The voice was laced with sarcasm. "Of course it's me! Now come on! Or do you really want to stay here and be hung?"

Hung? Joxer was suddenly wide awake as the memories returned. Autolycus, the little "misunderstanding" involving the prince's favorite jeweled dagger, being thrown in the dungeon -- and the only thing Joxer had done wrong was to be with Autolycus when it all happened. Now he was here. He also remembered that he was seriously upset with the King of Thieves.

"You just had to tell them who you were, didn't you?" he whispered angrily as he got to his feet. "Didn't you learn anything from that incident with Cleopatra's guards?"

"We are not going into that again," Autolycus whispered back. "We don't have the time anyway. The sun'll be up in about an hour, that's enough time for us to reach this place I know about. It's safe there and we can hide out in it until they think we've left the city."

Joxer watched as the barely-visable shadow that was Autolycus climbed up through the only window in the small cell. For a moment he was kind of glad that the palace guards had taken his armor. He wouldn't have been able to fit through that window while wearing it.

"The sun is almost up?" He continued to whisper as Autolycus helped him through the window. "When I went to sleep it was only a little after sunset. I thought you said you could have the bars off this window in a couple hours."

"I was wrong. It only took me one hour." The self satisfaction was obvious in Autolycus' tone as they crouched by the palace wall.

"Then why didn't you wake me up? We could have been half way to the next city by now!" Joxer hissed, feeling the urge to throttle his companion.

Autolycus chuckled and leaned in close to him. "You talk in your sleep, Joxer."

Instantly Joxer's annoyance evaporated. He felt his face heating up and was glad it was too dark for Autolycus to see him.

"I -- I talk in my sleep?" It was a struggle to keep his voice from coming out as a squeak.

"Yeah."

"H -- how much? I mean, what exactly -- ?" He couldn't finish that; wasn't even sure he wanted to know.

"Let's just say that you seem to have a gift for storytelling."

Joxer only needed a couple seconds to realize the implications of that. "Oh, fuck," he whispered.

"I'll say. Now come on; I don't see any guards."

He let Autolycus pull him to his feet and across the courtyard towards a break in the retaining wall. They made it without incident and were soon on the other side, heading into the city.

"You, um, aren't going to tell anyone about what you heard and all, right?" Joxer said, still keeping his voice quiet.

"I don't know," Autolycus said thoughtfully. "Gabrielle would probably find it pretty interesting."

"You wouldn't!" Joxer couldn't keep the panic from his voice. He really didn't want Gabby hearing about that.

"Well, if it bothers you that much then maybe when we get to this place I told you about you can 'convince' me not to tell." As he spoke Autolycus slid an arm around Joxer's shoulders.

"Um, Auto?" Joxer was wavering between disbelief and the beginnings of desire.

"Did I mention this place has room service and a really big bed?"

Joxer sighed. "There might be a problem."

"We'll worry about it later," Autolycus said confidently, pulling him a bit closer.

"Okay." Joxer shrugged.

Why not?