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Yes I'm still here. As always I really Hope you enjoy this strange fiction.
Maybe we can get a little more plot in this chapter? If you notice any extra H's and G's or outher out of place double letters i think my laptop keyboard is dying. It either omits them ot spits out extra when it feels like it. I'm trying my best to go back and fix things but its rather frustrating in addition to having dyslexia I have a mentally challenged keyboard.

Joxer and the Men

Chapter 13: Help Yourself

Gallus stumbled, he was tired and hungry, but he pushed himself forward. He had managed to stay on the road far enough behind to be inconspicous and close enough that he could see that disgusting interloper palm Joxer's beautiful behind. He stayed behind the group all afternoon. The way was fairly busy or they might have realized they were being followed. He had wanted to follow closer by keeping to the forest but unfortunatly the trees grew sparse and there were into spraling farmland and the feilds were wide open. He couldn't possibly keep up with them and stay hidden, so he hoped for the best and tried to look like just any other traveler on the road. He just prayed they would stop and make camp soon. It was getting on toward sunset and he needed to rest a bit before he snatched Joxer back from them...The fantasies of slow torture of that bastard who had his Joxer hanging all over him...well that might have to wait until he had some proper food in him and some rest.

He shrugged to himself. Maybe when he cut his losses he should have taken more rations and an extra water skin with him, but he had been itching to get back to his unfaithful, ingreat of a lover. Joxer was going to scream his name, one way or another, by the end of the day. He was starting to think slow torture would be a good thing. One way to teach Joxer just where he belonged was a healthy dose of pain. Gallus scratched at his head, it itched terribly and his muscles hurt.

Pan sighed as he herded his followers north. He was already aware that one of his had broken with him and that was problem. He could no longer afford to interfere with the mortal Joxer or those around him, and Gallus refused to heed the call of his god to turn around. The young man was unstable. He felt responsible...at least partially, but something darker than a broken heart was goin on there. Weather it were another gods interferece or the boy had been hiding somethhin very sinister inside him, he did not know. Pan feared it was more than just the man's doing reguardless. He sent a thought out to the other gods, all were on the same page. The fates had had enough of their meddling, and warned them of the threads of time becoming even more tangled and tainted with each interference.

The consensus was that the demigods and mortals would have to do their best to ensure that the child inside Joxer stay safe, and Joxer must be able to whelp at least two more boys for things to be put right. After that the fates could care less about the mortal he would have served his purpose, only now the thhreads of Joxer's ancestors would be intwined with godly blood. Maybe that would work in the favor of time after all. The sisters smiled as they wound the thread and wove life patterns...one was about to come to its end very soon. The were preparing to tie it off.

Lydus frowned as he worked his way back slowly following Gallus' trail easily. He heard the call of Pan ordering him to turn back. He said almost the same thing he had to his son and the others, "Keep going north Sire. I must retreive Gallus."

He added in a quiet prayer, "He many look like a man, Lord Pan, but he is still only a child where it matters. I know he has disobeyed you but I beg of you, Allow me to go get him, give me strength in my old bones, and wisdom to impart upon thhe child. He is hurt and that pain has twisted him somehow. I beseech you, allow me to save the boy from himself and I pray that the gods protect that young man he has latched onto so fiercely." It was only a brief utterance but for the man and his god both knew it was what must be. Pan granted his permission and his blessing to protect the elderly man. If anything happens to him then many secrets of the tribe and knowledges imparted by Pan himself will be forfeit. Pan would never directly interfere with mortals again. Of this he vowed.

Other gods were harder pressed to simply sit back. Aphrodite specifically watched the road. She couldn't do anything for fear of drawing the wrong attention onto her little Joxie. She could already feel the life force forming in him. It was merely a clump of cells yet but she could feel the importance on the quarter god that was forming inside the mortal. The goddess hoped any divine being would be able to sense the strong fate tied to the zygote and leave Joxer unmolested. It was very faint unless one was looking for it. The women kept spouting off how this or that was because of the baby...They were only sort of correct.

Joxer was still developing the child and the womb were forming at once. As crazy as that sounded. the body was kicked into high gear making a room worthy of the little demi-godling. That was why Joxer was getting...adorably plump...as Aphrotide would like to think. Just enough chub to make him a hunk magnet. She's seen the results, and maybe the potion made her Joxie a bit stronger, adding density to his bones and filling out his sunken little cheeks. That glow was a nice touch. It ensured that most men would be instinctively gentle and helpful of Joxie even if they didn't know he was preggers. Of course there were those who took those singnals as a sign of ripe soil for plowing, but she trusted Auto would scare most of 'em off. His side effects of consemating their relationship were coming on strong out the gate. Though the King of theives better learn to reign in those killer instincts once her Joxie is out of danger. Poor dear's got bruises on his forearms from being dragged away from the touchy feely types.

Cupid had been called upon to tend to his followers. He went reluctantly but Aphrodite kept a running naration going in his head. He wanted to be there to keep an eye out on the happless man and the thief...His lingering doubts...and perhaps a bit of the old over protective streak ran throught him. Joxer might be dedicated to War but he had always been meant for Love. He was briming full of the stuff. No proper warrior should ever give them the kind of buzz Joxer created, but strangly enough he created a hell of a lot of juice for Ares too. Cupid could detect it faintly in him. Either as he prayed or through the sheer levels of agression he had inspired through out his life. Joxer had only been recently aquainted with the house of love, recent in godly terms, yet he was a personal power source for Aphrodite to the point his love and devotion spilled over to her son and the other minor gods in his house. Even his love and devotion to Ares spilled over into the other house. It had at one point been a bit of an embarasment for the War god, but the sheer will to be a better warrior gave him a charge, even if the results of that desire often came up short. His determination was something to be envied. Joxer would be sorely missed when his time among the living were to come to an end.

Apollo watched Phidais as he lay in bed at his temple, the mortal looked ready to jump out of bed but he obeyed his god's orders to stay put. It had been nothing but rest for five days. The god had said he could not heal him completely because another god had caused the damage. He was feeling well enough to take care of himself, really, but except for sunrise and sunset the god was there.

Finally on the fifth day he had said he could move without any danger to his spine. It still hurt terribly but he was releived to be able to move.

If Apollo were capable of feeling guilty he still might not, Leaving all but his worst injuries to heal at a natural rate to keep him incopacitated was one thing but wisking off to Olympus was all together not his style. The thing that had clinched it for him though was the sense that something bad was heading for the group with that Joxer. If something happened to Joxer there was nothing he could really do at this point but he'd be toasted extra crisp if he let his follower get put in harm's way. Later he might be forced to let go of the man but for now he was at his mercy.

There were worse places to be. He fed him the healthiest food and took care of him like he had no other mortal. He had priests to do this stuff normally and his son might like to get hands on with his patiences, but he usually only dealt with the gods and most of them healed so quickly they had no need. It was a novel expirence for him and he chalked it up to just that. He was just bored. Totally.

The group came to a stop just before sunset. They were nearly three leagues south of Colurus, but hey still had a few day's travel before they saw the next village. The farmland had ended and more trees had come into view, but thankfully there were no mountains to climb at this point. They choose a spot just at the edge of the woods.

There was a spot littered with potential kindling and some nice stones for a fire pit. It needed a good cleanup before it would resemble a comfortable spot to sleep but Joxer was excited to do something useful. He had tried to volunteer to go hunting for food, but Xena said they had enough fresh food that that wasn't necessary.

He pouted but decided he would clean up the small clearing of sticks and debris. He'd have a nice bundle for the fire when he was through. Xena and Gabrielle went to collect larger branches for the fire and Auto stayed behind grabbing Joxer and making him sit still.

"You need to rest," He mildly scolded as he took over the job. Gently prying the bundle of twigs from his husband's hand and pushing his shoulder until he was sitting on a clump of soft looking grass at the foot of a very tall sycamore. Joxer looked up in iritation but he leaned back against the smooth bark of the tree.

"I'm not a child and I'm not some delicate maiden that's too weak for even the simplest of tasks," The pregnant man put his hands on his hips. Auto wanted to argue that he was in point of fact in a delicate state but as he looked at his lover he frowned. That would probably earn him a night in the cold...as in him having to use his own sleeping mat instead of sharing with his lucious mate. It had yet to happen but Joxer looked serious. They had had some close ones as arguments went, fortunatly Joxer was a forgiving man who in the long run only wanted affection. Autolycus was not above minipulating this aspect of his love's nature. He plastered on a worried look.

"Can't you just let us spoil you for a while? You have been through a lot and you are having my child. How in Tartrus am I to be expected to not try and protect you and pamper you." He gave Joxer a very heated look that had his lover blushing and flustered. Joxer blushed and started fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. The theif smirked, Joxer had seemed to forget to be angry, and he wasn't getting up to help. He dropped his bundle next to the middle of the clearing where he started digging out a fire pit with a sturdy looking branch he's managed to locate under the same tree that was supporting his husband.

Joxer watched Auto working. He had lots of time to consider his lover and he was amazed he had someone so handsom willing to look twice at a scrawny weakling like him. He frowned briefly, 'He never would have if I hadn't been given that potion,' Joxer felt a bit of doubt slice into his heart. He rubbed his aching chest. He had to remind himself that it was all because of the interference of the gods.

He actually didn't know why anyone would want someone like him. He was weak, annoying, clumsy, the one good thing he could do was make people laugh...that was laughing at him.

He loved Autolycus. In his heart he felt that these feelings were true...He knew with or without a potion he could have...would have...fallen for Auto. As sure as he had once loved Gabrielle. He had loved her enough to let go of her when he saw the way the bard would watch Xena. She had the same look on her face that he felt on his own when he looked at her. It had hurt...letting her go. He snorted at himself. She had never been his...But he had let his heart greive her, one more heartbreak to add to the life long list of rejection and pain.

Gabrielle might not have meant to hurt him, Hades! She had been influenced by Cupid's arrow when she had had that infatuation on him. It was not her fault! She had as much right, no she had more, she had more right to be happy than him! He had seen her pain and loss since the two women had allowed him into their lives. It was his duty as a Hero, as "Joxer the Mighty," to take on the burden of another unrequited love.

He shook the thoughts away as his heart clenched in his chest. He rubbed it there watching his husband build a small fire pit and start to work on lighting his kindling. He sould be happy. He had love now, and boy did Auto know how to express...love...lust...there was definitly lust and he was aware he had the atributes to inspire that...He was painfully aware of what he looked like now, and while it inspired a lot of desire it left him feeling a bit freakish.

He rubbed his belly thinking of the child he was carrying. He knew what had happened to his body was for the baby's safety. Joxer looked rather feminine now his hips and ass were curvy and that attracted men. Even a man who would not normally think of touching anything but a woman had to fight off urges and question their own sexuality, when he was near to them at least.

This didn't mean anything where it counted. He would never say anything to Auto, never push him away, let him have his body as he saw fit. Anything to garuntee he would be happy. How could he have doubts when Aphrodite herself had brewed the love potion. Somehow it felt hollow though. His love for Auto felt so real but knowing that the reciprocated love was merely a result of the spell on him made it feel so, so empty. He could never tell though. The selfish side of him feared that the magic would be broken if he voiced his doubts. He hated himself so much.

Auto laughed in triumph when the kindling blazed forth. He carefully laid his big branch across the pit to feed the small fire. He looked over at Joxer and started to speak but he noticed Joxer was staring off at nothing and frowning. He sauntered over and sat next to Joxer. For his part the younger man only jumped about three feet when his internal musings were interupted. Auto took the opportunity to pull the other into his lap resting his chin on Joxer's shoulder.

"What's on your mind Jox?" He asked trying and succeding in erasing the worry from his voice. He very casually stole his hands around Joxer's tummy and rubbed, "Not having a belly ache or something are you?"

Joxer shook his head and leaned back into the thief's broader chest, "Nothing's wrong...just daydreaming." More like nightmares than dreams but not exactly a lie.

Auto felt his lover's pulse quicken against his chest. He knew something was bothering Joxer. He took a stab at a guess, "You're not mad about the clean up are you. I don't think you're useless...You know if you were truly useless Xena and Gabrielle wouldn't let you come along with them..."

Joxer huffed. He knew...He was good for a laugh. He knew he had grown on them but he had had to be very persistent in keeping up with them even when he was hurt, tired, sick. Hiding that you are sick from Xena is surprisingly hard to do. For such a strong person she was acutely aware of weakness. Well actually that made sense. She had been a warlord and would have to weed out weakness, remove the chinks in her armor. Joxer was definitly a weakspot. A point of attack that had been used before, and now it was worse because he could tell she cared about him. As much as he loved the woman, not romantically of course that would be really shooting above the moon...he did not want to be a liability to her. Auto was like the sun though he never thought about the possibility, and he wished the man hadn't chained himself to him. Auto could probably charm the pants off a princess. He should have not been forced to lower himself.

Aphrodite growled at her scrying orb. Watching the lovers as Auto held Joxer but feeling all that doubt. She hated it. This was exatly why the two should have been in love before the potion. The potion enhances positive feelings, but aparently Joxer's insecurities were too much.

"We really screwed you over Joxer. I'm sorry," Aphrodite wanted to zap some flowers and candy and maybe a minstrel to saranade them but that would really call attention to her Joxie and she already felt something had started to take notice of him.

She saw a flash of white wings and frowned, "Cupid! What are you doing?" She thought and hissed at her son.

"Relax mom I'm just passing by. I have a farmer's daughter to see to, there are two farm hands about to kill one another over her and she's not right for either of 'em, she's got her heart set on the neighbor boy who's training to be a scribe. It just happened to be near by. If I'm passing by on official business it can't call attention to them really as much as we've hung out in the past."

"Seriously...be careful, look but don't touch," Aphrodite chided.

"I'm not five hundred anymore mom," Cupid rolled his eyes. She saw it in the mirror and almost said something.

"Just don't interfere I don't know what the fates might do to us if we screw things up more than they have been," She warned.

"I know mom," Cupid sat in the huge tree, above the couple. He could hear Joxer's thoughts and winced. Poor guy really was messed up and the house of love had been a key factor in his self doubt. His home life had not been much help. The poor guy had never been shown real kindness until he met Xena and Gabrielle...and it seemed that they had only tolerated him for the first couple years that they had known him. He had never known true requited love until Autolycus. Cupid could feel the strength of their love. The potion might have triggered the love, and his grandmother's blessing might have ensured fidelity, but lust and loyalty were only a part of what he felt coming off the two men. He felt slightly suspicous. If he didn't know beter he would say they had been made for each other. Joxer was a perfect foil to Auto's less honorable tendancies, and Auto was feircly passionate. He had been aware of the King of Thieves many many liaisons and never had there been this kind of affection. The man had been around the block many times, but he's never settled down. He had never met the one, and Joxer had inspired more passion in him than any other lover had.
Even with the potion his lust and affection for Joxer were strong. His possessiveness was completely new. He didn't know if the potion was completely responsible for it. He senesd something akin to fear in it though. Joxer had given his soul something it needed desperatly and he could sense that Auto would probably be a broken man if something happened to Joxer. Potion or not that was real. Joxer's soul was feeding his and soothing it, and Auto in return was giving love, it felt so true. He wished he could have gotten them together before this fiasco. They were very compatable. He could almost call them soul mates. Unfortunatly the potion made it hard to tell how much was narutal. Cupid felt Joxer digging himself deeper with worry. He influenced him to speak up.

Joxer was scrunched tight in Auto's lap his knees up his arms folded over them and his face hidden in them, "I...Auto," Joxer mumbled into his arms.

"Yeah?" Auto presses his lips to the back of his lover's head.

"If they took the spell on me away would you...would you want that?" Joxer asked, "I mean would you like to be free...I still can't believe you wold want someone like..."

"Don't you dare finish that sentence," Auto growled and pulled his arms slightly tighter, "I don't care about that potion. You're mine!"

Auto pulled him back making Joxer uncurl. He pulled his shoulder around so Joxer was forced to turn and face him, "What's done is done, and don't you dare cut yourself down again! I'm yours too you know. I never want to be with another as long as I live, if they could somehow reverse the potion I would beg crawling on hands and knees that they leave it alone. How can someone cure love Jox? We belong together...doesn't it feel right to you? If you were to stop loving me I think I'd just stop living."

Joxer sniffed suspicously and pressed his face into his lover's shoulder, "I'm so scared that its going to be taken away from me...all of it...You, your love, the baby. This feels like a dream and I'm terrified of waking up. I'd die if you were taken away from me. I can't take it anymore." He sobbed and clung to Auto. The man felt so helpless there was no way to reassure Joxer. That damned...wonderful...cursed...gift. It gave him Joxer but also gave his lover doubt. Doubt be hanged! he pulled Joxer to him and kissed.

Gallus heard thier words and saw their passion and his face grew dark. Something in him broke. He loved Joxer. How could he want to hurt him? How could he let his beloved sit in another man's lap and profess his love. It wasn't fair and he didn't want it. Joxer was his! He warred with himself. Then he heard the word baby leave his lover's lips and he looked...really looked at Joxer. The man glowed. The way he draped himself over that other man spoke of intamacy. The closeness that should have been his! He knew they had fucked. Just by the way the larger of the two stroked his back and kissed him and the way Joxer straddled him shamelessly. It was as good as catching them naked and writhing...at least in Gallus's broken mind it was.

Xena and Gabrielle were taking their time. They enjoyed a few lingering touches and a kiss. They assumed Auto was taking the time to do the same with Joxer.

"I'm glad for them," Gabrielle said. Partially she was releived that she didn't have to deal with a love sick Joxer anylonger. She only felt a mild sting of guilt in her chest but she smiled at her beloved.

"It's about time Joxer had something good in his life," Xena agreed without the guilt though. She kissed Gabrielle one more time before she reached for her forgotten fire wood. She smiled as she watched her partner bend to pickup her own bundle. Joxer was not the only one with a fine ass in the group.

The two women started to turn when they heard a branch snap. It was quiet. She had been so caught up in her lover that she only just realized that it had been unusually quiet in the forest.

"We should head back," She said. Her voice was calm. It was probably nothing.

Neither man had been paying attention. If they had not been sharing that kiss Autolycus would have seen the large rock descending toward his head. Joxer was grabbed by a large hand slapping him over the mouth as he tried to scream. His eyes widened as he saw his lover's slumped form, a large gash cut into his head from the sharp edge of the rock that had smashed his head in. The man holding him was raising the blood covered rock to strike a second time and Joxer started to struggle. He bit the hand over his mouth gaing a knee to the back. He whimpered as his spine was bruised. The hand on his mouth slid to his throat and he could smell the person behind him. He wanted to vomit as he was dragged back by the unwashed figure who must have been some kind of vegrant looking to rob them.

The man...it was definitly a man...hauled him to his feet left him dangling as he gaged and clawed at the hand.

"What do you think you're doing with him...You belong to me," He felt himself thrown back, barely recognizing the gravely harsh voice. It had spoken kindly and gently to him before, even if the man had intended to subjugate him and force him into a marriage.

Joxer goraned as he hit the ground hard. His side and back exploded in pain and he prayed that the baby in him wasn't hurt, but he had little time to think seeing the man raising the rock aiming for Autolycus's head once more. His insides turned to ice and he saw the glint of a dagger On his husband's left thigh. He scrambled to his feet and knocked Gallus away grabbing Auto's dagger and waving it in the air at the man, "Don't you come near us!"

Gallus was furious, he stood his full height. He looked menacing with his hair matted and sweaty his clothes bloody and dirty and his face contorted into a hate filled mask that mocked the person he had been.

Joxer was going to defend this man who had stolen him right from under their noses. This dirty thief! He charged and grabbed for the blade. Joxer swung it at him catching his hand and slicing through the palm. Gallus stepped back looking at his hand and at Joxer. His ire doubled. He snarled at Joxer who was guarding his unconcious lover, "You are going to have to learn just who you belong to!" He gestured wildly at them flinging blood. Joxer felt so angry. He stood weilding the blade against the man.

Gallus redoubled his efforts. Joxer swung the knife again, but missed. His wrist was caught and squeezed until he was certain a bone had snapped. His hand was forced open and the dagger clattered to the ground. He grabbed Joxer's shirt and pulled him close. The shirt was streaked with blood and, Joxer felt a seam tearing. His new clothes...his gift from his lover was ruined! Joxer tried to pull away the cloth ripped loose but Gallus simlpy grabbed his arm.

Gallus seemed to have forgotten Auto as he pulled Joxer to him forcing him into a kiss. Joxer felt his shirt soaking up the blood as the man held him. He felt bile rising in him, not just because of the blood, or that the man smelled like shit, but because he had forced his tongue into his mouth. Joxer bit him and screamed.

The large man roared in fury and flung Joxer over his sholder with the intention of taking him somewhere he could take his time reminding the insolent man just whom he belonged to. Joxer pounded on his back and kicked his feet angrily. He felt a hand on his ass. He let out a roar of his own and struggled harder pounding on the man's back as hard as he could. The two dissapeared in the woods heading away from the setting sun.

Screams rang out and both women dropped their bundles running toward camp. Xena cursed herself for letting them get so far away. The warrior princess skidded to a hault seeing Auto laying on his side against a tree. His head oozed blood. There was more splattered on his shirt and on the ground. She looked around her and saw evidence of a struggle. She picked up Auto's dagger. It was also bloody. She cursed. Gabrielle nearly crashed into her when she caught up. She gasped and went to Auto knealing beside him and checking him over, she gently patted his cheek and his eyes fluttered. He looked through groggy eyes at the women then he started to get to his feet, "Joxer!"

Another scream came almost as if in reply. Auto started to move but he was overcome with a dizzy spell that had him on his knees.

"Stay here, I'll go," Xena ordered, leaving the others.
Auto tried to get up again but the bard restrained him pushing him to the ground so she could examine his head better, "Xena will rescue him."

"Joxer!" Auto screamed again.

Joxer heard his name bellowed, "Auto!" He called back. He felt the hand on his ass digging it's fingers into him painfully. The man broke into a run, bouncing him roughly agianst the broad shoulder. Joxer started pulling at the man's filthy shirt trying to unbalance him. He thought he was making progress in escaping when he was dragged forward. He was face to face with his captor when the fist colided with his cheek. The man could punch, that was for sure. He pushed the disoriented Joxer to a tree and pressed himself against him. He leaned in licking a path from his jaw to his ear.

"You are going to submit to me! You let him fuck you didn't you?" Joxer was too dazed to answer, but Gallus knew. He leaned away letting Joxer support himself on the tree and he threw his fist at Joxer's midsection intending to hit. Joxer slid down at the last second and took the brunt of the impact in his ribs. Gallus frowned as he felt them cracking. He didn't want his lover too damaged. He just wanted to make him lose the bastard's child so he could replace it with his own.

He reared back again but a wooshing sound cut him off. Something hit him in the head cutting into his scalp and cracking his skull. He fell to his knees but he grabbed Joxer tight. They would have to pry him off.

Xena had seen what the man was about to do and she let her chakram fly. It hit its mark and the man grabbed for Joxer even as he passed out.

Xena frowned. Joxer looked rough, but the man looked terrible. She pushed him away from her friend with her boot. She was torn, the man was helpelss she couldn't kill a man while he lay face down in the dirt, but she couldn't let him come back afer Joxer. She recognized him from the battle back at Colyrus. He was part of the tribe...the ones that had taken Joxer prisoner...what if they brought more men...She didn't have anything to tie him up with. She looked at Joxer and frowned hating to do it, but the shirt was ruined anyway. She looked at him. He was panting and concious but he looked pained.
"I'm sorry about this," She grabbed his shirt and tore it with some effort. She used her dagger to cut strips and she used some to bind his ribs and the rest she used as a make shift rope, "I owe you a shirt I guess." The man nodded and smiled weakly. Xena tied Gallus's hands behind him and bound his legs. She felt moderatly secure in leaving him there for the time being. She wanted to get Joxer back to camp and make sure Auto was going to be ok. She would come back and figure out what to do with the man after that.
Xena helped Joxer to his feet. She she was sure he was steady enough to walk she let him stand on his own.

"What do we do with him?" Joxer kicked his side none too gently, but backed off after that.

"We'll come back for him," Xena said mater-of-factly, "You need to get back to camp to rest. He's not getting far bound up like that."
Joxer looked like he wanted to protest but what choice did they have? He obeyed limping slightly and ocassionally looking over his shoulder to make sure the man hadn't gotten untied somehow and was stalking them.

Gallus groaned and tried to roll over. He heard a rustling and someone was standing next to him. He peeked up and saw a tall muscular figure. Broad sholders were framed with wings. The being just glared disgustedly at him.

This mortal had nearly undone their hard work. Cupid didn't care if he was interfereing. He decided this man could be messed with without interfering with the fate's plan. He squatted next to the man putting his hand in him. Gallus flinched as the creature touched him.

Cupid read the mortal's thoughts there was something just under the surface pulling at the desperate thoughts. He was still angry but Cupid started to feel pity for the man. Someone was minipulating his broken heart and they really messed with his head to do it. He was a mass of frazzled painful thoughts. The obsession was there alright. It had given whomever was orchestrating this farce something to latch onto, and fear turned to anger, lonelyness had been shifted to betrayel, love had turned to hatred.

"You, my man, have been fucked up," Cupid called his mother, "Mom!"

"Cupid! I thought I told you looky, no touchy!" She growled in a way that would have most men rolling over and begging, but her son only rolled his eyes.

"I'm only dealing with this mortal, someone's got their hooks into his mind and sicked him on Joxer," Cupid explained.

Aphrodite sighed and flashed to her son. She saw the bound man and made a face, "You could at least clean him up! He smells to the heavens!"

Cupid smirked, no interfereing indeed, but he agreed human feces was hardly the best thing to smell like. Cupid cleaned him and and his clothes enough that he was not quite so fragrant.

Aphrodite leaned over the man...His eyes rolled and he shook his head in protest shrinking back from her...Most mortals would have the opposite reaction to the Goddess of Love Trying to touch them. She dug her fingers into his much cleaner curls and hummed, "Well poop."

"Hera knows?" Cupid asked. His mother shook her head and released the man's head.

"I don't know...It doesn't feel like her...Maybe he's just nuts?" She kicked her sandled foot at his side.

"You know its not just that...It has to be Hera...doesn't it? Its her style," Cupid scowled. His grandmother was not known for understanding. Hera would just strike out at what has offended her without even pausing to think.

"It ain't Zeus," Aphrodite frowned deeper, "Could it be Athena or Artemis? They're the patron goddesses of the Amazons maybe they're looking for revenge for their savages?"

"If it is, calling them savages won't help matters," Cupid complained, "Besides Joxer would hardly be their target...unless they are worried about the whole male pregnancy thing, either way they would be going after the Gargareans first I'd think. Gaia would have long ago come for them if she really cared..."

"We need to talk to the others. I can feel that Pan and most of his mortals are hoofing it north," Aphrodite blew out a long breath. She flashed away as she spoke, "I need to go. Heph and I were supposed to have a date tonight. I need to get ready."

Cupid shook his head. Leave it to his mom to deal with a crisis by going on a date. Then again perhaps everybody should go about their lives as normal, to avoid raising more suspicion. Cupid looked at the bound man and shrugged. He snapped his fingers and the man was dirty again. It wouldn't do if the mortals realized the gods were hanging around. As far as they are concerned they are on their own.

Gallus goraned and rolled over again struggling against the ties on his wrists. He felt like he had forgotten something, but that didn't matter now he had to get loose before the woman came back to kill him. He needed to get Joxer away from them.
TBC
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