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Joxer and the Men	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Yes I'm still here. As always I really Hope you enjoy this strange fiction.
I think I've really gone off the rails this chapter, but I hope you like it. Another cahracter is introduced into the mix, and I hope that I'm doing them justice.
Also if this seems a bit disorganized I'm sorry I'm having issues with focusing lately.

Joxer and the Men

Chapter 14: Keeping Watch

Joxer saw his lover sitting under that sycamore tree his head was wrapped with a bandage. He forgot about Xena and Gabrielle and flung himself somewhat painfully at the man he loved.

"Auto! Gods! Are you ok?" Joxer knealed before the man gingerly brushing his fingers against the bandages. Auto looked up at him his eyes were a bit glazed but they sharpened seeing Joxer shirtless with strips of dark grey cloth wrapped around his bruised chest. He reached for Joxer's cheek and pulled him into a kiss.

"I'm fine baby," He nibbled on Joxer's lower lip as it jutted out in a pout, "Give me a minute and I'll go kill the bastard that hurt you." His hand slipped off Joxer's chin to his shoulder pulling the other in toward him. Joxer crawled forward and straddled Auto's lap hugging him. He winced as his ribs pressed against Auto's chest, but he hugged the man with a feirceness that rivaled a hydra's.

"Auto," Joxer whispered harshly, "I was so scared. He hit you and there was blood and you weren't moving." He hiccuped in his lover's ears as he tried to control his sobs.

"Shhh," Auto rubbed Joxer's back gently as he let the other man babble, "I've taken harder hits to the head. I'm just glad you're safe now. Where is that scroundrel?" Auto looked past Joxer...his eyesight was still a bit blurry but he picked one Xena to focus on, the one in the middle of the three, and asked, "You kill him yet?"

"No....but he's tied up. I didn't want to upset Joxer anymore than necessary...We'll have to go get him though," She sighed in annoyance. Not at her friends, no, but at the situation yes. Not to mention they had a filthy (literally) stinking bastard to take care of. It was already decided they could not leave the man tied in the forest. Even if they didn't care weather he lived or died. They could not kill a defensless man, but they couldn't exactly allow the man to run free. More likely than not he would come back for revenge and keep coming until someone was dead.

She didn't want her friends dead, ovbiously. She didn't want to murder in cold blood, so they would just keep the man with them until they reached the nearest village. Then they could decide what to do with him.

Xena took up Argo's reigns and nodded to Gabrielle who was watching the love birds comfort each other, "Let's go get this guy before he manages to get untied. I'd rather not have to hunt him down in the middle of the night. If he gets to Joxer again..." She peeked over at the two men worry lacing her features, "Joxer has suffered more than any one person should in their life."

"The fates can be so cruel," Gabrielle put her hand on Xena's shoulder. She was frowning. She looked at the two men, "...But, I think they'll be fine on their own for a while."

Auto whispered something into Joxer's ear that had the slighter man blushing and he gently slapped Auto's chest. Despite the carefree image both men looked shaken.

The women led the horse into the woods as the sun set. They'd have to find their fire wood after they had the man securly bound to a tree back at camp.

In the woods they found Gallus struggling like an animal, growling and thrashing against the bindings. If he'd been left an hour he might have worked himself free ehough to escape, but Xena shook her head, "I don't think so," She mumbled to herself.

She grabbed a length of rope from her saddle bag and retied the wrists and hauled the man to his feet. He snarled at her and lunged forward. Xena punched him in the stomach and he doubled over falling back down.

"Try that again and next time I won't aim so high when I punch," She gave a cool warning. Gallus groaned and fought the urge to puke.

"Bitch," He hissed out. Xena picked him up again. He reeked. It hadn't seemed quite so bad before in her urgency to help Joxer and get him to safety. She and Gabrielle had to breathe through their mouthes or risk throwing up. Xena wound the rope around his arms and tied it tight. He growled as she tied the rope to her horse securly.

"You can walk...I suggest you do or I'll just let Argo drag you back to camp," She cut his leg bindings and he made to kick her and she carried forth her threat hitting him in a place no man ever wants hit. He howled and fell to his knees breathing hard. Gabrielle clutched her staff ready in case he tried any more tricks. When Xena for the third time stood him up he didn't strike out, just snarled and spit. The woman easily avoided the spittle and she took the reigns of her horse leading them back to camp.

Getting back to camp Xena looped Argo's bridel around a low hanging branch to an oak tree. Autolycus growled at the sight of the man who he assumed had hit him. He was holding Joxer and that was probably the only thing keeping him from launching himself at the scoundrel. Well that and the huge gash in his temple that was slowly soaking blood into the linnen bandage Gabrielle had wrapped around his head. Feeling his lover tremble in his arms, he pushed Joxer's head under his chin and rubbed his back, "You're safe baby, I won't let him hurt you again." He glared at the other man.

The man glared right back baring his teeth, seeing Joxer taking comfort from that bastard was too much. He started running getting about ten paces before reaching the end of the rope and wiping out landing on his back. He managed to roll around until he sat up. He eyed Joxer with a mix of disgust and want.

Auto snarled, "You stay away from him!"

Xena jerked the man to his feet and moved him under the tree Argo was tethered to. She untied him from the horse and pushed him against the tree.

"Gabrielle help me tie him up," Xena barked. She faced him away from her hurt friends. Gabrielle helped her wind the rope around the tree while Xena held him in place. Gallus growled like a wild animal and fought them.

"Joxer!" Gallus started screaming, "These ropes won't hold me from you forever and you're going to regret turning you back on me! You're mine!" Xena groaned and grabbed some bandages out of the saddle bag. She made a gag for the lovelorn man. He still screamed out garbled epitaths but he was muffled at least.

After half an hour of struggling the man started to quiet down. Gabrielle had since then gathered the firewood and gotten a fire going. The group were eating a modest meal of dried fruit and meat. Gallus moaned. Joxer looked at his friends and frowned, "We should give him some food and water. It would be kinder to kill him than to starve him to death." Auto rubbed his lover's back. He didn't like it that Joxer wanted to help the guy who attacked him but Joxer was a pure soul and he didn't want to see anyone suffering.

"I'll give him water," Gabrielle offered not wanting Joxer to go near him, "And if he cooperates I'll give him some meat too!" She shouted at the man behind the tree, more than to any of her freinds. She carried a water skin over to him hooked her finger in the gag. She had to hold back a gag of her own when his breath wafted into her face. He had a blank look on his face as she put the skin to his mouth. He took a big pull and let the water swish around in his mouth. Then he spat it in her face. She screamed and smashed him in the head with her staff. He chuckled inspite of the pain. She stuffed the gag back in his mouth as he dragged in a large breath. No doubt planning another tirade they didn't need to hear.

The blond came back to the fire wiping water out of her eyes and grumbling as she dropped her staff beside her and the water skin she tossed to Xena, "He wasn't thirsty Joxer."

She turned to the man who looked sorry. She frowned then sighed, "It's not your fault Joxer...we can try again later see if he's willing to cooperate and not make more trouble."

Joxer leaned his head on Auto's chest. His lover still supported by the tree. He nibbled on an apricot. Those were really nice, and the sweet tang rolled over his tongue. He swallowed then kissed Auto who whispered in his ear, "Your kisses taste so sweet."

Auto was such a tease, He nibbled on Joxer's lip and sucked. The women blushed and looked away. Dinner passed quietly after that. The women ate scooting closer together and brushing hands...wishing they could be as brave and open with their relationship.

Joxer and Auto cuddled and fed each other bits of fruit and dried meat. Then when time came for bed. The women laid out their bedrolls seperate and on one side of the fire. The men had theirs pushed together and Joxer looked to the tree with a worried expression.

He came over to Xena and whispered, "Auto and I are sharing a blanket...take him mine." He nodded to the bound man. Xena frowned but nodded.

"Fine but you might want to burn it after the night is over," She warned.

"Next stream we come to I can wash it and maybe we can get him cleaned up..."

Xena shook her head, "I don't want either of you near him...We'll make do until we reach the village. It should be no more than another day and night." Xena took Joxer's blanket...it was hardly the finest in the land but it was a great deal warmer than nothing. She threw it over the man who started to struggle to throw it off until he caught Joxer's distinct scent. He breathed it in and sighed. He refused to look at the woman but he tried to look behind him. Joxer must have insisted he share his blanket. It was a sign that Joxer was trying to break free of these people who had some sort of hold over him. It gave the bound man hope. False hope to fuel his delusions.

Xena came back to the others. She sudenly pulled her bed roll closer to Gabreilles. "The nights are still cold. Why don't we share a bed Gabrielle?" The blond looked surprised but very pleased. She scooted her bed right next to Xena's and lay down waiting for her friend and lover to join her. Auto and Joxer were already embracing covered in their shared blanket. Joxer had Auto almost draped over him. He felt the theif gently squeeze his hip. Autolycus whispered in his ear, "I love you so much."

Joxer felt his heart soar and he replied, "I love you more."

He giggled when Auto pinched his hip and said, "Not possible. I love you the most."

Joxer felt his face heat up, the line was cheesy, still it sounded so sincere. It made him feel wonderful. They went on like that in whispers and giggles and a little ruffling of the blanket.

The argument was so sacrine it almost made the women sick, but their freinds were ovbiously very happy in eachother's arms. That made it worth enduring the uncomfortably sweet atmosphere that surrounded the lovers. There was an edge there too, the awarness of Gallus on the other side of camp. Auto's protective and affectionat side needed to show. Joxer needed reassurance. As kind as he was to that man he was still very much afraid of him and Auto could feel that fear permeating his love's very being.

He just wanted to relax Joxer enough that he could rest. He may have gone too far kissing and teasing as he felt Joxer hardening under him and his body responded immediatly.

The women blushed as the first moan escaped Joxer. It was low, needy, and quiet. Auto groaned in response. He hissed under his breath and said something inaudible to the women or the their prisoner. He got up and fled to the woods. Joxer followed him dragging the blanket with him, "Sorry Gabby, sorry Xena!" He giggled and dashed after his husband.

Gallus could be heard growling as the men slipped off to take care of their needs. The sound of Joxer moaning had made Gallus's cock swell painfully and he couldn't even touch it. To rub salt into the wound he could hear the other man moan after him. They were going to fuck! They were going to fuck right where he could hear it all!

He was pissed. Gallus closed his eyes and imagined Joxer's long lean figure and his dick jumped. In spite of his anger his body and mind kept pushing him. A damp spot formed in his dirty pants as the tip of his cock smeared pre-cum into the leather. He howled thinking of Joxer riding him and bucked his hips. The blanket smelled like Joxer. Surrounded by Joxer's scent made him feel even worse. Joxer was taunting him with his delicious smell and going off with some pervert into the woods to fuck. He raged and bucked harder. He could picture Joxer on his lap with his cock buried deep in him, bouncing and moaning like the whore he was. He released in his pants. Xena and Gabrielle heard the man's cries and saw him struggling. They made sure the rope was tight and pulled the blanket back up around the man. The smell of fresh sex wafted from under the blanket. Both women looked a mix of horrified and concerned.

Auto returned after the tirade was over. Joxer trailing behind him, walking funny, and Auto threw a smug look toward the tied up man, even if he was facing away and couldn't see it. He felt a teeny tiny bit of guilt in seducing Joxer into the woods to reclaim his love. Joxer was to sated to have noticed how jealously he was being touched and how possessive the growls coming from his husband's throat were while he unknowingly acted out Gallus's fantasy with his husband.

Auto Unfolded the blanket from his arm and pulled Joxer to the bedroll covering them and snuggling down with his lover for a good rest. Xena looked slightly annoyed at the men for riling up their prisoner, but she didn't say a word just triple checked the knots in the rope and Joined Gabrielle at their sleeping spot.

Aphrodite had been asking around Olympus...subtly of course. ...And of course her brother could be helping out but he was busy cooped up with that mortal. She started in her own house cornering Phthonos (god of Jealousy and Envy) and ensureing he was not inspiring the jealous rage the mortal after Joxer was expirencing. The godling ducked out saying he had no idea who Gallus was but if she could direct him to the mortal so he could feed he'd be eternally grateful. She took off a sandal and threw it at him as he ran. He flapped his wings and took of like a shot. She shouted a few colorful un-lady-like things at him as he flew off.

She went to other houses. Intelect she left for her brother to investigate. She felt war was Ares' responsibility to weed out. She still had Her mother and father to feel out. She knew Ares and Pan had some kind of plan to distrace the king and queen of the gods but she was still curious. Someone was influencing this man. It was more than Jealousy. It was obsession and not a normal romantic obsession either. Narcissus was not behind this...he'd offed himself. She groaned realizing that the fates had a hand in that...ever hear of self fufilling prophesy? But he knew obsession in life, and as warped as it was...it had been an obsession of love.

Thinking of the fates...their mother...Ananke...it couldn't be her minipulating the boy...wasn't she on fate's side? She was the goddess of obsession and necessity, and the boy was very needy.

Aphrodite called her son, "Cupid?"

He materalized before her looking very iritaded, but seeing her anxious expression he just sighed and asked, "What do you need mom?"

"I changed my mind...I want you following Joxie. You're right something fishy is up...but be careful...It's something big," She whispered.

"You could have just told me instead of calling me back here...I left them unsupervised!" He whined sounding more like an unruly teenager than the god of passion.

"Well get going then," She shooed him, heading off to Ares' as she did.

"I just missed some really good spontanous sex in the woods too," Cupid grumped but also headed back to the mortal's camp.

Aphrodite appeared in Ares' personal study finding him as expected filling out paperwork. The house of war was very busy in this day and age, it would only get more interesting for war as man became more cunning and invented new and exciting ways to kill and maim itself.

He grunted, "I'm busy I have enough to think about with the whole Joxer thing."

"That's why I'm here. I wanted to ask if you could send someone to keep an eye on things....someone whom it would not look suspicous to be hanging around your little pet demigod and her followers."

Ares stopped writting and quirked a brow at the woman, "And why would I do that?"

"Because I have a sinking suspicion that someone already knows about our Joxie and he's in danger. The fates can't be trusted...I don't care what they say. My Joxie has seen enough trouble, and he's pregnant now! If he loses the baby the whole shebang is going up in smoke!"

Ares went back to writting. Aphrodite resisted the urge to swat him with one of his scrolls, "Strife's been following them since I left...you hadn't noticed? Why do you think that idiot that attacked Joxer smells so bad. The boy's been putting him through the ringer no doubt."

Aphrodite shook her head looking a little dumb. Ares smirked and uttered, "Good boy."

He looked up from his papaers, "You keep quiet about it and let him do his job. If he needs help no doubt he can ask Cupid...since he's been tagging along and doing a terrible job of hiding himself."

Aphrodite was about to leave when she noticed a little bottle of purple essence, "What is that doing here?"
"What?" The god stopped writting to look at the pink clad goddess.
"You know exactly what I mean! The potion! I thought were going to destory that!" Aphrodite stammped her foot.
"I'm planning to, but we can't neutralize it and I don't want to just pour it down a drain somewhere who knows who would get exposed. Until we can figure out a safe way to despose of it I'm keeping it." Ares spoke nonchalantly about the fertility potion sitting on his desk.
"Fine," Aphrodite stuck out her tongue, "Just as long as you aren't planning on using it on someone."
Ares grunted and looked back to his scroll.

Strife supressed a manic giggle. He'd been following the grubby mortal for about four and a half days, and nobody had noticed him...yet.

"Unc's sure pissed at this'en awright," He grinned as the Warrier Princess and her do-gooder sidekick tied the man to a tree.

Strife was under orders to track this one after Pan had sensed his intent to go back for Joxer. It was a fun week so far. He started off small, little things like slipping in a wayward pile of dung in the woods, nudging him into a bramble bush, making him drop his waterskin in the creek. Getting it caught on a sharp rock. Gallus tugging and tugging on it until he ripped it open. Then falling in. His rations getting ruined. He slept in stinking rotten caves...he influenced the man to eat poison berries...only enough to make him sick. He messed himself and stopped to dunk in the creek to try and scrub his pants clean, but it was no use.

He'd nicked the man's dagger after listining to him talk about cutting Joxer up. He'd not have that and neither would his Unc. Gallus had been messing with one of Ares favorites. Nobody really knew that Joxer was a prime source of entertainment and prayer power for the war god. Besides Strife really liked the clumsy man. He was ripe with michief making potential.

He would hate to see the mortal truly harmed or killed. Yes Strife was a killer, he's carried out many an assassination for his uncle and ocasionally he worked for other gods...even Zeus. They never associated with him and would have denied involvment with him even on that level if they could. Well except when they wanted to do things to him. No god's virginity was safe, excepting maybe Athena, but they had to be so cruel about it didn't they. Nobody respected him enough to give him the option when they actually wanted him, he didn't want them! If he weren't so crafty he'd have been raped and tossed aside many times over.

Ares never tried to take him like that, and at least his uncle aknolwedged him...even if he didn't show much respect to him (openly). Uncle Ares never laid a finger on him in a sexual way, thank the fates. He'd take beatings over rape any day, and good ol' Unc was only correcting him, never hit him unless he had screwed up. Which was a lot.

Anyhow it didn't matter nobody wanted strife in their lives. He couldn't blame them for turning up their perfect noses at him. Speaking of perfect anything his handsome cousin had been hanging around and even showed himself to the filthy Gargarean mortal.

...Strife did have a soft spot. Children were his for their mischief making potential. Joxer had never grown up the way other mortals had. He still had that childish exuberance and zeal for life. he still saw things as a child did in many ways. He was still innocent in his heart. Joxer belonged to mischief in many ways, even if he wasn't officially dedicated to him; well he was dedicated to war so he did sort of belong to him too, but semantics. He had often given him a good charge from his many mishaps. He didn't want to see his honorary deciple of mischief taken out.

Strife sighed, "Old Cupe's not gonna be happy when he learns I'm skulkin round," Strife snickered to himself. He was sure that Cupid would pitch a fit when he showed himself. Why would anyone want to deal with him? Trouble was his nature.

The love god hadn't even noticed him standing right behind him. He watched the other god read the mortal's broken thoughts. Strife had had a peek and the was some serious messed up shit. Gallus's mind was like two wet cats in a burlap sack, angry, confused and ready to lash out at the first person to peek in the bag.

He was tempted to flip the man's kilt up for kicks. Strife figured he should make himself known to his fellow god. He shrugged and did just that. He lifted the kilt and had to admit his cousin had a nice ass. The love god made an undignified eeping noise and turned. He frowned and...was that a growl?

Strife flinched and cursed himself. Damn him and his impulsive nature. He quicklly covered for himself with a manic giggle, "Nice ta see yah Cuz."

"Strife!" Cupid brushed his clothes down making certain his ass wasn't showing. He folded his arms over his chest and pinned a glare on his cousin, "What are you doing here?"

"Just doin' ah job fer Unc," Strife stood there in all his pale black leather clad glory winked at his cousin. He was a definite aberation on the normal Olympus astetic, but there was a mecabe beauty in the lean god with his spiked hair and metalic acceseries. He reminded his cousin of a spider actually....Nice to look at, graceful, delicate, fragile, timid even; but all that shy grace hid something dangerous and mean. His cousin had a rep. There was more than one reason people avoided him. He had heard of certain gods trying to seduce the unusual god and coming out the worse for it. The rumor was that no god had managed to bed Strife willing or not. So the mistrust hiding behind that gleeful expression did not escape the love god. He could feel the fear radiating off the godling.

He wouldn't say anything or attempt to exploit it because he had witnessed Adonis of all people attempt to cop a feel. That had been about a decade ago. Aparently Don thought just because he was bigger, stronger and more beautiful he could grope just anybody. He cornered their mutual cousin and grabbed him.

"Hello Strife," He'd slurred having more than his fair share of Dyonisis' wine, "Izz your lucky day. 'M horny. You get th' honor of beddin' the most beautiful deity in th' heavens."

Adonis's pressed his hand to the younger god's hip and slid it down his thigh trying to pull Strife into a sloppy drunken kiss. Strife just sneered at him and produced a dagger to thrust through the god's groping hand right into his own thigh. That sobered the god of Beauty up really fast.

Strife warned the other god off, "Just cause yah pretty don't mean I want yah filthy hands on mah person."

Strife grimaced as he ripped the dagger out of his cousin's hand and his thigh. He gave no other outward signs of pain, but the love god had seen enough. Sensing the drunken lust, he had moved closer to the incident hoping to rescue the younger god who was giving off vibes of fear and disgust toward the god of beauty.

Thus he had been the closest when things got ugly; Cupid had been the lucky one to escourt a screaming Adonis to Asclepius to get patched up, but not before hearing the other godling curse, "I shoulda fucking known better tha' ta come to wonna these shindigs!"

The blood running down Strife's leg almost dissapeared into the black leather but the rip in his pants showed off the deep puncture in his too pale thigh. He flashed out in a dark rain of sparkles leaving a streak of blood on the floor. He'd hurt himself along with Adonis, but as far as Cupid knew he never visited Ace for help.

When Cupid stepped closer he saw the other male flinch back and reach for a well hidden dagger in his sleeve, probably the same one he'd knifed Don with. His smile morphed into a warning frown. He didn't seem to like the closeness.

All those rumors about the godling didn't say anything about the younger male escaping unscathed from his encounters with the ever groping and searching hands of Olympus. Gods were an insatiable bunch, and all...or almost all...had a power kink. They liked forcing mortals, demigods and lesser gods alike to bend to their will.

Cupid had been lucky as a child because his own power base was rather large compared to the average lesser god, not to mention his mother would curse anyone who dared to hurt him with impotence. His father could probably beat any offenders into submission.

Strife didn't have that much of a support system. Also he just happened to be one of the youngest and weakest gods in the pantheon. He shuddered thinking of his own little godling in Strife's position. Bliss was still at the stage where noone on Olympus would dare molest an angelic blond curl on his head, but when he hit puberty all bets were off...

'of course nobody would dare mess with Bliss or risk having the houses of both War and Love come down on their heads. Still I'm not going to let that boy out of my sight until he's mature enough to protect himself.' Cupid clenched his fist and thought. Strife saw this intense look and backed up a step. Worrying his lip with his teeth. Cupid didn't notice he was still too caught up in thinking of his baby being thrown to the woods probably in less than a century.

Bliss was growing up too fast...it had taken him centuries but Bliss was only a few years old and he was already flying and causing untold mischief (actually his cousin Strife should be proud of him). Bliss was only a little slower than a mortal in his aging, probably another twenty years before Cupid really had to worry...

Cupid forced his thoughts back to the present and raked his eyes over his cousin. Strife was still frowning at him. Cupid really had to admire Strife's long lean form. He was something people in the future would call gothic. The concensus on Olympus diggered though. Some called him pasty, and weasely, more out of spite than anything really.

Everybody in the family looked down on the godling birthed by Eris. Even she sneered at her own offspring. Strife was unstable and he didn't generally seek out other's company; maybe as much because he didn't want to, as him not being wanted. Cupid had never had the opportunity to work with the younger god. Well now was as good a time as any. Was it weird to look forward to strife?

Cupid smiled reassuringly and stepped back half a pace, "No need for that Cuz. I'm here, probably, for the same reason as you."

Strife slid the blade back in place. He brushed his hand through his spikes pretending to be casual, "So how's things? How's tha kid or yah's?"

"Bliss is fine," Cupid shrugged, "He's staying at his mother's place while I work."

"Wha? I thought yah two was together...I miss somin?" Strife looked genuinly surprised. The god wasn't on anybody's short list for conversation. He didn't usually hear gossip, not even from Hermes, but his breakup with one of the most beautiful deities in greece had been all over the place. Everybody had been talking about it. Aparently strife had not been eavesdropping on anybody.

Cupid was shocked at his ill informed cousin, "Yeah..we're um...well we seperated. After Bliss was born something just happened. Psyche and me kind of drifted apart...She's wonderful with Bliss and we're trying to keep things amicable but the spark we felt...maybe that spark had been Bliss because he's like...Like everything to me," Cupid smiled thinking of his little godling.

Strife surprised the love god again by showing a sincere smile. Strife looked beautiful like that. He wore happiness like a child would. Cupid realized his cousin was practically just a child. Anger rose in his chest even more thinking of the mistreatment his younger cousin has been receiving. He felt to urge to brush his fingers over his cousin's cheek. Wisely, he restrained himself. He could imagine Strife burying that dagger in his own head to get Cupid's hand off him. Cupid cleared his throat, "I assume you have something to do with the rough shape Gallus is in?"

Strife was looking into his cousin's eyes with pride. He noticed cupid's eyes. Cupid had those eyes that changed with his mood, at the mention of his son they warmed to a deep choclate but with flecks of green and gold in them. They changed to a dark blue green suddenly.

Adonis claimed to be the most beautiful being on the heavens but Cupid had him beat in the handsom department, well in Strife's humble opinion. He heard the other god speak and gave an undignified, "Huh?"

"The mortal...you really worked him over," Cupid grinned.

Strife nodded his manic smile erasing that gentle expression. Cupid sighed.

"Well he dazerved it din'e?" Strife nudged the man's head. The mortal blinked staring through the mischief god's torso into the night sky. Then he closed his eyes again.

"Yeah," Cupid nodded, "I guess so."

"Well I 'ad ta slow 'im down," Strife pouted, "Couldn' kill'em for some reason. Unc's orders. Could mess wiff 'im indirect like, but not actually do anythin' outwright."

Cupid nodded thoughtfully, "Well they seem to have him handled nicely here...You know why were watching over him?" Cupid tested the subject seeing if the other god knew of Joxer's perdiciment.

Strife only shrugged, "That'n messed wiff Unc's favorite mortal."

"He's not after Xena," Cupid said.

"Not her...yah know she's no mere mortal, anyway, Joxa's kinda ah soft spot fah Unc...Don't you dare tell anybody! Little guy's gotta 'nuff problems wifout tha whole pantheon usin' tha mortal against Unc," Strife warned, glaring at his older cousin, "Had to many troubles from yah lot already. Not tha I don' enjoy the angst from a good love triangle but the cute lil git's been tossed round a'nuff."

Strife looked over the the lump that was Auto and Joxer's bedroll fondly, "Weird how he hooked with good ol' Auto, huh? Yew have somethin 't do wit it?"

Cupid shook his head no. Strife smiled and reached over to pat his shoulder and pull him in conspiratorially, "Good cause I might have to put yah eye out for hurtin' him if yah did." Strife smiled in a companiable way but his hand gripped the larger god's shoulder painfully tight, "I won't hesitate to fuck up that demigod if he hurts Joxa neitha. Heremes can go fuck 'imself."

The threat didn't have the desired affect. Cupid felt nervous, not afraid. Nervous at their proximity. He doubted many had ever been this close to the godling without getting a major wound, excepting his uncle and Eris. Cupid looked into enigmatic, icy blue eyes. There was a story of pain and rejection in their depths that only made the love god want to reach out and embrace his cousin. Perhaps it was his nature to sense heartbreak. Someone...or many had hurt the god of mischief and strife. Cupid didn't like it anymore than he liked losing that closeness as the other god pulled back and released his shoulder.

"So ya here to watch ova Joxa?" Strife asked suddenly.

"Uh...yeah," Cupid nodded.

"Kay, it'll be nice to see how the God o'love op'rates," Strife flashed a smirk at him before he stepped back from the other god. He blended into the dark of the night. Cupid sighed again. He had wished the other god might be a bit more conversational but couldn't hope for a miracle really.

Morning came too quickly. Joxer stretched against his lover. Auto muttered something in his sleep and rolled pulling Joxer on top of him. His eyes cracked open slightly, "Morning sexy." He smirked up into Joxer's deep brown eyes. Joxer blushed adorably, "Good morning." His stomach growled loudly. Joxer had been feeling ravenous since he had taken that potion. He figured his body needed the extra energy for all the stuff going on inside him.

He rubbed the side of his stomach that was not pressed into his lover and frowned. He was getting down right fat. He'd never had that problem before. Auto didn't think of it as a problem, however. Joxer never looked healthier to any of his friends. His cheeks were flushed his body was taking on much needed weight. The bony hips were curved and what Joxer saw as a huge belly was merely a gentle curve down his front. It was too soon for any of it to be the baby, but it was a glimpse into the future for them both.

Auto looked forward to the swollen belly. It was something he'd never desidred before, but the image of his lover's swollen pregnant belly turned him on so much it was kind of frightening. Joxer was dreading it, it was going to be awkward being a warrior with a destended stomach getting in his way. He would have to be careful to protect the child within him. Joxer felt a hand cupping his. He was pulled into a passionate kiss.

"I'm the luckiest bastard in Greece," Auto said, squeezing his lover and licking a path from his jaw to just behind his ear. Joxer giggled at the ticklish feeling the tongue left on his skin.

Joxer felt another need and tried to get up. Auto let out a possessive growl as his husband's attempt to get away. He bit his lover's neck and rubbed his pelvis on the other man's hip, "Where do you think you're going?"

"Let go, I need to pee!" Joxer whined and pulled away. Auto looked dissapointed but let his lover get off him. He got up too noticing the women already up and tending the fire. He followed Joxer into the woods. He was not about to let the younger man out of his sight. Even if that man was tied up didn't mean there might not be more of them out there waiting to ambush his love.

Joxer found a nice secluded bush to use and pulled down his pants just enough to let out his dick. He started to urinate and he heard another possessive growl. His lover's body was on him before he could even cut off the stream of urine. Auto wrapped his arms around his lover and Joxer felt Auto rubbing between his cheeks. He finished and shook himself.

Auto was out of his own pants and rubbing Joxer's pucker asking for entrance. He manuvered them to a tree where Joxer braced himself bending to grant access. Auto spit into his hand and rubbed the saliva over his dick. A large bead of precum seeped out of the tip and he rubbed that over his length also. He sucked on his fingers before pushing inside Joxer.

Joxer moaned as his soft member started to swell. His hips swayed as he parted his legs just a bit more. His hole sucked on Auto's fingers as he probed and stretched. They both moaned as he pulled out and replaced his fingers with something much larger.

Auto and Joxer didn't notice anyting as Auto practically climed on top of Joxer in his efforts to plunge his depths, but they had an audience. They had been gone a long time and Gabrielle had grown concerned so she went into the woods intending to call them for breakfast. She just didn't think she'd catch them with their pants pulled to thier knees as Auto thrusted wildly into Joxer. Joxer's cock bounced off his sotmach with rather loud smacking noises as it swung under him. Auto looked like an animal in his carnal bliss. She felt her belly heating up and a suspicous moisture formed between her legs. She turned and marched back to camp.

Xena was stirring the fire when she was pulled into a needy kiss. Gabrielle was unusually forceful and needy as she started to grind against Xena. The warrior woman pulled away looking flushed, "What about Auto and Joxer...they'll be back soon," She protested, "What about him?" She also nodded toward the man tied to the tree.
"Joxer and Auto are busy, and I could care less about that bastard," The woman growled and gave her look that brooked no room for arguments. She needed this! Xena moaned as her lover pressed her full body into her and kissed her breathless.

Gallus groaned as he felt the light of early dawn shine directly in his eyes. They could have faced him west, but that would have had him looking into camp and they didn't want him seeing his precious Joxer. He heard a moan escape from one of the women and had to supress the urge to vomit. He couldn't lean away from himself and he was already feeling unpleasantly filthy without being covered in puke.

When he got free he was going to find a way to make those women pay, them and that thief. He would burn the bitchs alive, and then there was the man...That castration idea resurfaced and he thought about his dagger...it had been sheathed at his thigh. He craned his neck down and saw the empty holster, cursing. That bitch probably took the blade from him after he passed out. Not as if he could use it with his hands behind his back crushed against the tree and tingly from lack of blood circulation. He coughed and pushed his tongue against the gag trying to disloge it so he could complain.

He only succeded in reminding hismself how dry his mouth and throat were. His tongue stuck to the cloth stuffed in his mouth. He screamed in frustration.

Auto carried Joxer back to camp. The other man hugging him around the middle with his legs wrapped around him. He was giggling as Auto groped his tush. The were both flushed from the early morning workout. When they came back Xena and Gabrielle shared a secret smile. Everybody except their 'guest' was bubbly and sexually sated. Cupid was getting a nice vibe, and Strife was absorbing the negative feelings coming off Gallus.

Joxer unwrapped his legs sliding from his lover's arms. He heard the other man scream and frowned thinking how uncomfortable he must be, but he was also not about to go near him.

"Xena, should we untie him from the tree since we'll be breaking camp soon?" Joxer asked.

The struggling screaming figure stilled at the sound of Joxer's voice.

Xena shook her head, "Not until were ready to go." She sat at the fire munching on her breakfast, "We can pack up after you two eat." Joxer and Auto nodded. Joxer looked over at the tied man frowning. He had to be so hungry and thirsty. Joxer felt a hand slide around his waist and Auto tugged him toward the fire, "Let's eat babe."

Joxer sighed and let himself be pulled over, and settled next to Auto taking a peice of bread with dates stuffed into it. He chewed the sweet bread but he couldn't really enjoy it. He kept looking at the tree where Gallus was tied, feeling guilty. He knew he souldn't feel anything but scorn for the man but he was harmless now. They would have to get him to eat and drink anyway or he would end up slowing them down on the walk to the next village. Joxer chewed his bread and leaned into Auto, trying to put Gallus out of his mind.

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