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Joxer and the Men	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own "Xena: Warrior princess", or "Hercules: The Legendary Journey" They were produced by Renissance Pictures I am not making money for this fiction.

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Hope you guys are still enjoying the story. I wish i had a beta. I read my story over and over and still find mistakes.
This is the last chapter for this story, but their story will continue in the sequel.

Joxer and the Men

Chapter 18: That Sexy Belly

Joxer giggled as he felt the hand trailing up his naked stomach. There was a slight almost unnoticeable swelling there. When he was dressed it was well hidden. Joxer and Auto were enjoying a bath together in a cool stream. It was early summer at this point and everybody was enjoying the water. Auto had found a nice secluded spot that was hidden by a conveinent bend in the stream on one side and a scrub covered hill on the other. Add in a nice tree for shade and it was a lovely little spot for an afternoon of watery fun.

"Stop! That tickles!" Joxer finally gave in and begged his lover. He splashed Auto who finally stopped tickling him.

"Sorry Jox," Auto chuckled, "I can't resist that belly." Auto grabbed his lover's arms and pulled him forward. He kissed Joxer drinking the dew from his lips. He slipped his hands down the scarred back and rested on that perfect ass squeezing, "Well if I have this to tempt me, I can leave your belly alone...I suppose." He lifted Joxer up his thighs in the water and a naked erection prodded his backside. Joxer moaned feeling that beloved flesh begging for entrance. Joxer spread his legs and wrapped them around Auto's hips so he could sink onto the blunt shaft.

"Auto Love," Joxer threw his body on Auto's chest and began riding.

"I love you baby!" Auto hissed excitedly.

"Love you too," Joxer grunted as he bounced up and down.

The noisy love making did not go unnoticed but everybody was resigned to the fact that the two men could not keep their hands off each other. Joxer was sick in the mornings, but by the afternoon he seemed fine, though extra amorous. That suited Autolycus just fine however. He loved the gentle affectionate touches and the stolen kisses. The jealous or astonished onlookers melted away. There was only one ocassion when he wished for Joxer to relax and let him do his thing. It was so hard to be a good thief when your hands were busy elsewhere (squeezing the most perfect butt in Greece).

He would never admit it to his sensitive lover but Joxer was a liability when he was 'on the job'. He couldn't concentrate. Either Joxer would distract him, or a would be pursuer would get ideas seeing Joxer and assuming he was alone and avaliable. Auto would have to drop what ever valuables he had managed to pinch and come running to scare off unwanted enchroachers.

Speaking of enchroachers...The last tavern they had visited someone offered to buy Joxer from Autolycus. He was a wealthy man from Mesopotamia. He was bejewled, dressed in rich silks and quite hefty looking. Though Auto suspected it was more muscle than fat under his finery. He eyed Joxer as the group ate. When Auto had grown tired of the scrutiny that Joxer was either ignoring or oblivious to (The more Auto got to know the younger man the less he believed the man was as oblivious as he led on) he turned to the man to warn him off. The man smiled and nodded to Joxer, "What would you take for the beautiful boy? I am willing to pay any price you ask."

Joxer turned and frowned, "I'm not for sell."

Auto smiled as the rich man choked at the blunt rebuff, "Boy you will watch your tone with your betters."

"Funny, better is a relative term. In my scrolls a man who owns slaves is worse, not better," He turned back to the group and Auto sat back with him. The man stood angrily, but Joxer didn't move. He reached for Joxer, but a strong fist grabbed his wrist. Not Auto, no, Hercules had stopped the man from touching their friend. Auto was holding a dagger under the table ready to cut the man's balls off, but his friends didn't need to know about his plans of castrating the rich stranger.

"I think you had better go back to your table and leave my friend alone," Hercules warned. The stranger was violently jerking his arm to remove himself from Herc's strong grip, but it was to not avail.

"Thanks Hercules," Joxer smiled at him. Hercules smiled back blushing slightly.

The rich man blanched, "Herc-Hercules? The son of the god of the sky, Zeus?"

"The very same," Auto assured him as he discretely re-sheathed his dagger. Hercules let go. The man was still pulling against his hold. He stumbled back violently, knocking over the table behind him. Food and wine splashed across the floor making a nice mess and earning the group a few colorful curses from the tavern wenches.

"I shall take my leave. My most humble apologies," The man bowed in mock humbleness, though his words were strained through gritting teeth. He shouted at his entourage in his native tougue and the throng of men filed out of the building. Many harsh whispers and shifty glances cut to the table where Joxer sat.

That night, Auto decided he would have to visit this man and releive him of his riches so he wouldn't be able to make any aquisitions. Joxer was left sleeping soundly in their room. Hercules watched him leaving that night from his room's window. He would let the theif go. He had no desire to see that wealthy stranger using his gold to buy slaves.

Auto had no trouble tracking the men down. They were drunk and had a frightened girl chained to a bed. He had been too late to protect the child's innocence. She was trembling and screamed when he aproached. The men were too drunk to be roused and he shushed her promising release. He picked the locks on her shakles and found her a silk robe worth more than the hovel her greedy parents lived in. They had sold her for a paultry pouch of gold and the man had used her, and taken her virginity. To placate his men (from his failure to procure that tasty greek boy) he had promised them turns with the girl. Fortunatly most of them had passed out before getting their turn, but she was barely able to stand.

Auto cleaned them out and gave the girl a pouch brimming with gold, "I want you to go to Apollo's or Asclepius' temple and get looked at. Then take that money and find yourself a better life."

It had hurt him to give the majority of the gold to the girl, but he knew Joxer would be proud. Besides there was a lot of finery he could pawn and even without that the sum he had collected wasn't really that bad at all.

When the men woke the next day the girl was long gone and they were cleaned out. Everything but the clothes they wore was gone (the lucky ones had been dressed). The man had aparently run up quite a debt in his short visit to Greece. He had many unsavory characters breething down his neck, and was forced to flee to his homeland to avoid losing his head.

Auto had done it all and made it back to his sleeping lover before Apollo rode his chariot over head. Joxer woke to an exhilirated lover kissing his neck and dry humping him.

Pulling a big job always gave him a thrill and having someone to spend that energy on was a huge plus. Joxer didn't get the story out of him until much later, and after having Auto burried in him and filling him three times.

Joxer and Auto came back to the camp from their 'bath' looking happy and refreshed, though there was a slight limp in the slender man's gait. Xena and Gabrielle were cooking dinner and Joxer's eyes lit up. Fish and a pile of wild spinach. He had been craving fish and green vegetables for a while. There was little else that didn't turn his stomach lately. The group were making it their duty to get food that didn't make him sick, even if the rest of them were getting a bit tired of fish. The last time they had rabbit Joxer ran from the fire and vomited his breakfast into the bushes. Xena knew by this time next month Joxer would likely have moved on to a different craving, if not sooner and they would accomidate him as best they could. As long as his cravings weren't exceedingly extravagant.

"The food smells great," Joxer announced in a chipper voice, "Gabby really is a wonderful cook."

He beamed at the blond woman and she had the grace to blush and smile back, "I do my best."

Hercules and Iolaus appeared holding a bunch of strawberries and some lettuce, "We found more greens and these strawberries are really good. Iolaus had about a two dozen to start but he kept eating them."

"Did not!" The blond man pouted. Hercules smiled at his pouting friend. Iolaus was really cute when he did that.

"We'll have mixed greens with our fish then, and strawberries after," Xena suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Auto hugged Joxer and pushed his nose into the crook of his lover's neck.

The friends sat around the fire talking and enjoying their meal. It was so nice to have a bit of quiet. Traveling brought many adventures and dangers, but camping and enjoying the company of friends was something Auto never knew he could truly enjoy. He had been a solitary person until he crossed paths with Hercules and Iolaus and later Xena and Gabrielle. If he had never met them he would never have gotten the greatest treasure of his life. He would have to thank them for Introducing him to his treasured husband and the man carrying his child.

Joxer was resting his head on Auto's shoulder. He threw his hand up to his mouth and yawned. It was still early but Joxer was worn out from their earlier love making. He scooted over until his hip was squished next to Autos and snuggled into his arm.

"You're really comfortable," Joxer said with a silly smile on his face. His eyes drooped and he let his head roll forward a bit, "Mind if I use yo as a pillow?"

"Wouldn't let anyone else be your pillow love," Auto pulled Joxer until he was in his lap and leaned back as Joxer wiggled around making himself comfortable.

Cupid watched the scrying mirror and smiled it seemed like things were going well for their little mortals. Now if only he could pin Strife down and get him to come to dinner and get to know him on a more personal and less professional level.

He was truly interested and Strife was much more complicated than the other gods gave him credit for. They saw an unhinged godling that was more apt to bite you than hold an inteligent conversation. Cupid had been watching the younger god since they had split from the mortals. There were quite a few gods that saw Strife as a wild animal that they wanted to tame.

Cupid shook his head at them. Adonis was one of the ones that he saw giving sideways glances at the younger god. Ever since he had been rejected so soundly and throughly. Theres nothing like a dagger through your hand to say 'back off.'

Adonis would snub Strife to his face but when he thought nobody's looking he would stare at the other god. There was more than mild curosity there. Cupid felt an unpleasant bubbling in his chest when he thought of it. For a second his eyes were bright green.

Of course whenever Strife saw the god of beauty coming he'd usually just turn around and go the other direction or transport away. He liked Adonis less than he would probably like cerberus shit on his shoe. Adonis didn't seem bothered by this obvious distain. Knowing his adopted brother he probably saw it as a challenge. Strife was one of the few people on Olympus that would even think of turning him down.

Cupid stood from his desk and stretched, his wings flared out. He he really should head to his temple but he'd heard there was some unrest near his Aunt's patron city. He was sure that he could find Strife there and he was up for some entertainment.

This story will be continued in the companion story "Strife in my Life"
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