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See part one for all the semi-legal song and dance.
DANGER WILL ROBINSON - SLASH AHOY! If you don�t wanna read about dudes climbing all over each other and enjoying the benefits of drunken lurve, I suggest you go somwheres else for now.

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Part 20 - Personal Worship

"Wait-wait-wait. Wait. Just wait right there." Joxer held up the hand not wrapped around a goblet and halted the conversation. "Wait." Another long sip of a wine too delicious to believe and he could go on. "He doesn�t know."
"Nope." If the God of War could be said to possess a silly grin, this was it. And there had been plenty of Bacchus� best vintage poured into it.
"How is that even possible?" Joxer blinked hard. The wine was good, but he wasn�t even close to drunk. He wondered if that was a god thing, too. "I mean, you�re� a god!"
"You�d think he�d pick up on it, but no." Ares� broad shoulders shrugged. "I suspect it�s willful ignorance at this point. There�s no excuse for it."
"And you�re not going to tell him."
Ares made an annoyed sort of snorting noise. "As if he would believe me after all this time. �Uh, Herc, you know all those times we�ve knocked down half of Greece because we were fighting? Well, it was all fake. I was just helping you fine-tune your godly gift.� Yeah, that�d go over real well."
Joxer couldn�t help but picture Hercules� befuddled look at that possible revelation. And then, he couldn�t help but laugh. "Pr-promise me if you ever tell him, you�ll bring me along!"
"Done and done," Ares chuckled, imagining the same face but with a few embellishments. Like a pile manure for the hero to fall in. It may be training, but that didn�t mean he couldn�t enjoy himself. "But you have to bring me with when you tell Xena and the blond harpy that you're a god."
Joxer quieted quickly at the sound of those names and Ares was momentarily concerned that he'd killed the friendly, flirty mood by bringing those two up. He didn't need to worry. "Oh, I think I'll sell tickets to that one." Joxer waggled his eyebrows a little, which sent Ares off into a made gale of laughter, thinking about his daughter and her� companion� And Joxer followed, rocking back and guffawing right along.
Too much laughing and too much wine finally added a little squirm to Joxer's posture. And he hated to have to break up the good times that were being had, but he didn't much favor having an accident in front of his god, never mind in front of his favorite lust-fantasy and the guy he just plain loved. His wine-soaked brain didn't bother to analyze any of that, just accepting it for now while in such dire peril.
"Stay here. I gotta� see a horse about a man." Joxer levered himself up and realized just how much of that delicious wine was sloshing around inside him. Not only was his bladder warming up the chorus, but his eyes were decidedly blurry and he wasn't quite sure where the door was.
"Easy, tiger. Don't go wandering around inside, you'll just get lost. Probably wind up sleeping with Graegus. We're outside. Pick a friendly corner and have at it." Ares gave a casual wave of his hand toward the rest of the garden. "Just try not to piss on anything important."
Joxer snorted, wondering what in the Garden of War would be considered unimportant enough to take a leak on. After a good deal of stumbling in one general direction, Joxer found a suitable olive tree. It was tall and sturdy, with lots of thick bark and high branches. Nothing important enough to get him sizzled, he assumed. Plus, it was just this once. He wasn't going to make a habit of tinkling all over Ares' things, even at his suggestion.
It had been a long while since Joxer had operated a toga, and he'd been fairly drunk then, too. He felt a little more clearheaded now, owing whatever to his recent godliness, but for some reason, he couldn't find his way in. He fumbled at the folds of cloth, trying to find the inevitable split in fabric that would keep him from making a huge mess of himself. It'd been an even LONGER while since he'd been drunk enough for that to happen. But after a few minutes of floundering, he hadn't made any progress. "Aw, c'mon. I know I'm in here somewhere. Dammit, Strife, where in Tartarus is the hole?"
"Knowing Strife, there isn't one," Ares chuckled from behind him. "Little scamp takes his mischief wherever he can get it." Joxer could clearly hear the affection in Ares' voice for his nephew, something that might have been foreign and shocking for Joxer to witness not all that long ago.
Joxer gave a long sigh that ended with a smile. "Yeah, I shoulda seen that one coming. I guess he's got to keep in practice." He abandoned his search for the open end and pondered for a second. "Can't I just flick my fingers and fix this?"
"The robe? Maybe. Strife may have spelled it so you can't, though," Ares hoisted himself up and managed to make his way over to Joxer after a few discreetly stumbled steps. He didn't get drunk, as a rule, but this was far more indulged than he usually allowed himself. "The need to piss? You could. But it's a waste of energy, which you'll be hearing plenty about later from Gaia, so don't sweat it. It's just easier to do this."
Joxer stiffened at the feel of a pair of hands on his shoulders. No two guesses about the owner. He had to swallow hard at the feel of that touch, the almost sensual slide of callused palms on his skin making it prickle and tingle. Fingers dragged along his shoulders until the robes fluttered to his feet in a pile of fabric. Then, they lingered on Joxer's arms, just barely touching. A scant breeze blew warmly across him, reminding him that the long toga had been the only thing he'd been wearing aside from sandals and whatever it was Strife had set on his head, which may have well been rabbit ears considering who'd done it. He hadn't gotten a chance to check it out today and now was a little wary of it. After all, he'd been walking around with it on all day. And now, they were all he wore above his knees.
"Uhh, thanks."
"No problem."
"Could you, uh," Joxer made a quick twirling motion with one hand and heard another warm chuckle from behind him and a rustle of grass as Ares turned his back to him.
"Shy much?"
Joxer snorted and then sighed as the pressure building within him came rushing out. "You really wanna watch, go ahead. I'm just trying to be polite."
Ares didn't give voice to it, but he appreciated the effort. Not many on Olympus bothered with the finer points of decorum - some hardly bothered to pause mid-thrust to talk to you if you walked in at an inopportune moment. A change would be nice. "Thanks."
Joxer smiled at Ares' near-sheepish tone. "No problem." Job done, he gave a final shake and stepped back from it, happy not to be backing into Ares. He was about to stoop and collect the robes when a gentle hand on his elbow stopped him.
"Is that really necessary?" A husky note in there made Joxer shiver a little, in a good way. They'd kind of been dancing around this all evening, not being too forward, but now Ares' thumb was stroking his arm and it felt like the most erotic touch he'd ever gotten.
"Maybe not." Sober, he wouldn't have dared. But right now, his nerves were swimming happily and blissfully unaware. "I mean, I don't HAVE to get dressed�"
Ares' breath was hot on the back of his neck and Joxer was amazed he wasn't on the floor in a puddle of sweat just thinking about it. "No, you certainly don't."
"What if someone comes by, though? Like, say, your mother? I wouldn't wanna be�" and Joxer hadn't even finished the thought when the sky above them rippled with a sparkly purple that disappeared quickly. "Barrier, right?"
"Yep."
"Handy little thing."
"Endlessly. Now, you were saying?"
"Something about not getting dressed, I think?" Joxer turned slowly, a languid and leering grin on his face. A spike of arousal shot straight through the War God - Joxer couldn't possibly know how enticing he was in only sandals and a laurel, their sparkle only accenting the former mortal's own beauty. Beauty that was his alone tonight. Every night, his brain corrected him, having already made a functional decision without sending out notice to the rest of him. He had to shake himself back to attention as Joxer was saying something and he wasn't about to miss out on it now. "�better hurry. I think I'm ahead." Joxer's large, expressive eyes, twinkling with something lewd and mischievous, swept up and down Ares' body, filling him in on the rest of the words he'd missed out on in the interim.
"Hmm. I do so hate to lose." Without even a blink, Ares banished his clothes to his closet, pristine and waiting for their master. Joxer's eye widened and took in the scenery again, his leer turning appreciative. "Better?"
"Much." As if Ares needed improvement or something. That thought boggled Joxer's last few functioning brain cells. But the leather was gone and there was just tan and muscles and hair and he was starting to feel lightheaded as all his blood charged off for parts south. If anyone was more impressive when naked, Joxer would be hard-pressed to believe it. He shivered a little as Ares' hungry eyes swept over him appraisingly.
"I agree." Ares all but purred as he closed the scant distance between the two of them, stopping just short of pressing right up against Joxer's chest. "Joxer�"
"Tell me later. Whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait." And to seal that thought, Joxer leaned up and brushed a kiss to his former god's lips, soft but not delicate and firm enough to get the message across. After a brief moment, he could feel a hand on the small of his back pressing him closer, nudging him to fit against the sensuous nudity of the man in front of him. But that was all. No sudden groping, no tossing to the ground and pouncing� nothing more than a simple gesture to gather him in.
It was enough. For Joxer, who'd been so starved for acceptance for so long, that simple gesture was enough. He wrapped both arms around his god and held on for dear life, flickering the tip of his tongue against Ares' bottom lip in invitation. In a split second, something warm and wet and questing met it and the kiss deepened. Ares' taste was dizzyingly delicious and Joxer instantly knew he'd never get enough of it. He intercepted Ares' free hand as it rose to flash them out of there.
"Here." It was muffled against Ares' mouth, but it was clear as day.
"Here?"
"Right here." And to drive the point home, Joxer released his death grip and gave Ares' shoulders a good nudge down. They both dropped down to the grass, still without much room for daylight between them. The former mortal's fingers found a home in the war god's dark curls, pulling him even closer and allowing the revitalized kiss to burn long. Ares was fire against Joxer, an inferno of godly life. The hand on the small of his back migrated down and caressed, nudging Joxer's hips forward and making him tremble as his groin rubbed against his god's. Without any further prompting, Joxer rubbed against Ares, the friction driving him instantly crazy with pleasure. Strong thighs slid open and took Joxer in, cradling him as he thrust up in a slow rhythm and clutched to the immortal he'd loved from afar for so long. A finger flicked between his buttocks and he shuddered in delight, disengaging from Ares' mouth long enough to make his case.
"Yes, PLEASE."
There was something to be said for being polite. The next thing he knew, Joxer was flat on his back on the grass, his eyes rolling back in his head, legs splayed open wide as he was impaled on an incredible thickness. A faint ache told him he'd be paying for this in the morning with some intriguing soreness, but he couldn't find the heart to care. Ares filled him, stretched him� completed him. A firm, wet kiss found his lips again, a broad chest rubbing against his pale one as he was slowly humped into next week. Fingers twiddled and stroked his sac and teeth teased the shell of his ear, the curve of his shoulder, the points of his nipples. He returned the favor wherever he could, finding a tendon in Ares' neck that needed nibbling, a valley of hipbone that needed a questing caress, a navel begging for attention. Joxer tilted his hips and was rewarded by near unconsciousness as Ares battered into that spot inside him that made him yelp every time. Strong hands braced his thighs open and if he looked down, he could watch himself getting plundered in a hearty fashion. An amazing sight, that, watching Ares' turgid flesh spearing him.
It was like being set alight by stars. Joxer could feel the inevitable building up inside him and he wanted it to never come. He wanted to dangle on the edge of joy like this for all the rest of his days, existing only in a perpetual state of pleasure. He envisioned being a pleasure slave to his god, being taken anywhere, at any time, simply on Ares' whim. He wondered if it were possible to explode from pleasure overload. He wondered if everyone in Greece would hear him cum when it was finally wrung from him. He wondered if Ares would let him return the favor.
"Shit, Jox," Ares' voice was husky and strained - when Joxer's eyes focused on him, he could see his god above him, braced on either side of him with trembling arms, struggling against the obvious as his hips clenched with each strong thrust. "A guy can only hold out for so long against that kind of incentive. Even if he is a god," Ares chuckled breathlessly.

"So don't." And Joxer let himself go, almost pushing his thoughts and sensations at Ares in one rush of passion and lust. Ares growled as it hit him, washing over him in a tide he wouldn't even try to stop. He reveled in all that Joxer gave him, both in image and body. He saw Joxer's desire to be his and to be fucked into oblivion and he obliged happily, picking up the pace until his name was the only word Joxer knew anymore. And he'd never tire of hearing it gasped out like that, yearning and wanton.
A touch ended it, and an unlikely one. It caught Ares off-guard and sent him hurtling into bliss-filled oblivion, Joxer tumbling over right along with him. The simpleness of the gesture was astounding, but it was something that would linger in Ares' head and heart for a long time.
The feel of Joxer's fingers lacing with his own...
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