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Hercules Accidental Obsession	By : AmberDDawn Category: G through L > Hercules Views: 1466 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hercules Accidental Obsession
Chapter 2: Safe from the Hero

Hercules did someting he had never done since he chose the path of a hero. He walked away. He couldn't focus to help those remaining people as their village burned. Even if he knew his beloved Joxer would have stayed and helped. Joxer was so wonderful and kind and smart and funny. He could fish and cook. His singing was wonderful...if he didn't do that Joxer the Mighty song. Even under the spell of the arrow that was still an awful song.

But Hercules had learned while he had travled that Joxer could sing and tell stories. Joxer was really in the wrong feild. He should have been a bard, and he had even confessed to Hercules that he could play the lute. Herculese would give his lover a lute and have him sing and play for him once they were safely away from all this.

Joxer was sexy too. He'd never noticed before what a slim and trim body the man had. He hid it well under all that armor. Maybe he did that so people wouldn't get any less than chivalrous ideas about him. The man had that nice tight little bottom too. Oh gods! That bottom was probably being molested, or worse, by his half brother. That feind!

Hercules didn't know where Joxer was secreted off too but he knew where to start looking, Ares temples, and he would knock every single one to the ground if that was what it took for him to find Joxer.

He marched determinedly down the road toward the nearest city. Athens had a temple to Ares even, if Athena was their patron goddess. He had a big shiny polished marble temple, and Hercules was going to demolish it. He knew there had to be some others along the way and if he passed any shrines or temples to the god of war they were going down.

"I'm coming for you Joxer! I'll save you my love!" His shouting startled a flock of phesants that flapped away in terror. If the animals could understand greek, and if they had compassion they would pray to any god that, that scary man didn't find the person he was looking for. Hercules sighed and kept walking.

He started thinking of what he would do with his beloved once he found him. There would be love making, lots of it, but he would also need to find a place where even a god couldn't reach them. Maybe he could beesech his father to place a protection on the young mortal.

Zeus would do no such thing. Even his children had not been able to escape the wrath of the gods, nor his wives. He felt a pang in his heart. Thinking of Deianeira and Serena usually made his heart ache so unbearably but the pain was dulled. Joxer would make him feel better. His beloved could soothe his hurts.

Joxer sighed. This had to have been the strangest week of his life. The first part had been great. Traveling with Hercules alone. Getting to fish and cook and sing for someone who was at least polite enough to humor him. He was actually not as oblivious as everybody thought he was. Oh sure he was a little slow some times and he was clumsy, but he knew he was more tolerated than accepted by his friends. Yes he called them friends! They were the closest things to real friends he had ever had. He'd take what he could get!

Now though. He had been bathed and dressed in a knee length white sleeping tunic and put in bed by his god, Ares! That one! Really! This was bizarre.

He felt a little naked with no pants but when he complained Ares just gave him that look, the 'I am the god of war you better be happy I don't just fireball your ass to Tartarus' look. You know the one, well if you've been lucky enough to see Ares in person and survive.

Ares is scary; beautiful, very beautiful; but also very, very scary. Joxer let the god put him in the bed that was made up for him. The room he was in looked like a bedroom might in King Iphicles' palace. Joxer had never been there but he would bet you all his dinars it looked a lot like this room. The bed was a decent size and wonderfully soft. There were curtains on the windows and a beautiful carpet next to the bed. Nicer than any place Joxer had slept in his life. Even his father's stately home couldn't compare. Not that he or his brothers lived in the lap of luxery there but still...Joxer had lost track of his thoughts.

Joxer lay in bed and almost bolted up when three priests came in. One carrying a bowl of food, one with a Jug of wine and another with a tray of what looked to be medicine. But he felt...well he did feel sore and achy. His legs were painful actually like they had been broken. His skin tingled...Almost like he'd been burned severly. He didn't know why. The last he remembered Herc and Ares were yelling at each other then Ares was throwing fireballs...Then Herc hit that house and the wall collapsed and there was a girl. Joxer felt the memories flood back into him and he wheezed and couldn't breath.

Joxer gasped for breath but he never seemed to be getting enough. He could feel the burning air around him and the intense heat boiled his skin. He could see it bubbling and reddening then charing black. He closed his eyes to it. His face was searing hot. Nobody was going to save him. Hercules had to save the girl. She was safe though. He had done good.

He resigned himself to die. So why was he there? He felt a hand on his back rubbing soothing circles there, relaxing him. His breathing slowed. Tears streamed down his face as he relived his near death and the pain and fear washed over him. He was trembling. Joxer blinked the tears away and looked to the one rubbing his back.

One of the priests, a young man probably even younger than Joxer. Ares was standing at the bed not looking at him. Joxer felt his heart sink, but what could he expect. Here he was crying like a baby and wallowing in his pain. How ungrateful of him after the god had saved his life. The priest asked if he thought he could eat. Joxer nodded. He was handed a bowl of stew and a goblet of wine was set on the bedside table.

Ares felt trepedation as he watched Joxer panic and stop breathing for a few seconds. He wasn't used to dealing with someone so fragile. Usually his priests dealt with the aftermath of battle and that was typically just funeral rights. He had not liked how helpless he felt when Joxer seemed to be choking on the very air in his lungs. His priest had acted first whispering in his ear and rubbing his back. Why did he want to belt the man across the room? Oh, Just because he had touched what was his is all.

There were cases where soldiers would get traumatized during a war and come back incapable of coping with life. It was similar to what Joxer had just gone through only it could be more prolonged and lead to someone gettin hurt or killed. Most of the time the soliders with these problems would either kill themselves or drink themselves to death. That priest seemed to be good at dealing with post war traumas. He should probably promote him and send him to a larger city...tomorrow in fact. Get him away from Joxer before he gets ideas.

Joxer ate his stew slowly ocasionally his breath hitched but he was over all calm. When it was gone he said a quiet thank you, and then a thanks to Ares for providing him with a meal and a bed.

A draft was put in the wine to help him sleep. He drank it down and handed the cup over. The priest with the medicines and bandages came over to examine Joxer. He smiled at his lord, "The young man seems a little tender but nothing a good rest should not set right my Lord. That draft should help him sleep through the night."

"Thank you," Ares said staring at his new charge, "I must go take care of some things I expect him to be well looked after. I'll check in tomorrow." They heard quiet snoring. Joxer was already out like a wet torch. Ares stepped forward and brushed brown hair out of his eyes. He had such soft hair. Ares pulled his blankets up to his chest. He chuckled to himself. He almost leaned in and kissed the mortal. Ares flashed to his home on Olympus. He blew out a long breath. Let the priests take care of him. They'd not do anything ontward to one he showed so much favor to.

Joxer would be fine while he cooled off. Ares had to wonder if he hadn't been hit with an arrow too...He would know but damn if he didn't want to go crawl into bed with that silly man back on earth.

Herculese was frustrated he had destoryed three shrines and he was currently tossing furniture around in a small temple. Ares was ignoring his demands to see Joxer. One of Ares preists had promised to get him this Joxer if he would only leave the temple in peace. He tossed the man through a window. Hercules sighed Joxer wasn't there and Ares was going to ignore him. He didn't know what to do. He could go to his father's temple and petition him formally. He could do that right there and then but he had a feeling even Zeus might be a bit pissed at him for wrecking a temple and frightening the Priests (hardened war expirenced men were weeping in the corner and cowering away from him).

Hercules was holding the solid polished stone alter over his head. He looked around him and just dropped it. The thing cracked in half and lay ruined like most of the temple. It was still standing and it could be repaired but it would take these mortals years to get it back to its former glory. The demi-god decided to move on. Joxer wasn't there, but he had a hunch that one of Ares temples housed Joxer. It was unlikely he would take a mortal up to Olympus. Calling his father could wait he needed to think things through better. Once his rage ebbed and he was calmer he realized his mistake. Ares wouldn't care if his priests were hurt or killed or even if his temple was disgraced if it made him look bad. It wasn't going to get Joxer back.

Hercules was worried. As wonderful as his beloved was he was still a weak mortal and vulnerable. What if Ares didn't want Joxer and was just using him as a lure to tease him? Who's to say Ares' priests wouldn't use Joxer as their personal amusement. He could be using Joxer to reward some of his favorite warlords. Hercules knew how that kind of thing worked. These were ruthless men. They would take any offering from their god and missuse and abuse it. Joxer was just an object to these people and to Ares. Hercules shuddered at the thought.

He walked away from his own orgy of wanton distruction. The people in the surrounding village hid in their houses wondering what they had done to anger the gods to bring this monster into their midst in the guise of a man.

The men of the village had gathered and watched the man leaving. They were of the mind to attack this man who had defiled their Lord's temple but none of then were too keen on tangling with a man who could lift Ares alter like that. That thing weighed more than the biggest oxe in the village.

"That was the famous Hero Hercules," Someone whispered in shock. They had heard of the rumors that the man and their parton god Ares didn't get along. The men whispered among themselves as the women and children were kept hidden in their houses.

"We gotta do somethin," One growled angrily as the Hero walked right past them. Hercules for his part was too busy thinking of ways they were probably violating his beloved Joxer to notice the throng of angry men.

They watched him truge off. Nobody volunteered. They were mostly farmers some part time soliders but most of the strong brave men were out marching in one of their Lord's armies at that moment.

Hercules was gone before any of them worked up the courage to throw his life away so the men went to the temple to see if anyone needed help. Seeing the distruction up close the men decided they had made the best choice not further baiting that man.

It was early. Too early to wake but Joxer's bladder had other ideas. He didn't know where he was but the bed was nice and soft. He really didn't want to get up. Joxer felt a hand on his head and he nearly bolted up. He was pushed down by a strong hand and he cracked his eyes open.

"Good morning," The priest smiled. Joxer felt confusion wash over him for a second then he remembered the previous day's events. His breathing quickened but the man above him helped him sit up and started rubbing his back soothingly, "It's alright. You're safe here. Lord Ares told us to take care of you so you must have impressed him."

Joxer nodded and smiled unsurely. Nearly baking to death under a house wasn't much in the way of an impression. Perhaps the god had simply taken pity on him. Joxer tried to reconcile this idea with the idea of the God of War and it didn't quite fit.

"Are you hungry?" Then man grabbed a bowl from the bedside table.

Joxer shook his head, "I...uh...I need to pee." He blushed and wiggled in bed.

"Oh," The man smiled indulgently. This man was rather amusing. Perhaps that was why their lord brought him to them. He moved away to allow Joxer room to get up. He slid from under the blanket blushing as his night tunic rode up on his thighs. The priest was watching him and Joxer noticed a faint pink tinge to his cheeks. Joxer had nice legs. He's had them complimented before...Usually by large burly, horny, and very drunk men. That's one of the reasons he didn't like going around without pants.

Joxer got to his feet and managed to only wobble a little bit. He tugged the tunic down as far as it would go, "So...uh...which way to the latrine?"

"We have a nice lavatory, let me show you," The priest flung his arm around the unsteady man and led him to their private toilet area. It was nice and clean with lovely mosaic tiling. Joxer didn't want to mess the place up by using it but he had to go. He felt a little bit warm with the other man hugging his arm around him, and embarassed.

"Well, thanks..." Joxer blushed.

"Call me Tros," He smiled and pulled away from the man, "And you are?"

"Oh, I'm Joxer," He smiled blushing vibrant, "Sorry I need to take care of this." He turned and lifted his tunic. Tros watched the white linnen slide up over Joxer's butt. The man had fine legs and a well formed posterior. He looked away before Joxer could realize he had flashed the priest.

When he finished Tros lead him back to bed, "You're supposed to be on bed rest for the day."

"Okay," Joxer clammered back in bed and sat there.

"Now about breakfast," He handed Joxer the bowl of stew and brought a chair over so he could sit with him.

Joxer ate heartily and smiled, "Thank you, that was very good."

"Would you like more?" The man asked eagerly.

"No I'm ok," Joxer said, "I'm not used to having such rich food. Usually only onions and fish for me."

Tros nodded. It would not do for Joxer to get over fed then be sick. They were trying to make him well not prolong his time in bed.

"Well I think you should get some rest then Joxer," The priest took the bowl and the covered Joxer to his chest. His hand glided over his shoulder then cupped his cheek. This man was something special.

"You had better remember your place mortal," Ares's deep voice interupted them before the god appeared in a flurish of red sparks. Tros slowly removed his hand and sighed in dissapointment. So this was one of Lord Ares special favored mortals. He could see why. Joxer wasn't bad looking, and he had a very nice body.

Joxer was pressing back into his pillow. Ares sounded angry and he had said mortal not Tros.

"Relax Joxer," Tros whispered. Ares growled. The priest quickly stepped away before his god decided to remove him.

Ares loomed over Joxer looking at him. He looked fine. Ares nodded in approval, "Feeling better Joxer?"

"Yes my lord," Joxer looked away mumbling.

"Look at me when you speak to me Joxer," Ares commanded softly.

"Yes my lord," Joxer looked up with frightened eyes.

Ares had already frightened the man, "I am not going to hurt you Joxer. I saved you. I don't typically go around wasting my energy like that."

"Yes Lord Ares," Joxer nodded and agreed quickly.

Ares frowned at the interuption but continued, "I brought you here for two reasons. Firstly, you impressed me yesterday with your bravery. Secondly, I brought you here to keep you from Hercules," He paused.

Why had he really? Sure Cupid had asked him to, and it was driving Hercules crazy. He had already wrecked five shrines and terrorized one temple. ...But really why should he care if Hercules violates Joxer? It would hurt him more in the long run if he harmed someone he considers a friend, then if Ares dangled Joxer in front of him like a peice of meat. Less entertaining but more painful. Ares looked at Joxer and the man was frail looking and weak. Why should he care for a weakling like this?

Ares shut down his introspection. He was a god. Nobody questioned him. Why should he question himself? Joxer was amusing, and he had a nice body. Maybe he would indulge in that nice body, but first Joxer must get well and he must get some defensive training. If Hercules did find him before his son were to finish the antidote he wanted Joxer to be able to escape Hercules.

Joxer watched Ares as he thought to himself. He wished he could read the god and know what he really wanted of him. He knew there had to be more to it than that. Nobody cared about him enough to protect him without expecting something in return. Joxer looked to his god and decided he didn't care. This was his god. If Ares wanted anything from him it was already his to take.

Ares cleared his throat, "Once you are feeling up to it I want you to start defensive training. We will see how you handle that before we move on to anything else. Consider it a blessing from your god."

"Thank you Lord Ares," Joxer smiled shyly. Ares couldn't stop the smile that crept onto his lips.

"As along as you take your training seriously," He warned but there was no threat in his voice.

Joxer's smile widened into his tradmark goofy grin and he nodded, "I'll do my best for you my Lord!"

Ares swore his heart skipped a beat. The way Joxer said my lord was so, so personal like he never thought of calling another god his, not any of them. Only him, Ares. Joxer was only his. Ares nodded and leaned back, "See that you do mortal."

Ares produced another goblet of wine like the one from the previous night, "Drink this and rest. If you're well tomorrow, we'll start your training."

Ares brought the goblet to his lips and Joxer drank it obediantly. His lips were red from the wine. Ares traced those lips with his finger and licked the sweet liquid off it. Joxer blushed deeply but he was already dosing again.

Ares looked at his young priest who had watched the exchange. Tros he was called. He gave him a warning glare before he vanished to go clean up some of the messes Hercules had made. Maybe go taunt him a little.

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