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Thanks to everyone for the great reviews! Of course, it would figure that I�d get stuck when writing the juicy chapter, huh? GRR.
I don�t know if it�s a warning or just a spoiler anyway� m/m here! LOTS!

Chapter 29 � Clue Bus Boards / Interlude Among the Swords

Cupid�s mouth was on fire and cold and rubbery at the same time. Plus, it was gaping open in a very �fish on a pier� kind of way. But that was understandable. After all, he�d just been given a lifetime of Solstice presents all at once. He�d long ago resigned himself to the notion that Strife wasn�t going to be dropped into his lap for his own joy and pleasure (long about the time Psyche had rolled along). Getting that scroll had all but sealed it.
Getting that kiss had blown it wide open all over again.
"See? I knew you�d freak�"
Cupid was lucky he could even see at all. His eyes focused on his cousin again, who was looking for an exit or a wormhole or a vortex or just about anything that would get him as far out of there as possible. He was blushing and squirming and trying not to look at Cupid with the widest, most impossibly blue eyes imaginable. His long, lean arms were wrapped around himself tightly and he was biting his bottom lip, worrying it plump with ivory-white teeth. And did he smell like fruit? Usually it was something constructively unpleasant, like spiders and dust, but� he wasn�t putting on the Mischief Airs right now, so it was almost lemony. Cupid�s mouth twitched a little into a smile, remembering countless times of watching his cousin eat lemons as if they were apples, liking the tart flavor� as well as the way it made everyone else in the area pucker and squirm. If he licked his lips, he could almost taste the sharp tang of the last one� and something that was wholly unto itself.
"Gods, Cupe, I�m sorry. I shouldn�ta� GAH! What�s wrong wit� me anyway? Use your head!" And the sharp smack of a palm connecting with its owner�s head cleared away some of Cupid�s cobwebs. Waitwaitwait� he�s sorry? For what? Kissing me? Dude, don�t be! While waiting for his voice to regain its senses, Cupid focused on his now-pacing cousin, who�d launched himself up into patrolling around the room and ranting to no one in particular about his general stupidity and lack of worth. Oh, that�s not gonna do at all. Especially since he was now ALLOWED to view Strife as kissable and cute and lean and luscious� It had been a while since the ol� Romance Flame had been stoked for him and now it was a house a�fire.
Meanwhile, his cousin was inventing new ways to deride himself audibly. "I�m scum! Yer tryin� ta help and whatta I do? Molest you! SHEESH!" He was up to the arm-flailing stage, which meant he was probably past listening to any reason. Particularly from the person he thought he�d wronged. It was rare to catch the mischief god in a state like this and it meant that Cupid was going to have to intervene to get his attention. And while he appreciated (and heartily approved) Strife�s approach of shutting him up, he�d have to do something a little more forceful. Strife on a tilt was a hard thing to contain.

His left wing unfurled behind him and he fluttered it sharply, but not so much as to draw Strife�s self-loathing-focused attention. As was always the way with feathers, some were ready to drift free, which was good as plucking them out always stung like Tartarus. He caught a particularly large one and folded his wing back behind him, turning his attention to his bemoaning cousin, who didn�t notice when his shirt suddenly went missing until a cold breeze blew across his back.
"Huh?" and looking down at himself didn�t help his composure. "SWEET HADES, I�M NAKED! WHEN DID THAT H-?" A hand clamped over his mouth, only making him panic and struggle.
"Calm down, cuz." The baritone of his winged cousin didn�t help much. He still wiggled and was making some kind of protest against Cupid�s palm. And it didn�t sound like anything pleasant was a part of it. One of Cupid�s eyebrows launched up. "Oh yeah?"
Strife was about to agree that the love god was indeed being a jackass and a bully and not a little nuts when something made his breath hitch� a soft sensation flicking against his skin. It had been a few years since he�d actually been on the receiving end, but he wasn�t so far gone that he didn�t know what was coming. This time his voice was clear, even through the muzzling hand. "NO."
"No?"
*flick*
Something that sounded like a yipping laugh came out of him and the distinct words "Cupe, come on," as he lurched and arched, unable to really escape from under Cupid�s restraining, muffling touch.
"Go on? OK, you�re the boss." Cupid felt his cousin stiffen a moment in his grasp, the jolt of mischief waylaying any protests for the moment. But Strife needed to settle down. All that whining and flailing was only getting him worked up. And besides� now that they both were bare-chested, Cupid could hardly restrain his glee at getting to hold his writhing quarry close to his body. The thought of Strife wriggling all over him� was entirely too much to pass up. He drew a path with the tip of his discarded feather up Strife�s side, making sure to do it quickly to elicit the best reaction.
He wasn�t disappointed. This time, something akin to a squeal erupted from his raven-haired cousin and a delicious jump and wiggle, almost dislodging the younger god from his grasp. He danced the feather tip across Strife�s pale belly, pausing to tease a navel he was definitely going to nibble later, before skittering to the other side and painting his cousin�s ribs with it. Another shriek against his hand, this one punctuated by a giggle. That�s more like it. Cupid relished the bubble of laughter that broke in the body he held, the tension sapping away a little bit more. He let his quieting hand go slack and retraced the feather�s path back across Strife�s body, relishing the almost hiccuping cackle that it brought. He leaned forward enough to look around front and smiled. Strife was beautiful when he laughed.
"OK, OK, I give already! C�mon, Cupe, give a guy a break!"
"You gonna settle down now?" Cupid asked, his voice deep and dark in a warm breath against Strife�s ear. The twitters were still wracking him, but Strife nodded. "Yeah?" Another nod. "Yeah?"
"Yeah Already!" Strife exclaimed, a little frustration painting his voice. "Sheesh. Ya give a guy an answer an� he�s gotta pester ya until�" A loud gasp cut off any more complaining as the feather brushed directly across one of Strife�s light-pink nipples. A shudder laced with pure pleasure rippled through his body. "Cupe�"
"Shh."
Strife couldn�t find an argument for that. Almost as soon as the tickling had stopped, his skin had become one giant nerve ending, sensitized and tingling. He was aware of every inch of it, including just how much was pressed up against his cousin�s own heated flesh. It reminded him of those first few seconds of new life after he�d been returned from his Great Uncle�s custody in the Underworld � everything was loud and bright and he could hear his own heart pounding in his ears.
The feather skated all over his skin, no longer making him writhe with laughter. He was still squirming, though. Couldn�t help that. He almost jumped through the wall when it grazed the waistband of his pants, riding low as they were. It traced his hipbones slowly until he was sure he was about to quiver out of his skin.
And then, suddenly, the whispery touch was gone. Strife was seconds away from complaining when his eyes rolled back in his head. A large, warm hand took the place of the feather and traced every contour it could find. A low rumble started in his ear and it took him a moment to recognize his cousin�s voice, deep and husky, saying all the things he�d never thought he�d get to hear. Stuff about how he never knew and how long and how much and how sweet and how soft� it was like sex, his voice. Just listening to him was as good as sex had ever been. Which wasn�t a surprise� God of Love and all. Or it shouldn�t have been, anyway. This was all a big shock, as far as Strife could see it. He�d had visions of being tossed through a wall or fireballed into dust or worse� laughed at. Instead, he was getting kissed within an inch of his life.
Which was also a surprise.
Not one to pass up an opportunity when it was parked on his lap (or more specifically, when HE was parked on ITS lap) Strife turned more fully into his cousin�s embrace, wrapped all available limbs around the broad and tan planes of body, and forgot, for a little while anyway, that anything outside that fluffy pink and white room existed.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Somehow� this wasn�t what I was expecting."
Ares barely contained a smirk as he and Joxer stood on the hilltop overlooking the vast field of battle. He could tell that the former mortal was a little surprised. At least a little. And at least for a moment or two. The war god could see the interested spark in his former follower�s eyes as he scanned the scene, the encampment they�d materialized into, the general plane of conflict� He wasn�t sure if it were innate, part of his impending godhood or something bred at the knee of his incompetent warlord father, but it was hard to disguise or dismiss Joxer�s interest in the combative arts.
"Who is this anyway?" Joxer nodded at the warring factions, ignoring any disappointment he might feel at not arriving to find Ares pouncing on him. If the God of War wanted him in on some official business, he really wasn�t in a position to complain. Besides� War with Ares? Like he was going to pass THAT up. Just the thought of it gave his cooling pants a much-appreciated tweak.
"You should recognize them," Ares� voice teased. "You were reorganizing them not so long ago."
Joxer blinked widely and examined the men in pitched combat � sure enough, they were the armies who had been holding the line against invaders heading toward Athens. Still battling a hoard of what looked like general barbarians, the Greek soldiers were more than holding their own, driving back the opposing troops. Joxer looked around � this was far from Athens, from that beach they�d been assaulting. They were� judging from the landscape, far north of there.
"I�m going to keep an eye on that one," Ares nodded over at a man who seemed to be in charge of the Grecian troops. "He�s going far, with the right encouragement."
"A general?"
Ares shook his head. "Probably more like a lord. He�s a good diplomat and the troops like him. But he�s not afraid to do what needs to get done. I just have to figure out how to get him landed. He�ll be good for the people."
"You can do that?" Joxer blurted out before his brain caught up to him. "I mean, isn�t there usually some kind of history of nobility behind those kinds of things?"
"Usually, yes, but� A � I�m a god and B � he�ll make it work. The power that a man of the people has is unparalleled on the mortal plane. Like that doofus brother of mine, Hercules. He wouldn�t be half of the pain in my ass he is if he didn�t have popular opinion on his side." Ares made some kind of grumbling noise about that and then let it go. He found raging at his mortal sibling to be draining when they weren�t actually fighting. Draining and distracting and that wasn�t going to do.
"Don�t be so sure. Brothers have a way of getting under your skin no matter what. It�s like their job sometimes," Joxer chuckled, himself an expert of sorts on both giving and receiving of brotherly torment.
Ares joined his former follower in a small laugh. "You have a point there." He stole up behind Joxer with a nudge of his hips into the new god�s backside. "Something we seem to share�"
"Ares!" Joxer laughed and blushed at the same time. "We can�t. There�s�" and his hand swept over the assembled armies.
"� scores of men who can�t see us." Ares� breath blew hot in Joxer�s ear. "Who won�t see us."
And before Joxer could speak another word, he was naked. He would have �eeped� loudly had he not felt a solid heat molded to the back of him. "You sure they can�t�"
"Think I would do this if they could?" and in a flash, Joxer found the heat gone. Before he could be upset, he felt hands on his butt cheeks, easing them apart. A warm, wet wiggling visitor snaked all the way up and down between them, settling eventually on the pucker within with a warm, loud slurp. Joxer�s eyes rolled back in his head and he had to brace his legs apart from ending up on his face in the dirt, writhing with pleasure. It went on forever or at least he wanted it to. His chorus of happy noises was lost in the din of the battle, though he was really surprised that they were going unnoticed. He half expected to get tripped over while being vigorously tongue-buggered.
Unlike those around them, Ares did hear all the delightful noises Joxer was making. Which only spurred him to further lavish Joxer�s tender hole. Now THIS was Elysium. Outdoors in the glorious sunshine, in the middle of a vicious battle, making his lover squirm with ecstasy. Moments like this were the ones he wanted to freeze time and just teeter on the precipice forever. But while his control was infinite, his patience wasn�t. A final lick-and-poke and he abandoned his task, much to Joxer�s dismay. Short-lived dismay as Ares didn�t waste any time lining up and thrusting in, plunging into Joxer�s molten heat with purpose.
"Open your eyes, Joxer�" the former mortal decided that he would never get used to or tired of Ares� voice rumbling in his ear. He forced his eyes open, a tough task when the joy of being so determinedly filled with iron-hard god-cock made him want to cum and then pass out on the grassy hillock they were perched on. In front of them, the battle raged, the army under Ares� banner decidedly battering their enemy into submission and retreat. "You did that." A cant of Ares� hips let Joxer know just how deep he could be taken� the ache was fantastic. "You set this up. They�re going to win�" a long, slow pull back and a return thrust that lasted an eternity. "And it�s all because of you."
Joxer�s knees trembled, not only at the agonizingly slow but thorough fucking he was getting, but at the words that accompanied it. Praise was not something he took for granted, as it came his way once in a blue moon. Though since his arrival on Mount Olympus, it seemed to be a more frequent thing than it once was.
Ares seemed to sense this (and, Joxer wouldn�t have been surprised to find out, commiserated fully with it) and continued on with his physical and verbal lavishing until Joxer couldn't take it anymore.
"Gahhh� just fuck me already!" Those words alone would have been enough to spur Ares on, to make him arch an eyebrow in an �oh yeah?� and then make his mouthy partner regret their words with some truly rampant thrusting of the �brace yourself� variety. But it was the kindness that came pouring out of Joxer, the affection that seeped out of every syllable. Rare was the occasion when Ares encountered any measure of tenderness directed his way. Mostly it came from the children in his guardianship. Occasionally, it came from siblings. On sparse-as-Tartarus instances, it came from either of his parents. But� almost never from a lover. �Dite excepting, of course, as she seemed naturally endowed with affection for him. Others, though, seemed to lack it.
Joxer had it in spades. It was a chuckle and a squeeze and the look in those large, soft, brown eyes. And a twinkle of naughtiness. Ares suspected that he still had a lot of Joxer left to explore. The former warrior clenched around him in a wonderful spasm, sending Ares� eyes rolling back for a moment. Then, with a grunt and an arched �oh yeah� eyebrow, Ares set to, plundering Joxer like a horny pirate. Which Joxer verbally appreciated with a loud wail that should have made every warrior on the field of battle stop in his tracks.
And would have, had Ares not wrapped them in a bubble of protection. It wouldn�t do to have this interlude suddenly interrupted by a spear to the back or something equally as mood-killing.
Joxer probably should have been embarrassed by the long howl that came out of him when the thrusts from behind got down to some real business, but he couldn�t find the time� Or the blood, as all of his was rushing to one centralized locale currently ensconced inside the Fist of His God� Former God� Ares. Watching that was mind-boggling, those strong, sword-callused fingers encircling him tightly and pulling and squeezing� He flung his arm up to hold onto Ares� neck and shoulder, steadying himself as he was pulled and pushed between the two sensations battling for his attention. He humped back against every thrust, tossing in a squeeze he�d learned to keep from slipping from "bottom" to "passive". Considering the noise it wrenched from his lover�
Joxer�s head spun just thinking about it. My lover. Ares is my lover. MY lover. My LOVER. ARES! IS! MY! LOVER! And I�m�his.

Ares tilted his hips just as Joxer was coming to that revelation, bringing his spear of a cock to bear on the sweetest of Joxer�s spots. He was ready for the yelp and buck that move usually produced. What he wasn�t really ready for (not having been privy to Joxer�s brain lurching into overdrive) was Joxer having the loudest and craziest orgasm of his life. The cock in his hand gave a heavy throb and shiver that Ares felt work its way through the rest of Joxer�s body and an arc of shimmery white launched through the air in front of them. Ares froze, watching as Joxer came all over the landscape and, much to Ares� delight, rammed himself backward onto the impaling cock a few times for good measure, hammering down on his prostate.
And then� the hot velvet Ares had been buried inside slammed shut like a fist, clamping down and wrenching from him a climax that almost brought him to his knees. One second he was watching Joxer shiver and arch and the next, he was only aware of his loins emptying into the paradise of Joxer�s ass.
The deep, long groan behind him was music to Joxer�s ears. The last time, they�d both been pleasingly toasted on fantastic wine, but this time it was all out loud and in color. He could already feel the ache in his ass that would linger for a day or two� more if he was lucky. And the hot gush of cum inside him was molten and sticky and spread warmth all through his body.
He blinked for what seemed like an hour and found himself on the ground, still pressed up against Ares, but now reclining on the cool grass and on the receiving end of a long, leisurely kiss.
"Wow."
"Agreed." Ares chuckled.
"I mean� that was� wow."
"And then some." Ares� arm encircled his middle casually, as if he were going to run off anytime soon. "You know, I do have a tent." He nodded to a wide, peak-roofed canopy set back from the battling that had continued uninterrupted. "My armies always set me up one in case I choose to visit them. And I�m sure there�s some food in there. At the very least some kind of bed� area� thing that would be more comfortable than just laying here on the ground."
Joxer reclined and snuggled against Ares at the same time. "Somehow� I doubt that very much." If he grinned any wider, his face would split in half, he mused. "But the food sounds good. Think there�s any roast chicken? I could go for that." He leaned a strong kiss to Ares� lips. "Gotta keep up my strength after all."
Ares hummed happily, their lips pressed together and vibrating with it. Joxer could see a lot more of this afternoon happening again. Thinking about the task he saw sitting in his near future, he hoped there would be an �again� to speak of.
tbc
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