Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

Cupid's Little Helper	By : Scribe Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 3620 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Xena, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 2
- 3
- 4
Cupid's Little Helper
Chapter Three
I Think He's Interested

Flash

Damn! Lemme tell ya, gold sparklies or no gold
sparklies, I still didn't like transportin. An' doin
it so soon aftah gettin smacked inta the wall didn't
help any. Add all tha stress I was feelin and I came
damn close ta tossin my cookies when we showed up in
Cupid's place. I pushed at him, sayin, "Lemme go
unless ya wanna be decorated!" He took a look at my
face an' obliged.

I staggered back till my legs hit somethin, an' I sat
down. Luckily I landed on somethin soft, an' not too
far down. I put my head between my knees real quick,
an' just sat there, lettin my tummy settle an' my head
quit spinnin. When they did, I didn't really wanna
sit back up. I was kind of ashamed, lettin Cupe see
me like that. Finally I figured that tha only excuse
I coulda had for stayin that way any longah would be
ta blow myself (not possible, no matter what anyone
thinks, an' I'm wunna tha most flexible guys in
creation, an' no, I ain't tellin ya how I know that),
so I sat back up.

Cupid was standin in fronta me, just watchin me.
Without sayin a word, he materialized a cup of
wine an' handed it to me. I drank it off, grateful,
an' it helped settle my stomach even more. While I
was finishin it he sat down next ta me. A folded
cloth appeared in his hand, an' he pressed it ovah my
forehead. It was cool an' damp, an' it felt terrific.
I sighed and kinda slumped.

We just sat there for a coupla minutes, then Cupid
said, "You have a bruise on your cheek from where you
ran into the wall. Go ahead and heal it."

"Oh." I was so used ta bein knocked around that I'd
hardly noticed it. "Thanks." I got rid of it with a
thought.

I was finally feelin good enough ta look around. I
hadn't been in Cupid's place for several years, not
since he'd married Psychobitch. Excuse me, Psyche.
After tha divorce I kept puttin off visitin, tellin
myself that he'd be busy takin care of Bliss an'
shootin people in tha ass in tha name of Love. "Ya
redecorated."

Psyche's taste had been... Mm, I dunno how ta put it.
Sappy-ass rustic? Lotsa geese an' cows on everythin
from curtains ta incense bowls. Tha place was lookin
a lot bettah. Light colahed walls an' ceiling, an'
all tha furniture, drapes, rugs an' whatnots in
different shades of blue. It was soothin without bein
suffocatin, like his Mom's decoratin schemes can be.
"Looks nice, Cupe."

I nevah knew exactly what ta do with my own space.
Unc's basic black an' silver was nice, but a touch
grim aftah awhile. I tended toward sort of a dark
grey theme

He shrugged. "Have to have the proper atmosphere.
Are you all right now?"

"Ya keep askin me that. Look, I ain't upchucked on
ya, so I'm doin okay." I blinked. "Maybe a little
blinded by tha light, but okay."

"Sorry." He waved his hand, an' tha bright light
that had filled tha room was replaced by tha mellow,
golden flickerin of many candles. They filled every
flat surface: white, silver, an' blue. They musta
been scented, cause a subtle, spicy smell filled tha
air.

*If this was 'Dite's place, I'd be chokin on tha
scent of roses right now. But this is... nice. I
took a deep, apreciative breath. *Fuck nice. It's
sexy. But then, duh. He's tha God of Love, right?
He probably can't do anythin that ISN'T sexy.*

"Is this better?"

"Huh?" Whoa, I thought. I'd bettah watch it. I was
almost spacin out there for a minute. "I mean, yeah."

"How hungry are you?"

"Not very. They didn't have any use for tha weddin
feast, so I grabbed what I wanted before I left."

"Will fruit do?"

'Sure."

"Fine." A large bowl of all kinds of perfect fruit
materialized onna tablforefore us. "Get comfortable."

That's when I noticed that we were sittin on his
bed. I looked around. It was tha only piece of
furniture in the room. I thought myself up a nice
couch, but before I could get up an' go to it, Cupe
frowned, an' it vanished again. "Hey."

"You're not going to be cluttering up my place while
you're here, Strife. I have it as I like it."

I blew out a breath, makin a kinda rude buzz. "Fine.
Suit yerself. No skin offa my nose if ya wanna get
sticky stuff all ovah yer sheets."

He was starin at me again, an' he said, "There's
another statement that's open to interpretation."

*Whoa. He did not just make a come-on ta me. Did he?
Nah. That would be ridiculous, unbelievable,
unthinkable... too damn much ta hope for.*

I didn't answer that remark cause for once my
smart-ass gene failed me. Mischief speechless is not
a common thing, people, an' tha fact that I couldn't
think of anythin ta say just got me more confused.

I made a big deal outta choosin exactly tha right
piece of fruit, settlin onna apple that was flawless.
I wanted ta polish it a little, but leathah ain't
good for that, so I hadda rub it on tha sheets.

He watchitchin me again. "What? Ya had yer eye on
this one?"

"No, that's not what I have my eye on."

"Uh. Good." I took a big, crunchy bite outta it. It
was good: tart an' sweet at the same time, an'
juicy? Boy. It ran down my chin. One thing ya gotta
say for Cupe, he sets a good table.

*sigh* Does it bothah you when someone watches ya eat?
It didn't exactly bothah me. More like...
disturbed. Made me feel antsy. Well, I'm antsy
mosta tha time, but more than usual, ya know?

I hadda keep up tha nonchalant, don't-give-a-damn
image, so I lounged back on my elbow while I munched.
I could feel my heart speedin up when he lounged down
nexta me an' kept watchin. It started doin double
time when hechedched out an touched me on tha chest.

"You're making a mess. Dripping all over your
clothes." Alluva sudden tha top part of my outfit was
gone. Cupid's eyes narrowed. "Hm. I didn't
notice the nipple rings when I hauled you out of the
bath. Must've been the bubbles. When did you have
those done?"

"I dunno. Awhile ago."

"Did it hurt?"

I grinned. "Yah."

"How about now?"

"Nah. Not unless somebody gets too rough with 'em.
Othahwise they're kinda..." He reached out and
tugged one gently, an' I almost choked. "...nice.
Geez, Cupe, whatta you doin?"

"Just checking. That didn't hurt?"

"Nah. It's just kinda..." He tugged the othah one,
an' I lost my breath for a minute. "intense."

"So I see. It makes it easy to get them hard,
doesn't it?" He touched one nipple lightly, an' I
quickly took another bite of apple cause othahwise Iulduld've moaned.

More juice down tha chin. I licked my lips, tryin ta
catch some of it before it could spill down, but I
didn't have too much success. He was still starin,
an' those eyes weren't just blue now, they were
dark blue. Oh, shit, what was goin on here?

Desperate for conversation, I held out tha apple.
"Want some?"

"Yes." I was relieved when he took tha apple. But
then he tossed it ovah his shoulder an' leaned ovah
me. I sorta fell back an' there he was, braced ovah
my upper body, just kinda fillin up my vision. Tha
view was nice, but I expect my eyes musta been about
tha size of gongs by then.

"Cupe?"

"You're going to be all sticky if we don't get
that apple juice off you. There's a drop, right
there." He bent down an' licked my chest.

My voice was shaky, but I was tryin ta stay cool. "I
can just zap myself clean, Cupe."

"No need." He found another drop a few inches from
tha first one. "There isn't all that much to take
care of."

"Yah don't hafta bother."

"Believe me, it's no bother."

His tongue passed ovah my right nipple, an' I
couldn't help it: I arched up like Damara's cat,
Fluffy, wantin ta be petted. I think I kinda made a
sound like he did, too. Ya know: purrrr.

But, bein myself, I couldn't let that just go, so I
said, "Ya mean ta tell me I dripped all tha way down
there?" Oo. I nevah knew it could feel so good ta
have someone laugh while they had yer nipple in their
mouth.

I heard a rustlin sound. Cupe's wings were vibratin
gently. I've found out since then that sometimes
they do that when he's excited for one reason or
anothah. He lifted his head an' started lickin my
chin. Weird, but sexy as Tartarus. Alluv a sudden my
pants felt too damn tight. An' I thought leathah
wasn't s'posed hrinhrink.

This was movin way fast, an' it was way nice. I
mean, I had tha God of Love about ta put his tongue in
my mouth. Every woman on earth an' a heckuva lotta
tha guys dream about that.

Then somethin happened that... Yeah, I woulda been
proud ta claim it, but I didn't have anthin ta do
with it.

I hear a squeal. "Daddy!" Cupe's head jerked up at
tha same moment we heard tha pitty-patter of little
feet, then he landed on toppa me because a squirmin
bundle of Bliss had just landed on him.

He looked down at me, sighed, and rolled offa me,
twistin an' grabbin his son. "Hey, kiddo, what
are you doing here? Where's Demeter?"

"Her sleepin." A cherubic face peeked at me ovah
Cupe's shouldah. "Hiya Stwife."

"Hey Bliss. You been bein a good boy?"

"No."

"My man!" We slapped palms.

"Whatcha doin here in Dads bes bed, Stwife?"

"Uh..."

"Strife is having a sleepover, Bliss. He's going to
stay here with us for a while. How would you like
that?"

"Cool!"

Cupid blinked at his son, then looked at me
questioningly. I shrugged. "We get along good when
he comes ta visit Ares."

'Granpa!" Bliss crowed. I smirked. Unc was proud of
tha kid, but I loved tha wince when anyone 'cept Bliss
called him that. "Go see Granpa?"

"Soon, but yhoulhould be in bed. All good little
godlings should be asleep." He stood up, picked up
Bliss, and carried him toward the door. "You've got
to stop sneaking out when Demeter is watching you,
Bliss. I guess I'm going to have to take away the
door to keep you in the room." His voice was fadin as
he went inta tha hall. "Olympus knows what I'm
going to do when you learn how to transport."

Okay, I hadda minute or two ta think. Once I got
enough oxygen ta operate my brain again, that is.
What, precisely, tha fuck was goin on?

Oh, well, aside from a seduction. I got that. Duh.
I'm not that stupid. But tha sheer... I dunno...
inappropriateness of it was tossin me for a loop.

Tha God of Love, an' Mischief? Light, an' Dark.
Day, an' night. Demeter, an' tha Whore of
Babylon. Ya get my drift. I couldn't see it. Not
that I didnt wanna see it, but it's in
everyone's best interests if yer at least a little
realistice now an again.

On one hand ya got Cupid: yer classic Greek god, tha
one that pro'lly got tha mortals usin that
expression. Blonde, buff, golden, gorgeous. Then ya
got me.

Okay, I'm kinda cool, in my own way. I gotta flair,
I got fashion sense, I got good hair. But I'm as
thin as skim milk an' just about tha same color. I usually manage ta avoid tha blue undertones, if I
get a little sun.

Lovers: Cupid's had... Sheesh. It would pro'bly
be easier ta say who he hasn't had.

Me?

*cough* No, I wasn't a virgin! At least not
accordin ta some interpretations. I didn't hafta
worry about attractin unicorns. Good thing, too. Tha
critters shit mountains, an their breath may be like
honeysuckle, but their shit stinks like anyone's.

So I did tha math, an' it didn't take Pythagoras
ta see that what I was comin up with didn't make any
sense. Even if we did get along real good when we
were younger, I couldn't remembah anythin that
woulda indicated ta me that he was warm for my form.

I was led ta tha inevitable conclusion that he was
feelin sorry for me, what with my bein stuck between
Zeus an' Hera, othawise know as Tha Rock an' Tha
Hardass.

Up until then all I'd had was summa my mortal
followers, men an' women who'd gotten desperate
enough or were fucked in tha head enough ta worship
w tha tha main purveyors of Chaos. That, an'...

Huh. Well, didn't it just figure? Someone like
him, an' it had ta be a mercy fuck. Well, it had ta
be. Tha only othah explination was too outlandish.

Now, ordinarily a mercy fuck would be fine with me.
Sex is sex, right? Yer talkin ta tha guy who once
pretended ta drown ta get a water nymph ta save his
butt. Here's a tip: dependin on their mood,
they'll eithah drown yer ass or screw yer brains out
aftah savin ya. Ya take yer chances.

But somehow tha thought of Cupid touchin me with pity
made me burn, but not in a good way. Then it made me
feel cold.

Ya know, I really must be crazy, like Xena an' Herc
an' tha two blondes are always sayin. I had ta be,
'cause I was about ta turn down a chance ta screw tha
God of Love. But I didn't wanna hurt his feelins,
so...

Waitaminute. Did those words just come outta my
mouth? Damn. Somethin odd was really goin on.

I heard his footsteps comin back down tha hall, an
took desperate measures. I thought away my pants
an' boots an' dived undah tha covahs, layin on my
side. Mmmm... silk. Then I slapped my head down on
tha pillow, closed my eyes, an' did my best imitation
of sleep. I'm good, too. Hey, deception is wunna
my stocks in trade.

I heard him come inta tha room. "I found a grey
feather the other day. I didn't have them
before..." His voice trailed off, an' he came
closaj. He said softly, "Strife?"

I felt him kneel on tha bed behind me. I managed not
ta jump when I felt his hand on my back. His voice
was a whisper. "Strife?"

I kept my breathin slow an' steady. It wasn't
easy when his hand slipped down an' palmed tha curve
of my ass, but I did it. We just stayed that way for
a minute. Just about tha time I was ready ta push
myself back at him he sighed and moved his hand. "All
right."

Tha sheet was lifted an' he slid in behind me. Then
I felt his arm go ovah my waist, and he moved up
behind me. All of a sudden he was against my back.
Well, against alla me. I could feel his breath on tha
back of my neck, an' his toes brushing tha back of
my ankles, an' a whole lotta Cupid inbetween,
includin somethin very interestin nestled against tha
crack of my ass.

"If this is how it has to be." I felt his teeth
scrape lightly ovah tha nape of my neck, then a kiss.
"Goodnight, cousin."

I guess it's a good thing we went ta bed early,
cause I took a long, long time ta fall asleep.
- 2
- 3
- 4
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Cupid's Little Helper