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Hercules Accidental Obsession	By : AmberDDawn Category: G through L > Hercules Views: 1467 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hercules Accidental Obsession
Chapter 3: Learning Hurts

Ares had originally intended to openly taunt his half-brother, but as Hercules never noticed his godly energies he stayed invisible. The demi-god muttered under his breath as he walked throught the village that happened to be in his way. Every once in a while his speach would pick up and become coherant, "Took MY Joxer...*mutter mutter*...that BASTARD...*mutter*... *grumble*...*growl*...Ares...*growl*...*hiss*...sword crammed up his ass and see how he likes it...*sigh*...My poor sweet Joxer being DEFILED by them...*mumble*...can't reisit his perfect body...have to find him!"

Hercules went on his rant starting and finishing at the idea that Joxer was being raped. Ares shook his head. The only one he knew that wanted to rape Joxer at that moment was Hercules. Only under his spell he would probably not see it as rape. Joxer's refusal was merely shy reluctance. His protests and fighting were him being coy. His cries of pain and fear the sweet timber of ecstasy.

Ares didn't need to see any more, didn't need to read his mind either. Hercules was obsessed. The arrow would probably have led to a mild infatuation if he were a full god, but it was over powering his ability to reason. In this state he was little better than a beast at the peak of rutting season. At least it was only focused on the one mortal, that he thankfully could not find. If he got the other three involved that might change fast. He could only hope they realize he is enchanted before they beleive the mad ravings and help him 'rescue' Joxer. Ares left his half-brother to burn off his energy marching to Athens. He had a mortal to check up on.

Joxer was allowed to sleep for two days. In that time Hercules had terified two small temples and he knocked over any shrine to war he came across. Rumors were spreading that the famous hero had gone mad or at least he was executing a single handed assult on Ares. Iolaus heard through the grape vine of his long time friend's campaign. He made his excuses to his family and cut his visit short heading toward Athens which seemed to be Hercules destination. He knew something was up. Even with his strong dislike of Ares he never went out of his way to disturb any temples, not unless Ares had done something. Iolaus was worried. He hitched his pack on his shoulder and headed out.

Ares smirked at his mortal. The man seemed a bit uncomfortable in his new clothes. Not physically uncomfortable mind you. The mortal man stood nervously. What Ares had given him to wear was a bit tight. He felt self-conscious that his body was on show, but the god assured him this was the best outfit for training in, no loose clothes to catch on, or trip over, anything.   The pants were soft light leather and hugged him from hips to ankles. The shirt was dark blue chin silk and clung to him like a second skin. He was wearing calf length boots of the softest brown leather he had ever touched. Despite the fineness of the clothing he felt naked.

Neither the god nor the priests who were oriented to apriciate the male body could complain. Despite his clumsieness Joxer was very fit, lean and muscled in all the right places. Those legs were a dream. Ares smirked as Joxer turned around trying to look at his backside. He couldn't blame anyone for wanting to watch those muscles move under the tight leather and silk. Joxer's upper half wasn't too bad either. He was skinny but his arms had definition. He was willowy and with proper training he could become quite agile.

"You are going to receive training from my priests, but First things first. You trip...a lot. You get caught up in thought and don't look were you're going. Still if you could find your center of gravity then you would be less likely to fall on your ass...or your face...when you do trip," Ares stated. Joxer looked to him confused. Ares rolled his eyes, "As I said, you trip a lot...but if you had better balance you wouldn't fall as often."

Joxer smiled unsurely. Ares nodded and waved his hand toward the hall. Joxer didn't think about the fact that he was walking ahead of his god he only obeyed. Ares smirked as he got a wonderful view of the mortal's gorgeous backside. There was a priest waiting at the end of the hall. The door had bright light shining behind it.   The priest held it for them revealing an open area. There was a roof and pillars but it was outside. The breeze was pleasantly cool. It would be a good day to exercize.

Tros and two other priests were waiting outside. They were not wearing their normal robes but something more similar to Joxer's clothes maybe not quite so tight or nearly so fine materials. Joxer blushed, he really stood out in the expensive looking clothes. He didn't really like standing out in this way. Ares' priests might resent such favoritism and go even harder on a loser like him.

There were racks of weapons and what looked like a small arena sunk into the ground with a ledge going around the boarder acting both as a step and a seating area. Tros was standing in the middle of the ring holding a wooden sword. Joxer looked around. He started to go pick a pratice sword for himself.

A strong hand landed on his shoulder, "Nu-uh you are going to be learning how to dodge today. First you learn how to avoid being hit without a weapon or sheild." Joxer turned to his god and nodded. He stepped into the area with Tros. Ares frowned at his young priest. Tros was the best choice for this. His build and height were right, but Ares didn't like how the mortal looked at Joxer's body with the same kind of apreciation he did.

Joxer was on the tall side but Tros was half a head taller, and he was built like Hercules. Even though he could not compare with Hercules' god enhanced strength, he would be a challenge for most normal men. Joxer wasn't meant to defeat him in battle...not yet anyway. He was only meant to learn how to stay alive and uninjured in a fight, and if possible how to escape completely.

The god knew if his hated half-brother were to manage to find them before Cupid could adminster an antidote, he would hurt Joxer. While he relished the idea of Hercules getting knocked down a few pegs, he was not going to let the sanctimonious idiot touch Joxer. Hercules will reap the rewards of hatred and selfloathing his actions have caused, but Joxer was not to be his sacraficial lamb. He had better, more pleasing plans for the mortal. Joxer's needless suffering wasn't rewarding to him. It didn't serve his purposes to have the mortal ruined. There was potential inside this silly man and he meant to bring it out.

Ares looked to Tros and nodded. His indiferent appearance masked his excitment. He sat on the ledge and produced a goblet of wine for himself and a platter of suclent meats and fragrant cheese.   He picked at his platter as he watched the priest get into an offensive stance Joxer tried to copy his moves and Ares shook his head. He didn't interfere. Mortals tended to learn faster when they got hurt and as long as he was only going against a wood sword he should be fine. It was designed to break before bone would.

The lessons learned here would stick with Joxer and keep him alive a lot longer than relying on the freaky four. The bruises and sore muscles would serve to remind him that, even though he was favored by Ares, he was not going to be coddled like some spoiled pet. He had earned Ares interest with one act, but could he keep it? Rockin' body aside...if he turned out to be less than Ares expected the god would be sorely dissapointed.

Tros knew what his god intended. He didn't like it. Joxer was gentle man and not meant to be in service of such a ruthless god, but he had no place questioning the wishes of his lord and master. Poor Joxer was going to be very sore after today, and they had just gotten him out of bed too. Tros evaluated his stance. Joxer was attempting to mimic him, but he was standing wrong. Besides that as he understood things Joxer needed training from the ground up and he was a bit clumsly. His legs were too wide apart and his body leaned forward with his arms out.

Tross made to jab Joxer in the ribs. Joxer dove to the side and lost his balance immediatly. The warrior priest cringed a bit when the shorter man landed on his face. Joxer groaned and stood up. Tros didn't give him time to fully recover and brought the sword down squarely on his back. Joxer yelped and pulled away. He got back up this time not taking his eyes of his opponent. He was learning something at least.

Tros swung at him again. He landed a blow to Joxer's arm. Joxer tried to move out of the way and admitedly he was only glanced. He was kept on his toes and not given time to think, or to let his mind wander from the task of avoiding blows, but he was wearing down slowly. Joxer was breathing heavily. His fine silk was soaked with sweat and his pants weren't fairing better. Tross was also working up a sweat and puffing. Another hour or so and Joxer would be on his knees. The sun rose in the sky and was shining warmly on the men and the god. Ares had long finished his breakfast and was sipping his ever filling wine goblet.

Ares hadn't gotten bored and Joxer had yet to give in. The sword cracked on his shin and Joxer screamed and tumbled to the floor. Tros looked at the broken wood and tossed the sword away. Joxer was cradling his bruised leg. The priest looked to his god, panting and huffing. That had been quite a workout.

"Take a break," The god shrugged, "Its past lunchtime anyhow and I'm sure Joxer needs a rest."

"I-I can take it, Lord Ares," Joxer panted and slowly stood up.

Ares set a scowl on his face but inside he was pleased at Joxer's tenacity. He stood looking down on his mortal follower, "You would question your god?"

"I-um," Joxer looked up to his god as if he were thinking hard. He shook his head, "No my lord. I'm sorry I didn't mean to question you. I only wish to do my best for you."

"You will do best by following my orders and I order you to eat and rest," Ares thought about it, "And a bath after our phycisican looks after your bruises."

"Yes Lord Ares," Joxer bowed his head and limped toward the ledge. Ares reached for Joxer's hand and hauled him up the steep step. Joxer blushed but didn't try to remove his hand. Ares saw a shy smile creep onto the mortal's face. Ares smiled back until he noticed the discoloration on his cheek unrelated to his blush. Joxer had a nasty bruise forming on his cheek from the first fall he had taken. Ares had to resist the urge to heal him. No the bruises were a lesson. They needed to heal naturally. Ares was frowning and Joxer misinterpreted it. He dropped his smile for a blank look.

"I know I am a dissapointment, my Lord," Joxer's voice quivered.

Ares was compelled to speak. He didn't understand his need to comfort the man before him but he was past questioning his actions relating to Joxer, "The only dissapointment I feel is that no one has ever taken the time to train you properly. I wouldn't be bothering with you if I didn't see potential in you. I know you are one of triplets and both of them are quite talented...in their own feilds." Ares immediately knew he had mispoken when Joxer's frown deepened and he visibly recoiled.

Joxer flinched at the mention of his brothers. He knew he was the black sheep of the family. Jace wasn't a sucess in their father's eyes but he also wasn't a complete dissapointment, and he was kind of famous in his own right and yes he was a very talented performer. He even had fanatics following his troop. Joxer didn't need to be reminded...and Jett was, well everything he could never be. Cool, calm, strong, agile, effective and deadly with any weapon. The pride and joy of their father.

Ares took Joxer's chin in his hand and forced him to look into his eyes. Joxer's eyes were a deep shade of brown not as dark as Ares own that were near black unless the sun shone right in them as it was doing right then. Joxer's pupils dialated as he was forced to look into his gods eyes. He had once been told never look into a gods eyes or he would be cursed blind or dead. The only curse he could think was that he would never see eyes so lovely again, and if he died he would carry the memory of those deep reddish brown eyes. The color of rich wine. Ares was speaking. Joxer blinked and when Ares was sure he was finally listening he repeated what he had said.

"You may have shared a womb with those men but you three are different as the night is from the day. You are all remarkable mortals to have gained the notice of the gods, but you are the only mortal I am interested in right now," Ares broke off abruptly. He realized that he was letting this man get under his skin.

Joxer had started to smile then it fell at the end of his speach, but he nodded and plastered on a much less sincere smile. Ares was rather terrible at pep talks and he knew he hadn't really helped Joxer feel better. He let Joxer's chin go and turned to leave. Joxer followed obediantly. His delusions of his god caring about him were shattered, but he would take what he could get from his lord.

Xena and Gabrielle had been traveling for a few weeks without Joxer. They had been enjoying their alone time; and the peace and quite that could never exist with their ever chipper friend, and his aweful clanging armor. After a a couple of weeks when the novelty of peace wore off both women started missing their companion. Joxer was lively, and though he could be troublesome he also could be entertaining. Aside from that he was a kind man. Xena smirked to herself thinking of his personal theme song. That man could drive a patient man to insanity or an insane man back to sanity.

The women knew Joxer had headed southeast from them and the nearest city was Athens. They decided to head to the city and check out the market and maybe ask in any of the villages they came to if they had heard of any of their friends passing through. Gabrielle put up a token fight saying that Joxer was a grown man who could take care of himself. One look from Xena had her admitting she was worried about their bumbling friend as well. Usually, when he was seperated from them for more than a week he came back in terrible condition; under-fed, bruised, limping suspicously. Xena had to wonder because he didn't always have a leg injury when he did that, and he often had trouble sitting for a few days after returning. She recognized the signs of abuse from her days as a warlord. She never cared for that sort of behavior in her own men but she couldn't stop willing coupling.

Xena chose to keep her council. Gabrielle didn't need another reason to harp on Joxer if he were selling himself to survive, or if he wasn't selling but was being taken by force. If she knew for sure and could put a stop to it; she would...But again Joxer was an adult and they couldn't force him to stay with them. Besides, he never seemed too out of sorts emotionally, or if he did he hid it very well. It didn't stop her worring one bit but she was powerless in this instance. They headed south toward the ocean with plans of following the shore. Joxer liked to swim and fish, and he always seemed to enjoy the sand covered beaches.   They thought he might have headed that way so they went that way too.

Joxer looked out the window he was surrounded by mountains. Their temple was miles from any village but was surrounded by farm land. The priests that serve there were converts from the farming comunity, and the Temple had been erected to Ares to thank the god for sparing them war. A little backward in the logic department to some but to Joxer it made perfect sense to thank War for peace. He smiled at the sun, and looked at his bruised arms. His shirt and pants had been removed to be washed and he was slathered in a healing balm after having a pleasantly hot bath to sooth his sore muscles. He was given the white sleeping tunic and told that they were finished training for the day and proper instruction would begin at the rise of the sun. He was looking forward to it despite the pain. He wanted to make someone proud for once. He was tired of having people look down their noses at him, and he held the attention of Ares himself. Joxer blushed remembering those beautiful eyes. Was there no part of the god that wasn't beautiful?

"My heart. It's black as coal and you better not forget that mortal," Ares appeared behind Joxer and pressed againts him molding to his body. Joxer tensed for a second then relaxed. It was probably about time for him to pay for his god's attention. Ares spoke again, "You're thinking too hard Joxer. What I want from you as my follower is to get stronger and better." Ares pressed Joxer flush to the wall so that he was almost hanging out of the window. The god took in the clean scent of bath oil still fresh on his skin. Then he pulled back slowly. He waved his hand and a table ladened with food appeared with two chairs and two goblets of wine.

"Come, eat mortal," Ares said, "You can't be expected to build your strength if your body is weak from hunger." Ares hand brushed over Joxer's prominent ribs. Joxer was muscled in all the right places but he could still use a little fattening up. Ares guided him to a chair and pulled it out for him. The man blushed and took the proffered seat. Ares pushed him in gently and took the other chair. He began piling a platter with food and he looked at Joxer who was hesitating. He rolled his eyes and placed his plate in front of Joxer and started to fill the other plate.

"Thank you Lord Ares," Joxer whispered. He started to reach for a slice of meat then stopped and waited for Ares to eat first. Joxer felt that it would be rude to start before the god. Ares took a bite out of a hunk of bread and swallowed, "Well what are you waiting for?"

"Nothing lord," Joxer's hand trembled and he picked up some meat. He still hesitated.

"It's not poison Joxer," Ares' frustration levels were growing, "Eat!"

Joxer made an unmanly squeeking noise and bit into the food. He chewed it until it was nothing but mush then swallowed it.

"Now next time try to savor your food. It was prepared espically for me. I'm gracious enough to share my meal with you so I expect you to appriciate the gesture," Ares growled.

Joxer dug into the food and he was right it was the best meal Joxer had ever had. The meat was perfectly roasted and seasoned, the cheese was soft and tangy, the bread was crunchy on the outside and warm and flaky on the inside, and that wine was the sweetest richest he had ever tasted. Even better than the wine he had been given the day before. The man and god enjoyed their meal in silence and before long Joxer was having trouble holding his goblet.

Ares chuckled to himself when he noticed Joxer had fallen asleep sitting up. He stood waving his hand and the food vanished the table vanished, and as the chairs vanished Ares scooped Joxer into his arms. He carried the mortal over to his bed and willed the sheets to fold down so he could put Joxer to bed. He tucked the mortal in bed and brushed his fingers over Joxer's bruised cheek. Heat radiated from it. Power pulsed in Ares' hand and that one bruise vanished. He rubbed his thumb on the man's face. Joxer had soft skin for someone his age. He was rather pretty when one really took the time to look at him.

Ares felt that unfamiliar fluttering in his chest and flashed out. His priests would see to Joxer, but he had neglected his work for a whole day. Zeus would be having words with him if he kept up at this rate.

Joxer rolled onto his side in his sleep and mumbled, "My Lord." He had a peacful smile on his lips as he dreamed of his god.
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