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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 4: The Cure, and Joxer's Past

It had been three days, and three temples between him and Athens down. Hercules had neither slept nor eaten. He was plodding along with great effort. If he were a normal man he would have passed out by now. His stomach gurgled reminding him that he needed nourishment. It reminded him of the last meal he had had. Lovingly prepared for him by Joxer. He smiled at the memory. Joxer had this way of seasoning the fish that was unique, and he really meant that in a good way. He had some dried herbs he said he had bought off a trader from Chin.

Realization hit Hercules that he had left their things behind. Joxer would be so upset when he learned his pack was probably looted. Herculed worried his lip with his teeth. He sighed. Joxer wold forgive him. The man was too good hearted not to. Besides he could buy him better equipment and maybe buy more of those herbs off a spice trader somewhere. Maybe he would thank him with a kiss...or a back rub...or...

"Hey! Herc! Hey wait up!" A voice dropped him from his fantasy, "Boy am I glad to finally catch you! I've been on your trail since yesterday. You're really pissed at Ares! Aren't you?"

"Iolaus," Hercules aknowleged his life long friend.

"Herc?" The shorter man looked him over with growing concern, "You look terrible. When's the last time you slept?"

Hercules's stomach gave a feirce growl and Iolaus noticed.

"Why don't we make camp for now and you can tell me what's going on," The blond suggested.

"No I can't waste precious time, Iolaus," Hercules looked to his friend imploringly, "Ares took Joxer. He's doing gods' know what to him as we speak! I have to rescue him!"

Iolaus looked confused, "Joxer? Why would he want Joxer? I thought he was always after Xena."

"Who could not want Joxer?" Hercules whined, "He's sweet, kind, funny, beautiful, and he has this perfect little..." Hercules made a gesture to indicate Joxer's assets.

Iolaus had to hold back a laugh, "Are we talking about the same Joxer? I mean, he's not exactly what I would call comely."

Hercules growled at the insult to his lovely Joxer. Iolaus was taken a back.

"I mean there's nothing wrong with the way that he looks but with that stupid armor he wears...and he's so clumsly. Maybe I over looked something," He shrugged and Hercules frowned at him he was not winning any points with his friend by further insulting the warrior wanna-be. He looked at his friend seriously, "It doesn't matter. You are right we need to find Joxer before he gets hurt, or Ares gets bored and just blasts him. However, you look exhausted and were going to need to be at our best to save him. Herc you need rest and food. Let me catch something and set up camp for a while then we can keep going. I'm guessing you're heading to Athens if you're traveling this road..."

Hercules nodded and relaxed a bit. Iolaus walked off the road looking for a nice spot to make camp. Hercules followed him.

"I expect to hear this story, how and why you were traveling with Joxer and then Ares kidnapping him," He smiled as he spotted a rabbit den, "After I have dinner cooking we can talk."

Joxer was sweating and stripped down to just his pants as he balanced on a log that was laying across the sunken arena in the back of the temple. He was only allowed to stand on that one leg for a period of one hour. He was instructed that he could switch legs after each hour.

At least they weren't throwing things at him anymore. They had the bags filled with dirt and rocks. They were small but it sure hurt when one hit. It hurt almost as much as falling onto the hard floor of the arena from three feet up. They tried that at first then realized Joxer was barely able to manage just standing still.

As long as he wasn't expected to walk or dodge he could manage to stay upright with his hands out to each side. This was miserable. Joxer made the mistake of looking at his feet. He wanted to see how long his shadow was to gage how long he had been perched like an ungainly bird on this hewn log. He got dizzy and started to wobble. He felt the log rocking under him and tried to lean forward. he was about to fall face first when someone snatched his arm and steadied him. Tross was under him holding his arm his thighs braced against the log.

"I think its time for a break. You were doing well until you looked down. Don't do that next time ok?" Tros smiled at him. He tugged Joxer back and caught him when he fell back with an 'eep.' Tross chuckled and held his waist. Joxer was so adorable. He wished his lord were not interested in this particular man.   He could see himself loving Joxer.

Iolaus sat back watching the rabbit roast on the fire as Hercules sat across from him. His friend looked so dejected. Iolaus was worried.

"So tell me about what happened," The hunter verbally prodded his friend.

Hercules sighed and looked up at him. He had no idea where to begin. He decided he should probably start at the point where he realized Joxer was more than just some bumbling idiot. He opened his mouth and closed it. That wasn't a fair description. He got mad at himself for ever thinking that.

"Well?" Iolaus sensed Herc's inner termoil. He needed to spill before everything ate him up inside.

"It was probably a week after you left. I was walking along and heard someone singing. It was a nice soft song about true love," Hercules smiled. Joxer had been singing when they met a few weeks ago and it wasn't that horrible Joxer the Mighty song. Hercules was sure the man had not even realized he was singing the way it trailed off. Then he had noticed Hercules.

"He had looked awful. Like someone had rolled him in mud and let it dry then beat as much off of him as they could with a scratchy broom. He had a sunburn too, but he was carrying a load of fish enough for three or four people. He offered to share his catch and...well...he kind of stuck with me. He had said he left Xena and Gabrielle about a week before we met on the road. It looked like it had been a bad week for him so I decided to keep him close for a while. He's well...he's Joxer. You know a bit clumsy and over exuberant, but he's a nice guy. The kind of guy who would probably give the shirt off his back to help you. The kind of guy who gets taken advantage of," Hercules frowned, "He has nightmares...Talks in his sleep."

Hercules didn't want to go further into those suspicions just then. It was Joxer's business, it was going to be Hercules business once he found the little man. He was going to find out who had hurt Joxer and make them pay.

Iolaus nodded. He had his suspicions of what Hercules was implying. The man was easy to exploit. It wasn't unheard of with the things they've dealt with as heros. Some of the worst monsters in Greece were men.

"Go on Herc," Iolaus broke into Hercules brooding.

"Well we traveled for a week, pretty peacfully. Nothing much to do. We helped some shepards who had a few sheep frightened and scattered by a large serpant. It must have been as long as a house, and it had gorged itself on a ewe. I killed it and Joxer helped herd the sheep back to their grazing pasture...You know I think we often overlook how useful the little guy is. Joxer's always eager to do something, and that's really undervalued."

"Yeah, I suppose it is. He's always up for action of some kind," Iolaus nodded.

"Joxer's a lot braver than you would think. He...We got called on to help a village that was being attacked by a band of soliders. They were killing men and capturing women and children. Joxer was helping people get to safety. Ares showed up... Joxer saw a girl that I'd missed. She got trapped when I was pushed through the wall of a house by Ares. He climbed under the wall and freed the child. I didn't even think of leaving him there unprotected. I took the girl away from the battle. By the time I got back Ares was holding Joxer in his arms. I managed to take Joxer from him and then something struck me in the back. That was when I realized...I have feelings for Joxer. It was strange, but I can't deny my love for him."

"What?! You...you love Joxer...as in you're in love with Joxer?" Iolaus nearly shouted.

Hercules just nodded solemnly.

"Hold on a sec Herc...You said that you felt something strike your back...then next thing you know you're in love? Sound familiar? Did you do anything to piss off Cupid or Aphrodite lately?"

"Of course not," Hercules got defensive, "I mean, I don't think so."

"Maybe we should stop in one of their temples the next time we pass one, and no toppling furniture or statues maybe," Iolaus teased.

Hercules managed a weak smile for his friend but he was still worried about Joxer.

"Looks like the rabbit's done," His friend said looking at him sympathetically. He wasn't sure what was going on. If it was one of Cupid's arrows or not that didn't matter. What did matter was that Joxer was at the mercy of Ares. He agreed that they had to find him. He just hoped there was something left to rescue once they figured out where he was.

Iolaus portioned out the meat giving Herc the bigger half. He needed the nourishment. He shook his head gently, 'Poor Herc. Tartarus! Poor Joxer. I hope he's alright.'

After lunch they decided to try something different. Joxer standing on a chair in the middle of the ring. The log was pushed to the side. He was standing in an awkward pose. His one leg was planted firmly while the other was raised and his toes were resting on his inner thigh. his arms formed a triangle above his head where his hands were clasped.

It was supposed to be something new from the far east called yoga. Ares had some scrolls for it. He had his nephew, Strife, deliver them at lunch time and the god had chosen to stick around much to the chagrin of the temple priests. Next thing Joxer knew the god of mischief was balancing single handed on a chair next to him.

"This ain't sa tough is it Joxah," Strife looked up at him. He smirked, made his eyes go cross and thrust his long tongue out touching his nose. Joxer looked down and snorted.

"Don't do that," Joxer said between chuckles, "We're supposed to stay calm and focused."

"Yeah, yeah," Strife waved his free hand in the air. He relaxed his arm and tumbled to the floor rolling onto his feet. He sat in the chair he had whipped up and watched Joxer. He didn't tell him that his uncle had sent him there to keep an eye on him and make sure none of his priests tried anything. Ares was very possessive and he'd claimed the man weather he knew it or not.

"So...Unc said...Hercules was..?" Strife looked at Joxer. The man visibly shuddered. A vague recollection of Hercules thrusting his tongue in Joxer's mouth washed over his mind. He wobbled. The memories were still a bit jumbled but he still felt dirty...like when those other men wanted something. They wouldn't go away, they liked his body. So they kissed him and groped him harshly and...Joxer shook his head and stumbled. Surprisingly Strife caught him and gently placed him on the floor.

"Yah awright Jox?" Strife asked quietly. The mortal was pale and trembling. He couldn't help it, Strife opened his mind and searched Joxer's. He saw some things he would be bring up with his uncle. Hercules' kiss terrified Joxer, not because it had surprised him, but because he had been in such a familiar position. Joxer's thoughts ran over and over, 'Not him to? Please not Hercules too! I can't bare it if he uses me.'

Joxer pulled away and started climbing back on the chair, "I'm ok. Sorry I got distracted."

"Ok," Strife didn't tell him he had looked into his mind. Joxer already felt violated. Maybe his uncle could get Joxer to come clean then they could get revenge. Strife smirked internally.    He would look forward to the promise of playing with those 'worthy' men.

Joxer was one mortal that Strife didn't mind hanging around. He was kind of cool in a clumsy goofy way. The guy was a regular michief magnet. It was many an ocassion when he wondered why the mortal had to get dedicated to his Unc. He should have gotten Joxer, but the way Joxer prayed to and devoted himself to Ares, was it any wonder Ares had guarded him so closely?

Strife watched one of the priests as he walked out into the arena. He had his eyes glued to Joxer as the man took up his pose once more. That one Ares had mentioned, Tros. Strife was supposed to redirect this mortal. He was way to interested in Joxer. Strife shrugged and looked at Joxer. He supposed Joxer would be the kind of guy you would have to protect from 'that' kind of attention.

On the surface and at first glance one would not think he would be very popular with either sex. If you stuck around and watched him, however, and actually looked at him you would start to change your mind. Sure he was skinny, kind of pale, not nearly so much as Strife, but still awfully pasty. He had an unusual face depending on his mood he looked goofy, even almost ugly sometimes. Strange how he could also look, charming, handsom, or lovely at times.

While his nose was kind of large, his eyes were what you saw first and what held you. They dominated his face, wide, sparkling and lively. Sometimes they did bulge when he was too excited or frightened. When he was calm they were soft and innocent. His lips looked soft, and often were set in a gentle upward curve...unelss he was concentrating hard. They were curved down in a hard frown at the moment. His chin was cutely dimpled. His cheeks were smooth and hairless like a boy's and his jaw was smooth. He did look boyish rather than manly. Someone a man might see as prey or someone to protect.

The freaky four treated him like a pest but at the same time took on the responsibility for protecting him...well some of the time. Strife saw things in Joxer's mind that those supposed heros should answer for. The crime of ignoring his need. The sin of squashing his fragile self-esteem. That 'Joxer the Mighty' act was a carefully built facade, that Gabrielle (and the rest to a lesser extent) slowly chipped away at.

Strife had seen much more than he had wished to be burdened with but it was in his mind, and this cycle of abuse had to stop...

Before he'd befriended Xena and Gabrielle, Joxer had been in Callisto's army. He had wanted to become a warrior and make his father proud; but he was treated as a camp follower, and used as a whore. He hated it, but it was something he had learned to deal with. He hoped one day to earn their respect and maybe get some proper training, but the men liked his slight figure and his boyish looks. They called him a girl, and treated him like one.

He tried to capture Gabrielle to lure Xena to her death. He failed horribly but then he was given a second chance. Xena unknowingly rescued the young man from Tartarus on earth. Joxer was learning to respect himself, but then Gabrielle would always see to it that the poor man back slid into self-hatred.

It was the first time he had had enough of the emotional abuse that he seperated from the Women. He had planned on meeting back with them only a few days later. He always played it off as if he were giving them a break from him, but it was the other way around actually. He couldn't take being talked down to or looked down on. His act of the fool made it easy for them to forget he had feelings and pride. He didn't blame them. He knew they were better stronger, smarter than him but he needed peace too.

It wasn't long after Callisto's army had been scattered, and he had been caught by some of the men. They'd been angry over their meal ticket being ruined. Callisto had been a ruthless commander, and had scored them gold, food and even women; when their sweet Joxer was indesposed.

The men found Joxer alone and vulnerable. His strange armor made him stick out like a sore thumb, and so they followed him until he made camp andthat night they stole into his camp under cover of darkness.

Joxer woke to a knife point and immediatly gave in. He knew what they wanted and knew not how to get away. Rather than let them cut the straps to his beloved armor and ruin his clothes he slowly undressed by the dim light of his campfire. The men enjoyed the show. Then they used him in turn. He didn't get rest until just before dawn. He awoke naked cold and sore, the three men gone. A few coppers lay on top of his discarded clothes. Joxer hugged himself and cried until the sun began to heat his flesh. He waited until he felt mostly healed before he sought out Xena and Gabrielle again. Neither women asked how he was, and the two seemed rather dissapointed that he had taken it upon himself to start following them again.

After a time the women grew accustomed to him, tolerant even. Joxer took it as a sign of a burgening freindship. He felt his chest warm up thinking of finally having real friends. Then things would get bad again. It took longer for the women to grow short with him and drive him off.   He would sometimes have a good time of it and he kept clear of battle feilds or places where raiders were known to gather, but then sometimes some men would find him. Some how he figured he was marked, because he always attracted the wrong sort.

He always tried to heal up before getting back to the women, but sometimes the men would be too rough on his body. Joxer would limp back to them hiding bruises about his neck and in places more easliy concealed. Xena would look contemplative, but then she never said anything.

Gabrielle would tweek his nose or wack him on the head saying they had been worried. If they were so worried then why did they drive him away with their abuse and indiference? Joxer would always leave when he had had enough, and the cycle of abuse and rape would start again.

He really tried to keep to himself but sometimes he got into the company of soliders or even misthophoros (mercenaries). The hired swords were usually worse and treated Joxer much rougher. The soliders were usually at least considerate and even tried to make their coupling pleasant.

It was typical that these men saw Joxer and immediately attached themselves to him. Paying for a meal, talking kindly to him then convincing him to share a room with them. He tried declining the offers of a meal and company but then often it was worse. He was dragged into dark hidden places raped and left in a puddle of unpleasant fluids with an empty stomach. If he cooperated it was much more likely he would be able to walk the next day and even sometimes they left coin for him to pay for a bath and get another meal.

There were a few who even sought him several times. He had finally agreed to meet them at different times. So sometimes he left Xena and Gabrielle because he was afraid of missing his meetings. If he missed it he would be found later and punished.

Joxer had come to expect it. He expectd it to the point that he was simply waiting for Ares to take what he wanted. Strangly he was anticipating it rather than dreading it in this instance. Ares was his god and he belonged to him. Strife mentally shook his head. Ares would never take that from Joxer as an obligation. He would only want it if Joxer didn't feel he owed the god.

It was strange. Because gods often took worshipers bodies as offerings. If they had nothing else to give they could offer their services by any means the god chose to exercise them. Ares was a ruthless god, but he awas also a sensual man. He made love much like he waged war. He threw his entire being into it and he was passionate about it. No Ares would not take Joxer unless Joxer wanted him out of nothing but lust, love possibly, but not out of obligation.

"Herc," Iolaus nudged his friend gently. The demi-god had been brooding again and lost in thought as they walked, but they had come to another village and they had a small temple, "Lets see who's temple they have here."

Hercules nodded solumnly. He was grateful for his friend's stable calming presence. It brought things to clarity and took him out of that haze of lust, terror and rage. Stopping and thinking of the strange turn of events made things clearer. He vaguely remembered hearing Cupid's voice as he was enthralled with Joxer's beauty. He still felt the cloying call of lust and love, but Iolaus helped tether him to the here and now.

"Its one of Dite's thank the fates!" Iolaus said as he grabbed Herc's arm and dragged him inside the small but lavish temple, "Uh...Dite...Its Iolaus. I'm here with Hercules could we speak with you please?"

"What's up Studmuffin?" Aphrodite sparkled in and greeted them with virtually only a grin on. Her frothy pink tulle and lace with a couple of swatches of solid pink in all the right places to garuntee modesty in the most generous of senses...in that the fabric covering her womanly charms was not very genrous at all.

"Hey Herc..." She looked at her little demigod brother and frowned, "Who put a love wammy on you?" Aphrodite shouted for her son, "Cupid!" He didn't come. She stamped her foot and angrily bellowed (in a very lady like and dainty way), "Cupid! Get your feathered butt down here or I can garuntee nobody's going to be putting out for you for a century! NO ONE!"

"Isn't that a bit unfair to Psyche...and who else would Cupid be...um..." Iolaus stopped when she gave him a humoring little smile, "Never mind."

"CUPID!" She screached, "I swear...I'll make Apollo fall in love with him...I caught a stray thought of his and believe me it woldn't be hard to push him over the edge. I could make it more than a roll in the sheets he's looking for!"

"Mom!" Cupid flashed in. He looked disheveled. The god of love looked around the temple and seeing Hercules his eyes widened, "Shoot! I forgot about you Uncle Herc. I'm sorry. Its just that I was behind on my work and Zeus ordered me to shoot dad...If you hadn't gotten in the way he and Joxer would be in his temple sleeping off some awesome sex."

"What?!" Hercules shouted.

Iolaus growled angrily. He wasn't in love with the guy. He even found him to be a bit annoying, but this was horrible. Joxer wasn't a toy for the god's entertainment, "Wow! What did that poor guy do to you two? You must really hate him! I mean from what Xena has told me, you made Gabrielle fall in love with him, and then out of love with him. Hipnotized him with a bell, almost got him killed. The poor guy's love sick over Gabrielle to this day. Now you want give him over to Ares as a toy to pleasure himself?! Not to mention all the..." He looked at Hercules. The demigod looked as shocked as the gods did at the mortal's tirade. Iolaus couldn't help it. Joxer deserved better than this. He had gathered from what Hercules had over heard in Joxer's sleep talk, "All those men..." He didn't finish.

"Do you know about the men...the ones that have hurt him?" Hercules implored.

"What...what men?" Cupid asked quietly.

"Joxer wants to be a warrior, but he's...he's terrible at it and kind of weak. He used to follow soliders around before he met Xena. I supposed he hoped someone would take pity on him and train him, but those kinds of men...what they do to weaker people. I'm sure Joxer got some training, just not the kind he wanted," Hercules stared flatly at the god and goddess.

"How...How do you know....did he tell you?" Aphridite said with a hitch in her voice.

"We were traveling together for a while before...well before Cupid accidentally shot me. Joxer has nightmares...he talks in his sleep. It wasn't pleasant...I was planning on talking to him about it, but we got caught up helping people and...then...the arrow...I kind of went on a rampage. If Iolaus hadn't found me and talked sense into me I'd still be at it." He hated having these false feelings...And he knew his feelings were false now, but that didn't make them feel less real or less intense. Only knowing allowed him to quell his instincts, that and his friend. Iolaus. He was so steady and strong in ways that out shined Hercules' godly strength.

Cupid felt horrible, still even through his guilt his instincts told him Joxer was and would be safe with his father. He would ask Strife to check in on the guy, if his dad hadn't already sent the tricky god over to him.

It was strange though. With the strength of that arrow Hercules sould be a foaming mess even if he knew about the enchantment...unless true love was interfereing. Cupid elbowed his mother and they both looked at the Hero and his blond friend. Maybe it wouldn't be so hard to cure Hercules afterall.

"You have any that potion that counter acts my arrows?   The normal batch should do?" Cupid asked his mother. Aphrodite absently willed a vial and held it out to her son. He took it but neither of them took their eyes off the two men.

"Don't you dare hit either of them with an arrow Cupes or I swear Apollo's gonna get some ideas about a certain mischevious god..." She whispered her threat.

"You do that and you can forget about any of your romances surviving the rain of arrows I'll unleash on earth. There'll be so many affairs and broken hearts it will take generations to sort it out," Even as he was speaking he was dipping an innocuous looking dart into the vial. He pulled a blow pipe out of thin air and stuffed the dart in it. He blew on the pipe and a dart Jabbed Hercules in his muscular bicep.

"Ouch!" Herc yelped and rubbed his arm. Suddenly the haze he had been in for the last few days had cleared. He looked at Iolaus and blushed, but then he frowned. He knew he didn't love Joxer but he didn't want him at Ares mercy either.

As if reading his mind Cupid spoke, "You don't need to worry about Joxer. He's safe, but if you would feel better I'll let dad know you're cured. He was only keeping Joxer away from you so you wouldn't hurt him."

Hercules looked skeptical. Iolaus put his hand on Hercules shoulder, "As long as he's safe."

"Now about Joxie..." Aphridite frowned and looked guilty, "I'll admit that he's been the butt of a few cruel jokes from the gods...I know we've done him wrong but you're implying either Cupid or I sent men to 'hurt' him?" Her perfect forehead was marred with worry lines and she shook her head, "The thing with that blond bimbo was an accident...the bell was a little experiment. I was trying to boost his confidence! I didn't mean for it to go wrong. I promise I'll do what I can to ensure he has better luck in love and just point me to those men that just dared to touch a sweet little hair on his head and I'll turn their collective manhoods inside out and make them wish they never touched an innocent like Joxie."

"I better go see dad, but its up to Joxer if he'll go. He's getting some self defence training from some of Pops' priests," Cupid explained.

"Really?" Hercules said, disbeleiving.

"Really," Cupid nodded, "Joxer's been learning a lot actually. He might even be able to walk in a straight line soon." Cupid's voice was teasing but not mean.

"Tell him...Tell him I'm sorry," Hercules begged.

"No worries Joxer's a forgiving sort of guy," Cupid smiled but it was kind of sad, "I guess he has to be." Cupid flashed out leaving the mortal, demigod, and Goddess in her temple.

"Well since I'm here, you guys want something to eat?" She winked and set up a table and two chairs with candles and a nice hot meal. She flashed out leaving them. She said no arrows but she didn't say she couldn't give them a nudge.

Strife was siting next to the bed. Joxer had tired himself out and so the god had put him there. He watched the mortal in conteplation. The god had learned a lot about the guy today, a lot more than he had wanted.

There was a bright flash behind him and he smiled as an arm stole around his chest and a nose nuzzled into his neck. No words were spoken as lips sucked a patch of creamy pale skin until it reddened.

"Careful Cupes, thah kids are watchin," His head tilted toward a priest who had just walked in looking stunned. He bowed and backed out. Strife reached back and pulled Cupid's head forward so he could kiss him over his shoulder. They broke apart and Cupid nibbled on Strife's lower lip. "Someone's needy." The pale god giggled.

"Mom was pissed...threatened to sic Uncle Pol on you again," Cupid slid around the chair. He lifted Strife by his shoulders and ground his pelvis into Strife's.

"Tha guy gropes me once," Strife held up his hand with one finger pointing to the ceiling, "Once, n' yah can't let it go...yah know if ya didn't act like ya cared so much it'd take all the sting outta Dite's threats."

"Oh but I do care," Cupid peppered Strife's face with kisses.

"What bout Psyche? She care?" Strife asked with a lilt in his voice.

"Psyche likes you," Cupid was sucking on his neck again and Strife's knees buckled, but Cupid had him firmly in his grip, "She loves that thing you do with your tongue."

Strife only giggled as Cupid's own tongue traced under his ear. Strife looked over Cupid's shoulder and sighed. He pushed Cupid away. Cupid whined pitifully.

"I can't play right now Cupie," Strife put a finger to Cupid's lips effectively killing his arguments, "I'm on tha job." He jutted his sharp chin toward the sleeping mortal.

"He'll be fine," Cupid kissed his chin, "I cured Uncle Herc."

"It's not Jercules tha Unc is worried about," Strife said then ammended, "Well not in the immetiate futuah. Onna tha priest's been pantin' aftah Joxah."

Cupid looked at Joxer and the conversation that he had with the mortals and his mother came back, "Damn! Not here too...poor guy. I thought he would be safe here at least."

"Oh, I don't think that guy's an actual threat," Strife giggled, "Unc is really jealous, not tha he'd admit it."

Cupid smirked. He knew Ares had a bit of a thing for his follower. He felt a mutual attraction there or he would have refused Zeus point blank. He untangled himself from his lover, "I better get home...I expect you to be in my bed sandwiched between me and my wife as soon as Pops lets you off the hook."

"I'll be theah with bells on...an' nothin' else," Strife teased and used one of those weird future sayings. Though the bell thing might be kinky.

Cupid leaned in and bit Strife's lip and tugged, "You better be oiled and ready when you get there."

Strife pulled the love god into a searing kiss and rubbed his erection on his lover, just so he knew he would be missed when he left, "Go on, get goin...I'll be theah as soon as I can."

Cupid flashed out and Strife sighed as he willed away the uncomfortably confined boner. Joxer suddenly let loose a loud snore and the Mischief god lost himself in a fit of giggles.
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