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Joxer and the Men	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2235 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own "Xena: Warrior princess", or "Hercules: The Legendary Journey" They were produced by Renissance Pictures I am not making money for this fiction.

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Another Chapter under way. I Do hope you enjoyed the last one. Found another story with an OC named Gallus I promise I didn not steal the character. I got the names for all my OC's from an ancient greek name generator.
I am going to finally bring gods into this story. They may only have minor interaction...I have mentioned Pan/Puck many times in the story but I donlt know if he was ever featured in the show. I'm going to play his personality as Mischevious but rational. He can be cruel and also kind. He treats his worshipers as his children in a manner, and will both help and punish them as he sees fit. I hope I got the other gods that show up right for their characteristics on the show. I already know everybody si all OOC but I truly hope I'm at least making an entertaining story for anyone who reads.
I also have this inkling that my story might be influenced by a movie called Love Potion No. 9. Only instead of using it causinig thre opposite sex to be attraced to the user it causes men to want Joxer even if they have no inclination toward homosexuality...and also the love potion in Love Potion No. 9 didn't make men able to have babies...

Joxer and the Men
Chapter 5: Joxer and the Potion

The sun was climbing into the sky by the time the Band of Gargareans had marched down the hill. The guards at the gates of Colyrus didn't know what to think. The men looked angry and rairing for a fight. An alert was raised and the Captain of the guard called the men in and the freshly repaired gates were closed. The Captain Stood on the look-out above the doors waiting.

"Open your gates," The leader of the party called up.

"On what business have you come?" The captain asked.

"One of our own was stolen away and we wish only to find them," He looked up to the captain and shielded his eyes from the sun, "If we must break your your gates down we will!" He spoke in earnest.

"None of you're lot have come through our gates today," The man replied to the threat. He didn't wish to allow these wild men into his city looking ready for battle and likely terrorizing the women and children in their search for their ilk.

"Look elsewhere there are none of your lot here!" He shouted. One of the men below drew his bow and released it with a twang. It hit the railing just below where the head of the guard stood. He was already nocking his next arrow. The warning shot was taken as a promise and not an empty threat. He waved his men forward. Shieldsmen lined the walls and archers nocked their own arrows, "This is no fight you'll win!"

One man below held a lit torch. He touched it to the tip of one of their archer's arrows. Wrapped in oil soaked rags and bound tightly to the tip, it blazed to life. He pulled it back. The leder of the Gargarean's party shouted back, "We're willing to burn your village to the ground to find our brother. Do not test us!"

The guards held their line above the wall. Arms straining, sweat dripping from their brows. They had been beset once again. Today it was not a band of theives or normal raiders. It was the mountain folk that they'd peacfully co-existed with for more than ten years. More than one of them had doubt in his mind that they would carry out their threat.

"I cannot let you into the village arrmed and angry. You must understand my position. I speak true! I have not seen one of your's pass through our gates. Our gates only opened at the rising of the son and not one person has passed this way today," The man beseeched the group.

The captain heard a few of his men mumbling. One of the few men not standing in formation cleared his throat and leaned in, "Our gates were opened early...a group of travlers brought a man in who was severly injured and in need of a healer." The captain frowned, there was no way this band of men could be allowed into the village, not as they were. What if the people had brought a mountain man in the gates?

"Who was on gate duty this morning?" The Captain asked sternly.

His second in command spoke up, "Bion and Sinon outside, Eugenios and Abydos were on the look," The man said after only a second of thought, "They were releived an hour ago. The gate was already open."

The other officer saluted and waited to be aknowleged. His captain nodded, "Bion spoke to me about them at the changing of the guard. He mentioned that there was this man whom was badly injured, bleeding to death...and he was naked except for a couple bandages...Bion said he had an ass that even Aphrodite would be envious of," The man blushed but smiled at his perverted friend's words. He coughed into his hand and finished, "He might be at the healer's place if he hasn't died. According to them he was a bit on the scrawny side but not too bad on the eyes. He...he admitted they let them in because they couldn't watch the man bleed out at their gates."

"Did he look like one of the mountain folk down there?" The Lieutenant asked.

"I don't think so...Bion likes his men small and pretty and he really seemed to like this guy," The young man looked down at the rabble below and shuddered.

Both the Captain and Lieutenant followed his line of sight. More arrows were drawn, lit, and aimed high. Not one of those men weighed less than three talents. They were all burly, hairy, and muscular.

"Find this man and call those four idiots back from the barraks. They will answer for their mistake. Still if he isn't one of their kin then they have no reason to be at our doors. If he is their's...We will turn him over and they can leave in peace." The captain whispered to his lieutenant. The man nodded and turned taking two guards with him.

Joxer drank down the broth. His belly warmed pleasently and though he was exhausted he felt better than he had in days. He was rather surprised find Autolycus in their company and extremely attentive to his needs. He had not exactly been all there the previous night and only remembered bits and pieces of the events of his escape and how he came back into the care of his friends and the Physician.

Phidais had been incredibly kind to him, but he kept glaring at Auto anytime he did or said anythign to Joxer. The two of them seemed to have an unspoken rivalry for Joxer's attention. Gabrielle and Xena were leaning against the far wall out of the sunlight each woman was covered with a blanket and snoring gently. He felt a pang of guilt knowing the women had hardly slept since he had been 'sold' accidentally to that tribe of crazy men.

At the moment It was pretty much him and Auto. The healer had been called to care for a sick child and he had reluctantly excused himself to the front of his home where he saw his patients.

He'd been nursing honey water for a couple hours. After sunrise, Auto sat next to his bed holding a steaming bowl of broth. Joxer had tried to take the bowl, but Auto pulled back, "Don't strain yourself."

He gave a charming smile and slowly pushed the bowl to Joxer's lips. "That's it Joxer my fellow. Save your strength. You've been through a harrowing ordeal from what I understand."

There was a glint in Auto's eyes as he watched the mending would-be-warior sip the broth. He watched him swallow and he felt a twitch in his groin. Auto pulled the bowl back.

Joxer smiled, "That's very good."

"Wish I could take credit for it, but that healer made it,"   He admitted his smile only waining for a second, "Tell you what Jox...can I call you Jox? I mean were friends and friends have nick names for each other." He blurted out rather quickly and more awkwardly than intended. Joxer didn't seem to think it was at all awkward if the theif had to judge by the bright happy smile that lit up his adorable face. He was so cute.

"Sure Auto," He blushed, "You don't mind me calling you Auto right?"

"More than alright...anyway as I was saying...Jox...when you're feeling better I'll take you to the tavern and buy you the best meal in the place, and the finest drinks too. After all we should celebrate your recovery." Auto had placed his hand on Joxer's left knee and gave a gentle squeeze. Joxer winced and the other man lifted his hand like he'd burnt himself. "Damn, did I hurt you? I'm so sorry Jox."

"No, no its ok," Joxer tried to reassure the other, "I just think I have a sprained...well...everything in my left leg. I had a run-in with a man that I think might have been half giant..." He trailed off once he realized Auto was petting his left hip. Thankfully not on his stiched side but it was a bit uncomfortable. Espically since what little blood he had been regaining was moving south as a result.

Joxer was frowning and looking at his hand. Auto pulled back, "My apologies...My hands seem to have a mind of their own. I sometimes don't even know what they're up to." He took the empty bowl out of the room and returned with another cup of honey water.

"This honey seems to be agreeing with you," Auto smiled genuinly and took up his place next to his friend. Joxer was looking better than ever, his healing seemed to be almost miraclous. Certainly it would be days of bedrest, at least, if not weeks; but his color was returning. For a man who was knocking on Hades door only hours ago he looked wonderful. He looked ravishing actually. He held the cup to Joxer's lips who drank it without pause. He was getting bored of the sweet taste but if it was helping...he certainly had had worst tasting medicines.

Joxer felt fingers carding through his hair and his eyes fluttered. He let out a moan as Auto started to massage his scalp. His lips parted and he felt the tickle of a mustache brushing his cheek as the other man leaned down and gave him a chased kiss. That kiss was followed up with a hand on his chest and lips against his. He moaned and opened his mouth. That hand rubbed over a nipple, causing it the stiffen, and something else was growing stiff too. Joxer felt the hand move lower...forgetting his extremely tender stomach. He gasped in pain and grabbed Auto's roaming paw off his belly. Auto pulled back. His eyes were glassy and he looked both confused and needy. He tried to dip his head down for another kiss.

"What in tartarus are you doing?" Phidias came into the room. He pushed Auto away form Joxer. He his eyes were burning with hate and passion. He looked to Joxer, "Did he hurt you?"

Joxer clamped his mouth shut in shocked confusion.

"Answer me...He can't hurt you...I won't let him!" He looked into Joxer's eyes and the man shook his head.

"He didn't hurt me," He let go of the other man's hand still in his; holding it away from his bandaged stomach.

Auto had stood from his seat turning to yell at the healer when the realization dawned on him of just what he had intended to do. Once he had started there would have been no stopping short of killing himself or Joxer. The unbrideled lust roiling below his calm demeanor had been slowly building for hours.

"Oh Gods!" Auto gasped. He turned to his friend, "I'm so sorry! I have no idea what's come over me!" He backed away. A feeling of disgust and self loathing washed over him. If Phidias had not walked in on them; he would have been on top of the weakened and defenslence man, forcing his legs apart weather Joxer wanted it or not. Weather it hurt him or not. He would have fucked Joxer...Raped...he was no rapist. It played out in his mind's eye. The groping, rubbing, humping hot mess. He would have done that to Joxer..Willingly...Fuck...He would have eagerly defiled his friend. He held back the urge to gag. Autolycus was many things, a thief, a womanizer (maybe), but sex was one thing he never took without the permission of his partner.

"I think I should leave," Autolycus inhaled and exhaled slowly, "At least for a while."

He breathed in that scent of calendula that permeated the air around the other man. That floral scent was stronger than ever, and as tempting as before. He couldn't trust himself around Joxer right then. He didn't want to leave, but he wanted to hurt Joxer even less than that, "I'll..um...Joxer needs something to wear. He can't leave here naked. I'll go find him some new clothes."

He blushed and inhaled the sweet scent one last time before leaving. He slipped past the physician who stood stunned in his bedroom just staring at Joxer.

Outside the sun shone bright and people milled about in the streets of the small but prosperous village. Things felt clearer. He felt better. Auto passed a fruit cart and took an apple. He waved to the vendor who was none the wiser. As he turned the corner he lifted the juicy looking fruit to his lips and bit...It was sour.   He spat it out and dropped it on the street. Next time he would go for a date.

"A date with Joxer," He mumbled to himself and chuckled, "What in the world has come over me? I thought Joxer was a clumsy oaf with a pechant for getting hurt and involving those around him in the catastrophe of his existance. I know he means well though," Auto thought out loud. Out in the open air Auto felt less tense, but this new affection for Joxer hadn't lessened. His unmittigated need to rut the poor guy into next week had mellowed a bit. Once Joxer was healed then they could get down to some serious humping and grinding.

He wondered why the man hadn't settled down yet. He did seem like a genuinely good fellow, and there was something alluring about him. It seemed almost unnatural. How had he never noticed it before?

He supposed their previous encounters had not had them so intimately aquainted as this most recent one. With that stupid helmet off you could really appriciate his looks. He had the face of a cute innocent puppy. It made him want to pet and hug and kiss the younger man.

The fog he had been feeling all monring was dicipating but the attraction was still there. Auto snatched a purse from the waist of a wealthy looking man who had more than enough waist to go around. Nobody noticed.

He opened the purse and spilled the content into his palm. 'Not bad...maybe sixty dinars. A few dozen more purses like this and it might make up for the lead treasure,' He filled his own purse dropping the other and kicking it under a cart. You never knew where those things could end up if you were careless. He chuckled.

He collected a few more 'donations' and headed toward the tailor shop. He would get Joxer something.   He's seen enough of the other man to give his measurments. He wondered what Joxer would look like in something vibrant that actually fitted him properly.

'Bet he'd catch quite a few eyes in something red, and tight fitting. We could team up. He'd make himself cosy with an unsuspecting guard...or two. Lay on that adorable charm and bat those big brown eyes at them. Get them all hot and bothered and I could swoop in take whatever they were guarding and have Joxer too boot.'

He stepped into the shop whistling and rang the little bell hanging by the counter.

"Help you?" An aging man with soft frizzy grey hair stepped up the the counter. He was smartly dressed in a blue work tunic and leather pants.

"I need to have an outfit made for a friend. Can I give you his measurments and come back to pick it up later?" He dropped a few coins onto the counter and smiled, "I think he would look nice in red."

"When would you need it?" The man asked in a dry voice as he picked up the money and counted it.

"Today, sooner rather than later," Auto smiled charmingly.

The taylor gave a wry smile, "Sooner will cost you...I have orders to fill."

Auto grunted and dropped another few coins on the counter. He gave the man an idea of Joxer's height and waistline.

He almost laughed, "You're friend ever eat anthing? He's thin as a rail."

Auto felt a mixture of mirth and empathetic iritation, "Afraid he's a bit under nourished. My friends and I will see to it and next time maybe we'll be coming to have his clothes let out."

"Tell you what," The tailor spoke up, "Since you seem a generous fellow I'll talk to my brother-in-law about some boots. He's the cobbler, and he'll give you a good price. Have any idea how big his feet are?" The tailor waited.

"Hmmm," Auto scratched his head and shrugged his shoulders, "I haven't looked at his feet. Can I get back to you on that when I pick up his clothes?"

"Sure thing mister..." he trailed off.

"Just call me Auto. I'll be back in the afternoon to get the clothes," Auto never felt so happy at the thought of spending his hard stolen money on someone other than himself or a buxem lady of the night. He hoped Joxer would like the clothes he ordered.

He was heading back meandering and lifting various items and snatching purses to his heart's content. He was aproaching the Physician's house when he noticed a squad of guards knocking on the front door. He slipped around the side of the house and listened to the one who seemed to be in charge as he spoke to Phidias.

"Was a man brought to you this morning, an outsider?" Then man asked.

Phidais looked at the group with unveiled suspicioun and contempt, "What of it? I treat outsiders as well as the villagers. I took an oath to turn no one away," He tried to close his door to the men but the one who spoke had his hand on the door.

He was well trained and very fit even for a man of lesser stature than the physician. His underlings had long learned not to take size for granted. He'd bested men three times his size.

"I have orders from the captain of the guard to retrieve the man. His people came looking for him and demanding his return," The man looked only slightly up into the eyes of the healer. He did not wish to harm the man. He was a valuable asset ot their village. Even if the majority of people in the village prayed to Athena or Zeus nobody wanted to bring the wrath of Apollo down on their heads by harming one of his physicians.

"Tell him that my patient will be released only once he can be safely moved. If he tears his stiches again I will not be held responsible," Phidais prayed to his god under his breath for protection and guidance.

The guards felt a chill run down thier spines as a few sparks shot out around them. The Lieutennant was forced to let go of the man's door and held his arm to his chest. He wiggled his fingers but he had no feeling in the entire appendage from shoulder to finger tips.

"You see as of now you are standing in a sacred place of healing," Phidais turned and walked back into his house, "Only those seeking to be healed or to help are welcome...Oh and the numbness in your arm should wear off in an hour or so."

Auto felt the chill run down his spine. For a second he thought he saw a flash of light and a tall handsome being standing beside the healer before he flashed away. Nobody else noticed except the healer himself who thanked his god for intervening. Suprised, Auto couldn't help saying a quick thanks to the golden sun god for his interference.

In a clearing among a small gathering of round flat stones there stood a small white marble alter over grown with liken and vines. A being sat on it with his goat legs crossed and his head in his palm.

He had been away from this region for a very long time. Only the prayers of one of his most ardent followers had caught his attention. The world outside of Greece had held such termoil and also opportunity to increase his power that he had left certain projects unattended.

Though he had been called by his Priest Lydus he had yet to appear to his priest. He had heard and fed off the prayers and worship from his sparse following. He kept his promise to keep his nymphs away from the men. The men under his watch were up until the previous night quite safe and content and then one incident destoryed the delicate balance. He would be noticed and his benefactors in this endeavor would need to know to protect themselves and hopefully sheild the men involved from the notice of the Olympus.

Manipulating nature was not always a bad thing. Plants were pruned and trimmed, spliced and minuplated to grow the direction you wished, to bear the sweetest fruit or most fragrant flowers.

Mortals were not plants however...Gaia he was certain knew of his tiny infetensimal transgression but if Olympus got word that he had created a potion that could potentially eliminate the need for Women to give birth...Even if Hera herself had given the potion its special side effect he wondered if the Queen of the gods realized that she could have a hand in the downfall of woman kind if the greater portion of the world and the gods learned that there was a way to reproduce with an only male population and with only male children resulting. The levels of manipulation of the Human body involved alone were an affront to Mother nature.

He may have fed each of theses gods a tiny white lie to get their assistance...that lie and many many bribes. Hera got a brand new previously undiscovered species of flora appearing in her garden on the first day of each spring. It had been over fifty years. He had had to search across the world for enough rare and beautiful flowers to keep her annual supply going. It was a small favor on her part too, even if she thought the blessing was that the bearer of those sons happened to be a woman and not a man...He was likely to have his entire being liquified in her outrage.

Apollo had been fairly easy, a healing and growth excellerant, female hormones, bone restructuring. He had done it on a dare no less. He had no idea it was going to be part of a concotion that would violate natural law, but would he have cared? Perhaps not but as far as Pan trusted the vein god was just, well, not very far. In exchange for the potion he had his pick of Nymphs for every solstace and equanox. The girls couldn't coplain he had a reputation for virility in bed and staying power. Some of them had trouble walking for weeks after a night with the sun god. There were even a few times when the girls woud fight over who's turn it was and he just said "If Apollo thinks he can handle six of you at once then go." Aparently the rumors were true and all six of the pretty faye creatures were well sated and his couplings resulted in several daughters some of whom had grown up enough to share their father's bed and produce even more daughters. Pan sighed. That Apollo made some very beautiful children, he enjoyed them himself often enough. A mutually benificial trade is the best kind after all.

Aphrodite was fairly easy. Ingridents for her potions. Anything from the fregrant Calendula (the main ingrident in the potion she had brewed for him) to Nymph's blood, and other more sensual fluids. The girls didn't mind being bled just a little bit for a good cause, or for some sexual role play, and nymph cum was always a pleasure to milk from the beautiful creatures. It tasted of honeysuckle, and it was a natural aphrodisiac. Nymph blood on the other hand the power to make a weak potion strong and a strong potion unreversable. That potion he had given the men was already strong but he had felt justified in making it permenant. The blood alone was a potent and dangerous poison. Those ingridents were all present in the potion he had crafted for the men he had adopted as his.

Pan had his reasons for protecting those men. Much more than half a century ago he had found a young man, broken bleeding and near death. He touched the boy's fevered skin and had instantly seen the horrors acted upon a relative innocent. He was still a child. A branch of the Amazon tribe had gone rogue, they were zelots and had decided men should be punished for existing. Their brother tribe was an easy target. They were less warriors then children of the forrest. Their sister tribe had for years protected and cooperated with the men inexchange for stud services basically. The men would be given boys once weened from their mother's breast and the daughters were kept and trained and thought they never had met their fathers they were taught to respect the men who planted the seed in the fertile soils of their mother's wombs.

That changed for a group of both tribes that were farther from the central group and the queen of the amazons. Long before that woman whom travled around with the moral daughter of Ares had wrested control from them.

It was perhaps his fault that the Amazon tribe deterioated. There was so much infighting after his interference. Pan had finally had enough as he observed the women attack and kill a peacful village of Gargarean men, and kill any man old enough to grow a beard. They took the children and teenagers. The lead zelot had a hunger for young boys that was disgusting and varacous. Boys not even old enough properly couple with for the sake of procreation.

Then when they failed to provide children or just when they got bored of them the crazed women murdered helpless frightened and confused children.

Though he managed to escape with his life, this happened happened Aesculapius , father of Pytheous, and grandfather of Gallus. He found the boy and in the guise of an elder tribe member he healed him. Encouraged him to gather any men or boys willing to leave and head north. He imbued him with his protection and brought out the natural ability to lead and survive. He left the boy's memories in tact feeling that it would encourage him to flee.

Puck went to the zelot camp to find a blood letting so great and terrible he wept. Pan never known as a tender god, wept. Children mutilated, tortured and slitted from groin to neck. Every boy in camp. One dead Amazon with a swollen stomach. She had cracked her head open and all those poor innocent boys were slaughtered for it. He did not pity her nor the daughter she would have brought to term. Every child was beaten and whipped until the skin and bones became one their intestines strewn about in a rage.

The women were alredy on their way to raid the village. Pan transported himself to the village in time to see Aesculapius and a small band running from the carnage of the village. Only boys were left alive to replinish their slave stock. Pan made certain that not a lock stayed fixed and not a boy still living was captured. He guided the boys unconciously to meet up with thier brothers. Only twenty-five lived, and only two of them men. The knealt to Aesculapius and declared him their chief, and pledged their service to advise and protect the band as they left their home.

He smote the lead zelot and the women dispersed in terror seeing a god strike their leader down. He had hoped at the time it would deter their abberant behavior.   All it did was cause them to break up into pockets amongst their sister tribes and slowly poison the tribe from the inside out.

Amongst the troop of youths his priest Lydus was the youngest. He was held on the hip of the man he would one day marry and bare a son for. Pan saw a great potential for healing of both spiritual and physical in him. He kept his eyes on both Aesculapius and Lydus. Aesculapius rests with Hades now, but Lydus still had a few years left.

If this debacle did not destory their small tribe he would need to influence Lydus to begin training a replacement. He sensed the grip of old age tightening and death would come to the man it its own time. Pan used as scrying spell and brought up the image of his acolyte praying at his alter. "Seventy eight years old he still prays like a child, full of love and awe," Pan touched the surface of the illusion. Lydus felt the calm of his touch even through the scrying spell. He knew his god was listening to his prayers and he beleived that whatever happened Pan would not abondon them.

Pan stretched the influence of his spell to check on Pytheous' mate and progeny. Nestor he touched first and lulled him into a dreamless sleep, he wa filled with so much regret. He would have to answer to the god for his crime, but Pan saw that it was s childish and innocent mistake. A disastrous mistake, but still done out of both love and mischief. Aspects he treasured in the child. He would be punished but it would be a fitting one and hopefully for the boy's betterment. Theos lay on his back breathing evenly. he touched the boy and found a deep well of misplaced love and lust for a man named Joxer. Pan frowned and wished he had cupid's arrows to erase the hurt and despair in the young man, and to quell the anger at his brother. It wasn't Theos' place to punish Nestor, angry as he was.

Idas was not as easily influenced, he was and was not an outsider. He was brought into the fold against his will, though he grew to love his husband and mate, he was never truly one of Pan's to influence, even with the potion working within him. The little tyke Kimon he had that spark of pure love still and though he was frightened he would grow up strong no matter what happened to his tribe. He could be Pan's priest...but was there time to train him? He was still too young to grasp his own talents and nature...Perhaps that would be Nestor's punishment. He was not meant for spiritual healing but he was clever and he could learn everything from Lydus. Then, as Kimon grew Nestor would help guide his youngest brother. Kimon was and would remain the youngest. Idas' time to bare was over, even taking more potion could not change that. Pan could sense it now. Suddenly he flashed into the tent. Appearing behind his elderly priest. Lydus did not turn or react only to go completely still.

"Its fine my child of the wilderness," Pan whispered, "I am not here to punish you. I am afraid that I must take my potion back now. It's abuse had caused much trouble and for the safety of your tribe I must take it." He held out his palm and the small oval bottle of plum colored liquid appeared in his hand.

"I can't stay but I must warn you to have Pytheous call off the search for that man Joxer. He was not meant for Gallus," He felt a very painful spike in Lydus' heart rate and he feared that he might have stopped the man's heart at his word, but thought he panted and clutched at his chest he did not faint. He had just felt the man's heart break for the son of his chief.

"I know the fates can be cruel," Pan rested his hand on the top of the old man's head. His quickened heart rate slowed and he relaxed under his gods touch. With no more words Pan comunicated his plans for Gallus, Nestor, Kimon and himself. Lydus did not like some of the plans, but he loved his god and would obey.

"It's time that man rejoin woman," Pan uttered as he faded from sight, "All of them are not evil. I know it will be hard to intergrate, but for your children's sakes you must learn." His voice rang after he vanished. Lydus stood feeling his joints protest. Espically after his show of agility earlier. His hip was so painful it is a wonder he had not broken it.

Pan felt the tugging of the fates he had to deal with this problem. The man Joxer had been given enough of the potion for two hundred men. Thankfully the poison of the Nymph's blood is nulified when it is mixed with other ingridents, and because it is a multifaceted potion the healing affects of it would mean he can not be killed by any normal poison. He will be safe for as long as the potion's affects last and that will be a very long time. Pan stretched his senses out. He frowned when he felt a barrier blocking his senses from the mortal he sought out. Pan returned to his private meadow to take up his seat on the small bench like alter.

"Apollo knows already...Its only a matter of time before the others do too."

Apollo's barrier was meant to protect himself as he realized just where at least part of the sorce of Joxer's strange and appealing aura lie. The barrier may also protect Joxer from the other god's senses and wrath, but it could only last so long before the mortal tried to venture forth.

The other problem was that the fates had had plans for him. Plans important enough to disrupt the timeline and have Pan called into their cave so they could screech at him and his folly. These plans had been interupted by his potion. Pan didn't want to go near those women again for a long time.

There were three strands verging off from the man and at least one of those would be an important influence in the future. Now that Joxer had taken that potion he will never be able to father children. His seed will be converted into eggs because of the potion. The woman he was meant to marry and give him three children will never concieve with him.

The only hope for the time line is for Joxer to take a husband and bare those children as their dam. He had only been with the fates long enough to know this but not whom the sire of those unborn lives would be. He did know that Gallus would not be that sire. He had in his hubrus commited the very crime the Amazons had so many times in the past. Taking what was not freely given. His father was also guilty and his grandfather. It had barely passed his notice because the fates had not come to call. His transgressions had not screwed with the thread of time...until now. That was why though Idas had taken the potion of fertility and life he would never be one of Pan's he was an outsider who accepted his fate and embraced it, but had he not been caught stealing a fish to survive that day he would have lived a very different life. His line was never meant to continue but the additional ripples in time went unnoticed because they only divereted the timeline slightly.

In the end most of his influenced had drawn the short straws, why Gallus had to fall for Joxer...It was...why had Theos even taken back that damn dagger. Pride was a mighty hard thing to get over. Then Nestor had...three brothers smitten by a man who was frankly rather ordinary without the influence of the potion.

Now though he coud conquer a kingdom with his aura. Or he could be taken against his will, and used to father sons. If those influenced realized that they would ony get sons out of Joxer the implications fo so many greedy warlords, princes, kings even an emporer. Joxer was going to need more than a barrier from Apolo to protect him.

Pan supposed the affintiy for homosexual couplings was perhaps a matter of taste. He was not physically atracted to males. It was what made this little pet project so bizzare.

...And thankfully he and the other gods involved in the making of the potion were immune to its affects. The only way to mute the affects would be to get the man bred and mated, even then with the levels of potion he has consumed it is hard to tell. This is unpresidented even for the god.

"So this was what you wanted my healing potion for, Goat boy?" Apollo flashed into Pan's sanctuary with an angry scowel marring his handsome face. He snatched the bottle from the other god's hands. He held up to the sun watching the rays pass through the shimmering fluid making vibrant purple ray, "You realize if things go south I'm gonna get burned here too?"

Pan nodded grimly. Part of him thrilled at the uneasy tilt to the son god's voice. the pantheon was always squabbling over the sightest thing and looked for an excuse to oust any god they way and having too much influence.

He snatched the bottle back. Still not certain what he should do with it. Should it be destoryed, turnned over to someone...Perhaps if he gave it to Hera it might mitigate some of her anger. His thoughhts were interupted by Apollo.

"I've held off on killing the little worm for now," The golden man hissed, "I sensed there was something about him that killing would only dig us deeper in this hole. You, little goat, are lucky I found out first. Mom will fry you three ways to sunday. Dite might be ok but she's such and airhead she'd probably blurt it out infront of Dad, and get us all thrown in the frier together."

Pan frowned. He never cared for Apollo and being absent from greece had not lessened that. If he didn't need the healing influence he would have not even dealt with the high-and-mighty god of healing.

"At least he's in good hands...for now...those Savages want him...probably want to pass his tight little ass around. You know he's a virgin?" Apollo snorted in an unatractive manner, "Little wonder with a face like that. Isn't he dedicated to Ares? Maybe he would like to take a crack at him get some more half gods running around to fight with Herc. He can just put a cloth over his head and take him from behind," Apollo held up his hand and examined his fingernales in a bored tone, "Not that I'm sure he'd notice. I think he fucks his warlords while their wives watch...Anyway...how's Niobe doing...still preggers? I was hoping to stuff her tight little pussy again soon."
Pan rolled his eyes. The girls loved Apollo's dick enough to put up with his horrible attitude, inane banter, and big ego but he wasn't his girls, "Just bore you another daughter. Named her Kyra..."

"Cool, after this is handled I'm gonna take her to my temple and make her ride my cock until she can't sit properly for a month," Apollo sniffed and flexed his fingers a fire pit appeared with a young goat roasting over it, "I'm hungry...you hungry?"

"You know I don't eat meat," Pan rolled his eyes. He knew Apollo was going to make himself a pest and for the time being Pan was stuck with him.

"Niobe loves meat," Apollo smiled crudely, "She loves my meat." He ripped a goat leg off and bit into it. All the talk of meat was making Pan a bit nauseated also the roast was not helping.

Xena startled awake. There was that electric feeling in the air that only meant one thing. There had been a god near by. She removed herself from her blanket carefully. She let Gabrielle sleep and she was up checking on Joxer. the man's eyes fluttered and he stirred, "'M awake," He moaned, "Don't hit me Gabby, I'm getting up." Xena forgot the god/gods presence for a second to push the half awake man down, "No need to get up." She whispered. Joxer nodded and yawned. He relaxed and let sleep take him over. It was the first non drugged sleep he's had in quite a while.

Xena apraised her friend and nodded, he had his color back. He was naturally pale but he had been so sallow and ghastly looking only a few hours before. She let her grin melt into a tender smile, "You're such an interesting thing. Life will never be boring as long as you're around."

Xena more than once wished he was as young in body as he seemed in spirit. She would love to have had a son like him. So much love and genuine bravery. A hero's heart in a awkward body. If she had come across him when he was a child things would have been woefully different but she had been a different person then.

Strange thinking of a man only a few years her junior as a son but that was how she felt about him. She and Gabrielle were hard on him. it just had to be that way for his own good.

"Is it safe for him to sleep?" She turned just as Phidias walked through the door.

"Yes," He paused in conteplation before taking Joxer's right wrist in his hand and holding his fingers there. he looked at the bandage on the burned hand and it looked better. Not fully healed but where the red raw slesh had been was pink and iritated. He would scar but maybe it wouldn't be so bad. He put joxer's hand down and smoothed the blanket covering Joxer's nudity, "We've done our best."

The healer sighed the strong floral scent coming off of Joxer was confounding he didnt seem to be under the influence of any poisons. If he had been perfumed it would have faded not grown stronger, and the Callendula was a medicinal flower. Its scent was pleasant but hardly one people used in perfumes. The women never commented on the smell but he had noticed the other man, Autolycus, inhaling deeply around Joxer.

It was a nice smell and the young man was certainly something to behold. Not a traditional beauty but something about his face was facinating and pleasing at the same time. The expressive brown eyes, rather large on an adult male, full lashes too. The pink lips naturally upturned meaning he was smiling in his sleep. His skin was the softest Phidias had ever felt on a man. Almost soft as a baby's.

"I'm going to have a stretch and go find something for my friends to eat," Xena announced, "We appriciate everythign you've done for Joxer. Is it alright if I leave Gabrielle there?" She nodded to her friend.

"Its fine. I was the one who said you couldn't move your friend.   I'm glad to know he has people who care so much..." The man paused. Looking from Joxer to the woman, "Please tell me the truth.   That man Auto and Joxer...are they not lovers?"

Xena unaware of the thief's sudden infatuation snorted in amused shock, "Hardly. As far as I know Autolycus prefers the company of women."

That left the man puzzled, "You are good friends with him, had Joxer had someone abusive in his life..."

"From what I know his father did not treat him kindly," Xena frowned Joxer hardly mentioned his past beyond wanting to make his family proud by becoming a warrior. She saw the signs of an abused child in Joxer, "He was one of triplets...and the yougest of the three. I think they have a tenous relationship with each other. He came to us looking to become a warrior" She frowned slightly, She didn't wish to dwell on the circumstances of their first meeting with a stranger so she kept it at that.

"He has the heart for it, just..." Xena noticed her friend stirring and she didn't want to voice her opinion on his lack of skill, "He often jumps in to fights with no thought...And he comes out the worse for the ware."

The doctor nodded loking to see Joxer's eyes fluttering. He felt a bit like a heel talking about the young man right in front of him as he slept.

"Anyway I won't be long," She excused herself. She did want to get something to eat but she also wanted to scout around for any signs of trouble, godly or otherwise.
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