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Hercules Accidental Obsession	By : AmberDDawn Category: G through L > Hercules Views: 1466 -:- 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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I've been gone for a while. I promise the stories are not abondoned, and as always I'm glad to see you have come back! The fic is gettign a bit angsty, but still hope you enjoy!

Hercules Accidental Obsession
Chapter 5: The Crush and The Mistake.

Ares flashed into the temple and looked to his nephew. Strife waved him over whispering, "Theah's sommin yah need tah know bout Joxah."

Ares turned to look at Joxer concerned. The mortal looked fine to him. He turned back to Strife, "What's wrong?"

"Don't wanna talk bout it...gotta show yah in yah mind," Strife stood from his seat and walked out of the room.

"Where do you think your're going Nephew!" Ares demanded.

"Not showin ya in here...not with 'im right theah," Strife tilted his head toward Joxer who was snugly tucked into bed. He knew Ares was going to blow a fuse when he learned what Joxer had been through, assuming he didn't already know, but one could not be too careful.

Ares grumbled but followed Strife who lead him out to the field behind the temple. No need to risk collapsing the temple on Joxer's sleeping head.

"Ya ready?" Strife asked. Ares only nodded. Strife shuddered as he let the images pass throught his mind and allowed his uncle to grab his head. Ares absorbed the thoughts. After only a few seconds Ares jerked away and roared. His anger flowed out and waves of energy rolling off of him like a pot boiling over. He screamed again and formed a fireball instinctually looking at his nephew angrily. Strife swallowed hard and covered his face. He braced for the hit. He could take a few blasts until his uncle blew off some steam, but the fireball never touched him. Ares threw his fire over Strife's head and it blasted a distant tree, causing it to explode and burn.

Ares breathed slowly in and out, letting his being calm so he didn't harm Strife. He might beat his underlings, but only when they deserved it and Strife was only trying to help. Ares wasn't the mindless force that many thought he was, he was a reasonable god. He looked at his nephew who was still protecting his face. He grunted hiding the slight tinge of pain in his chest. He knew his nephew feared him. He also knew Strife loved him like a father, he was the only father figure Strife had known. His biological father had to be a god. Discord wouldn't have bourn the child to full term if he were a demi-god. Hell there was a watch put on her to insure she didn't abort Strife. She wouldn't have dared sneak a demigod ambrosia. So Strife's father had to be a full god. The god didn't have to be Olympian.   If he knew the god he would beat the shit for abandoning his duties as a father. Ares shook his head of those thoughts. They would always be revisited.

"Ya ok Unc?" Strife squeeked out, looking over his arm. Ares was finally pulled out of his musings. There were too many past injustices to ponder, he had to focus on the present.

"Those men are going suffer," Ares growled angrily. Ok one threat for good measure. Many places all over Greece men shuddered. A feeling of dread cloaking them its it's dark embrace.

"Joxah doesn't know that I saw his thoughts," Strife hurriedly informed his uncle, "I don't think he'd like tah know I peeked inta his thoughts. Maybe yah can get him tah tell yah then yah can get outta him who and maybe even where some of em are."

Ares nodded. Strife was right. It was generally thought that the young god was an idiot, and Strife played on that beleif to his benifit. Strife was cunning and, for his age, wise. For Strife's benifit Ares palyed into the act of the long suffering god of war, stuck with the inept and ireverent little god of mischief. Strife was actually very good at what he did and quick on his feet.

"Stay with Joxer a while longer. I have a meeting on Olympus. Father called it suddenly and I have a feeling its not going to be a simple briefing. The old goat sounded pissed." Ares rubbed his hand over his face in frustration. Knowing what he did now made the god only want to stick closer to the mortal. His Joxer had been violated and abused. He needed to protect him.

Strife whined, "He's safe here Unc! I promised Cupid I'd come to him as soon as I could."

Ares clenched his fist and set his jaw but looking at his Nephew's pleading face and adorable pout he couldn't say no. He crumbled. If the other gods knew his supposedly useless nephew had this kind of pull with him he would never hear the end of it.

"Fine," Ares gave in, "You're right...my priests wouldn't dare harm Joxer...Go, before I change my mind."

"Thanks Unc! Yah thah best!" Strife salouted Ares as he flashed out.

Ares dissapeared as well he needed to get ready for what ever unreasonable demands Zeus had in store.

Ares tapped his fingers on the arm of his chair as the other gods argued amongst themselves. It had been hours since they had been called. Zeus was pulling one of his famous late entries. The war god slipped his hand into a pocket. He held a small scrying mirror. Joxer was exercizing in the afternoon sun. He was sweating and panting, but he was also steadily balancing on that log the priests had hewn from a tall pine tree. He chuckled as Joxer turned too fast and flailed his arms. He managed to right himself. Ares felt a swell of pride for his mortal. Joxer had a lot more potential than his friends gave him credit for.

He frowned thinking of what Strife had shown him. He hadn't noticed Joxer much before he had joined Xena, inspite of him being dedicated to Ares at birth. He had no idea about Joxer being used like a camp follower. Ares wasn't feeling guilty...Really he wasn't, but now that he knew about those warriors abusing Joxer he was going to keep a much closer eye on the mortal. Truly he knew he could trust his priests, even Tros, to not touch Joxer like that; but he couldn't help feeling jealous.

"Are you going to participate in the discussion or continue to spy on that mortal?" Ares growled as Apollo leaned over his shoulder looking at Joxer, "Nice body, I suppose that is more entertaining than this boring meeting."

Ares growled and thrust his mirror into his pocket, "Keep your eyes to yourself bright britches."

"Jealous much?" Apollo jeered, "I'm not interested in him, but your little underling, Strife...I could take him to the hights fo pleasure. He may be a useless god, but that slender body and firm little ass are just begging for my personal attention. I can't beleive how greedy your son is, keeping him and that pretty wife too. It's just not fair!"
Ares glared at him, "Hold your tongue before I carve it out of your filthy mouth."

Apollo snapped his mouth shut and backed up taking his seat. He totally wasn't intimidated by tall dark and grouchy. He only spoke once he was out of arms reach of his angry brother, "Whatever dude, Cupid can have him, fine!"

He assumed Ares was only angry About the comment about his son, but Ares didn't like the idea of Apollo getting his grubby paws on his young nephew. Strife was happy with Cupid and Psyche. He didn't get into their business but since Strife had taken up with his eldest son he had been happier and much more stable mentally.

Zeus entered the room cutting Ares sthoughts off. Finally they could get this meeting over with.

Joxer felt a bit giddy. There he was walking across that log from the the other day. It was strange how well he could balance with no armor, and if he actually paid attnetion to where he was walking. One difference was that he wasn't wearing his boots. He felt the rough bark digging into his feet and it hurt a bit but also he was walking a straight line. He turned and walked back It was progress, even if the half log was laying on flat ground next to the sunken pit. Joxer hopped off. He wiped his brow panting heavily. He turned around in time to see Tros walk in.

"You're improving," Tros smiled. Joxer blushed. Tros crossed the floor watching the young man. He thought Joxer looked rather pretty blushing like that. The man looked at the floor and shuffled his feet.

"So...am I ready for sword training?" Joxer asked looking out the back of the temple at the rolling green hills and farmland. Tros rested his hand on Joxer's shoulder, and turned him back.

"Soon...Maybe tomorrow," The taller man leaned in smiling. Joxer was sweating and breathing hard. Tros wondered how much of that was from practicing and how much was from the heat of the sun. He frowned noticing that Joxer was paler than normal, inspite of his blush. He rested a hand on Joxer's brow. His frown deepened. Joxer was over heated.

Ares chose that moment to flash in angrily. Zeus had raked him over the coals. He was pissed about Ares' latest campaign. Zeus had a woman in the city he had sieged. She was taken prisoner, and the soliders hadn't been very nice to her. It wasn't under his oders that women and children be taken prisoner. He had punished the men, but aparently she had been carrying one of the sky god's bastards and had miscarried. Zeus hadn't mentioned her to the war god, likely afraid Hera would find out, but he still blamed his son for the loss of his unborn child. Ares needed to see Joxer. Being near the mortal had a calming effect on him recently.

Unfortunatly he flashed in just as Tros was leaning into Joxer's personal space. He saw his priest, touching his mortal and he snapped. The god of war snarled and grabed the priest by the back of his robes and flung him across the small amphitheater. He hit the temple wall with a grunt and a sick thud.

"My Lord!" Joxer squeeked.   Tros lay unmoving on the floor against the wall of the temple. The god had turned to stalk his prey. Ares grabbed the man by his throat and lifted him. Tros didn't fight at all. He hung slack and his eyes were closed. Ares was squeezing his throat. Joxer screamed, "Ares! Stop!" The god did stop. He let the priest drop to the ground.

Ares bristled as he heard Joxer shouting at him. He turned sharply glaring at Joxer, "You would order your god around?" He questioned Joxer. Ares launched off the ground, leaping over the ampetheater and landing in front of the quivering mortal. He grabbed Joxer by the shoulders and shook him, "Were you so afraid of losing your lover that you would dare address me with such disrespect?"

"Lord Ares...I..." Joxer said in a frightened voice.

Ares backhanded him, even in his rage he held back or Joxer's neck might have snapped, "Remember who's the god and who's the worthless mortal!"

Joxer was reeling. His face throbbed but Ares' words stung more than the slap had. Ares pulled him close and forced his lips on the mortals. Joxer struggled for a few seconds. Then he went slack in Ares' arms. Heat radiated off the mortal's skin. The god pulled back. Joxer was pale except for a bruise rising on his cheek. He came back to his senses when he realized Joxer had fainted. Ares felt his chest clench tightly. He'd hurt Joxer. He hadn't meant to, he had just been so angry. Ares scooped Joxer up and carried him inside. He looked at his priest on the floor and grunted. He still didn't apriciate Tros fawning over his mortal but maybe he had over reacted a bit.

He saw one of his other priests in the hall, "You go help your brother into a bed and have a healer look at him." He wasn't going to say sorry but he aslo wasn't going to let a capable priest die because of a mistake.

Hercules sighed for about the hundreth time since they had left Aphrodite's temple. Iolaus looked at him as they walked along the trail, "Relax buddy, if Cupid says Joxer is safe he's safe."

"It's not that," Hercules stopped on the road. Iolaus gave him a look, "Alright its not only that but this is Ares. What good could possibly come from leaving Joxer in his clutches. Why would he even want Joxer?"

"Maybe the same reason you wanted him?" Iolaus said, only feeling the slightest pang in his heart. If that were true Joxer wasn't really safe.

"Then its settled we have to go get Joxer, or ask Cupid to go get him..." Hercules growled. He didn't want Joxer romantically anylonger, but that didn't stop his heart from aching for the poor man. Joxer really was a good man and he deserved better than the life he's lead up until then. Hercules looked at iolaus and imagined him in Joxer's position. The rage feuled by that false love paled in comparison to the fire creeping into his mind at the mere thought. The difference between Joxer and Iolaus was that his life long friend could handle himself in a fight. Joxer was not equiped to defend himself and had been victimized for a long time because he hadn't had friends to help protect him. Well that was then and now. He had Hercules and Iolaus, maybe Xena and Gabrielle too. Thought he would have to speak to them, because Hercules was certain the abuse was still on going.

"Fine with me," Iolaus nodded, "...But Ares is already probably pretty pissed at you. We may have to fight to get Joxer away from him, and if we go around wercking temples he's going to be expecting us." Iolaus wondered if they could snatch Joxer and run. Ares is a god. The only places whey could go would be out of Greece. Out of the pantheon's influnce, or to beseech another god for protection and he had many doubts that the gods would go against War for a mere mortal.

Ares growled under his breath. He was so angry, angry at Zeus, angry with his priest, but most of his anger was directed at himself. He'd hurt the mortal. He had hurt Joxer; the man he had been trying to protect. The man he had been obsessing over and facinated by, allured, intranced, arroused by. He wanted Joxer's trust and affection. Without even realizing it he had been wooing the mortal. Joxer would make an excelent consort. He was soft hearted, comforting. His body was masculine enough to apriciate and yet lovely at the same time. His face was so expressive and interesting to look at and he was funny. Ares felt he could be kept amused for a very long time. That felt wrong, espically after learning of Joxer's abusive past.

Ares was war but he had a heart. He was a god but even gods could feel pain, and his chest was hurting. His heart ached. He watched Joxer lying in a fitful slumber. He was fevered from over exposure to the sun and the heat of the day. Ares' little show of agression had not helped. Joxer's fright had sent him over into a faint. Ares gingerly rested his hand on the strawberry mark across Joxer's cheek bone. The skin had split from the force of the blow. He supposed Joxer was lucky he hadn't died. Ares's rumbling growl intensified. He was responsible for hurting the one mortal in his domain that he wanted to protect. He sighed and sliped his fingers under the man's head lifting him gently. Ares' eyes fell closed. He pressed his lips against Joxers then muttered, "Maybe I should send you away. You would be safer."

"Lord?" Ares' eyes snapped open looking into bleary unfocused brown doe eyes. Joxer looked so sweet. Even after the attack his eyes gave off love and devotion, though it was tinged with fear as well. Joxer looked at his god in confusion. Ares had been angry with him, now he was kissing him. Joxer shuddered in fear and inticipation. Perhaps it was time he paid his god for the attention.

The thought passed through to Ares like a prayer and he frowned, "I won't take you as a sacrafice, or an offering." Why? The god had done it before. Soliders, warlords, their wives and daughters offered up to please and garner favor. Ares had children from such couplings. But Joxer was diferent he was more than a worshiper, because Ares cared for him and to cheapen what they had by using Joxer like that would ruin him. Joxer would galdly be an offering. he knew that but then he would leave his god and go back to his friends, "I am not looking for a quick fuck with you Joxer."

Joxer gasped. Ares took the opportunity to slip his tongue into the mortal's mouth. Joxer tasted so good. He broke the kiss briefly, "I am...I didn't mean to hurt you Joxer. I want to keep you with me. Safe and protected." 'And loved,' He couldn't say it. Even if he had it in him to, it might scare the mortal further.

"Lord Ares," Joxer trembled and slowly wound his fingers throught the gods silky hair. He was afraid but he loved Ares.

The god could feel the cocktail of emotions, fear, passion, devotion and genuine love. It was too much. He pulled away.   Love frightened him. It was so fragile and so foriegn to a god who's nature was destruction. He had been with many many gods, mortals and demi gods. He had fucked, and made babies but had he ever loved or been loved? No. No he ahd not. The closest that came to mind had been his half sister. Aphrodite had given him many children and he did love them. He would have married the goddess if his father had not taken her from him and given her to Hephaestus. Yet the god could not bring himself to resent the loss now.

He had never been with Joxer and yet he knew once he took the mortal like that there was no going back. He would have to be Ares' consort for the rest of his life...and that left a bitter taste in his mouth too. How much time did he have left with the mortal? Maybe that was the problem. The thing keeping him from having what he wanted. Joxer would be gone in a matter fo a few decades. That was nothing to a being who had been alive for eons.

Ares disentangled himself from the mortal. He needed to think. He pressed his lips to the bruise on Joxer's face and slowly the cut closed, and then the pink and purple discoloration faded to nothing, "Sleep Joxer. I must go take care of something."

Joxer's unfocused eyes closed and he relaxed back into the bed, "Yes my lord."
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