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Strife in my Life	By : AmberDDawn Category: S through Z > Xena Views: 2142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Strife in my Life
Chapter 6: Never Mess with my Man

Joxer and Jayce shared a tear filled goodbye. Jayce’s troop was moving on and it was time for Joxer and Auto to meet back with their friends. They had enjoyed a nice little vacation but Auto still didn’t feel Joxer was completely safe. At least with Hercules, Xena, Iolaus he was well protected…and he supposed even Gabrielle could be useful. Auto had a very strong feeling that this little stint of peace was about to get interrupted and he had learned to trust his gut over the years. Oh he wasn’t about t tell Joxer about his gut feeling, no need to worry him in his delicate state. Besides he was sure his adorable sweet loving husband missed his friends.

“You take care Yoxie!” Was it Auto or did Jayce’s accent suddenly get thicker. Auto looked around and noticed the troop was gathering. “Chu an' Auto come see us again really soon! We’ll have an especial performance for chu and bring chour friends, especially that Hercules. Ohh all those muscles!”

The man took a bow and was swept up into the crowd. Auto looked over at Joxer who was rolling his eyes but smiling, “Jayce is quite the performer.”

“Well he’s good at what he does,” Auto agreed, “…But Joxer, you’re the best at what you do.”

“Really what’s that?” Joxer was grinning and blushing.

“Making me horny,” Auto murmured in his ear and licked his neck. He gently rubbed Joxer’s bottom and started kissing him. Joxer moaned and rubbed against him. Auto had gotten him going and they were about to start their journey to meet with their friends.

“Do we have to go back so soon?” Joxer whined, “I love our friends but they can be a bit overbearing at times, and well…” Joxer thrust into Auto’s thigh and a very prominent bulge brushed against it. Auto chuckled, “We have our room until tomorrow. I suppose we could stay one more night.”

“Great! Let’s go!” Joxer started tugging his lover toward the inn.

Cupid was thinking. He’d been doing a lot of it lately. His mother, understanding as she was, would only put up with his slacking for so long. He was watching as Strife taught Bliss some kind of game with a loop of red string. It was called cat’s cradle or something. Strife’s clever long fingers slid under and over the string and pulled apart. Strife held out his laced up fingers and Bliss clapped. Then strife helped bliss make something called Jacob’s ladder. It must be some more future games he had found. Bliss held up his hands and a mess of tangled string hung between them. Bliss came running, “Daddy! Daddy! Look what I did!”

“Very good baby,” Cupid inspected the mess and it almost resembled some kind of ladder. Strife was holding up an intricate refined version between his hands. Strife had such delicate looking hands. It was hard to reconcile this being with the one stabbing and castrating a mortal only a couple days before. Bliss ran back over and tried to hug Strife while still entangled in the red twine. Strife unwound his hands and hugged him. Then he turned the boy to the corner. There sat a pile of carved wooden blocks, cones, triangles, pyramids and other shapes. He sat next to bliss who hooted in excitement.

“Why don’t ya build yahself a temple Bliss,” Strife suggested. Bliss nodded and plopped on the ground in front of him.

“I build it really big!” Bliss shouted.

Adonis walked in briskly. He had gone looking for his brother at his temple, and then he looked at Aphrodite’s place. She directed him to Ares’ home. Ares temple had never seemed welcoming to him but Cupid was here and he needed his assistance.

He looked to his adopted brother. He didn't acknowledge Strife or Bliss, who was stacking blocks in the far corner. He had a purpose for being there. His eyes discretely drifted over to Strife and caressed his body. The other god tried to pretend he wasn't there and turned back to Bliss to see what the tyke was up to. He still felt the intrusive inspection of his person even with his back to the god of beauty. With his back to him, Adonis got to appreciate one of the most perfect bottoms on Olympus.

Adonis cleared his throat and turned his full attention back to Cupid, "Brother dear I need a tiny favor."

Cupid looked a little irritated. Adonis's favors were rarely ‘tiny’, "What do you want?"

"Well...there's this sculptor. He's really very good...he might even one day be considered a genius...He was working…On a statue of me as a matter of fact. It's…just…that…he started it…and now he's...distracted..." Adonis hesitated.

"If he's distracted why not go to the muses? That's their department,” Cupid suggested and explained, "The only things I am in charge of inspiring are matters of the heart."

"Oh but this distraction is just your specialty. It's a woman. My precious sculptor is in love. He saw this young lady in the marketplace and now all he can think of is winning her heart. The problem is aside from his magnificent talent he has nothing to offer her, and she's the daughter of a warlord...his youngest daughter."

"Which wahlahd is it?" Strife stood up and came over to ask.

"What's it to you?" Adonis turned sneering at Strife but his eyes sparkled as he took advantage of the opportunity to appraise the pale man.

"Well it isn't nothin tah me, but if your precious sculptah goes aftah tha wrong wahlahd's daughtah then yah might be lookin fah a new sculptah, cause yah might be pickin up pieces ah tha guy's body from Athens ta Thrace," Strife folded his arms over his chest feeling the other god's scrutiny and hating it.

"He has a point Adonis," Cupid called his step-brother's attention back to him.

"Let’s…see he knows her name because she is quite popular in the village, It's Polydamna. Her father is Bardas of Beroea, Near Macedonia," He smiled winningly.

"Bardas…Hmm...Yah might wanna ask Unc fah advice about him," Strife offered, "He's big on family fah a wahlahd."

"I'd want to consult Mom too," Cupid was seriously thinking. He would bring the two together if they were a good match. Weather it was to help his step-brother or not.

"Bliss, want to go see Grandma?" Cupid asked his son.

Bliss jumped up excitedly knocking his tower over and scattering blocks across the floor. He latched onto his father's leg and shouted, "Granma!" Cupid cleaned the blocks up with a thought. He vanished with his son, leaving Strife alone with Adonis.

An unpleasant shiver wracked Strife’s body when Cupid left him alone. He had been avoiding the other for over a decade. He was sure Adonis remembered having his hand pierced, after all ten years isn’t all that long of a time for a god. Strife felt sick when the other got turned fully toward him and stepped forward.

"Strife," Adonis purred. Strife saw the other god’s hand clench and there was an almost indiscernible shiny scar in the middle of his fist. He looked at his own hand, “Like it? I kept the scar to remind me of you.”

"What?" Strife backed up. He glanced at the silver bracelet, the bane of his life at the moment, and cursed under his breath.

“You are looking rather attractive today,” Adonis sauntered up to his cousin. Strife hit a wall and cursed when Adonis took full advantage of the situation. A hand rested on either side of him as the taller more muscular male leaned in smiling. His breath was like cool spring water and mint, but it might as well have been three week old fish as far as Strife was concerned.

“Could yah back off a bit?” Strife tried to sound intimidating but it was hard when the other male was looking down at him and smirking. Not to mention that he didn’t have access to his powers while he wore the silver shackle that kept him grounded. No running, no godly strength, no transporting. He was caught, like a little bunny and a predator was on his scent. He was…sniffing that is. Adonis ran his nose across Strife’s pulse point. Strife fought the urge to gag, weather in fear or disgust he didn’t know.

“You smell divine, I can’t place it but it’s wonderful. You must tell me what bathing oils or powders you are using,” Adonis complimented him and leaned in closer. He brought one of his hands to the back of Strife’s head carding through his un-gelled curls, “Damn your hair is softer than it looks.” Adonis tilted Strife’s head up and smiled down at him in mock benevolence.

“I’ve always admired your looks, you know? With your pale as moonbeams skin, bright as starlight eyes and dark as night hair; you are like the night and I am the glorious day. You compliment my golden beauty so well. I mean you are below me in every way. That isn’t all bad because who can really hope to compare to me, and below me is a position I see you in for a long time to come.”

He grabbed Strife’s arm and lifted it to his face. He slid up strife’s forearm mindful of the studs on his outfit, “We’ll have to work on your fashion sense, my little moonbeam.”

Strife felt his clothing shifting, rearranging and softening. The bastard had changed his outfit for a navy blue silk shift that was very short. His legs and feet were bare. Adonis fingered the silver bangle and his smirk grew cruel, “What is this, my little Strife? Who put a leash on you little one? I hope I’m not too late to claim you.” Adonis pressed his full body to Strife crushing him to the wall. Strife squirmed and pushed back but couldn’t hope to budge the other god while hobbled.

The larger male pressed his lips to Strife’s and was rewarded with a scream. Adonis plundered his mouth letting his tongue dominate the weaker god. He ground his hips into Strife. He pulled back, clamping both hands on Strife’s silk clad arms, “Let’s take this to my place. I can finish up with Cupid later.”

Strife struggled and shouted hoping one of Ares’ priests might hear him and interfere or call his Unc back from the battle field in Athens. His campaign to do his sister’s dirty work was turning out well apparently. Strife would be glad if it didn’t mean he had been left with a horny egomaniac god that wanted to shove…things…inside him.

He screamed as loud as he could when he felt power enveloping him. Adonis pressed his mouth over Strife’s to stifle the screams. Then they vanished, and appeared three feet from where they had been. Adonis looked confused, and angry. Strife tried to knee him in the groin. He knew from experience that that hurt even if you were a god. Adonis blocked his attempt and backhanded him. Strife was dazed, blood dripped from his nose and mouth.

“See what you did, I messed up your pretty face,” Adonis tutted. He produced a silk scarf and began to wipe the blood away. Then he grabbed Strife’s arms, “Since we cannot transport away we can have a pleasant walk to my temple.”

Strife dragged his feet and yanked on his arm, but he might as well have been a reed trying to hold back a charging elephant. There was no hope. Strife went limp and let himself be dragged. He wasn’t going to give the other god the satisfaction of parading him around like a pet. The bonus of the stupid silk shift getting torn and dirty gave him at least an inkling of satisfaction.

Then they stopped just at the entrance of the temple, Strife sitting on his butt with his arm in a firm, bruising, grip. Adonis was tugging his arm but they weren’t budging. Strife felt his shoulder straining, nearly being dislocated.

Strife started to giggle; his Uncle must have spelled the bracelet to keep him inside. Strife had never been so glad to be grounded. Adonis’s face turned red with anger. Strife looked at him and burst out in cackles. Adonis Reached back to slap him again and Strife cringed, closing his eyes.

The strike never came, but Strife felt someone powerful and angry standing over him. He looked up expecting his uncle. It was Cupid above him, holding Adonis’ wrist, crushing it. Adonis screamed as the bones cracked. Cupid’s other hand grabbed his neck and squeezed. Adonis let go of Strife’s arm so his free hand could claw at Cupid’s. He was lifted in the air by Cupid’s one hand and bodily thrown out the door. Suddenly the god of love was every bit his father’s son.

Cupid had had a bad feeling the second he and his son flashed out of the temple. It nagged him in the back of his mind as he and his mother talked about the potential pairing in Beroea, between this Polydamna and the sculptor…that idiot Adonis hadn’t even given him a name…well he was an idiot too because he forgot to ask.

His eagerness to make a potential match had overridden his commonsense, in more than that. He hoped Adonis wouldn’t bother Strife while he was gone. He’d sensed the attraction and as discrete as his step-brother thought he was being he had been ogling Strife. He knew why his mother adopted the moron, but he often wished she had left him with that tree…let the boar eat him, but as she had said he was too beautiful to perish. What if his mother had been turned into a myrrh tree out of spite? Should a babe be punished for his parents’ mistakes? She had said it but Aphrodite was blinded by Adonis’ looks like everyone else. Underneath those golden looks lay a petty selfish jerk.

“Listen mom, Watch bliss for a while and I’ll get back with you about that match in Beroea. ‘Kay?”

“Sure thing Cupie,” Aphrodite smiled holding the godling on her hip and nuzzling his cute little cheek, “Me and Heph will take him on a nice picnic tonight…Want us to take him for the night?” She wagged her eyebrows and grinned, “And how is Strife by the way?” Her tone was suggestive of things he’d rather not discuss with his mother even if she was the goddess in charge of love and lust. You could fool some people about things of this nature but not her.

“Strife’s fine, but I think I need to get back I left him alone with Adonis,” He couldn’t help the edge in his voice and she raised her brow knowingly.

“Well don’t let me keep you! That horn dog’s sniffing at your bone as we speak,” She warned and Cupid flashed back to find Adonis trying to drag Strife out of his father’s temple and even worse about to strike the weaker god. He was seeing red but his eyes were the brightest green anyone would see until mortals started producing artificially created colors.

Adonis was rubbing his throat. He slowly picked himself up off the ground in front of Ares’ temple. The god of beauty’s eyes widened as he watched a ball of fire forming in Cupid’s hand. His eyes were glowing and his skin started scaling over and going green.

“Run!” He said with guttural animalistic snarl. Adonis transported himself to safety. Cupid looked down at the terrified god lying at his feet and his eyes softened. The transformation reversed itself. He knelt down to pick up Strife and carried him inside the Temple.

Cupid’s hand rested on Strife’s cheek and the god flinched. There was a hand print there. Cupid growled while caressing the mark. He took Strife to his rooms and laid him on his bed. He looked at the thin silk shift. It barely covered Strife. Cupid’s vibrant green eyes dilated as he climbed on the bed and straddled his cousin. He leaned over the other god, “Mine, mine, mine-mine-mine-mine, all mine. Not His!” He lay on his smaller cousin and started rooting his nose against Strife’s neck like a big cat. He was purring too.

“Ah Cupes?” Strife squeaked like a little mouse, “Yah wanna get offa me?”

“NO!” He snarled and his eyes were glowing again, “He almost took what’s mine!” Cupid licked his neck and Strife moaned helplessly as his cock stirred to life. Strife’s breath hitched when he felt a bulge rubbing against his stirring erection. Cupid was hard and big!

“Cupes yah need tah stop!” Strife pushed up, “Yah need to stop thinkin’ with yah dick and look at me.”

“I need you Erin,” Cupid bucked again, “I don’t just want you I need you. I love you Erin.”

“Ya can’t love me,” Strife said, “Ah ain’t…Ah’m not Erin. Erin is DEAD, Cupid!”

Cupid stilled. His body slackened, and Strife pushed out from under him. It took some wriggling and tugging to get out, Cupid was heavy.

Cupid looked at Strife for what seemed like the first time. The pale god was shaking and breathing hard. He slid off the bed and hugged himself turning away. The shift slipped off one of his shoulders and Cupid had to bite his cheek to keep his mouth shut.

“Erin was ah stupid little boy, an’ stupid boys get punished. Stupid boys don’t get tah love, and they don’t get tah be happy. They don’t get to be anything, but trash.” Strife was rocking himself. Cupid got out of the bed and reached for him. Strife batted his hand away, “DON’T! Don’t touch me Cupes Ah’m tainted. Yah don’t wanna be near me Ah’m meant fah misery. ‘M mischief, Ah cause problems Ah don’t solve ‘em. ‘M Strife, strife doesn’t love. Can’t be loved…”

“That’s so not true Strife. I do, I love you! I want to be near you and not all mischief causes misery, some mischief leads to happiness,” Cupid slowly tentatively reached for the other god. He rested his hand on Strife’s shoulder. Strife flinched and tried to pull away but Cupid grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere until you understand that I care about you.”

Strife shook in his arms and gasped. He felt a hand pressing into his head and his nose buried into Cupid’s shoulder. He drew in a shaky breath. Cupid slowly walked him back to the bed. He pulled Strife onto his lap. Strife felt so tired that he just melted against Cupid. Strife hid his face in the other god’s neck. If Cupid saw any suspicious dew around his eyes he never mentioned it.

Jett was fast and agile on his own but with that black steed he had ‘borrowed’ he was making excellent time. The horse’s rider didn’t need the fine stallion any longer. Who could picture a headless rider? He chucked to himself. He snapped the reigns and leaned in. Word traveled surprisingly fast across the country and the latest gossip had the famous and infamous band heading toward the southern coast. He could start there and work his way along the shoreline.

He just hoped his little brother wasn’t traveling with them. He did at times. Normally Jett would be glad his brother had managed to get the protection of someone like Xena or Hercules, but right now he would rather not face his brother on the other side of a battle. He didn’t mind the thought of killing the others but not his baby brother.

He’d hurt Joxer enough in their youth. Jett may not have a conscious any longer but he loved his brothers. He had let his father do terrible things to Joxer; in his young mind it was what was best for the weaker sibling. He had to be tough to survive, but then the last time he had seen his father. He had beaten Joxer near to death. He…he hated himself for the disgust he felt toward the boy. Joxer had taken the beating and though there was fear and pain in his eyes there was still such a well of love there.

Jett hadn’t felt love for their father for a long time not since he was just out of diapers. He had respected him, tartarus he worshiped his father at one point, but he didn’t love the man. Worship died off as he grew and realized his father was not so great as he had once seemed. When he bested his father in a fight and the man angrily tried to slap him. He retaliated painfully. Had the man not realized his son had surpassed him?

So the man had taken his frustration out on Joxer who was weaker and rather pathetic. He hid behind the excuse that Joxer wasn’t good enough but it was his own failings that drove the man to lash out at the smallest, weakest and most vulnerable of his children. Yes they were triplets and one might even say identical but Joxer was the runt, and he had paid dearly for the offence of being weak.

Jett cleared his mind. The past was the past, and the future was yet to come. He was in the now. He rode the fine horse south. If he saw Joxer he would deal with it. If Joxer was there he could take dear baby brother with him and keep him safe. Maybe convinced him that it had been for the best. If he was lucky he’d catch the King of Thieves alone instead. He could remove his head and his balls and be back to his employer within a month.

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