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The Amazon Gift	By : iamvirgo Category: G through L > Hercules Views: 2777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hercules, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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*Looks sheepish* Hi again. Wow, I haven�t updated since August, it�s pathetic. My laptop charger broke (It lasted me under a year) and I haven�t been able to update. I am using our old main computer (10 years old) so this chapter is VERY long, as an apology.

Pairing: Hercules/Iolaus at the start. Could end up either Herc/Iolaus or Ares/Iolaus.

Disclaimer: I do not own Hercules: TLJ.

Rating: NC-17.

Beta: Myself.

Warnings: Mpreg, Violence, Slash, Gore, and Lemon in the chapter.

Timeline: Takes place after 'Old Ares had a farm' in Xenaverse. Also Takes place 'Full Circle' in Hercules.

Really big A/N: I have just realised I have made a big timeline plot hole. 'Old Ares had a farm' was set 25 years later in the Xenaverse world. Lets pretend Ares gave up his godhood 25 years earlier to protect baby Eve, who will be in this fic. Chap 2 and 3 have now been edited to involve Eve. It�s not worth looking up though. I have only edited the chapter on my livejournel, as editing on these sites can be torture. I have also changed the days it takes to reach the Amazon village. I was recently looking at a map of ancient Greece and I noticed it would take longer to get to the point where I wanted the village situated. The distance from Corinth, that is.
If you wanna check the tiny edited chapters up, my livejournal account is www.Ruanm.livejournal.com
If you are gonna make a Hercules fic with a lot of adventure and travelling, use this fantastic ancient Greece map. I use it. http://www.xena.nu/greecestates.html#MAP
A/N: I found out that the Amazon Queens name is actually Marga, not Margo, as I called her in the previous chapter. I was close enough though for not checking it.
"Talking" �Thinking�

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Gabrielle threw herself down onto the dusty, grass covered ground with a blissful moan. She reached for her boots and gently eased the brown skin instruments of pain off and threw them to the side as if they carried the plague. She started massaging her tender, blistered feet.
It was once again night time in the country of Greece and Apollo had drawn away the sun along with his golden carriage. The two women were starting to set up camp for the night; Gabrielle had been looking foreword to this part like a child waiting for Yule. Xena and Gabrielle had been traveling non-stop through central Greece trying to reach Marga�s Amazon village in good time. That actually meant making a ten-day journey north, and Xena was intent on trying to make it there in half the time, which meant forgoing sleep and taking breaks that were barely long enough to catch your breath.
It was now the fourth full day into the quest and the golden poetess had somehow managed to persuade her onyx haired warrior friend to rest just for tonight in a small and �Praise all the gods� unused campsite; well persuade as in whine, grouch and sing in an off pitched voice for two days strait. But, Xena had finally given in, just like always.
"The area looks safe enough but I will scout the perimeter just in case." Xena said. "I haven�t heard any word of danger around these parts recently but it never hurts to be cautious. I will take the first watch and wake you up in a few hours."
Gabrielle was barely listening as she unfolded her sleeping furs and snuggled herself deep into the soft tresses of the thick comforter and eased her eyes closed. It took less than two minutes for snort snores to begin emitting from the poor wrecked woman. Xena felt slightly ashamed with herself while she had watched her partners clumsy, zombie like manoeuvres at grabbing her sleeping roll, laying it down, dropping like the dead onto it and finally watching her eyes drift shut and the gentle rhythmic breath start to increase.
After deciding her partner was in no immediate danger, Xena left the boundary of the camp and started to wonder around the surrounding wilderness on the lookout for any threat that could come their way. A few meters away from the camp Xena braced her back against the bark of a tall moss covered oak tree and released a sharp puff of air. �Poor Gabrielle, I have been acting like a slave driver to her for the past four days. She was almost comatose on her feet. I have been selfish to think-�

"Why have you been selfish?" Interrupted a compassionate disembodied voice.
Xena swiftly became alert and her right hand went to the chakram, when a fountain of blossom and cerulean coloured glitter announced the arrival of Aphrodite. Xena rolled her eyes and let her guard down. �Figures, I knew one would interfere at some point.�

Aphrodite was wearing garments of ruby coloured panties amidst a blush coloured opened babydoll with violet and teal butterflies stitched above the left breast. Nested gently upon her curly golden locks sat a small pink diamond headdress that cascaded down to the bottom of her neck. Her expression held no longer held its minx like smile.
Her once fair face no longer held any more of its former glory. She stood in the same spot looking like she didn�t know what to do with herself. She kept knawing on her bottom lip, as her eyes seemed to glance everywhere but at Xena.
Xena grew tired of the hefty silence and decided to break the ice. After rolling her eyes for the second time she inquired what was wrong with the love goddess.
It seemed to take the pink clad divinity a decade for her to finally let out a puff of air she was holding (she didn�t even need to breath) and finally dragged her azure eyes up to meet Xena�s cobalt ones.
"It�s all my fault."
Xena didn�t know exactly what the love goddess mean by just the four syllable sentence that Aphrodite had managed to choke out between gasps and sobs, but her mind managed to generate the worst possible outcome.
"They�re dead." She said simply, devoid of all emotion.
Aphrodite�s head sprung up and she immediately began to furiously shake her head.
"No! At lease I don�t think so." She squeaked.
"Oh, I get it now." Xena had forgotten about Aphrodite�s occasional habit of being a drama queen. But, of course she would try to make a bad situation about her. Xena decided to humour her for the moment
"Whats all your fault then?"
Aphrodite�s gloomy expression suddenly turned livid. "I just read what you were thinking." She spat like venom. "The spoiled brat is trying to make it all about herself." She started furiously pacing in the damp earth not caring that her pink velvet pumps became sodden with dust and earth, she was also dramatically waving her hands in a prima donna fashion. "As a matter of fact it is all my fault. Oh, why do I have to be so sensitive to other peoples emotions?" Xena mentally scoffed at the last bit.
"Can you please get to the point?" Xena asked getting irritated by the others unpredictable emotions.
"Two words. Hera." Dite said while holding up her index and middle finger.
"Lets me venture a guess. You went to Hera pleading for her advise about what to do with poor Hercules being lonely, but you didn�t know that Hercules and Iolaus are actually deeply in love. But you, being your selfish self decided it was Hercules� time to move on and find a new wife and have more children, ignoring the fact that Hercules doesn�t want another wife after what happened to Deianeira, Aeson, Klonus, Ilea and Serena. Now, Hera has taken advantage of the information you have blabbed at her and now she has renowned to her old ways and has a new improved plan on how to kill a half god that is till under Zeus� protection. Am I right?"
"That�s quite a breathful, but yea, you�re totally right. I just thought Herc was venting some pent up steam on curly, I mean who wouldn�t?
Xena cocked an eyebrow.
"Oh yea I forgot you two have �history�. But, I should�ve left Herc alone. Now him and curly have disappeared off all the gods radar. They aren�t dead because Uncle Hades would have reported if they�re souls showed up down there." She motioned her head downwards.
"Don�t blame yourself any more Aphrodite, its all Hera�s fault. Go back to your temple and relax-"
"Relax? I have a mud fight scheduled in Messene with Eris in half and hour. It keeps our worshippers worshipping and our pores clean. And have you seen Eris� face recently? Ugh grody, she needs it. Well thanks Xena, I feel a million times better now. Toddles." After twiddling her fingers Aphrodite disappeared in an exuberant flash of all colours pink.
"Xena?"
The named woman turned around and sighed. �How many times have I sighed in the last month?� The golden haired bard was clinging onto the tree Xena was resting against before; she was clutching it for dear life with her left hand. She was waving unsteadily on her now semi bent legs and her eyes looked dull and heavy, like she had weights forged by Hephaestus attached to her lids.
"Who talking to?" Her voice was fuzzy, like she was one ale short of passing out.
Xena walked over to her friend and heaved her friend over her right shoulder. As soon as Gabrielle�s head hit her back she heared snoring. Xena went back to the campsite and gently eased Gabrielle back onto her bed. She then unpacked her own and laid down close to the others and relaxed looking up at the glittering stars holding her hands behind her head.
While still alert for danger, Xena started pondering many subjects. The downfall of the mighty Hercules, her and Gabrielle�s future, Eve, her mother, her own existence and purpose, even Callisto and Alti popped in a few times; all these times circulated in her head so much she didn�t even realise as she gradually fell into a much needed sleep herself.
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Iphicles gently nudged his steed in its side and the tame beast trudged onwards through the rocky and uneven wilderness at its master�s command. Behind the king of Corinth fell in line the chaperone of ten arms loyal soldiers and attendants on horseback. They trotted in a long line, kicking up dirt and loose stones as they went.
Iphicles never had any patience when it came to family members in peril. When Xena had told him two weeks before to leave the burden of finding them to her and for him to stay in Corinth, he knew he would never comply. Especially when Jason had shown up two days later and just when he was about to go looking for them Jason had begged Iphicles if he could come along. The king knew that he could never say no to the ex king, so he ordered another horse to be prepared for Jason.

�It has been one week and five days, and still have not come across any clues. I will never give up on my brother, even if I spend the rest of my days searching through all of Greece, no, the world; I will find my brother. I will find his body, be it dead or alive I will bring him home.�

Jason, who was riding his steed a few paces behind Iphicles glanced worriedly over at the man acting king. Well, the shadow of what the man used to be. Iphicles� skin had now become dull and clammy from lack of nourishment and his eyes always appeared in a clouded state, like they were drowning in a river of thoughts. He had cast away his need for food and sleep. Whenever he did eat it was always after Jason lectured him, which Jason felt he was doing constantly now.
All strength in his arms had gone. This was conformed when the company was attacked a few days prior by a pack of ravenous looking wolves. The king had been saved by one of his guards just in time as Iphicles was laying on his back with the pack leader on his chest, about to feast into the mans flesh. He had tried to push the large heavy animal of him with no success. An arrow, sent by one of his guards, had saved his life by piercing the silver furred covered skin in its neck and severing its jugular. The foul breathed beast had slumped onto the mans armour covered chest and spilled its life force; bathing Iphicles� face and royal silver cuirass in a river of ruby coloured liquid.
The king didn�t even register the blood on him until he felt a damp cloth wiping his face. Iphicles had looked up to Jason�s pale face fixated with worry.
Since then Jason had taken up the role of mother hen to Iphicles. He had also taken over the duty of commanding the following guards, which so far had no problem taking orders from him.
Jason held his hand over his eyes and glanced at the deciding sun and mentally judged how long it would take for darkness to hit the land. He estimated half an hour. Just enough time to set up camp.
"Iphicles!" He called out.
The imperial man didn�t even waver on his saddle; but continued to guide his horse to a non-existent destination. Jason would have been surprised if the man had turned around the first time he called his name.
"Iphicles!" Jason tried again, louder this time. Nothing. The regent was still perched boneless-like on the chestnut hued stallions� rump.
Jason gently nudged his charcoal steed in the flank to trot alongside the silent king. He reached over and softly placed a steady callused hand on Iphicles� shoulder. The sudden contact made Iphicles jump and he turned his dazed eyes towards the slightly older man.
"Yes, Jason?" He asked, trying to steady his voice.
"It�s getting dark. I think its best we make camp for tonight and get some rest"
"I guess your right." Iphicles turned and motioned one of his guards to come over. "Find a suitable camp for the night."
"Yes my king" The guard attired in the regiments of Corinth walked foreword into the coming night.
Iphicles sighed and looked away from his companion in shame. "I must apologise Jason. I have not been acting very mature or king like during the last week."
Even though he was looking at him, Jason offered him a sympathetic smile and said, "There�s no need. Hercules is your brother and Iolaus your friend. Even a king can act out sometimes."
"No. Mother would have been disappointed in me. I should be strong like the Argo in heavy seas, but no, I crumble like a boy who has just left the comfort of his mother�s arms and is heading out to his first battle. I am a-"
"Stop this foolish talk! No one is expecting you to be the pillar in this situation" Iphicles went to protest but Jason ignored him and continued "If caring for a friend and brother makes you weak, then that makes you mortal."
Iphicles silently nodded, but then a thought entered his mind. "Jason? What I don�t understand is how the gods or Zeus himself can just lay back and do nothing."
"We shouldn�t question the gods, I�m sure they have their reasons for not bothering to help."
The sound of snapping twigs and footsteps made the men look up to see the guard returning. He saluted his king again. "Your majesty, I have found an unoccupied camp-site. There is a pit-fire and looks unused for some time, maybe a few weeks. There is no sign of human tracks only animal leading away from it north bound. We have also had no rainfall to wash away any evidence."
"There are no tracks? Then I want a full investigation of the perimeter. In the mean time, I want the attendants to ready the camp and prepare the evening meal."
The guard saluted a third time and went over to the group of six guards and four attendants to give them their orders.
Jason smiled to himself and said out loud. "Its almost ironic. By leaving no tracks it�s almost like they have left a trail for us."
Iphicles nodded in response. He was realising they could be getting closer to freeing his brother. The news had lit aflame a new beacon of hope inside him. Almost called his general back to order the group to carry on. He almost did, but the weariness in his body told him he should rest for the night to gather his strength. You never know what danger might try to hinder their rescue mission.
Upon the argonaut and king arriving at the encampment it was bustling with activity. Bedrolls had already been lain out, waiting for their owners to occupy them. The surrounding trees had lit torches nailed into them and were blanketing the camp in a warm welcoming glow. The hearth in the centre had been dug out and the king was happy to see the kindling happily crackling away. An attendant wearing a navy linen shirt and brown leather britches was feeding it every so often. Two other servants� dressed the same were setting up a cast iron campfire tripod. The camp was filled with happy chatter and relaxing weary guards. It almost felt like home away from home.
"Ah." Jason sighed happily after dismounting his horse and stretching his legs. He gave the horse�s reigns to a waiting servant with a smile. "Take good care of her. We have been travelling for two days strait and I didn�t have any problems with her." After petting her raven main, Jason turned and cracked his back. Satisfied with his back he settled down onto the dry earth close to the fire. He sat cross-legged and reached out his hands to snatch some of the warmth. He nodded in acknowledgement as Iphicles sat down next to him holding his travel bag. He opened the flap and took out some parchment; Iphicles unfolded a small map of Greece and located their position.
"We are here Jason." He pointed to a spot on the map. "Just north of Calydon. We must continue north. We have searched everywhere except the highlands of Macedonia, Epirus, Thrase and Thessaly. We shall travel to Thessaly first."
They fell into a heavy silence. Jason inspected the way-worn ruler�s face. His young features seemed to be replaced with that of an older mans. Wrinkles could be seen beginning to set around his mouth and eyes. Small flecks of grey were staring to cover his chestnut hair. Iphicles had faced many problems and grieves. The feel of rejection of his mother, Rena�s death, the pressure of being king, war, and now this. It was all staring to take its toll on the man.
He placed one hand on Iphicles� crossed knee and smiled comfortly at the man.
"Here you are my majesty and lord."
The men both looked up to see one of the attendants holding out two wooden bowls of steaming stew. They took the offered food with thanks and began to eat silently. Iphicles looked at his in distaste, he didn�t feel hungry, but from what Jason keeps saying, it is foolish to skip a meal.
Gradually the camp quietened down as watchmen took their posts and others retired to their bedrolls. Soon the only sound was the crackling of the fire and the snore of the men. Iphicles lay on his back gazing up at the heavens. He could hear the guards on watch duty shuffle around as they walked from post to post.
The king knew he would have trouble finding sleep that night. The hours droned on and Iphicles conceited defeat and silently untangled himself from his temporary bed. He stood up, stretched. It was chilly so put on his black leather jerkin. He crept towards the border of the camp; he nodded in silent greeting to a guard along the way. He stood leaning against the rough; moss covered tree looking onwards into the encased darkness surrounding their temporary settlement.
Iphicles moved to step further but his boot kicked something. He instinctively looked down to see the shape of a rope. He reached down and picked up the brownish cord. It was covered in dried bits of grass. "This must one of their bindings." His fingers traced the bristly strands of the rope. "It looks snapped. It must�ve been Hercules. He probably had to scratch his nose." He attempted cheering himself up. "Where ever they are, I just hope they are alive and healthy."

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Iolaus was hot, and it had nothing to do with the open skies allowing thick air tainted with the summer�s high noon heat. This fervour was a smouldering warmth that was coming from his inner depths and was relentlessly coursing its way through his body wildfire.
But, it wasn�t a fiery sensation of pain he was feeling; it was the complete opposite. Pleasure was trailing its way all over his torso, from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. But, the most intense was centred on his groin.
Iolaus was lying on the bunk in Hercules� hut writhing in a state of frustrated bliss.
He had entered the tiny hut �An hour, maybe two� hours ago. All of the hunters senses had went into overload the moment the flap closed. He could smell, feel and taste Hercules� presence and scent encasing him. He had suddenly become ensorcelled in an overpowering state of desire.
Iolaus had long since striped of all his clothing and was lying bare with his knees raised upwards. His eyes were closed tightly; his breath came out in short gasps as he shook his head feverishly from side to side.
But, no matter how many times the golden hunter tried to bring on his realise by hand his erection never sub-sided. His body was covered in a fine sheen of glistening sweat.
Iolaus gripped the side of the demi-gods pillow and pulled it to his nose. The muscular scent of Hercules flowed into his body. He once again reached for his straining cock and started pumping the organ. He put two fingers into his mouth and slicked up the digits. He took his fingers out of his mouth and reached down to place them between his open legs. Another loud groan was released, for some reason once again there was a tinge of pain when he pushed the fingers inside himself. He moved them gently around, trying to seek out his sweet spot, but like the last time he did this, he just couldn�t find it.
Meanwhile, he hadn�t stopped his ministrations on his hard cock. He placed his index finger at the base and trailed it up the vein underneath. When he reached the tip he kept rubbing the slit which was already slicked with precome.
The desperate man decided to abandon the search for his prostate and took out his fingers. Once again he felt a little twist of pain as the fingers came free from his body. He lightly skimmed them up his body and stopped to pinch his erect nipple. Jolt of pleasure zapped strait to his core. No matter what Iolaus did to his body, he just couldn�t appease it. It continually held his much needed release captive.
Iolaus released a growl of frustration, let go of his member and tightly clenched his fist. He put all his frustration into it and slammed it into the wall.

�What is wrong with me? What did that bitch give me?�

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Hercules grinned to himself. For once he was in a good mood. Which meant he was more than happy to help when one of the women asked for help harvesting her crops. He couldn�t help feeling today was gonna be a good day. So for the last hour he was helping a woman who seemed to not even know the meaning of the word �harvest�.
He had once again forgone his shirts due to the suns strong rays hitting his back. He had left them in his hut, much to the residents� glee and had been going around without them all day. Presently, the large man was on all fours leaning over to dig and scoop out the pocket potatoes hidden under the moist humid soil of the five by five-foot vegetable patch.

�I should call you down here and kick your golden ass Apollo.�

"You know" started the Amazon who had been preoccupied until now staring at the mans bum in a silent, but not so secret manner. "I just really don�t know how I did all this work by myself before you came along."

Hercules placed the legumes he was picking into the small wicker basket beside him. He turned his gaze upwards to look a the woman that addressed him. She was attractive. In her mid twenties and was tall, blue eyes and had amber curls reaching just passed her shoulder blades. She was dressed in what looked like a maroon linen doublet and mini skirt. An assortment of beads and jewellery decorated her body and clothes. Her feet were bare. To Hercules she looked like a toned down, gone wild version of Aphrodite.

She walked over to stand by the crouching man and reached down to place a soft hand on Hercules� tanned muscular shoulder. But Hercules gently shook it off and stood up holding the now full basket. He passed it to her.
"I�m flattered Alexis, but I�m not interested in you that way." He said with false sympathy. She had been shamelessly flirting when him since he got there. She was constantly flicking and playing with her hair, winking at him, adjusting her multicolour bead girdle and talking in a breathless, soft voice. The worst one was when one of the straps on her doublet �accidentally� popped and she flashed him her breasts. Hercules could tell she wasn�t embarrassed, it took about ten minutes to fix them. He wasn�t interested in her, but how do you tell a trained amazon killer it�s mostly because you look like your sister?
Alexis� flirtatious smile still didn�t leave her face. "I am so sorry. Please let me make it up to you for embarrassing you. Allow me the pleasure of cooking your evening meal."
"WHAT?"
Alexis� eyes widened in shock and she gasped. She turned around and did a sharp intake of breath. She started to tremble, causing the basket to drop and its contents to be strewn around. Her voice quivered as she spoke "Queen Valasca!" She dropped to her knees and bowed. "I was unaware of your presence."
"Don�t fret my dear." Valasca placed her hands on Alexis� shoulders and guided her into a standing position. She managed to gather the will to hide her disgusted thoughts behind a façade of envy "I was seeking Hercules out to offer him to dine with me tonight. When I heared your proposal, I merely became jealous." Valasca knew rightly Hercules would decline both the offers, and that is what she was hoping for. Earlier on, while on her way to the temple she had spotted Iolaus going Hercules� hut. She had had Anazilea follow the demi-god around the past few days. If Hercules suspected anything, all of Hera�s plans would be foiled; and Valasca would get all the blame.
Hercules smiled gently and said, "I�m sorry. Thanks for the offers but I have some dried pork in my hut I want to finish off."
"You know you are always welcome to dine with me and Kratos, Hercules." Valasca walked up to Hercules. She smiled seductively and trailed her fingertips along the mans tanned damp bicep. "Good day. Oh and Alexis?"
The woman had been looking at the ground in shame the whole time. When she heared her name she snapped it up to look at her queen. "Yes?"
"I wish to have a meeting with you later. Later on, after sun down, ok?" Valasca left for the direction of the temple, humming gently as she went.
When she was out of sight Hercules watched as Alexis wondered around picking up the strewn vegetables with quivering arms and legs. Hercules could understand her mouse like actions, Valasca let off a dark aura whenever she was around, but strangely, he had yet to see her angry. She was always smiling and constantly spoke in a collected, calm and somewhat innocent tone. But, if she was such a kind ruler then why did Alexis go white as a priestesses toga when she knew Valasca was behind her? And why now is she shaking like a herd of giants are coming her way? Hercules bent down and picked up a large red chicory that had landed just beside his boot. Alexis was so deep in thought that she again squeaked and jumped when she felt the large mans hand land on her shoulder. She managed not to drop the basket this time though.
Alexis turned to look at Hercules with wide frightened eyes; she saw the corncob like vegetable in his hand. Hercules smiled at her as he handed it over which she took with mumbled thanks. Hercules became worried about her. "Why are you afraid of Valasca?" he asked simply.
Alexis drew the basket to her chest and looked away. "I�m not afraid of her. Valasca is an excellent queen." She glanced around for prying ears. They were alone "Come here tonight at mid-night. There is something you must know." She then turned to go back into her hut. Hercules caught her arm.
"Tell me now. What is going on?" He demanded.
"Not now, later." He let go off the blonde haired girl�s arm as she scampered into her hut.

�What is going on here? I know there was something, just what?" Hercules let out a sigh as he turned for the direction of his hut. He didn�t feel in the mood to help any more people today. He had woken up at sunrise and immediately started helping with various jobs. That was over seven hours ago.
Hercules walked along the worn dried mud pathway towards his hut, once again anyone that met him, either sitting on benches outside their huts or tending their vegetable patch greeted him with smiles and waves. He would greet them back, but would also be silently pleading for them not to ask for help.
The sun had reached its peak for the day and Hercules was glad he was glad to take a break. He slowly walked the longer path back, towards the direction of the well. The well had the popular circle shape. Carved limestone bricks that were placed in a circle, but were now tinged with green from scum and moss. Two oak planks, which look recently replaced were set on opposite sides to each other. A thick bar of wood connected the two. It had a rope in the middle wound it. A small damp covered wooden bucket sat resting on the side. Hercules threw the bucket into the dark deep well. He folded his arms and placed them on the small wall. He starred down into that small murky abyss.

�How many innocent people have died since I have been here? How many helpless villages have been burned down? How many desperate villagers have gone looking for me for help in despair? I don�t care if Iolaus is not himself, we are going back to Corinth, right NOW.�

Abandoning the bucket in the well, Hercules walked away with a determined face. He made his way towards the �royal� hut in a steady pace. He had a plan. Go to the hut, throw Iolaus over his shoulder, willing or not and walk out and if anyone tried to stop them, they would feel the true wraith of his strength. He liked the plan; it was simple. Upon reaching it he threw the flaps open and marched strait in.
"Good afternoon Mr. Hercules."
Hercules looked around the luxurious hut only to see it was devoid of both Valasca and Iolaus. But beside the fire was little Iantha. She looked like she was dicing up some kind of meat on a wooden board with a carving dagger. Hercules looked to see her baby blue eyes trained on him.
"Are you well Mr. Hercules?" She smiled. Hercules had seen her a few times over the past few days, but each time she look worn, tired and depressed. Now she was glowing with cheerfulness. Hercules smiled back at her and automatically put on his voice reserved for children, or Iolaus in a bad mood.
"Please just call me Hercules. I am well, thank you. Where is Valasca or Kratos?"
"Queen Valasca is at the temple and I haven�t seen Iolaus since this morning. He should get back soon though, I�m making his lunch."
"Alright, thank you." Hercules turned to leave.
"Wait Mr. Herc�I mean Hercules!" Iantha called out timidly.
"Yes Iantha?"
"Iolaus said something to me a long time ago that�s been bothering me. Can I ask you?" She said while scratching her hair and keeping her eyes pointed to the ground.

�Oh no, what has Iolaus been poisoning her mind with?� "Sure Iantha, ask away."
"Iolaus said that he was normal tallness for a man, but you are very tall. Is Iolaus lying? I would want to see men if they are all like Iolaus."
"And what if they were all like me?"
"I think I�d be scared." She looked up at his with a blush and giggled.
Hercules sighed and smiled, he walked over to the large fur covered bed and sat down. He patted the bed next to him and Iantha jumped strait up. Her eyes were locked on Hercules as he begun to tell her about the outside world, only the good things though.
"You see Iantha. Some people have amazing gifts. Iolaus� is to stretch the truth. Here is what it�s really like."
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Hercules left the hut around half an hour later and started towards his hut. He really now needed rest after talking to Iantha. It reminded of old times when he used to sit around the roaring fire in the house on his old farm. Ilea, Klonus and Aeson would all be somehow sitting comfortably on his lap and he would tell them stories of adventures; some true, others toned down for children�s ears. He could picture it now. The sound of children�s laughter and his own voice would fill the air. Toys and furniture scattered everywhere, a real home. He would look to the side only to see Deianeira holding lightly onto the doorframe, dressed in her favourite white gown with the beaded strap, her wavy chocolate hair cascading down her shoulders, she was smiling back at him and laughing. She would sit next to him and take Ilea into her own lap and they would talk, laugh and play until late in the night.
Hercules always felt he took his family for granted; he just assumed they would always be there. �I was selfish, but I was the only one who the people could turn to for help. I always knew I could never have a real family and be happy, I just choose to ignore that fact, and look what happened. No, I am happy, I have Iolaus, but look whats happening to us now. It�s been a month since I touched him. A fight in his hut doesn�t count.�

When Hercules� mind trailed back to the present he was standing beside his hut. He placed one hand on the dried straw wall and leaned heavily on it. He pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index finger. He could feel the makings of a splitting headache coming on.
*BANG*
Hercules gasped in shock and jumped back as the sound came right in front of him. More precisely, on the other side of the wall. Somebody was in his hut. He gently pressed his ear against the cold fresh smelling herbage. He couldn�t hear anything. Hercules decided to investigate. He silently crept his way towards the entrance along the edge of the wall. �Its probably one of the women looking for something. Yea Hercules, on your bed.� There had been a number of occasions where he had come back after a hard days labour only to find a woman, sometimes two and on one occasion three laying on his bed dressed in very little clothes. He never took them up on their offer, and they always left in a huff.
Hercules stood in front of the entrance flap holding the hem of it, ready to swiftly lift it up. He searched around for a weapon; there was a heavy looking stick near the door. He picked it up and tested it strength. The reason he was being cautious was because one time he was awoken one night with a wild boar in his little home. The smelly beast was rummaging with his snout at the burned out hearth for scraps that fell into it. It had broken out of the farm enclosure near his hut.
Hercules held the club like stick in his hand to a ready stance; he lifted the flap and charged in, only to stop wide-eyed at the sight in front of him. Iolaus was lying bare on his bed. One leg was flat while the other raised at the knee. Iolaus� golden mop was messy and some was sticking to his forehead, his hands were fisting those locks in what looked like frustration. His bed furs were strewn on the floors and were crumpled at the bottom of his bed. Iolaus� prominent erection was jutting up and quivering in desire, and his eyes were squeezed shut while biting his already bleeding lips. Hercules could feel himself grow hard at the sight of his lover displaying himself for him. But, this wasn�t Iolaus; this was some impostor�s mind in Iolaus� body. �Then why is he in YOUR bed idiot?�
Hercules managed to find his voice. "Iolaus?" Well it actually came out as more of a gasp.
Iolaus� eyes widened. Without moving his body he turns his head towards the entrance, and the object of his desire. He just stands there, eyes wide and his unclothed chest breathing fast. "Hercules?" �Maybe he�s a dream.� Iolaus forced his muscles into a sitting position and swung his legs over the edge. Using the edge of the bed as a steady brace, he stood up on wobbly legs and awkwardly made his way over to the unmoving man. Standing next to the man Iolaus reached out a hand and touched Hercules� hard chest. "Hey buddy. It is you." Iolaus smiled and reached up to wrap his arms around the man shoulders and promptly crushed his broken lips to Hercules� chapped one. When Hercules felt his partners tongue demanding entrance he had to muster all of his will to release Iolaus off him.
"What is this Io-mppphh" Iolaus was kissing him again. Hercules once again pulled him of him. "No, Iolaus." He held him at arms length. "What is going on?"
Iolaus whined "Please Herc. I�m drugged, naked and I NEED to come. Now!"
"Drugged?"
"Ahh. Just shut up and take your pants off." Iolaus was eyeing that part of his lover�s body intently.
"Always the romantic. But, we can do this later. We have to get out of here."
"No." Iolaus used all of his strength to push his as yet unwilling partner against the wall. He quickly dropped to his knees and started working on the dark woven pants. Even though he�d done this a thousand times before he couldn�t get the damn things open. His fingers kept fumbling over the catches. "Fuck. Help me here man!"

Hercules smiled. Iolaus was being very persistent, and it has been a long time. He gave in and started undoing his pants. Iolaus realised a gasp of excitement and squeaked in delight that he now had a willing partner, but willing or not, Hercules was gonna be inside him. Hercules gasped as his still organ was set free and he stood out of his tight pants. Iolaus stood and once again his arms went around Hercules neck and they feverishly started kissing. Between uncoordinated moves and desperate kisses they eventually landed on the bed. Hercules on top of Iolaus. They moaned as their arousal�s met each other�s.
Hercules began kissing tenderly down Iolaus� neck and shoulder, kissing and nipping, but still taking his time, wanting to savour the moment, but Iolaus had other ideas. He was writhing wantonly underneath his heavy lover. "By the fucking gods. Will you hurry up I have been in this state for a few hours now."
Hercules stopped his ministrations for a moment to look up into his partners misted blue eyes. "It has been over a month since I last touched you like this. I want it to last and not just be a quick�"
"Fuck?"
"In crude terms yes." Hercules mumbled while looking to the side. Iolaus released a puff of laughter. Hercules could be so cute sometimes. There had been many occasions were Iolaus had tried to make his lover talk dirty, but no matter what state he got the man in, Hercules would never give in. It would surprise most people but Hercules was the more sensitive one in their relationship. He always needed hugs to feel needed, kisses to feel cherished and those three conforming words �I love you� and lastly, man does that guy know how to crochet. He can make the warmest, fluffiest, wrap/blankets ever. He even helped Ania make his patched vest. �O.K Iolaus STOP thinking about Ania while doing this with Herc.�

Iolaus had stopped thinking rationally anyway as Hercules had started kissing down his sun kissed damp body again. While trailing his fingertips lightly along his partners� ribs, he gently flicked out to taste Iolaus� dark sensitive nipple. Taking the erect bud between his lips Hercules gently nipped it. "Ugh, Herc." Iolaus arched his back. "Love you�Don�t stop�Mmhh."
Hercules looked up at Iolaus; he loved seeing him this way, begging, flushed and mumbling like a madman. It made him feel powerful. Who cares he can lift heavy boulders? As long as he can get Iolaus into this state of pleasure then he will always feel powerful.
Hercules was finished with his nipple so he slowly made his way lower again, his tongue leading a path until he was faced with Iolaus� rock hard erection. Iolaus was the first man he had ever lain with; down beside that lake where they confessed their love for each other. Iolaus was more than willing to teach him about the pleasures of being with a man. He felt ashamed to say out loud, but it was the best sex he had ever had by far. He felt he had to be gentle with women, but Iolaus, he could cast some of those fears and doubts away.
"Are you gonna stare at it or suck it?" Came Iolaus� annoyed groan. Hercules realised a small laugh. Placing his palms over Iolaus� hipbones he lowered his head to gently start licking the head. He used his tongue to flick the exposed slit and lap up the milky essence that came from it. He could hear Iolaus� encouraging whimpers and sighs of pleasure. Iolaus, who until now had been fisting the bed sheets, ploughed his hands Hercules hair, gripping it and trying to push the mouth further down onto his stiff length.
Hercules got the hint and started to take the organ into his mouth. He groaned and nearly choked when he felt Iolaus push his length further into his mouth by arching his back. He decided to grip Iolaus� hip tighter. Hercules had half of Iolaus erection inside his mouth when he gently started sucking and began to bob his head. Iolaus was screaming in delight by this time, not allowed to hold onto Hercules� hair any more, he seized the yellow cotton sheets again. Hercules had gained a rhythm by this time; he would continually bob his head, every now and then relaxing his gag reflex to let all of Iolaus down this throat. Hercules� own cock was standing full to attention and was becoming slicked with precome and uncomfortable from not being touched.
Letting go of Iolaus� left hip, Hercules reached down with his right hand and grasped the neglected organ. He gasped around Iolaus� shaft as he began to furiously pump it.
"Herc�Stop" Iolaus puffed out between breaths. Hercules didn�t stop; he was lost in his own world of pleasure. Iolaus reluctantly gripped Hercules� head and lifted his off his member. Hercules stopped pleasuring himself for the moment. "What?" He asked in a deep groggy voice.
"Need�you�..inside me, NOW!"
Hercules made his up his partners� slick body until he was face to face with his love. They locked lips instantly and both their tongues met in battle. Iolaus wrapped his arms around Hercules� neck and his legs around his waist. He angled his body so the tip of Hercules� cock was pressed against his anus. He bit his lip and began to put pressure down to take the thick head in when Hercules came back to his senses and moved away from Iolaus. He backed down to the bottom of the bed. He was breathing heavily and he began to rub his face. Iolaus crawled over to him and placed his hand on Hercules� shoulder. They�re gazes met in a fiery struggle.
"Whats wrong Herc?" Hercules couldn�t tell if he sounded concerned or angry.
Hercules looked at Iolaus; his eyes where half closed and his lips were parted. He noticed how stuffy and how thick the air in the room had become. The open canopy in the roof offered no help. He looked back at Iolaus, ashamed with himself. "I almost took you without preparation." Iolaus groaned and hung his head, "Is that it? Herc, you don�t understand how much I need you inside me." Hercules turned towards Iolaus "I need to know one thing before we do this. Did you sleep with Valasca?"
Iolaus looked confused for the moment, but he coped on "No, never. Actually, I don�t think I�ve even jerked off in weeks. Weird for me. What about you?"
Hercules blushed and looked to the side. Iolaus had a cheeky grin on now. "Someone was touching himself last night-"
"Can we just get back to this?"
"Gee Herc, thanks for making it sound like a chore. Anyway, I�m already stretched. I did the honour of that earlier on, twice."
"Ok. But I�m sorta..um..out of the mood." Iolaus looked down to see Hercules� now half-stiff length.
Without any more words being exchanged, Iolaus leaned over and wrapped his mouth around Hercules cock, almost swallowing the whole shaft. Hercules threw his head back and grasped the bedding behind him. Iolaus sucked and gently scraped his teeth along the sensitive flesh bring forth pleas from his mighty lover. When Iolaus tasted the first drops pre-cum appearing he knew Hercules at full hardness again. Iolaus pulled back and wiped his mouth.
Without any more words of protest Iolaus swung his leg over Hercules and positioned himself. Hercules lightly gripped his loves hips and helped Iolaus sink down. As soon as the tip of Hercules had entered him Iolaus whined and shied away from the stiff member.
Breathing heavily, Hercules asked, "Are you ok?"
Iolaus nodded silently and positioned himself again "Yea, I guess it�s just been a while. I have to work through it, you know?"
Iolaus mentally prepared for the pain again as he began to press down again onto the spit slicked organ. But each inch he took in led to more pain. As soon as the full length was inside him, Iolaus relaxed and laid his head down on Hercules shoulder. Hercules� arms wrapped around him in comfort. "Does it still hurt?" he whispered after a few minutes of intense silence.
"A bit. It�s more discomfort now." He whispered back. Iolaus replaced his head with his hands on Hercules� shoulders. Hercules� hands went to Iolaus� hips again. They locked gazes as Iolaus started to rise. His face contorted in minor pain as he removed the cock from himself until only the tip remained inside. He prepared himself again and sunk back slowly down, taking it all in again. Hercules was comforted to hear a small moan of pleasure this time escape his love. Iolaus started rising and impaling himself at a faster rhythm now. The pain hadn�t completely gone but it was more pleasure now. Iolaus pressed his lips against Hercules� and they both opened their mouths. Hercules� tongue massaged and duelled with Iolaus�. But through their love making, they both still had a small nagging voice at the back of their heads saying something was wrong.
Their movements became less co-ordinated as they neared they�re climaxes. Iolaus released Hercules� mouth and moved his head down to his shoulder, resting his head on it. Hercules growled and gave a hard thrust up and he came deep within Iolaus. Iolaus felt his lovers heartbeat coming back to normal so he worked furiously on the softening cock inside him, trying to reach his own point. Finally Iolaus dug his teeth into Hercules shoulder and came with a loud whimper. They stayed like that, Hercules sitting on the bed and Iolaus with his knees on the mattress for a while. Iolaus felt hands on the side of his head as he was forced to look at Hercules.
"I love you. That was�amazing." Hercules was still catching his breath.
Iolaus smiled and pecked Hercules on the lips. "Yea�wow, I think that was the best climax I ever had. Seriously. Come on big guy; let�s get some sleep. Unless you have some hero duties to perform. I gotta clean off."
"They can wait."
Iolaus looked around and spotted Hercules� yellow shirt at the bottom of the bed. While keeping Hercules inside him (He wasn�t ready for THAT pain yet) he reached over and grabbed the soft material. Hercules saw what he was gonna use as a rag. A distasteful looked appeared on his face.
"Oh no you don�t."
Iolaus stuck out his tongue and pulled back. He looked down ready to wipe off the evidence but nothing was there. �I had the best orgasm of my life and I didn�t come. What the hell?� Hercules, who had had his head on Iolaus� shoulder saw his partners shocked expression "Whats wrong buddy?"
Iolaus looked at Hercules and pretended to clean himself of. "Nothing. Let�s go to sleep, I�m tired." He threw the shirt to the bottom of the bed.
"Ok, you ready?" Hercules put his hands on Iolaus bum cheeks. A silent nod from Iolaus him to gently lift his partner of him. Iolaus only slightly whimpered when Hercules was removing the head of he shaft.
They lay down on the bunk; Hercules reached down and retrieved the furs at he bottom of the bed. He lay back against the wall with Iolaus� head on his chest and with no more words exchanged he drifted asleep.
Iolaus lay on Hercules� furred chest wide-awake. �Whats wrong with me? Was it the potion? Something wasn�t right, it was the angle. It never hurts as bad as it did tonight.�

Iolaus looked to see Hercules was still asleep, he was and was now snoring. �He always sleeps soundly after sex.� Iolaus moved his right hand behind him; he threw his right leg over Hercules� waist to get better access. His fingers went to probe his anus, only to find it wasn't even stretched. His eyes widened in shock and fear. His breathing rapidly increased as he moved the digits higher again, this time he came in contact to two fleshy flaps. He explored and pressed his middle finger in, but whimpered, it was tender and sore. He pulled his hand back to look at it. He sat up in shock and nearly fainted at the sight. Blood and cum, blood and cum, blood AND cum were on his fingers.
Iolaus� head started to spin and he began hyperventilate. �There�s blood on my fingers. What did Hercules do to me?� He started shaking in both fear and anger.
"Iolaus?" He named man turned around to look at Hercules gazing sleepily at him. "What Herc?"
Hercules stretched and sat up beside Iolaus. He looked down to see Iolaus rubbing his thumb and middle finger together; he also saw the blood.
"Iolaus?" He immediately became worried. "If it hurt that much you should have stopped me. I would have."
"I know." �His voice sounds so distant.� Hercules thought.
Hercules reached for his forgotten shirt and wiped the substances of Iolaus hands. He threw the article of clothing across the hut. He forced Iolaus to turn around to him and hugged the man and they both lay down in their previous position. They were lying like that for a while; Hercules gently raking his fingers through his love�s soft golden hair.
"Herc?"
"Um?" Hercules had his eyes closed.
"Ugh, nothing. I love you." �Why can�t I tell him? Is it even important?�

"Love you to. Now go to sleep."
Iolaus was starting to drift asleep, his head resting on the love of his life�s chest. Though if he was the love of his life, couldn�t he tell him everything? Why does Hercules� arm around his shoulder suddenly feel uncomfortable? No, he loves Hercules and will tell him tomorrow about the �thing�. Iolaus finally forced himself to go to sleep.
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Hera gazed into the simmering basin with a smile of triumph. Finally. Finally her plan is in action. She will have the ultimate heir. She clicked her long thin fingers and the basin vanished.
She turned around; her velvet violet cape trailing after her and walked into the adjoining room and walked up to her throne. She took her seat beside her king and looked down. Ten divinity�s in the grand Olympian room were put of by malevolent smirk that was on their queens face.
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Wow. Ok. What did you people think? I have quit college so the next chapter should be up soon.
I want to thank my reviewers:
Yin7.

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And I don�t know what happened to my adultfanfiction fic but I think they�re names were.

Cygnavamp

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(!_!) That�s it, I�m sorry. Everyone I haven�t mentioned gets a hug, glass of milk and a sack boy/girl plushie. In fact sack boy/girl plushies for everyone.
Thanks everyone and sorry again for the delay.
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