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- 1-Amphipolis Interlude
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Ares wondered if he was dreaming,
or maybe hallucinating. Did gods hallucinate? Maybe, if someone messed with their heads
enough -- and, by Tartarus, Xena was an expert at that. Right now, she was standing in his temple in
Amphipolis calling out to him, and if this was real, she certainly had some
nerve, considering the stunt she'd pulled on him in the very same temple just
two days ago.

He had a very vivid and very
unwanted memory of lying on the couch in that temple with her on top of him,
naked except for a black fur stole, her full breasts crushed against his chest,
her mouth on his own -- his hands on --

No. Nothing good could possibly come from
thinking about that. Ares punched the
wall in his quarters on Olympus and told himself to get a grip. She had lied to him. I am offering you a deal -- and I do not
go back on my promises. You save
Eve, and I'm yours. Hah! Then she had set him up to fight Athena and
gotten out of their deal on a technicality -- the "baby" Athena had
been about to chop in half was really a doll -- and that little bitch of a bard
had smirked in his face.

He had used his powers to fix the
damaged wall of the temple; usually, he would have left that kind of thing to
the priests, but that gaping hole in the wall was too maddening a reminder of
his humiliation. And now, Xena was
there, before his altar -- her leather and armor gleaming in the light of
torches and oil lamps -- calling his name.

Damned if he was going to fall
for her tricks again.

Still, there was no harm in finding
out what she was up to.

In the next moment he was
standing in front of her, his arms folded on his chest.

"What do you want,
Xena?"

Her eyes flickered down. Then she said, "Hello, Ares."

"What are you doing
here? Got another scheme where I get to
play the chump?"

"No scheme," she said
quietly, her face half-hidden in the shadows. "I just think we have -- some
unfinished business."

"Really!"

She stepped toward him, into the
light. He fidgeted a little, not wanting
to let her get close enough to touch him and not wanting to back away.

"You're pretty mad at me,
huh -- "

"What do you think? You lied to me. You used me to save your kid. And don't give me that 'dolly' stuff. Eve is safe because I distracted Athena for
you and you know it."

"You didn't leave me much of
a choice, did you?" she shot back. "My child's life was threatened and
you were going to use that to get me into bed."

"Yeah, well -- you forgot
the part where I risked my neck for you and -- "

"Ssh." She pressed her fingers to his lips, and at
her touch he dimly knew that all was lost, because his heart was beating wildly
and he wanted her as badly as before.
"Ares" -- her voice was soft, and there was an odd,
almost-vulnerable look in her eyes -- "I don't want to stand here trying
to sort out who was more to blame. I had
no other choice -- but I'm not proud of what I did."

"And you came here to tell
me that?"

"Maybe that too," she
said.

He eyed her warily. "What else?"

"I came here to pick up
where we left off."

He stared at her, his mind
reeling from shock to anger and back, and to another all-too-vivid memory of
exactly where they had left off. Anger
got the upper hand long enough for him to say, "Oh, so you've figured out
you may still need my help."

"No," she said evenly.
"I'm going to handle this my way.
But -- "

"But what? You owe me?"

"I owe you -- thanks,"
she said, slowly. "For helping me.
But not this. I'm here because I
want this." Then she looked at him,
challenging. "Do you?"

Ares found himself struggling for
breath. It was just like that first time
she came to his temple, except by now he should have known better.

He licked his lips.

"I, uh -- do I want -- what,
exactly?"

"Me. Tonight."

"Just tonight."

"Just tonight."

"You know that isn't what I
want," he said. "Do you think I would -- "

Xena's fingers brushed against
his lips again. "I know it's not all
you want," she said huskily. "It's what I'm offering right now."

She looked at him, her lips
half-open, her eyes bright. Her hair
was shining softly in the lamplight, and as his gaze drifted down he saw the
sweat glistening in the valley between her breasts. She stepped closer, and he caught a faint
whiff of some kind of herbal fragrance.

He tried to think but eventually
gave up and said, trying to sound nonchalant, "All right."

The distance between them closed,
and the fierceness of her kiss was startling and dizzying. Impatient now, he reached over to unbuckle her
armor -- and just then she pulled away, her palms flat on his arms.

"One more thing."

"What?"

"We do this on my
terms."

He didn't like the sound of that
� or maybe he did. Before he could ask
what she meant, she continued, "That means I'm in charge and you" --
her voice dropped even lower, sparkling with mischief -- "do only what I
tell you to do. Everything I tell
you to do." His nervousness must
have been visible in his face because she added, with a small laugh,
"Don't worry -- I promise it won't be anything too scary."

The sensible thing to do would be
to tell her to go to Tartarus. Except
that if he kicked her out now, it would look he was scared of her. Actually, he was, but he wasn't going to let her
see it. The blood pounded in his ears, the
twinge of fear adding to his excitement.

"You're -- in charge,"
he said slowly.

"That's right." She leaned forward to kiss him again, slowly
and tantalizingly, her tongue sliding between his lips, flicking over his
tongue, caressing inside his mouth. She
pulled away a little and looked at him, her lips curved in a teasing smile.
"Take it -- or leave it."

"Oh." Ares cleared his throat and stammered,
"I'll, uh -- take it."

"Good," she
whispered. She pulled him toward her for
a quick hard kiss that took his breath away; then she stepped back and
unbuckled her armor, letting it fall to the carpeted floor with a soft
thud. He watched her, still half
expecting her to pull some kind of trick and back out.

Xena was looking at him, a
strange smile playing about her lips, and didn't take her eyes off him while
she removed her armguards and shin guards, and kicked off her boots. Like this -- barefoot, in her leather dress
-- she looked even more beautiful than she had the other day.

She came up to him, and they
stood still for a moment, their eyes locked on each other. Finally she kissed him again; and, while they
were kissing, she slipped her hands down to his belt. Through the leather, her fingers grazed his
trapped swollen cock, making him groan; but for now she only undid his
swordbelt and let it drop. Their lips
still joined and her fingers clenched on his vest, she backed away toward the
altar, pulling him after her. Then she
broke the kiss and said, "On your knees."

Maybe taking orders from her
wasn't going to be so bad.

He knelt down before her on the
thick red rug. "Now what?" he
asked, in his most innocent voice.

She arched an eyebrow, looking
down at him. "You don't know?"

"Well," he said.
"You're the one who's supposed to tell me what to do."

"Oh, very funny." She leaned back with a husky laugh, her hands
resting on the edges of the altar. "Do it."

He ran his hands up her legs and
lifted her skirt, parting the leather pleats.
With a slight shock, he saw that she wasn't wearing anything
underneath. And, sweet Elysium, how she
wanted him -- he could smell the musk of her arousal, see its silvery traces
glittering on the dark curls on her mound.
He lingered a moment, breathing in her scent, stroking her moist inner
thighs.

"Now," she
gasped, arching toward him.

He tasted her, delicately lapping
at her soft folds, kissing her bud, making her moan and clutch at his
hair. As he licked her inside and out,
relishing her sweet warmth, every sound she made was inflaming him more until
he could hardly bear it. His hands on
her hips, he felt the small spasms racking her body; she arched back, into his
mouth, opening up to him -- "Oh that�s good," she moaned, "so
good -- there -- oh yes there" -- and he pleasured her eagerly, loving
every moment of it and wanting more, wanting to draw this out and to make her come
hard. She was getting close, her voice
rising, her legs shaking wildly, and he slowed down, switching to a lighter
touch, teasing her, pushing his tongue deep inside her -- "Make me
come," she cried hoarsely, thrusting toward him, her hand in his hair, and
he obeyed, sucking hard on the tender bud, teething it a little until her moans
became a scream and she convulsed in a climax that went on and on.

Ares stayed on his knees,
pressing soft kisses to her thighs, taking delight in the little tremors dying
down in her body. She sighed deeply and
stirred, and slipped down to kneel next to him and seized his mouth in a rough
greedy kiss. It gave him a special
thrill that she was tasting herself in his mouth, on his lips -- only by now,
he couldn't take too many more special thrills.

He moved his hand to her breast,
squeezing the full soft flesh through the leather bodice. She moaned slightly, shifting to allow him
better access; and then, suddenly, stiffened and pulled back.

"What's wrong?" he
asked, alarmed.

Xena was smiling, a little too
evilly for his comfort.

"I didn't say you could do
that."

"Do what?"

"Touch me there."

There she went messing with
his head again -- dammit. "Xena -- "

"I told you," she
purred, "my terms. Only what I tell
you to do. Only with my
permission."

"Um -- do you think we could
-- renegotiate that?"

"Oh no," she said, running
her fingers over his chest. "No
way." She leaned closer and
whispered hotly in his ear, "Don't do it again -- or you'll pay for it."

"You wouldn't -- leave me
like this!" he blurted out, shocked.

She chuckled. "I wouldn't do that." She stroked
his cheek and covered his face with small, hot, maddening kisses. "But I
could always -- make you suffer a little longer."

"Careful," he said, gasping for breath.
"I might enjoy that."

"Oh -- " she kissed his
mouth now -- "you think so?" -- and again, nibbling gently on his lip
-- her hands pushing up his vest, tweaking and pinching his nipples, shocking
him with a new sensation.

She undid his gauntlets, one then
the other, and kissed the insides of his wrists; by then he was roused to
such a pitch that even the touch of her lips and tongue on the tender skin
there made him gasp. But that was
nothing compared to what was next, because she then pulled off his vest and
stroked his chest, and dove down to pay some loving attention to his nipples;
it felt as if there were fiery tendrils shooting out from where she touched him and
spreading to every fiber of his skin, to his fingertips, his legs, his
cock. Then she stopped and drew back,
and he nearly groaned in desperation.

"Have you got a real bed in
this place?" she asked.

"Oh," he said. "A
bed. Yeah. Come on."

As they walked to the door that
led to the temple's inner room, he wondered if she would let him inside her
now, throw him back on the bed and ride him hard, his cock buried inside her
liquid heat -- dammit -- these thoughts
were not helping. The throbbing in
his groin was almost unbearable, and he had a feeling that she fully meant to
make him suffer for quite a bit more.

Inside the room, he swept his
hand across the darkness, making it light up with lamps and candles, and
gestured toward the large bed with black sheets.

"Nice pad," she
said. Then she chuckled and nodded at
the carved ruby-eyed skulls on the bedposts. "But I think you're taking
your job a little too seriously."

He managed a comeback. "You have something against mixing
business and pleasure?"

Xena laughed and shook her head,
and slipped out of her dress. Her skin
had an almost golden hue in the lamplight, her hair falling about her shoulders
and down to her breasts -- and if it was possible for anyone, goddess or
mortal, to be more beautiful ... he didn't care.

"Speaking of pleasure,"
she said. She walked over to the bed and
sat down, and beckoned to Ares with a sly smile.

"Now you can touch
me," she said as he joined her on the bed.
They kissed again and he cupped her breasts, so full under his hands, so
pliant yet firm -- her nipples so hard to his touch �

"Xena -- " he gasped, breaking
away from her kiss.

"Hmm?"

"Let me take these off."

"Oh." She looked down at the front of his pants,
running her hand down his chest and his stomach only to stop at his waistband
as he tensed and shuddered in anticipation.
She raised her eyes, grinning appreciatively. "You've got it bad, huh�"

"Please," he said
hoarsely, but she stopped him with her hand on his mouth.

"Not yet," she said.
"Not yet."

Before he could say anything else
she soothed him with another kiss, nipping lightly at his lower lip, tugging at
it as she pulled away. "Touch
me," she said. "Anywhere you want."

She leaned back on his shoulder
while he caressed her body, in awe at her beauty, at her supple womanly strength
-- running his hands over her breasts, her hips, her stomach, kissing her arms and
shoulders -- he felt her tremble as he stroked her thighs, and nudged her legs
apart to touch her there. She let out a
shuddering breath and arched toward him, so wet, so greedy for pleasure, so
lovely.

"Yes," she hissed, and
he began stroking her, almost forgetting his own
need as he watched her excitement mount again.
It was incredible to watch her like this, so helpless to his touch, her
eyes half-closed, little spasms flitting across her face, her mouth open -- her
husky sighs turning to moans and then urgent cries, her hips lifting off the
bed to meet his caress -- sweet Fates -- incredible. A wave of near-frenzy overtook him, lust and
longing and tenderness all at once, and he kissed her neck, her face, her eyes,
her soft open lips. "Come for me," he whispered, "come for me
now," flicking his thumb over her bud while sliding his fingers inside
her, and she grimaced as if in agony and gave a harsh cry as his touch and his
words tipped her over the edge.

She was still for a few moments,
her eyes closed as she steadied her breath.
Then she sat up and stroked his face, her smile tender.

"Now," she whispered,
"take off your pants."

He was only too happy to comply,
but that was easier said than done; he was so hard that undoing the laces of
his pants was sheer torture, and he was about to break down and beg her to let
him use his powers to get them off when he finally succeeded in getting it done
the regular way. She helped peel the
tight leather off his hips, and he groaned with relief.

"Mm," she murmured. "Nice." Her fingers grazed the length of his cock and
lingered at the wet aching tip, making his breath hitch. "Now lie back."

"Xena -- "

"Shh,"
she leaned down to kiss him, then traced his lips with her fingers. "Lie
still."

And then she was on top of him,
kissing and licking his chest and slowly, too slowly moving downwards,
lingering to swirl her tongue inside his navel until he bucked under her and
tried to rub against her.

"Oh no no
no" -- she pushed him down -- "I told you
to lie still."

He cursed at himself inwardly;
she was obviously intent on going through with this whole being-in-charge game,
and now she was going to make him pay by denying him again until she drove him
out of his mind. Or made him beg. Which he was just about ready to do.

But she only said, again,
"Lie still," and went back to kissing his navel, then licked her way
down; he tensed, waiting for her to touch his cock, but she moved down to his
thighs and he clutched at the sheets with a frustrated groan.

And then she took him in her
mouth without warning, and he gave a strangled cry at the sheer bliss of it.

She did amazing things,
alternating slow, long, sensuous licks with quick feather-light touches, gently
running her teeth or tongue or fingertips over the length of his shaft and then
sucking him hard, stroking him while she rolled her tongue over his balls, overwhelming
his senses -- and then, whenever she took him too close to losing control,
pausing to hold him in her mouth without moving at all or softly pressing her
lips to the tip of his cock. He was
shaking, his body on fire, lost to everything except this wonderful torment,
making helpless inarticulate sounds -- yearning for release and wanting this to
go on and on.

She slowed down again, having
brought him very near the edge.
"Don't stop," he rasped; a moment later her touch was gone
completely, and he was left aching and desperate. "Don�t stop," he groaned again,
"Xena -- "

"It's okay," she
murmured -- "it's okay" -- and then her mouth was on him again, and
her hand nudged at his buttocks and before he knew what she was doing he felt the
tip of her finger slide into the opening there.
His momentary shock at this act was
drowned out by the sensation of it as she pushed deeper, the pleasure melting
into his flesh and bones, making him weak and feverish in a way that even her
other caresses had not. Soon he was
once again on the brink of coming, and she kept him there, flicking her tongue
over his cock in tiny licks of fire that were enough to make him shiver and cry
out but not enough to allow him release.
Finally, he begged, his voice hoarse and breaking -- "Please --
please let me come -- I can't -- please let me come -- "

She paused for an excruciating
moment, sliding her finger out of him until only the tip was left inside. "Please let me come, Xena, please --
" he groaned again, and then her mouth closed around his cock and she
sucked, gently and then faster, and he could feel it coming, the heat rising and
reaching its peak and ripping through him again and again, racking his body
until he was fully spent.

When he could speak, he muttered,
"Come up here," wanting her in his arms; but she stayed where she was
and looked up at him, her eyes full of playful mischief.

"I want more," she
said, her voice low and teasing. "I want you to get hard for me
again."

He ran his hand over her
hair. "You want to kill me, don't
you."

"Don't tell me this is a way
to kill a god."

"Don't be so sure," he
said. "That was, um -- intense."

Normally he did not need time to
recover, but what she had done to him was very nearly enough to drain even his
godly strength.

She dove down and took him in her
mouth again, reviving him with gentle ministrations that soon had their effect;
and, when he was nearly hard, she moved up and lay on top of him. Her lips were bright and a little puffy, her
eyes twinkling in the lamplight, and he knew that it would not take very much
for her to drive him insane with desire all over again.

He held her, basking in her
warmth, in the feel of her body in his arms, wanting to hold her like this
forever, loving the gratified and still-yearning look in her face. She seized his mouth in a long kiss, and then
moved to his neck and higher, delicately licking his earlobe and tugging at his
earring; and then he heard her whisper, "So this is what you wanted."

"Mm -- " he sighed in
assent.

"Having me naked on top of
you? Spreading my legs and licking until
I come?"

Her hot whisper, brushing his
ear, saying those words, sent a jolt of excitement to his cock, making it leap
and swell until he was as hard as before.

"Yes," he gasped.

"Having your cock in my
mouth?"

He groaned and reached up to
seize her face in his hands and pull her toward him for a kiss; but she moved
away and held his wrists, gently but firmly.

"I'm still in charge, remember?"

"You're not going to make
this easy, are you."

"Have I ever?"

"No," he said. "Though this is -- turning out to be a better
day than most."

"There's more to come,"
she said in a husky near-whisper.

He chuckled. "Show me."

She straddled him, moving back
until he could feel the velvet warmth of her folds on the shaft of his cock, and
it felt so good it was almost like being inside her. Sighing with pleasure, she guided his hands
to her breasts, letting him feel them and lift them in his palms, and caress
her stiff nipples.

"Let me inside you," he
said.

"Soon," she murmured,
"very soon," and she arched back a little, putting her hands over his
as he caressed her breasts, rubbing herself against him. She was breathing hard, as needy as he was
now, and when he thought he could no longer stand it she stopped and swooped
down to kiss him and breathed out, "Now."

He guided his cock into her; as
she slid down, her voice mingled with his in a soft moan, and he saw that her
eyes were wide and hazy with the pleasure of their joining.

They both stayed still for a
moment; then she began to move, and he thrust toward her, matching her rhythm,
running his hand over her back and her hips, feeling the fullness of her
breasts on his chest, her hair brushing his face and shoulders -- their kisses
slow and tender at first, and then more frenzied as their excitement rose.

"Ares" -- her voice was
breathless, breaking into a moan -- "oh -- Ares -- "

To hear her say his name like
that, coming in his arms -- by Olympus, somewhere in the back of his mind he
knew he'd trade Olympus for this.
He too cried out her name, and as he felt her body shake uncontrollably
and her inner muscles clench around his cock, she took him with her into wave
after hot wave of bliss.

They lay together after that in a
sweet half-slumber, her head nestled on his shoulder, her hand resting on his
chest, over his heart; his arms wrapped around her and his cheek pressed to her
warm hair.

Sometime soon, she'd have to
leave. But not yet; not yet.
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