"Wow, that's a big bath." Joxer said, upon eyeing the bath he and Ares were to share.

Ares didn't answer. His own bath was four or five times as large, but to mortal standards, he could see where Joxer would be impressed. Joxer handed him a vial of oil, then started to strip. Ares followed suit. He wasn't exactly excited to share a bath with Joxer, but he supposed it could have been worse. Xena and Gabrielle had bathed first, then Hercules and Iolaus. Ares and Joxer had been designated last -that was what really bothered him.

He was bathing in cold water. Joxer, as the resident loser, wouldn't expect anything else. And since Ares had been paired with the loser since they first started on the nearly ritual trek to retrieve his sword, he had had to make do with living the life of a loser. Which brought another thought to mind.

Sure, Joxer was a loser. But out of the five travelers accompanying Ares on his quest, Joxer was without a doubt the best of the bunch. Sure, he talked too much, but he made a point of including everyone-that meant Ares, too- in his conversations. He wasn't too smart, so he always asked a lot of stupid, and annoying, questions. And his incessant stories of his so-called heroism would drive anyone to drink. But none of that meant he should be treated as less than a person.

Oh, it wasn't intentional, Ares was sure of it. But Xena, Hercules, Gabrielle and Iolaus had become so accustomed to being revered -or feared, depending on who you talked to- that they had never given a thought to what it would be like to be a less than ordinary, unskilled, mortal nobody. Ares sank into the water. It was so cold it cleared his mind. Which was a good thing, because he was unaccustomed to caring for ordinary mortals-especially less than ordinary mortals, and it was tiring. Plus it gave him an excuse not to focus on the fact that ordinary or not, Joxer was one of his favorite mortals ever.

He was working oil into his skin when he saw Joxer already rinsing from the corner of his eye. He wasn't that surprised; as cold as the water was, he could understand perfectly well why Joxer would be in a rush. Never the less, Joxer was taking full advantage of the deepness of the bath.

Ares watched as the lanky mortal sank under the water and slowly stood up, skimming oil from his skin with his hands as he rose. Ares stood transfixed as oil and water cascaded down from Joxer's shoulders, over his chest down to his...

By the gods, why hadn't he noticed that before? Joxer was very well endowed. Come to think of it, Ares liked everything about Joxer's body, now that he was actually looking at it. Who would have guessed that underneath that ill fitting, homemade armor lay a well-muscled, well-toned body? The droplets of water and the oil sheen made the mortals' pale skin glisten in the candlelight. Ares made no effort to avert his eyes or apologize for ogling the poor man when said man opened his eyes and caught Ares staring at him.

Joxer couldn't for the life of him figure out why Ares was staring at him like that. That was the kind of stare that beautiful people received. It was the kind of appreciative look Strife gave Cupid, or Nebula gave Iolaus, or Ares gave Xena...but not Joxer. The best Joxer had ever received was a slimy leer -which he didn't mind, because that was better than the predatory looks he got from those who didn't like to pay. As for those who didn't even ask, well...

He didn't have a clue what to do, so he ignored Ares' lustful gaze, fastening his eyes on his wrist as he rinsed oil from his skin. To his utter horror, another part of his body was suddenly demanding attention. Ares caught his attention again, giving no indication that he was uncomfortable with the situation. Joxer smiled benignly at the naked, dripping wargod and turned away, desperately trying to think of a way to remove himself from the bath without revealing his erection. He couldn't think of anything; he was so nervous, he knew he would trip and fall and end up having to explain to the God Of War why he had a hard on. He would have to get rid of it.

Joxer closed his eyes and tried to think of someone that revolted him, someone whom the very sight of made Joxer's stomach turn. No one came to mind. Joxer opened his eyes again, all the while splashing himself with water, realizing he had no choice. He would have to get out.

Thankfully, his pants were nearby. Grabbing them, he held them over his cock, squashing it against his stomach as he climbed out. Holding them firmly in place, he reached for his shirt with his free hand. Water splashed. Joxer's eyes slid shut. Ares had stepped out of the bath as well. The warmth of the room did nothing to calm Joxer's aching cock. In fact, it made it worse. Joxer briefly wondered how in the world he had managed a hard on in water that cold?

"Joxer."

Joxer froze.

"Yeah?" he replied, congratulating himself on his casual reply. Ares pants were close by. He probably wanted Joxer to hand them to him. No big deal. He would simply shift both his shirt pants to one hand, and toss Ares' pants with the oth...

"Turn around Joxer."

"Do you want your pants?" Joxer squeaked.

"No. I want you to turn around."

"Um..." Joxer didn't know what to do. Joxer nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt hands snake around his waist only to meet at his navel and travel downward. He hadn't heard Ares' approach. Distracted by his failure in basic survival skills, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a large callused hand wrapped itself around his cock. That's when he noticed he had dropped his clothes.

"I didn't think you'd be this shy."

"Oh, well..." Joxer was having a hard time breathing. He could feel Ares' cock laying on his backside. And it was definitely hard. Now he was really having a hard time breathing. He braced himself on the wall and took deep breaths to keep from passing out. Knowing his luck, he would pass out before Ares even did anything.

"Relax, or you won't enjoy it."

Joxer wanted to scream, or faint, or something, anything that would get him out of this. Ares was speaking with a voice Joxer had never heard before; it was absolutely dripping with sex. The kind of throaty growl that made you want to get fucked. One that stole whatever resistance you would have offered.

This wasn't happening. He was dreaming. Any moment now, Gabrielle would bonk him with one of her sais, and he would wake up.

People didn't look at him with lust, they didn't tell him to relax, and they most certainly didn't rest their chins on his shoulder while they casually jerked him off. He had heard Ares threaten people, or make fun of them, or well, that was mostly it. Then an even more disturbing thought struck: It was possible that the war god was playing a joke on him. Joxer would get all hot and bothered, and Ares would have a good laugh. Despite this realization, Joxer couldn't keep from moaning when the grip around his cock tightened.

"All you have to do Joxer, is relax.."

"I-I don't think I can, I mean, I can, but..."

"Well, there's your first mistake. Don't think. Just...feel. You can do that, can't you?"

That voice again. Joxer couldn't say anything in response. He had stopped thinking almost before Ares had stopped talking.

Ares couldn't remember the last time he had wanted to give anyone head. Well, actually, he could. There was something about traveling with a group of people, most of which hated you for one reason or another, that tended to cloud his judgment. The only reason he hadn't made a move on Joxer the last time he had traveled with 'the Fab Four' as Cupid liked to call them, was because he hadn't had the chance. He hadn't dwelled on the missed opportunity for two reasons: Favorite, or no, Joxer was still a less than average mortal. Plus, Aphrodite had been waiting for him with open arms upon his return.

He turned the young man around and kissed him, softly, deeply. He kissed the spot below Joxer's ear, and was rewarded with a whimper. Moving downward, he suckled nipples hardened with desire. Joxer shuddered beneath his tongue. He swirled and kissed and lapped and tasted his way down to Joxer's cock.

It was a beautiful specimen. Pale and glistening with oil and water. Drops of precum glimmered on the tip. Ares flicked it off with his tongue. He lapped at the head again.

"I can't do this. I...I..." Joxer was pushing him away.

Ares immediately stood up.

"You can't?" he asked.

"I should be the one doing this for you. I can't let you..."

"I'm your god, Joxer. I don't need your permission."

"That's not what I meant."

"I know. Close your eyes Joxer, and pray."

"But you're mortal..."

"Not in the truest...look, I'll still hear it, okay?"

"Oh."
Joxer closed his eyes, and couldn't think of a single prayer. Joxer fretted for a moment, until strong hands fastened onto his waist, and an impossibly hot suction enveloped his cock. Within seconds, Joxer was praying.

Ares nerves tingled when Joxer's prayers hit him. Whispers of adoration, fealty and commitment. All of it sincere.

Joxer wasn't sexy. He wasn't smart. But he was kind, caring and sincere. When Joxer loved, he loved with his whole being.

And he loved Ares.

Ares ignored the hardness of his own member and concentrated on making his most faithful worshipper in over a thousand years come. Ares strengthened the suction on the oil-slicked cock, working his lips and tongue up and down the length of it. He tilted his head this way and that way, he hummed, he sucked the tip of that beautiful cock between his lips, and flicked the super sensitive underside of it; he sucked at the slit, soft and salty with precum. Using Joxer to steady himself, he opened his mouth wide, and engulfed Joxer's cock, not stopping until Joxer's balls rested on his chin, and the head had sunk deep into his throat.

Joxer didn't dare look down. He would die if he watched Ares' head bob back and forth as he sucked, licked and swallowed him. Joxer was straining against the climax that was working up from his toes into his throat. He held his breath, he hummed, he moaned, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, only to have it swatted away. There was no way to hold it at bay now. His breath hitched, his voice caught his throat, and he came. Joxer slumped, taking large gulps of air into his starved lungs. He remained leaning against the wall for support -he was too shaky to stand on his own.

Ares felt a little dizzy himself. The more he had done to Joxer the more fervent the prayers had become. Had he still been a deity, he wouldn't have swatted Joxer's hand away like that. But the limitations of his now mortal body meant he couldn't hold off his own orgasm -there wasn't time to leisurely suck Joxer through five or eight orgasms. One would have to do.

"Turn around." he ordered. This time Joxer immediately turned around. Ares moved Joxer towards a counter holding oils, perfumes and other toiletries. Swatting everything aside, he manipulated Joxer's still shaking body until he was bent over the counter.

He grabbed a vial of oil that had fallen to the floor and coated his fingers before gently massaging the puckered ring of Joxer's ass. Joxer's entire body shuddered in response. Ares breached the passage, finding, to his delight, that Joxer wasn't a virgin. Ares pushed two fingers in, stretching the hole until three fingers fit with ease. Joxer was fully trembling, soft moans communicating the obvious need. More oil, more stretching, then Joxer pushed back onto the fingers, signaling his readiness.

Oiling his cock, Ares guided it into the now open and glistening hole in Joxer's ass. He pushed, while Joxer pulled him deep into the passage. Ares slowly pulled out and sank in again, spreading oil over the length of his cock, and lining the walls of Joxer's ass. Satisfied with coverage -being mortal made so many things a pain in the ass, literally- he grabbed Joxer's hips with his hands, and thrust into his favorite mortal.

The previous orgasm had left Joxer so dazed and relaxed, that he acclimated to the size of Ares' cock with no trouble at all. Every fiber in Joxer's body stretched taught from the feel of that hardness in his ass, the friction, the brush against his sweet spot, the sound of skin sliding on skin, of skin slapping skin. Steamy grunts and groans burst onto the back of his ear. An arm wrapped around his waist, a sword-callused hand over his as he pumped his own cock, hard again from the exquisite sensations in his ass. Tears ran down his cheeks as the need to come grew, but he held on.

Ares took his time fucking his worshipper, pacing himself. He had obviously found the man's sweet spot, making him squirm, clench and cry. It was like pushing and pulling oneself into and out of an oily sinkhole, a hot, slick and vibrating sinkhole. Hips rose up to meet his thrusts, forcing him deeper into the man, whose legs splayed, and back was arched. Wrapping himself around the mortal, Ares held Joxer still as he pumped his cock in and out, trying to fuck Joxer as deeply as he could. Joxer stiffened, his mouth opened, but no sound issued forth. Tears splashed on the counter. Semen, creamy and slick, spilled over two hands. A whisper of an orgasmic prayer in Ares' mind, and he too opened his mouth. Burying his face in Joxer's shoulder, he came with a muffled shout.

Joxer's whole body jerked and seized up, his ass muscles tightening around the cock deep inside of him. Bolts of lightening shot from the center of his body outward, muscles in his cock strained, his ass clamped like a vice around the invader. Blood rushed in his ears, he felt Ares' cock grow and twitch, followed by wet jets of come filling his ass. Joxer's muscles gave out, and he didn't try to move, while Ares remained leaned on him.

Ares didn't move for long moments. When he did extricate himself from the body beneath him, it was almost with sadness. He wanted to do this again, but his mortal body had been stretched to its' limits that day. But there was always tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.

Gabrielle didn't dare move. She watched, barely breathing as Ares and Joxer steadied each other as they left the room. Only when she heard them go into their room and close the door did she climb out of her hiding space. First of all, she never would have guessed that Ares gave anyone head. Secondly, she never noticed how graceful Joxer was in water. Or that his stomach muscles rippled when he moved.

Or that he had a penis.

She stood up and stretched, then used her own damp cloth to wipe between her thighs. She had had an orgasm just watching the suck and fuck. She gathered the vial of oil she had forgotten, and left the bath. For the first time in ever, she was jealous of Joxer.

Well, that wouldn't do.

He was a deluded loser. But she knew for a fact that Xena had fucked him, Iolaus had fucked him, and so had Nebula. What was she missing? What did they see that she didn't?

More importantly, what was it he had that she didn't? Aside from that really nice penis. Nebula and Xena had been together, Xena and Ephiny, Ephiny And Nebula, and then there was Hercules and Iolaus, and Hercules and Xena, and Iolaus and Xena...everyone was getting laid except her.

The only person she had ever had sex with had been Perticus. It had been nice, but it wasn't anything like what she had seen this night. Or the night she had accidentally caught sight of Iolaus and Nebula. And that's what she wanted.

No matter what kind of signals she had been throwing out lately, no one had made a move on her like the one Ares had just made on Joxer. And that was unacceptable.

Of course, Joxer wasn't a threat. He was harmless. And if anything, he was probably thankful for the attention. A loser with a big cock and a tight ass. Riddle solved.

But the God of WAR???

Well, okay. Like it or not, it had happened.

So, okay, Ares was the enemy. That put a kink in things, but the way she saw it, there was no hard and fast rule about it. At one point or another, Ares had been with Xena, Hercules, Iolaus, Iphicles, Callisto, Nebula, Aphrodite, Bellona, and a list that probably ran a mile long...Why not her?

To be honest, she hadn't exactly been kind to Ares of late, if ever. Well, there it was; he hadn't approached her because she hadn't given any signs that she would accept him. Tartarus, she hadn't even spoken to him during this entire trek. And they had been traveling together for over a week. But the question was whether or not she wanted to have what she had just witnessed with Ares, or someone else:

Iolaus didn't seem interested, and Hercules didn't seem like the type to have sex, even though she knew he did. But he would blush, and hem and haw, and make it embarrassing for everyone involved. Nebula wasn't in Greece, and Xena, well, that was complicated.

So, Ares would be the one to get lucky. Tomorrow she would be nicer to him. Climbing into bed beside Xena, she planned her method of attack.

Cupid was sharpening arrows when his mother summoned him. Placing his new arrows in his quiver, he went straight to her lab.

"What's up, mom?" he asked, eyeing some of the new potions she was working on.

"Gabrielle's been thinking." She said, with a wicked grin. She picked up a bottle and began shaking it.

"Oh, about what?" he asked.

"Sex." She said, grin widening. She was obviously up to something. Something she thought he knew about.

"O-o-okay. So?"

"Do you remember that little spell...?"

It finally hit him.

"You mean the one where it wouldn't occur to anyone to fuck Gabrielle?" he replied even as he wondered how he had forgotten about that. His mother giggled.

"Uh huh."

"So, we're moving to phase two?" he asked.

"Well, before I explain the whole plan, I think I should probably tell you that I had to restore her sex drive. The little harpy hadn't even noticed that it was gone..."

Cupid didn't hear the rest, he was too busy laughing. Aphrodite, for the most part, liked Gabrielle. But Gabrielle had a habit of pissing her off every now and again. He wondered what the bard had said this time. It must have been really bad. When he could breathe again, he said:

"You have to let Strife in on this..."

"I plan to." She replied. Cupid nodded as he wiped tears from his face.

"There's more. Your father did the deed with Joxer last night."

That brought Cupid up short. He didn't know what he had expected her to say, but that wasn't it. They had been trying for years to figure out how they would pair Ares with Joxer. They had never settled on a viable plan.

"You?" He asked, pointing, feeling nothing short of awe at his mother's apparent excellence at her job. She shook her head, her eyes wide.

"Nope. He did it himself. Seems it was a matter of opportunity and circumstance."

"Didn't we have a plan..."

"It wouldn't have been real, and your father would have felt the contrivance of it. This happened naturally..."

"Well, great..."

"But that's not my point." She held up a hand, cutting Cupid off.

"It's not?" He asked, wondering what could be more important than dad's love life.

"She saw the whole thing..."

"Wait, Gabrielle.... Saw...Dad. And. Joxer." Cupid wondered if his eyes were going to cross.

"And now she's a little jealous of Joxer." Aphrodite concluded. Cupid pointed at his mother again, leaving the question unspoken. She bounced in her seat, again shaking her head. Cupid simply stared and blinked at his mother for a full minute before his brain registered what she was alluding to.

"Please tell me we're gonna use that." He said at last.

"Absolutely sweet pea." She purred.

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