Hercules stood stock still in the middle of the road, soaked to the skin and feeling utterly defeated. He hurt all over from the pounding he had taken fighting that, well, whatever the heck it was. Iolaus had left him somewhere on the road, promising to catch up as soon as he "worked off some of that after the fight rush" in the brothel one village back. To top it all off, just about the time he had gotten to right about nowhere, the skies had opened up and poured. Not a light drizzle. Not a soothing, gentle shower. No, this was the kind of downpour that sloshed in his boots and plastered his hair to his face. All he needed to make the night perfect was for Ares to show up. 

He should never have thoughts like that. Because just about the time he did, blue lightening that owed nothing to the storm flashed, and Ares stood there grinning at him. Far too dry, and too damned amused. 

Ares shook his head. "You know little brother, I always said you didn't even have the sense to know when to come in out of the rain." 

All he could do for long moments was stare. Hercules felt the stress of the last couple of days build in his chest like steam in a tightly lidded pot. One more word from Ares and he would snap.

"You look like a drowned rat," Ares sneered.

That did it. From somewhere far away Hercules watched his own boot dig deep into the rapidly spreading mud puddle at his feet. He gathered up a sizeable amount of the rich black muck, and with a gentle smile, kicked it straight into Ares' face. 

The sloppy missile hit dead on, and suddenly Ares looked less like a smug god and more like some fat matron at the baths. Ares blinked at him through a mask of slimy goo, and Hercules chuckled. Then the chuckle turned into a deep belly laugh. Soon Hercules was holding his stomach with one hand and pointing at Ares with the other, howling with laughter. 

His laughter escalated another notch when Ares shook his head, looking for all the world like his dog, Graegus, after a particularly good romp. Ares, however, wasn't smiling. His face, in fact, was taking on the cast of the thunderheads busily flinging rain at them. Hercules saw Ares' expression change; got a glimmer of Ares' intention, but it was too late for him catch his breath. Herc had no time to brace himself on the slippery ground before Ares launched himself square into Herc's chest. They went down hard, skidding several feet. Hercules whooped for breath, which gave Ares time to grab a double handful of muck and slap it into Herc's eyes and mouth.

Now it was Ares' turn to grin, and Hercules could see the flash of white teeth through his sticky eyelashes. It maddened him, and Hercules shoved Ares hard, sending him flying backwards to land with a splat, assfirst. Hercules was on him immediately, and the two rolled over and over, fighting for the upper hand. Hercules' tunic and pants were soon waterlogged, and Ares' leathers were more brown than black. The struggle was as ferocious as it was brief, and Hercules soon found himself facedown on the ground, sucking in a snootful of mud. 

It was impossible to get leverage, but Hercules tried to wiggle out from under Ares, only to be stopped by Ares straddling his ass and pinning him more firmly. Ares grabbed a handful of Hercules' hair and lifted his face out of the mud, allowing him to suck in a huge breath of gritty air. The position arched Hercules more firmly into Ares, and he froze when he felt the firm prodding of Ares' aroused cock through their clothes.

Ares laughed, and rubbed deliberately against him. Hercules felt Ares along the entire long stretch of his body as Ares leaned up to grasp Hercules' earlobe with his teeth. "Why so shocked, Hercules? Fighting, fucking, you know it's all the same to me. You deserve it, you know, for this little stunt. I should nail you to the ground."

Amazing as it was, Hercules could feel himself responding to the rough teasing in Ares' voice, and he wiggled again. This time he tried to get closer, not get away. Ares barked out a surprised laugh and rubbed against Hercules once more, using their clinging clothes as extra hand to chafe their most sensitive spots. Ares grunted as Hercules arched into the sensation. "Like that do you? Who knew you were such a little slut?"

Gritting his teeth just took on a new meaning, Hercules decided as he spat mud out of his mouth. "Don't ruin it by talking Ares. Just shut up and fuck me."

Everything stopped for long moments. Hercules could feel Ares' shock in the stiff posture of his body. The only sound was the pattering of the rain and Hercules' harsh breathing. Then everything tumbled into motion again, and Hercules was on his knees and his pants were gone; Ares was a hot weight against his back. Before Hercules could even catch his breath, Ares was inside him. Hard, and flaming heat against his rain cold skin and oh so good. He was full, and it hurt, but gods above it felt perfect. Ares' seemed to think so too, because he was moaning against Hercules' ear, a long drawn out curse. They moved together in an animal frenzy. Their bodies came together with skin-tingling slaps, and Hercules felt his orgasm rising up his spine like a tidal wave. Ares reached down with one hand and pulled roughly at Hercules' cock, and Hercules came with a watery shout. Ares followed quickly, pumping himself into Hercules' ass in warm torrents.

They collapsed together in the mud when Hercules' arms gave out, and lay there, gasping. Ares slid away, and their bodies separated with a ridiculous sucking noise. Hercules stared up into the sky, which was now spitting a mild shower. Then he rolled his head to the side and looked at Ares. Hercules started to chuckle, the laugh outright. Ares turned one baleful eye to him. "What's so funny?” Ares asked.

"Now who looks like the drowned rat?” Hercules couldn't stop chortling. 

Ares just grinned at him. "Yeah, well at least I knew when to come in out of the rain."