| Part 29b � Fuck off!� Strife flinched and stopped laughing. � Baby, I�m sorry.� He reached out to Cupid, who pulled away. � No! Leave me, the fuck, alone. It wasn�t funny!� Cupid turned away, tears springing to his eyes. � Cupe, I really am sorry.� Strife pulled Cupid into his arms, ignoring the struggle. Finally Cupid gave in. He dropped his head onto Strife�s shoulder and cried. � I�m fat, I�m tired and now I can�t laugh without wetting myself,� he sobbed. � Baby, ya�re not fat. Ya�re beautiful and very pregnant. I�m sorry I laughed, but I really wasn�t expecting it.� Strife hugged his husband reassuringly. � You still love me?� Cupid grimaced at the needy tone in his voice. � Always baby, ya know that.� Cupid nodded and sniffed, wiping his face on Strife�s shoulder. � Except when ya do that.� Cupid laughed, then stopped. � Oh shit,� he groaned. � Please don�t make me laugh.� � Sorry,� Strife whispered, not even close to laughing. If there was one thing he couldn�t stand, it was hurting his Cupid. � I don�t know how mortals do it,� Cupid said quietly, � At least I can clean myself up instantly.� Strife nodded, stroking Cupid�s wings gently. Cupid shivered under the soft touch and squirmed deeper into Strife�s embrace. � So,� started Strife, getting back to their original conversation, � How�d they take it?� Cupid sighed, he�d been avoiding personal appearances for as long as possible, but he�d at last faced his high priests and priestesses. � They were overwhelmed, but they accepted it.� Strife smiled and hugged him, but Cupid tensed. � Until I told them you were the father.� Strife took a deep breath, � What happened?� Cupid pulled back and ran his hand through Strife�s hair, sighing. � Mostly they were fine, once they�d gotten over the shock and realised how much I love you, but,� his voice broke, � a couple of them left me.� Strife pulled him back into his arms, � Fuckers,� he whispered, � I�ll kick their asses!� He didn�t care about anyone�s opinion of him, but to hurt his husband? They�d pay. � No, baby,� Cupid shook his head, Strife frowned. � I�ll deal with them when I�m ready.� � We�ll see,� Strife muttered. Cupid pulled back again and stared at Strife, realising that he wouldn�t be able to dissuade him. He sighed and stroked Strife�s cheek, � Don�t hurt them too badly.� Strife smiled coldly, � We�ll see,� he repeated. Cupid grinned suddenly. � What?� Strife asked, with a frown of confusion. Cupid leaned forward and licked his ear. � You look really sexy when you get all protective,� he purred. Strife groaned, he clutched Cupid�s face between his hands and kissed him hungrily. Cupid walked him backwards to a chair and pushed him down, dropping carefully to his knees. � No, baby, you don�t�� � Shh,� Cupid whispered, interrupting him, � I want to.� He hadn�t been able to suck Strife for a while without feeling sick. Then even once he�d felt better, Strife wouldn�t let him do it, and he�d missed it. He untied the fastenings to Strife�s pants and hitched them down, before burying his face in his groin. He inhaled deeply and gripped Strife�s thighs, pushing them further apart. Flicking his tongue from side to side, he licked his way slowly up Strife�s erection. Strife groaned, � Gods, baby, missed this.� Cupid grinned, before swallowing him whole. � Shit!� Strife gasped. Cupid�s strong grip prevented him from thrusting upwards. Cupid�s tongue didn�t stop moving, as his head bobbed up and down, and it was driving Strife mad. � Please, more,� he whimpered. Cupid took a firmer grip with his lips and began to move faster, inching his way further down Strife�s cock with each suck, until it hit the back of his throat. Strife clutched his hair and moaned. Cupid let go of his hips and swallowed, just as Strife slammed up into his mouth. Strife came with a wail, seed jetting directly down Cupid�s throat. Cupid pulled back a little so he could taste his husband. � Love ya, love ya baby,� Strife whispered. Cupid let Strife slip out of his mouth and looked up. He smiled, he loved putting that soppy, glazed look on Strife�s face. Strife looked down and smiled happily. He pulled Cupid up and kissed him softly. He placed his hand over the mark he�d made on Cupid�s shoulder. Cupid mirrored his gesture and shivered as their love flowed through them. They kissed deeper as he began to shudder. His hand clutched convulsively at Strife�s shoulder, as his climax hit him hard. � Oh Gods, Strife. That was,� Cupid gasped. � I know,� whispered Strife, � I felt it.� They grinned at each other. Strife kissed Cupid again, then helped him to his feet. His head cocked suddenly and he grimaced. � Who was it?� Cupid asked. � Mom, it�s my turn ta watch Zeus,� Strife pouted. � Oh come on, it�s not like it�s hard work,� Cupid ruffled his hair. � Hey!� Strife muttered, flicking his hair back into place. � Anyway ya try watching our grandfather bangin� anythin� with a pulse half tha time, and pissin� about with his poor worshippahs the rest.� � Euw, that was a visual I didn�t need!� Cupid felt slightly sick. *Get your fucking ass in gear, Strife!* � And fuck you too, Mom!� Strife muttered. � I gotta go, baby.� � �kay,� Cupid kissed him one last time. Strife grinned at him and vanished. Cupid sighed. He wondered if he�d managed to make Strife forget about his errant priests. Probably not, but who cared, it was fun anyway. He didn�t realise how soppy and glazed his own expression was at that moment. |