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| Title: One Year Author: Hergerbabe Fandom: Xena Pairing: Cupid/Strife Rating: NC-17 Category: AU Archive: AJCS, Druid�s site Sequel/Series: Part of the Life Sucks Series, set between Life Sucks and Life�s a Bitch Disclaimer: No, they�re not mine Happy Birthday Catherine, this is for you, and of course for Christine, as always, still missing you babe! One Year Strife lay in bed, brooding. He supposed he should be grateful that he was ill enough not to have to go to the Spring Dance. He wasn�t sure he could stand having to watch Cupid dance with other people. Ms Jones was such a bitch, forcing everyone to go, and it wasn�t fair, because he wanted to dance with his boyfriend. But it wasn�t going to happen, they couldn�t risk discovery. Cupid was a jock, if anyone knew he was gay, his life would be hell. Strife�s life was already hell, at school anyway. At least they had the library, they could sneak away to spend some time together occasionally. It helped a little. After all, their chances to be together were rare enough with Cupid�s parents being such assholes. The main rub, was that Cupid had a valid excuse to be out and Strife couldn�t be there. Their first anniversary and they had to spend it apart. Strife wasn�t sure which would have been worse. Being apart altogether, or being so close but having to remain apart. At this point, Strife felt as though he�d rather be at the dance, to at least be able to watch Cupid, maybe sneak a kiss later. Strife sighed and rolled over onto his back. No matter how hard it was for them, it was worth it. Strife had known right from the start that it would be difficult for them to spend time together and he�d accepted it. And the times they did have together made up for the secrecy and sneaking around. But very occasionally, like tonight, Strife wished things were different. Even if it was just Cupid�s parents letting up on him a little, if they just let him go out like a normal kid, they would have so much more time. �Ah, fuck!� Strife exclaimed, smacking the bed. He hadn�t seen Cupid for three days. He supposed he should be used to it by now, but it was their anniversary, he wanted, needed to see Cupid. Strife rolled over again, reaching over to the coffee table to pick up the present he�d bought Cupid. He stared at it, still a little unsure about actually giving it to his boyfriend. He played with it, staring blankly for a while, before he put it away again, with a sigh. He lay back, folding his arms under his head and he stared at the ceiling, cursing himself softly. The sound of the front door slamming startled him out of his moping and he sat up, frowning at the lounge door, wondering who it could be. The door opened and the light was switched on. �Cupid!� Strife grinned in delight. His boyfriend smiled back. Strife stared, Cupid filled out his tux very nicely. �Damn Cupe, you look� wow.� Cupid chuckled. He walked over and sat down. �You look better,� he said quietly. �I feel better,� Strife nodded, reaching out to take Cupid�s hand, �What are you doing here?� �I snuck out of the dance,� Cupid replied. �Why?� Strife asked. Cupid shook his head. �Why do you think?� he leaned forward and cuffed the back of Strife�s head gently. �Apart from the fact it�s our anniversary, you�ve been ill all week and I haven�t been here, baby,� Cupid sighed and pulled Strife into a hug. Strife clung to his strong lover happily. �It�s okay, Cupie, �Res said he was keeping you up to date.� Cupid shook his head, �I know, but I wanted to be *with* you.� �Cupe, don�t you dare beat yourself up about this. I wasn�t too bad, and I know you�d have been here if you could,� Strife whispered, stroking Cupid�s back reassuringly. �You�re too good, you know that?� Cupid pulled back to smile at him. Strife grinned, �Yeah well, you�re worth it. Now, you gonna kiss me or what? I�m not contagious anymore,� Strife raised an eyebrow. �Like I�d care if you were,� Cupid chuckled, �Three days is too long to be without you.� He leaned forward and cupped Strife�s cheek. Their lips met gently and Strife moaned as Cupid�s tongue probed for entry. Strife wrapped his arms round Cupid and deepened the kiss hungrily. Lips clung together, tongues twining, tasting. Cupid pulled back, panting heavily, �Wait, baby.� Strife blinked, �Huh?� Cupid smiled again, �I have plans for tonight.� �Oh, and they don�t involve kissing?� Strife asked in bemusement. �Oh absolutely, baby.� Cupid got up and went over to the stereo, where he slipped in a CD and hit play. Soft music filled the room and Strife smiled. Cupid walked back over to the bed and plucked the flower from his lapel. He held it out to Strife who took it with a giggle. �What are you up to?� Strife shook his head and pinned the flower to his pyjama collar. �I want to dance with my boyfriend,� Cupid whispered, leaning over him and brushing his hair back. �If you�re feeling up to it, baby.� �Oh yeah,� Strife sighed happily. He let Cupid pull him out of the bed and into his arms. He wrapped his arms round Cupid�s neck and Cupid slid his arms round his waist, pulling him close. Strife lay his head on Cupid�s shoulder and they moved slowly together, swaying gently to the music. �This is more like it,� Cupid sighed. He dropped his hands to Strife�s ass. �Ooh,� Strife grinned and nuzzled Cupid�s neck. He moved his arms down, squeezing them under Cupid�s so he could grasp his boyfriend�s ass in his turn. �Does this part of the plan involve kissing?� he asked cheekily. Cupid laughed, �Oh definitely.� Strife lifted his head from Cupid�s shoulder, sighing when Cupid captured his mouth again. His lips parted quickly and he sucked Cupid�s tongue gently into his mouth. Cupid�s hands tightened on his ass and Strife moved a little closer so their bodies were pressed together. Then he pulled away again, grinning at Cupid�s moan of complaint. �What?� Cupid asked breathlessly. �You�re wearing too many clothes, Cupie,� Strife whispered suggestively. Cupid stood back and cocked his head, staring at Strife contemplatively, �So are you, baby.� Strife smirked and pulled his pyjama top over his head. �Ah, yeah,� Cupid sighed. Strife chuckled, �Come on, Cupe, keep up.� Cupid hurriedly took off his jacket, then bent over to pull off his shoes and socks. Strife stepped forward and yanked off Cupid�s tie, then unbuttoned his shirt. �Damn, Cupe,� Strife breathed. He slid his hands under the shirt, caressing soft, smooth skin. Cupid gasped. Strife�s fingers trailed down to his waistband and started to work on the button. Cupid closed his eyes as his pants were pulled open and Strife�s hand slipped into his shorts. Slim fingers curled round his erection, squeezing gently. Strife grinned at the look on Cupid�s face and moved back, pulling his hand out of his lover�s pants. �Huh?� Cupid opened his eyes in confusion. Strife chuckled and slipped off his pyjama bottoms. �Oh,� Cupid nodded, �Good plan.� He quickly stripped off the rest of his clothes and they stood, staring at each other. Cupid frowned, �You�ve lost a little weight, baby.� Strife sighed, �Yeah, I know. Haven�t been up to eating much.� Cupid closed the gap between them and pulled Strife close again. They started to dance again slowly, Cupid gently tracing Strife�s ribs where they protruded more than usual. �I�m sorry, baby,� Cupid whispered. Strife sighed, knowing Cupid still felt guilty about not being there while he was ill. �Lover, I told you, it�s okay.� Cupid rested his forehead against Strife�s and gazed into his eyes. �I love you, Strife.� �I know,� Strife said quietly, �I love you, Cupid.� He smiled at Cupid and leaned forward to kiss him gently. �You want to move this dance to the bed?� he whispered. �Yes,� Cupid replied fervently. Strife walked backwards, drawing Cupid with him until his legs hit the bed. He sat down and then lay back, pulling Cupid down on top of him. He slid his hands down Cupid�s back to his ass and wriggled until their cocks were lined up together. Strife sighed in satisfaction and rolled his hips. �Oh, baby, you feel so good,� Cupid whispered, thrusting against him. �Missed you,� Strife mumbled against Cupid�s cheek. �Missed you too, baby,� Cupid propped himself on his elbows and smiled down at Strife. They rocked together slowly to the rhythm of the music, hands exploring, lips meeting gently. �Cupe?� Strife whispered. �Yeah, baby?� �Lube�s on the table,� Strife smiled. �Are you sure?� Cupid asked, a note of concern in his voice. �Yeah, Cupe,� Strife reached up to stroke Cupid�s hair, �I want you inside me, like our first night.� Cupid smiled gently, �A whole year, Strife. I can�t believe you�ve stuck with me so long.� Strife frowned slightly and stopped moving, �Are you nuts? I never expected you to put up with *me* so long.� �Don�t be stupid, Strife,� Cupid lifted himself up and knelt between Strife�s legs. �It�s my fault we hardly have any time together.� Strife sighed and sat up. �Which makes what time we do have more precious. I�m not stupid because I love you, Cupe,� Strife shook his head. �But�� �No, Cupid,� Strife frowned, �We are not arguing about this and definitely not today. Loving you makes it worth it, you got that?!� Cupid�s eyes glistened and he nodded. �Sorry, baby. Sometimes I just think it�s not fair on you.� Strife closed his eyes briefly and sighed. He leaned forward and dropped his head onto Cupid�s chest. �It�s not fair on either of us, Cupe. But I told you, remember, any way I can have you, I want. Unless,� Strife�s chest clenched suddenly in fear, �Unless *you* don�t think it�s worth it.� He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath. �What?� Cupid exclaimed, �Now you *are* being stupid. Strife, I love you, I want to be with you. Every second we�re apart, I dream about when we�ll be together again. I�m never giving you up!� Strife released his breath in a sigh of relief. He sat back again. �Good. Damn, Cupe, don�t scare me like that,� Strife shook his head. Cupid reached out and pulled him back against his chest. �How long have you been worrying about this?� Strife whispered. �I don�t know, a while I guess. I�m sorry, baby. I just love you so much, it hurts that I have to sneak around just to see you,� Cupid sighed. �I know, Cupe. But it�s never going to be a reason to give up on us, okay? I love you too,� Strife said firmly. Cupid nodded and held him tight. �Strife?� �Yes, love?� �Make love to me,� Cupid whispered. Strife lifted his head and smiled. �Yes, love,� he whispered back. He pulled back gently and shifted round, pushing Cupid down onto the bed. Cupid turned onto his back and bent his legs, spreading them wide. �Oh, Cupe,� Strife sighed. His cock hardened again and he leaned over Cupid, kissing him softly. He reached between Cupid�s legs and slowly ran a finger up his lover�s rapidly filling erection. �Please, baby,� Cupid moaned. Strife sat back again and leaned over the edge of the bed to grab the lube from the table. He slicked up his fingers, then slowly ran one over the entrance to Cupid�s body. Cupid shivered and sighed. Strife gently pushed one finger inside him. He frowned slightly at the lack of resistance. It had been nearly two weeks since he�d been inside Cupid and he raised an eyebrow inquiringly. Cupid flushed lightly and squirmed against the invading digit. �I�ve, uh, I�ve been keeping myself ready.� The image of Cupid using his fingers on himself flashed before Strife�s eyes and he groaned. �Jesus, Cupe!� he licked his lips and pulled his finger out. He took Cupid�s hand, squeezing some lube onto his boyfriend�s fingers. �Show me,� Strife whispered huskily. Cupid�s lips parted and his breath hitched. He nodded and rolled onto his side, bending his top leg up towards his chest. Strife sat back on his heels, watching Cupid breathlessly as his boyfriend reached behind himself and ran his fingers over his asshole. Both boys moaned and Strife wrapped his hand around his cock, stroking slowly. Cupid gently probed his hole, slipping one finger into the ring of muscle. A second quickly joined it, pushing deeper, twisting and scissoring. Strife panted and stopped touching himself. His lover looked so hot, his naked, strong body stretched out, head flung back ecstatically, fingers embedded inside his tight asshole. A third finger pressed inside and Strife�s cock jerked in response to the sight. Cupid moaned again and his back arched, ass thrusting back against his fingers. Strife grabbed the lube and slicked up his aching cock. He reached for Cupid�s leg and his lover looked up. �Need you now,� Strife growled. Cupid nodded, wide eyed and pulled his fingers out, rolling onto his back again. Strife quickly pushed Cupid�s legs back and apart and lay between them. He bent down for a brief, but fierce kiss, then reared back up, placing his cock at Cupid�s slick, reddened hole. Cupid grasped his hips and pulled him forward. Strife sank into the tight, hot passage with a groan. He dropped down on top of Cupid, who wrapped his arms and legs round him. �Fuck me, Strife, please. Need it, need you,� Cupid moaned. Strife lifted his head and stared at Cupid as he pulled back and then drove forward hard. �Oh,� Cupid gasped, eyelids fluttering. He pressed up and Strife felt the rigid length of Cupid�s erection dig into his stomach. Strife lifted himself up, thrusting harder into Cupid�s willing body. �Touch yourself,� he growled. Cupid nodded breathlessly and reached between them to grip his cock. They both looked down to where their hips joined, watching Cupid�s hand work his shaft to the same rhythm that Strife was plunging inside his body. �Fuck, Cupe,� Strife panted, �Too much!� He braced himself and began to pound into Cupid, harder and faster. Cupid arched up against him with a cry and hot liquid splashed Strife�s chest even as Cupid�s ass clamped down around his cock. �Cupe!� Strife moaned. He plunged deep into Cupid�s limp body with his release. Strife dropped down onto his lover�s larger body again, panting hard. Cupid�s arms wrapped round him again and he sighed happily, nuzzling against the strong chest under his cheek. When he found the strength, Strife lifted himself up and pulled out of Cupid, rearranging himself in the crook of Cupid�s arm. �Thank you, baby,� Cupid whispered. �It was more than a pleasure, believe me, Cupe,� Strife chuckled. Cupid hugged him, then pulled away, getting off the bed. �Hey,� Strife complained, �Where are you going?� �I�ve got something for you,� Cupid replied, bending over to retrieve his jacket. Strife grinned, �The view is plenty, lover.� Cupid glanced at him and wiggled his ass with a small chuckle at the look on Strife�s face. He straightened and sat back down on the bed. �Happy anniversary, Strife.� He held out a small package, looking decidedly nervous. Strife bit his lip and took it, raising an eyebrow at Cupid�s expression. He unwrapped the present, revealing a velvet box. �Cupe?� he looked up at his lover, blinking in surprise. �Open it,� Cupid whispered, his leg was bouncing jerkily so Strife hurriedly opened the small box. He gaped and pulled out the simple, silver band, �I� oh Cupe.� �I didn�t know, I wasn�t sure� is it too much? I�� Cupid stuttered. �Shh,� Strife reached out and placed a gentle finger on Cupid�s lips, �Wait.� He leaned over Cupid and grabbed his own present, �Happy anniversary, Cupid.� He held the box out to Cupid. Cupid blinked at him and took it. �Go on, open it,� Strife whispered. Cupid opened the box hesitantly, then he smiled. �Strife,� he said quietly. He pulled out the almost matching ring, which was threaded on a silver chain. �I, I thought it�d be easier for you to wear it like that,� Strife said quietly, trying not to cry. Cupid swallowed hard. �I love you, baby,� he said shakily. He put the chain on and held up the ring, staring at it. Then he took the ring Strife was still holding and slipped it onto his finger, kissing it gently. Strife hugged him, chest tight from suppressed tears, �I love you too.� They snuggled up on the bed, happily wrapped up in each other, looking forward to another year together. The end |
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