Joxer the Mighty
Master of virility.
He never pauses when he licks
Upon his lover's swollen prick.
Neither of them thinks it's wrong
To keep on fucking all day long.
He's Joxer--Joxer the mighty!

"Trouble!! Get your ass in here now!" Ares stomped through his temple in Sparta, lashing out with a blaze of energy at the occasional wall or pillar.

Joxer, the God of Trouble, appeared in a flash of light. Looking around at the destruction, he asked sarcastically, "You bellowed?"

Ares rounded on him. "What in Tartarus did you think you were doing?!"

Joxer raised an eyebrow and looked the furious War God straight in the eye. "Which time are you referring to, exactly?"

Ares snarled and raised an arm, preparing to blast the impudent little god back to Olympus.

Joxer ducked just in time to miss being struck by a bold of power. Scrambling back up he brushed himself off, looking at Ares with an angry glint in his eyes. "What in Hades is your problem!"

"My Problem? My problem?" He grabbed Joxer by an arm and pulled him to the entrance of the temple. Waving a hand at the scene before them, he seethed, "That is the problem -- and it is not mine! It happens to be yours!"

Joxer looked out. Ares' temple was located on a hill in the outskirts of Sparta, and its position gave it an advantageous view of the valley below. A valley which at that very moment contained an army of Spartan warriors, who were systematically trying to hack each other to pieces. Joxer nodded in satisfaction. His plan had worked! He turned to Ares. "OK, so where is the problem?"

Ares ground his teeth together. "Are you really that stupid!? The army is fighting with itself! It's supposed to be marching north to Mantinaea to fight with their army! What in Hades made you do this!?"

Joxer sighed. "I really don't see why you're so worked up. So the Spartan army is fighting amongst themselves. I have the Mantinaean army doing the same. Either way, our goal is reached."

Ares flung his arms up and stalked back into the main chamber of the temple. "Look, this is my Job. When the population needs to be culled because of famine or some other reason, I make sure the specific cities get into a war in order to accomplish this. It's what I do!"

"So, you just make one city fight another. Over and over again, no variation. Doesn't that get a little, I don't know, boring?" Joxer walked over to where Ares had taken a seat on his throne. "You are the God of War, and trust me, you are good at it. But your work could use a little...spice. Take this little...disruption for example. You wanted these guys to fight each other, killing of the requisite number of men, right?" Ares nodded. "Well, my, um, distraction caused the warriors to fight their own people. So, we still get the proper amount of death with less time spent on marching, campaigning, camping, and so on. And it's different."

Ares snarled, "Why should I care if it's 'different'? How is it any better than what I normally do?"

Joxer created a chair beside him and sat. "Well, for one thing, you eliminate the loss of supplies from the cities that would normally be used on the journey north. Plus, you have fewer innocent casualties from the marching army's raiding and rapine in enemy territory. After all, we are trying to work for the good of the majority. Besides, didn't you find this the least bit interesting? A change of pace from the daily grind?"

Ares snorted, then grinned ruefully. "It was certainly a...new experience." Joxer broke into a broad smile at this admission. Ares started, noticing for the first time how handsome the slim god beside him truly was.

Joxer stood. "Now that that's all cleared up, I have some business to attend to in Argos." He made to leave.

"Wait!" Ares moved toward Joxer, who looked at him in surprise. "Um, I was just wondering if you would like to, maybe, um, work with me on a couple of other wars I have in the making. You know, keep me from getting dull." He flushed slightly as the God of Trouble stared at him for a moment.

"I, um...yeah, that would be good I guess. Just, uh, call me when you need me." Ares nodded. Joxer tilted his head with a puzzled look on his face, then shrugged and flashed away.

Ares sunk back down into his throne. Dropping his head onto his hands, he groaned. "Gods, what am I doing? I'm acting like an idiotic mortal!" He shook himself, then left to see how the Mantinaean fight was progressing.

---

It had been about five months since War and Trouble had teamed up on the battlefield, and the mortal world had noticed a change. No longer did a battle merely consist of slashing the opponent to bits. Now there were subtle treacheries, intricate subplots and treasonous spies to worry about. Warlords rose to the challenge, and the worship of Ares became more pronounced.

---

Ares relaxed on a couch in his Olympian temple, sipping a goblet of wine. Across from him sat Joxer, who at the moment was laughing wickedly over something he had stirred up to bring tempers to a boil in Thebes. Ares practically drooled at the sight of him; head thrown back to expose the pale skin of his neck, shirt open down the front giving him the occasional glimpse of a pink nipple. He closed his eyes, imagining that slim body writhing under him, flushed with passion.

Joxer quieted and took a closer look at Ares. Eyes closed, a blush staining his skin, breath rapid -- could he be sick. Concerned, he crossed over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you OK?"

Ares started, his fantasy disrupted. Swallowing, he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to Joxer's face. Not knowing how he appeared, he was surprised when the other god gasped and stepped back quickly.

When Ares looked up, Joxer was struck. By the gods...he's beautiful! He gasped when he realized what he had thought, and moved away. What in Hades am I thinking? He's a man! And...Gods -- he'd kill me if he knew what I was thinking. I have to get out of here! "I, um, I have to, uh, go ...go ...take care of ...something. I'll, uh, I'll see you later, OK?" He left swiftly.

Ares looked in confusion at the spot until recently occupied by the God of Trouble. Utterly bewildered, he wondered what had come over Joxer. His eyes widened in realization. Fuck! He must have known...somehow he must have seen how much I want him. Gods! He couldn't even stand to hang around long enough for me to explain. He's disgusted by me. Damn everything to Hades! He flung his goblet across the room, splattering blood-red wine onto a white wall hanging. Ares snorted at the fitting image this made. Brooding, a dark scowl appearing, he stomped out of the chamber.

---

Joxer paced back and forth across his bedchamber. This...is not good! What is happening to me? This is Ares we're talking about! The God of War in case you forgot! He's violent, and big, and...buff...gorgeous eyes...silky hair that I'd just love to run my fingers through...Oh Gods! His cock hardened painfully, and he groaned and flung himself onto his bed.

Staring up at the ceiling, he sighed. What is happening to me? Since when did I start lusting after guys? He turned over on his stomach, burying his face in the pillows. But it's not guys...I could care less about any of the other gods. It's...Ares. He groaned again and flipped back over. Ares...he's just so...big and strong and dominant and...Gods, I bet he's an awesome lover!

Joxer let his hands slip into the front of his shirt. Sliding them under the soft fabric, he rubbed against his nipples, pinching them to hard little peaks. His eyes drifted shut, and he pictured Ares hovering above him. He imagined his hands were Ares' own, skimming gently against his chest. The hands moved down across his belly, massaging the firm muscles. Fingers encountered heavy leather, and with a thought, the clothes melted away.

Joxer lay naked, hands running down his thighs. In his mind, Ares reached a hand for his cock. Wrapping around it and squeezing just a bit, they began to move slowly up and down. A finger swirled around the tip, spreading the drops of juice that had begun to form there. H removed the finger, and brought that hand up to his mouth. Licking, he tasted his own flavor there. He moaned, sucking the finger into his mouth.

Another finger rubbed against the underside of his cock. He thrust his hips up into the air, breathing harshly. Removing the finger from his mouth, he trailed the hand down to cup his balls. Rolling them between his fingers, he imagined Ares mouth around them, sucking and licking. The idea of having Ares between his legs, mouth just inches from his aching cock, almost pushed him over the edge.

Gripping his cock, he pumped quickly up and down, muscles clenching. He squeezed the head of his cock, and the image of it sliding into Ares' mouth flashed behind his eyelids. He screamed as he came hard, semen splattering against his chest.

Panting from his release, he moved a hand to the rapidly cooling fluid coating him. He dipped a finger into it and brought some to his mouth. As he licked the finger clean, he thought of what Ares' seed would taste like. He felt a depression settle over him. Fuck! He'd kill me if I ever really tried anything with him...what am I going to do now?

---

Cupid peered around the Hall. "Dad? You in here?" He heard a loud crash behind him, and turned. What he saw shocked him. Ares was draped across his throne, steadily working his way through what appeared to be his entire stock of alcohol. Jugs lay shattered around him, and as Cupid watched, he finished off another and hurled it against a pillar.

"Um, Dad? You OK?" He flinched as the War God glared at him balefully. "Ooo-kaaay...I'm guessing that would be a 'no', huh?" Ares' lips curled up into a snarl. Cupid cleared his throat nervously and looked around. His nose wrinkled at the mess...the smell didn't help much either! "This place is, like, way disgusting, Dad." He tilted his head, then with a burst of energy, cleared out the dirt and trash.

Ares glanced around and growled, "What the fuck did you do that for?"

"Like, you've gotta be kidding!? This place was so gross, even the roaches were starting to complain!" This earned him another hard glare. An even larger jug of wine than the previous one materialized in Ares' grip.

Cupid shook his head. "I really don't think you need any more of that stuff, Dad." With a thought, he banished the jug.

Ares gaped at his empty hand. How dare he! How dare this intruder interfere with me like this! Rage boiled over in him, and he gathered his power. Lashing out, he felt a wicked satisfaction as the smell of burnt feathers reached his nose. Burnt feathers? What-- He calmed enough for the red haze across his vision to dissipate. Horrified, he stared at what he had done.

Oh, Fuck! The blast of power hit Cupid head on, hurling him against the far wall. Landing with a thud, he coughed painfully, singed wings folded tight against his back. OK, that was so not a good idea. Shit, this hurts! A shadow loomed over him, and he cringed backwards.

Ares winced when his son recoiled from his touch. "Cupid? I didn't...I thought...Gods! I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking...didn't know it was you." Gathering his son's trembling form against his chest, he rocked him gently.

Cupid relaxed in his father's embrace. "I know, Dad. I should've remembered you tend to lose control when you're really pissed." He wrapped his arms around Ares and hugged him.

Ares shuddered in remorse. "I'm so sorry. I would never have hurt you...never have done this if I'd --"

"Hey, chill. I'll be OK."

Ares pulled back, taking in the image of his son, bruises forming on his cheek and wings still smoking slightly. "I'd heal you if I could. If gods could fix the damage they do to each other. I can't tell you how --"

"OK, I get it! You're sorry!" Cupid chuckled at his father's repeated apologies. Then he sobered. "How about you make it up by telling me why you did it? What's got you so messed up?" Ares flushed and tried to pull away, but Cupid held tight. He narrowed his eyes and reached out with his power. What he found made him gasp in surprise. "You're in love!" he blurted out.

Ares tore himself away, rising to his feet and stalking across the room. "I'm the God of War...I do not fall in love!" He seated himself rigidly.

Cupid snorted. "Yeah...right. You're just turning into a wino 'cause you've got time on your hands. Pull the other one, Pops!"

Ares snarled at the name, then slumped down in his throne. "It's not love...It can't be love! I just...I'll get over it."

Cupid looked at the dejected picture his father made. He walked over and began to speak sympathetically. "So, what's the prob? Is she, like, mortal? Married? Not interested? I can do the arrow thing on her if you want."

Ares glared at his son, then sighed. "No, he is not mortal, or married..." he trailed off.

Cupid froze. OK, that was...unexpected. So, Dad's in love with a guy...a god to be exact. No prob. I can...I can deal with that. "So, I guess it's the not interested bit, huh?" he said softly. Who'd be stupid enough not to be interested in Dad? He's...well, he's like really hot! He frowned as Ares slumped down even more. He sat on an arm of the throne and placed a hand on his father's shoulder. "Why don't you tell me about it? I AM the Love God...maybe I can help out."

Ares groaned and buried his face in his hands. "Htsme," his voice came out low and muffled.

Cupid blinked. "Um, say again? In Greek this time, please."

Ares lifted his head and whispered, "He hates me."

Cupid's eyes widened. His hand began to gently massage the tense muscles under it. "OK, what makes you say that?"

Ares closed his eyes and, in a quiet voice, began to explain. "We've been...seeing each other. Not like that!" he added hurriedly, "Just...spending time together. Doing stuff. I've been...watching him. Fantasizing about him. He's...there's just something about him that really gets to me."

After a lengthy pause, Cupid prompted, "So, what happened?"

"Yesterday, we were talking. He was sitting across from me, and started laughing. He looked so...edible! I couldn't help it. I closed my eyes to imagine him...well, you know." Cupid chuckled. Ares continued, "Next thing I know, he's standing over me. I look up at him and the strangest expression came over his face. I guess I wasn't hiding too well what I was...feeling. He made some lame excuse and bailed. Couldn't get away from me fast enough. He must have been totally disgusted by me..." his voice trailed off into a dejected whisper.

Cupid felt his own temper begin to simmer. That bastard! How dare he do that to Dad! I'll...I'll kill him! Gritting his teeth, he tried to make his voice sound a normal as possible. "Well, who is this mysterious god? He is a god, yes?" His eyebrows rose when his father's skin turned a bright red.

I can't believe I'm talking to my son about this! Gods...it must be love. Shit! "It's Joxer." he said shortly.

Cupid stared blankly. Joxer? Who in Tartarus is Joxer? I don't...wait a sec. Joxer? The God of Trouble Joxer? He's the guy Pops is head over heels for? No way! "So, like, the God of Trouble, huh?"

Ares nodded sullenly.

Cupid leaned down to hug him comfortingly. "Hey, don't worry. I'm sure things will work out. Now --" he looked down at his soot-covered clothes, "-- I am gonna go change. These threads are, like, history!" He smiled before he disappeared. "Love ya Pops!" His eyes hardened. Joxer is sooo toast!

---

Come on, where are you? Shielded, Cupid moved unseen through the halls of the building. It had taken him a while to find out where Joxer stayed; none of the other gods seemed to know much about him. Plus, he'd needed to change into something more...suitable to his task. All in all, he was getting annoyed at the length of time it was taking him to complete this self-appointed mission.

Hearing a sound from one of the rooms, he moved silently inside. Once there, he received the second major shock of his day. A pale, slender form lay sprawled face down across the bed, shoulders shaking as muffled sobs rose from the figure. Frowning, he again reached out with his power. Oh, you have gotta be kidding me! He slowly dropped his shields, becoming visible.

Joxer stiffened at the slight sound behind him. The rustling of...wings? He rolled over quickly, gazing in confusion at the blond-haired, winged god standing by his bed. Wiping his eyes angrily, he snarled, "Who the fuck are you? And why are you here?"

Cupid caught his breath when Joxer turned, revealing bloodshot eyes and a tear-stained, puffy face. Hades! He's got it as bad as Dad does! So why the fuck aren't they together? He perched on the side of the bed. He smiled brightly, wincing a bit as the action pulled against his bruises. "I'm Cupid, God of Love."

Joxer watched as the slightly battered god made himself at home on his bed. "And your point is?"

Cupid rolled his eyes. "Duh! God of love here! I can tell when someone's in love...and when their heart is breaking. You're sending out major bad vibes here." Which was true, now that he stopped to check. "Why do you think I showed up?" He dismissed the small fib. Hey, why get on the guy's bad side with something as insignificant as the truth?

Joxer bolted upright. "I am not in love!"

"Yeah, sure, and that's not my dad's name written all over that torn up scroll over there, I suppose?" >i?Gods, are these two like in major denial, or what!
Joxer blushed guiltily, then started. "Your...dad? Ares?"

"Duh! Like, I thought everyone knew that!"

"Well, obviously not everyone did! And you don't have to worry about it -- I am not in love with your father!"

"Uh-huh," Cupid scoffed. "You can't lie to me about these things. So give...what's so bad about being in love with my dad?"

Realizing that denile was pointless, Joxer flopped back down on the bed, heaving a great sigh. "Look, he's Ares! God of War! I'm just...Joxer. He could have anyone, why would he want me? Besides, it wouldn't work...I mean, we're both guys."

Cupid stared at him for a moment. "So? What's that got to do with anything?"

Joxer snorted. "Like your dad would ever want a guy. He's so...butch! If I tried anything with him, he'd blast me from here to Tartarus!" Like I'd even know what to do with him. How does a guy make a move on another guy anyway? Somehow I don't think 'Hey Ares, wanna fuck?' would be appropriate. Ha! I don't even know how two guys would have sex. And why am I thinking about this!?

Cupid smirked. Boy, are you in for a surprise! He affected a concerned look. "Well, you'd better learn to deal with it quick! I just came from Dad's, and he's real upset about something. If you really want to be a friend, maybe you should see if you can find out what's wrong."

Joxer took a closer look at the young god. He noticed the darkening bruises, and spots on the wings that appeared to be...singed? "What happened to you?"

Cupid shrugged nonchalantly. "No biggie. Like I said, Dad's upset and --"

"Your father did that to you!? Ares? What in Hades was that bastard thinking?" I'll kill him! How could he do that to his own son? That's...that's despicable!

Cupid was taken aback at the anger in Joxer's voice. He's really mad! At Pops! Because he hurt me. That's...that's sooo sweet! Oh man, I gotta make sure these two hook up. They'd make a totally perfect couple! "Hey, chill! He apologized and all. Just...go talk to him, OK? For me?"

"Oh, you bet I will! That dirty, stinking..." He flashed out still muttering, determined to have it out with the War God.

Cupid snickered. This I gotta see! He followed, making sure his shields were up so he was undetectable.

---

Joxer flashed into Ares' Main Hall, seething with anger. "Ares!" The cry echoed through the chamber. When he received no reply, he flung a ball of energy at an ornate chair, blasting it to dust. Continuing this action on other items throughout the room, he was too distracted to notice the small displacement of air which indicated the presence of a shielded god.

Cupid gawked at the destruction. Woah, he is, like, totally pissed. This is so cool! I can't believe he's standing up to Ares...that takes major guts. He summoned some of his favorite munchies and settled back to watch the show. Wonder who I should cheer for? He snickered.

Ares felt the power signature of another god in his domain, sensed the damage that had been wrought. Irritated, he transported himself to the source. There, he saw Joxer, blue sparks of energy crackling off him. What the--? He crossed his arms over his chest, lifting an eyebrow condescendingly. "You..." he looked around, "...rang?"

"Oh, don't you take that superior attitude with me, buddy!" Joxer moved to stand directly in front of Ares. "You bastard, I should knock you around the room, see how you like it!" He poked the muscled chest to emphasize his words. Muscled...? Stop thinking about his body! You are mad at him, remember!?

Ares' jaw dropped. He's...threatening me? me? Is he insane!? "Are you insane? You do realize you're threatening the God of War, don't you? I should tear you apart for that!"

"Oh, sure. Hey, I know -- why don't we get Cupid in here for you to go after again? I'm sure you know him...your son I believe? Tell me, did you enjoy giving him those bruises? And his wings! You fucking burnt his wings! What in Hades kind of father are you!?"

Oooh, bad move, Jox. Do not dis the guy's parental skills. He totally hates that! Cupid shifted, fanning his wings nervously as he awaited his father's reaction.

Ares stood still for a moment, frozen in shock. His eyes narrowed, and he hissed, "What gives you any right to judge me? You know nothing about the situation!"

"Nothing, huh?" Joxer sneered. "Then why did he turn up at my place looking the way he did after a visit to his 'upset' father, hmmm? Somehow I doubt he just got caught in a draft that ruffled him up a bit."

"What makes you -- wait a minute. What was Cupid doing at your place anyway?" He glared at the God of Trouble suspiciously. To his complete surprise, the god's normally pale skin brightened to a deep red.

Hey, I never knew anyone could turn that shade! Cupid smothered a burst of laughter.

Feeling his cheeks heat, Joxer went on the defensive. "That's not the point! The point is you hurt your son! He's just a kid. How could you do something so...so..." Unable to find a word strong enough to convey his feelings on the matter, he threw his hands up in exasperation.

I am not a kid! Cupid pouted, poking out his bottom lip. I'm almost 100 years old!

Ares raised his voice, "It was an accident! I would never knowingly hurt my son!"

"Accident! How do you unintentionally do that kind of damage to someone?" It was a toss-up as to who was shouting louder now.

"I didn't know it was him! I was too upset and...and drunk to think straight!"

At this reminder, Joxer thought of Cupid's concern for his father's state and calmed slightly. "What could possibly get to you so badly that you'd lose control like that?" he asked in as reasonable a tone as he could manage.

Ares' mouth snapped shut. A stubborn expression appeared, and his jaw clenched.

Joxer was confused. What did I say? Why is he reacting like that?

Cupid slapped his forehead. Come on guys! Get with the program! Will one of you just give and admit what you're feeling already!?

Ares paced back and forth for a moment before rounding on Joxer and gritting out accusingly, "Why did you leave like that yesterday, huh? Decided I'm not good enough for you to be around anymore?"

Joxer blinked. What--? "What in Hades gave you that idea!" His voice rose again.

"Gee, I don't know," Ares spat out sarcastically. "Maybe it has something to do with the fact that you were acting like you couldn't get away from me fast enough!"

"What!? It's not...it wasn't like that! I couldn't...I had to leave. Otherwise I would have screwed up the entire friendship I thought we were building the last few months." Joxer backed away from Ares, as if he were trying to escape.

Ares followed, grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him lightly. "How? What could you have possibly done that would have made things any worse than they are now?" he shouted, frustration evident in his tone.

Shit! Don't do it...don't even think about it! You'll ruin everything you idiot! He stared at the angry (and extremely sexy) god. Oh, fuck... Ignoring the inner voice that was babbling incessantly about what a bad idea this was, Joxer lifted his hands to Ares' chest. "I'd have done this," he whispered, and moved his hands behind Ares' head, pulling him closer. Gods, I'm so sorry, Ares. He pressed their lips together, tongue slipping out to tease gently.

Yes! Cupid cheered silently.

Ares froze when Joxer touched him. His mind had barely registered the whispered confession when he was pulled into a kiss. Oh...my...Gods! He closed his eyes, reveling in the warmth of the other's soft skin. His arms reached around to clutch the slim back, drawing their chests tight together. He opened his mouth, sucking the probing tongue inside.

Joxer nearly fainted in shock when Ares, instead of beating him to a pulp, opened his mouth to deepen the kiss, holding him close. He groaned, then applied himself to tasting the other god thoroughly. Closing his eyes, he gave himself up to the sensation.

Cupid fanned himself. Whooo...somebody hose those two down! No, wait, never mind, I did not mean that. Damn, but those two are hot!

Ares lost himself in the feel of Joxer. His hands moved down to curve around the deliciously curved cheeks of his ass. He applied pressure, bringing Joxer's erection into contact with his own hard mound.

Joxer's eyes flew open at the unfamiliar feeling. With an effort, he pulled away, panting harshly. His let his eyes travel over the tanned, muscular form, taking in the evidence of Ares' extreme desire. Meeting his gaze, Joxer gasped at the heat and passion he found there, and felt his legs weaken.

Ares' stare practically devoured the other god. Might as well go for broke. He brushed a hand gently across the soft, flushed face of the god he now realized he loved. "I want you," he whispered, husky voice thick with emotion. "I...I love you." Having bared his soul, he waited for a reaction.

Joxer gaped in disbelief. He...loves me? How--? He can't-- Then he saw how tense Ares was, back stiff as he anticipated rejection. He loves me. He...does! Oh, gods! His lips curved in a warm smile. Catching Ares' hand with his own, he looked directly into those dark eyes and gave up his heart. "I love you, too."

At the words, Ares sagged in profound relief. He hugged Joxer close, pressing kisses into his silky hair. The two embraced for a long moment, then Ares whispered, "I want...I want to be with you. Now. Will you...share my bed? Let me love you?"

Joxer trembled with barely restrained desire and nodded shakily. "Oh yes. Yes, my love."

The two gods exchanged tender glances, then disappeared in a shower of sparkles.

Cupid watched them go, trying desperately to control his breathing. I think...I think I'm jealous. That was so...Wow! I'd so love to watch the rest, but I guess I should let them have some privacy. Still, that would be a sight... His eyes glazed as a series of mental images paraded across his vision. He groaned. Down, boy! Try to remember...he's your father -- he's your father and Joxer is his now. Keep telling yourself that! Oh...Damn! Glaring in exasperation at the persistent bulge in his clothes, he sighed and flashed away. Maybe Mom's got a nice orgy going on somewhere that I can visit...

---

Arriving in Ares' bedchamber, Joxer glanced around curiously. He quirked an eyebrow at the black bedsheets, black rugs, black wall hangings, the list went on. "I'm sensing a theme here. Do you have something against, I don't know, color?"

Ares looked around, seeing his room through Joxer's eyes. He let out a low chuckle. "I suppose it is a bit...dark. It's just...it's what fit me for so long." He gathered Joxer against him. "Help me redecorate sometime?"

Joxer caught his breath. Seeing that Ares was serious, he nodded. "I'd like that." Then he peered nervously at the bed that dominated the room. He swallowed.

Ares noticed his uneasiness. "What's wrong?" Damn, he's not having second thoughts about this, is he?

Joxer cleared his throat. "Um, nothing. Nothings wrong. It's just, um, I've never, you know, done...this...with another guy. I uh, I don't want you to be disappointed with me or anything. Because, I really don't know what I'm doing here." He scuffed a foot against the floor.

Ares was speechless. He's...a virgin? Gods! I...I can't...I don't... He broke into a broad grin. I'll be his first! His expression turned swiftly to fury. I'd sure as Hades better be his only one! He quickly regained control of himself before Joxer could notice, and moved to reassure him. "I could never be disappointed in you. You're...you're giving me something special. Something you've never given anyone else. That's...something I'm not even worthy of."

Joxer smiled a bit. "Teach me then? So I'll know what to do."

Ares took his hand and looked him in the eyes. "I would never truly hurt you. You know that, don't you?" Once Joxer had agreed, he slowly led him to the edge of the bed. Stepping away, he undressed himself carefully, aware of Joxer's burning gaze on his flesh.

Joxer's pulse quickened as each bit of bronzed flesh was revealed. He ached to touch it, to run his hands across the chest and down the back, caressing every inch of warm skin. "Do it." The whispered encouragement startled him briefly, then he reached out.

Ares moaned when the hand made contact with his shoulder, then moved slowly down. A fingertip circled his nipple, which stiffened eagerly, as did a certain other body part. He closed his eyes as the fingers then trailed down his stomach.

Joxer watched as a mere touch of his fingers made the dark nipple harden. His gaze dropped lower, where he saw Ares' cock rise, growing hard and heavy with need. He moved his hand lower, dipping briefly into the belly button. Feeling daring, he leaned forward and breathed gently on the stiff nipple, then flicked his tongue out to taste.

When he felt the warm wetness against his sensitive skin, Ares gasped sharply. The mouth disappeared. Ares opened his eyes quickly to see Joxer giving him a worried look. "Why did you stop?"

Joxer breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought maybe you didn't like that. Maybe...maybe you should show me what you like first, that way I don't mess up." His face gave evidence of his very real desire to have Ares touch him.

Ares leered. "I think I can do that. Let's see...first, we need to get you naked." With a flick of his wrist, Joxer's clothes vanished. Joxer shivered as the cool air brushed against his fevered skin. "Don't worry, I'll soon warm you up." Ares reached out to stroke the pale flesh.

Joxer grew dizzy as the hands mapped every surface of his body. Well, almost every one. His cock rose against his belly, begging for a touch. He then felt the hands pulling him down onto the bed, and he complied willingly. He lay facing Ares, their breath mingling as their bodies rubbed sensuously against each other.

Ares moved his hands across Joxer's slim body, pulling on his hips to bring their cocks close together. He thrust against him, sliding against the slick hardness.

Joxer drew in a breath as his cock came into contact with another for the first time in his experience. An electric shock coursed through him and he began to rock urgently against the solid body of his lover.

As their movements became more forceful, Ares leaned in to capture Joxer's lips with his own. Their tongues dueled, slipping wetly against each other, in and out of the other's mouth. Ares growled and nipped at the smooth flesh, moving his mouth down the creamy skin of Joxer's neck. He licked the salty skin, then bit gently. As he sucked passionately, Joxer writhed against him in ecstasy. Pulling back, he grinned smugly at the dark red mark left behind.

The suction against his neck drove Joxer wild. His fingers scraped wildly over Ares' back, leaving behind red trails.

Ares hissed at the sensation, treasuring every mark. Returning to Joxer's mouth, now swollen and tender, he plundered the hot recesses. Removing a hand from Joxer's hip, he took hold of both of their cocks in a firm grip, making his lover cry out. He began a steady rhythm, moving in time to their frenzied thrusts.

Gods, so good. I never knew...never dreamed it would be like this! Joxer whimpered, straining for climax, feeling it just beyond his reach. Then Ares gave a sharp cry, and his cock pulsed, sending spurts of milky fluid to cover their chests and bellies. Feeling his lover cum against him was too much. Joxer shuddered and came, Ares' name on his lips. His seed mingled with Ares', spreading in a slick puddle over their skin.

Ares held his love tight, comforting him as their breathing slowed. After a bit, he pulled away, pushing Joxer onto his back. Leaning over him, trailed a finger through the cooling fluid on the pale stomach. Lifting the shiny finger to his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it as he met Joxer's wondering gaze.

Joxer's pupils dilated at the sheer eroticism of the act. Reaching for Ares, he mirrored the action, marveling at the tangy taste of their mixed essences. Enjoying the heady flavor, he proceeded to remove all traces of the fluid from his lover's body. Ares returned the favor, and they licked each other clean.

Joxer lay his head on Ares' chest, playing idly with a nipple. Rubbing it gently, he sighed contentedly. "That was wonderful, Ares. Can we do it again?"

Ares smiled. "Anytime. Um, how about now?"

Joxer looked up at Ares' face, noticing the lustful expression there, then down to where his cock was again swelling. Reaching down, he grasped the organ and pumped it slowly, while turning his head to suck at the nipple he had been playing with.

Ares arched up, trying to initiate a firmer contact. "Joxer...?"

Joxer paused. "What? Did I not do it right? I can--"

"No, it's wonderful. It's just..." He looked his love, then went on. "I want you to fuck me."

Joxer stared blankly at him. "Um, that's...uh...well, how would I go about doing that, exactly? I mean, you're definitely not a girl, so you don't really have the...equipment. Right?"

Ares hugged him close, amused by his naiveté, but trying to hide it. "We'll manage. Trust me. But first we'll need some oil."

"O...kay. Oil. Got it." A pot of oil appeared on the bed beside them. "And what is it I do with the oil?"

"Put some on one of your fingers, then put your finger inside me. You'll have to stretch me so you can fit." He turned over onto his stomach and spread his legs, raising his hips in invitation

Joxer stared in disbelief at the tiny entrance to Ares' body that was revealed. "You're kidding! I'll never fit in there! This is not going to work."

Ares snorted. "Believe me, it works. You just have to...stretch first."

Joxer bit his lip as he ran a hand over the globes of his lover's ass. "You're sure? You've...done this before?" His voice sounded a bit disappointed at that thought.

Hearing that, Ares sat up and gathered him close. "I've fucked men before, yes, so I know how it's done. But I've never had anyone inside me. I just couldn't let any of them do that. You're different, though. I want you in me. I want to be as close to you as possible. And you're the only one who will ever touch that part of me."

Joxer melted at the love he heard in Ares' voice. "The same goes for me. No one else but you, Ares."

The two gods kissed sweetly, than Ares again turned on his stomach. "Go slowly, one finger at a time until I get stretched out enough. After you can get three fingers in, try it with your cock. Just use lost of oil, OK?"

"Right. Oil, fingers, cock. I can do that." He reached a shaking hand forward to part the rounded cheeks Using his other hand, he dipped a finger into the oil and brought it to the small pucker, pressing firmly. The finger slipped inside with little resistance, and he gasped as the silken flesh gripped him. He rotated his finger, moving slowly in and out. He felt the muscle relax, and removed the finger. Coating another, he brought both back and pushed both inside.

He stroked into the velvety heat, scissoring his fingers apart. He felt them rub across a small button of flesh, producing a strangled moan from his lover. Panicked, he was about to pull away when Ares shoved himself down. "Again! What you just did, do it again!" Gaining confidence, he rubbed over that spot again and again, each time wrenching breathy moans and cries from Ares.

Quickly, he added a third oiled finger, finally getting the opening stretched enough to take them comfortably. Removing all his fingers, he poured some oil onto his cock and lined the head up with the entrance to Ares' body. "Now?" he asked, just to make sure. In answer, Ares pushed back, forcing the head inside.

Joxer gasped at the intense pressure. Unable to stop, he pushed slowly in, until his entire cock was sheathed inside his lover's ass. The heat was exquisite, the muscle squeezing him tight as he began to move. The feelings were too much, and Joxer sped his movements. Running his hands over the skin of Ares' back, he then gripped his hips and pounded in quickly. The pressure built up inside him, and he came with a loud cry, spurting his seed deep inside Ares' body.

As Joxer thrust into him, Ares clenched his muscled around the hard cock in an attempt to intensify the pressure. He moaned as the angle rubbed over that spot, causing what felt like small bolts of lightning to explode in him. His own cock was rock hard, leaking its fluid profusely. He felt Joxer shudder, then a burst of warm wetness exploded deep inside.

When his cock had softened and slipped from the tight grip of Ares' body, Joxer collapsed on the bed beside him. Panting, he turned him over and kissed him deeply. He pulled away when he felt the hot, hard length against his thigh. He looked down in dismay. "You didn't...I did it wrong, didn't I?"

Seeing the dejected look on his lover's face, Ares was quick to reassure. "You were wonderful. It felt better than I could have imagined."

Joxer looked away sadly. "But you didn't cum."

"Yet. I didn't cum yet," Ares clarified. "There's a fine line of distinction there. And I have every intention of doing so if you'll just come back over here and return the favor." He smiled gently.

Joxer turned hesitantly toward him. The desire he saw burning there for him rocked him to the core. He gave no resistance when Ares coaxed his body back to him. He sucked a breath in as a tongue traced down his chest to swirl around a nipple. He squirmed as he felt his cock begin to awaken again, disbelief warring with renewed passion.

Ares sucked and laved the puckered nipple, nibbling it gently before moving down Joxer's stomach. Dipping his tongue into the belly button, he made tiny fucking motions, eliciting a harsh moan form above. He grinned and moved lower.

When the moist tongue swept across the tip of his cock, Joxer arched up, gasping. "Ares, please..." He tossed his head back and forth in frustration.

Ares gave the organ a parting kiss, then lifted the heavy balls to lap at the tender skin underneath. He slowly licked downwards. Without warning, he passed his tongue over the tight opening, causing Joxer to yell in shock.

When he felt the moist touch in his most private place, Joxer's mind blanked. Then the firm tip entered him slightly, teasing the spasming muscle. "Ares...gods! What are you...ooohhh...don't s...s...stop..." he stuttered the words out, spreading his legs wide to emphasize his point.

Ares had no intention of stopping. He tongue-fucked his lover, slowly stretching the taut muscle. Once it had loosened a bit, he oiled a finger and slipped it carefully inside.

Joxer moaned at the unfamiliar sensation, but when the finger rubbed against the small spot inside him, he bucked up frantically.

Sensing his lover's eagerness, Ares quickly finished stretching, adding a second and third finger smoothly. Finally, he pushed his slick cock against the twitching opening, slowly sheathing it in the warm, silky flesh.

As his body was breached for the first time, Joxer gasped, hardly able to believe how exquisite it felt. Then the cock inside him began to move, sending him into spirals of ecstasy. The two gods continued their slow movements, the air filling with their sounds of passion. When a hand grasped his cock to stroke it in time with the thrusts inside him, Joxer shuddered and came.

The feel of the tight passage milking him and the sticky fluid spurting over his hand dragged Ares over the edge. He pumped his seed into the body of his love, pouring out broken words of adoration in a hoarse voice. They collapsed in a sweaty heap, exhausted.

Once their pulses had returned to normal, Ares cleaned them both and moved them under the sheets, lighting a lamp to better observe the God of Trouble. The sun had set during their loving, casting the room into shadows, and the flickering light bathed them in a golden aura. Holding Joxer close, he murmured, "I love you more than life, Joxer. Never doubt that. You are my heart."

Joxer nuzzled his lover's neck and smiled as he replied, "And you are mine."

Ares took a deep breath. "Stay with me? Always? I...I don't think I could be without you. Would you...marry me?" He waited anxiously.

Joxer stilled. He lifted his head to look directly at Ares. Marry you? Gods! That's...Oh, love! "Yes," he breathed, eyes bright with emotion.

Closing his eyes with relief, Ares clutched Joxer, planting kisses along his jaw. "Thank you. Gods, thank you so much, love!" He then smiled as Joxer yawned hugely. "I think I wore you out. You should get some sleep, you'll need your strength tomorrow." His suggestive tone left no doubts as to why that would be.

"Mmmm. And I'm not the only one who will!"

The two snuggled close together. As they settled, Ares put out the lamp and whispered, "Goodnight, my heart."

Joxer sighed contentedly. "Goodnight, mine."

The lovers drifted off, spending their first night of many wrapped in each other's embrace.

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Ares spewed his wine across the table. "You what!?"

"I want to have a baby," Joxer repeated calmly. Ignoring Ares' shock, he went on. "I was speaking with Hera yesterday, and she--"

"You want to have a baby with Hera? My Mother?"

Joxer gave him an annoyed look. "No, I do not want to have a baby with your mother. That's...ick! I--"

"Then who? And why were you talking to Mother about it?" I'll kill her. Whoever she is, I'll kill her before she ever lays a hand on my Joxer!

Losing patience with his husband's ridiculous accusations, Joxer shouted, "Would you shut up and listen!" He took a deep breath, then continued in a relatively calm manner, "Yes, I want a baby. No, I do not want to have one with Hera or any other goddess." Seeing Ares about to speak, he added loudly, "Or any mortal woman!" Shaking his head, he paced across the room. "I want to have your baby. Hence, my visit to Hera. She IS the goddess of childbirth, and since we both happen to be male, I needed to ask her if it was possible. And if so, find out how to...do it, so to speak."

Ares sat speechless as his mind tried to process this. My baby? He wants...my baby? My...our baby...mine and Joxer's. Joxer...pregnant? With our baby growing inside him? Oh, Gods! Awe washed over him as he gazed at the love of his life.