Unexpected Alliance: part 5
by Kayla
Strife and Cupid materialized in the brightly lit glade. Strife released his brother, watching with worry as the god trudged away from him.
Wings drooping, Cupid flopped dejectedly on the rock overlooking the stream, unconsciously adopting the same posture Strife had the night before. He stared blankly at his reflection. A lone tear trickled down his cheek, catching the sunlight and sparkling against bronzed skin.
Stricken, Strife shuffled his feet, the crouched hesitantly next to his brother. "Um, Cupe? Ya...I dunno, wanna talk 'bout it or somethin'?"
Cupid shrugged, sighing deeply.
The pale god nibbled at his lip, then reached out a hand to stroke gently at exposed skin, rubbing soothing circles in the small of his back.
Cupid sniffled, arching into the touch. In a low, pain-filled voice he began to speak. "See, I'm not really jealous, you know? Which is kinda weird. I mean, I just found out my wife's been fucking around on me. I certainly have good reason. It's just..." he rubbed at his eyes, wiping away the tears that had spilled over. "It hurts. I thought she loved me, and it hurts so much."
Strife edged closer, hand kneading taut muscles. "Y'know, I don't know how helpful this is gonna be, since I ain't nevah had nothin' like this happen ta me, but..." He sighed. "Anyone who could hurt ya like she did, well, they don't deserve ya."
Cupid sniffed. "Maybe I didn't deserve her. Maybe that's why she...she..." He gritted his teeth, face twisted with anguish.
"Don't evah say that!" Strife hissed fiercely. "She's nothin'! You -- You're th' best, most wonderful guy anyone could evah hope ta get."
"Yeah, well then how come I can't find someone to really love me?"
Strife drew in a hitching breath, letting it out slowly. Finally, he said in a husky whisper, "S'not true. I...I love ya."
Cupid smiled sadly, sitting up to give his brother a sideways hug. "Thanks. I love you, too, bro. But that's not exactly what I meant."
Strife just looked at him, eyes wide and vulnerable. Voice cracking, he confessed, "Me neithah."
Cupid stared at him, shocked.
The younger god winced. Fuck! Why'd I go an' say that for? He withdrew imperceptibly, closing himself off and removing his hand from where it still lingered on warm, golden skin.
Mind in a whirl, Cupid just sat there. He...He loves me? Oh. Ohhh... I never thought he would... He frowned when he noticed Strife drawing away. Reaching out, he grabbed a trembling arm and pulled his brother close. Wrapping his arms tight around the slim form, he rocked gently.
Strife stiffened in the embrace, then relaxed, nuzzling his face into the curve of Cupid's neck.
The brothers sat entwined for a moment, the Cupid broke the silence with an amused snort. "Well, we are a pair, aren't we?"
A weak chuckle rose in Strife's throat. "So, this mean ya don't hate me?" He held his breath, waiting.
Cupid held him tighter. "I could never hate you!" He tilted Strife's face up, pressing a soft kiss to the god's flushed cheek.
Strife closed his eyes, humming happily. More endless minutes passed. Finally, Strife pulled back, scrubbing at his face. "'Kay, 'nuff mushy stuff. Wanna swim?"
Cupid laughed. "Yeah. Sure."
The two rose and peeled out of their clothes. Strife gaped as more golden skin was revealed. Naturally, his gaze dropped to the dark patch of hair between the winged god's legs. His breath caught as he watched the lax flesh there slowly fill with blood, rising proudly. His own cock grew in response.
Cupid stared at his pale brother, for the first time consciously acknowledging the fact that the smooth, slim body was extremely appealing. When he noticed where Strife's gaze was fixed, he felt himself harden, and saw his brother's cock begin to rise as well. He gulped, walking slowly to stand next to Strife.
The two stood close to each other, able to feel heat radiating off the other's skin. Strife swayed forward, and Cupid cupped his chin.
Caressing the firm jaw-line, Cupid grinned and pressed another kiss to Strife's cheek. The younger god tried to move closer, but Cupid pulled back, shaking his head. "I did this once, jumping into a relationship. Look what happened there. No, I'm not gonna do that again."
Strife frowned, turning away.
Cupid moved behind him, tracing the nape of his neck with a finger. "I...I'd like to take it slow this time. Let things move...naturally."
Strife whipped his head around, pale blue eyes staring incredulously. A wave of relief washed over him when he saw the sincerity his brother projected. He jumped, twining his arms around Cupid's neck and kissing his nose enthusiastically. Their erections brushed against each other. He jumped back. "Oh, sorry. Slow. Right." He took a deep breath.
Laughing, Cupid smacked his brother's bare ass playfully, then darted into the cool stream. Strife snickered and followed. They splashed playfully for a bit, sneaking lecherous glances at each other's bodies when they figured they might not be caught. Every so often, eyes would collide, and they would become still, drowning in each other's loving gaze.
The sun beamed down on the two gods laughing playfully in the sparkling clear water. Finally, they climbed out of the water, drenched and happy. They flung themselves on soft, sweet-smelling grass, Strife on his back and Cupid on his stomach.
Still grinning, Strife rolled to face Cupid. He started to giggle.
Cupid scowled up at his brother. "What?"
"Your, um, your wings, they're kinda...poofy."
Cupid twisted to look, muttering balefully under his breath. Feathers that normally lay in neat, pristine rows were soggy, overlapping in new and interesting ways, bunching up in tangled clusters.
Strife sat up, scooting closer. "Here, lemme." He unfurled a wing over his lap, petting and smoothing the feathers back into place, gently rubbing down the spines to where they were attached.
Cupid arched his back, moaning. He'd always loved having his wings stroked. He felt his erection, banished by the cold water, return, and hunched slowly into the cushioning grass.
Strife was drawn into his task, enjoying the feel of silky feathers sliding through his fingers. He finished the one wing, crawling over Cupid to attend to the other. Finally, he finished, and glowing white wings fanned gently, once more neat and smooth.
Strife's eyes wandered down to the curve of Cupid's ass, for the first time noticing how the muscles tensed and released as hips rose and fell in a lazy rhythm. He gulped. "Um, Cupe?"
"Hmmm?" Cupid's eyes drifted open, and he stared sleepily at the breathless Strife. He stilled, blushing. "Oh. Um, sorry. It's just, the wings, y'know?"
A grin stretched across Strife's face. "Ya like that, huh?" He flopped down to the ground, snuggling up to Cupid's side. "Cool." He yawned.
Cupid smiled, lifting an arm and draping it over the sun-warmed back, hugging Strife close.
Strife sighed contentedly, eyes closing. He shifted his leg, sliding it over Cupid's to rest on top. The two drifted off, dreaming sweaty, loving dreams of the future.
"They're not going to like this." Zeus paced across the room.
Hera sighed. "It doesn't matter. It has to be done. The Fates have said it's the only way." She glared at her errant husband. "Besides, do you think I like this any better?" She thought of her beautiful, dark children. They're going to get hurt. I can feel it.
"Why him? I don't want him involved in this!"
She sent him a withering look of scorn. "Would you get over him? He's not the only one who's going to be involved in this little undertaking. What about your other children? Our children! Do you ever spare a thought for them?"
Zeus sighed, collapsing into a chair. "They're gods. They can handle things."
Hera sniffed condescendingly. "Forgetting something, aren't we? They can't be gods for this. Immortal, yes. But no powers. Nothing to set them apart from any of your many bastards. Nothing to attract attention." She shook her head. "Look, I'll get together the Olympian half of the group, explain things to them. You tell Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Hermes to gather the others."
"Why don't I just go?"
"Do you really think any of them would listen to you?"
Zeus opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, glowering.
Hera smirked, laughing softly to herself as Zeus vanished in a theatrical burst of light. Then, she too left.
Zeus arrived in Aphrodite's temple, grimacing at the fluffy...pinkness that surrounded him. He closed his eyes, focusing on the peals of laughter that drifted down the hallway. Taking a deep breath, he headed toward them. Reaching the source, he watched silently, a bit envious of the aura of cheer that permeated the room.
Hephaestus chuckled as he tossed the chubby, winged godling into the air. Bliss smiled, drooling happily. He hovered for a moment, tiny wings fluttering, before dropping abruptly back into outstretched arms.
Aphrodite clapped delightedly as she watched, melting as her husband gave the baby a loud, smacking kiss on his nose before blowing a wet raspberry on his stomach. Oh, he's sooo great with kids. Maybe it's time to have another of my own.
She squealed with mock terror as Bliss was launched her way, then snatched him out of the air. Tossing him onto a pile of pillows, she leapt on top of him and tickled his sides until he finally wriggled away, toddling back to Hephaestus.
Zeus cleared his throat, and all eyes turned toward him. The adults sobered, waiting for his news. Bliss, sensing he was no longer the center of attention, plopped down on the floor, sucking his thumb crossly.
The king of the gods quickly explained what needed to be done, according to what little information the Fates had parted with. Hephaestus simply nodded, giving his wife a kiss and Bliss a farewell pat before heading off.
Aphrodite sighed, picking up the pouting child. "Well, if I'm gonna do this, I can't take him with me. I so don't think that encounter would be a good influence on him."
"Well, I --" Zeus had just started to offer a suggestion when Bliss was unceremoniously deposited in his arms. "Um..."
"You take care of Bliss, and I'll go do my thing. Oh! And he'll need lunch soon." Aphrodite smiled brightly then vanished with a puff of pink sparkles and hearts.
Zeus blinked. He stared at the solemn child in his care. Bliss looked at him with dark shining eyes that immediately began to water. Red-faced, he began to scream at the top of his lungs, tears running down his cheeks. Panicking, Zeus held the boy at arm's length and did the only thing he could think to do.
Hera!!!
Hera searched for her errant child. Finally locating a trace of the appropriate power signature, she followed it, materializing in a dimly lit cavern. Wrinkling her nose at the stench of filthy human bodies that pervaded the area, she picked her way toward a still form crouched in the corner.
Resting a hand on a tense shoulder, she jumped back a pace as the figure whirled up and around, daggers drawn.
"Mother! Damn, you startled me. Don't do that!" Eris rolled her eyes, shaking her head in annoyance.
"Daughter, there is a need for your presence."
The Goddess of Discord snorted. "That'd be the day. What now? Somebody screw up again and I get blamed?" Her scornful tone rang clear, making plain her feelings toward most of the Pantheon.
"You were at the meeting earlier, weren't you?"
"Yeah, briefly. What of it?" Eris pulled out a whetstone and began to sharpen her knives one by one.
"Your father and I consulted the Fates, and it turns out that you, as well as some others, are going to be instrumental in putting things right."
"Great. Glad to hear it. You know," she continued, glancing around significantly, "I'm kinda busy right now. Can I take a rain check on that?" She turned her back in dismissal.
Hera closed her eyes, sighing. My children always were stubborn to a fault! "I would appreciate it if you would come with me and just listen. I'd really like to get into it just the once, and I believe you will be most...intrigued with who your companions will be."
Curious now, even if she was unwilling to admit it, Eris thought a moment, then nodded tersely.
Hera!!!
Hera winced.
Eris gave a wry smile of understanding. "Father?"
Hera gritted her teeth. "I swear, he'll be the death of me yet." Brushing a hand along her daughter's face, she smiled. "Thank you, Eris. If you could, meet me at your brother's place. And have him call his sons, too. I'll go see what the old coot wants now."
There were two bursts of light, then the cavern was empty but for a few shimmering sparkles that drifted lightly to the ground.
Strife woke from his doze, snuggling into the warmth beside him. It shifted, rolling sideways and tugging him along. Snuffling, he burrowed closer, nose pressing into a smooth, muscular chest. His pillow wiggled. Yawning, he blinked his eyes sleepily, running his fingers along the flesh pressed against him.
Cupid writhed, releasing Strife and sliding away.
Brow wrinkled, Strife sat up, brushing a hand through the spiky, tangled mess of his hair. He stared at his brother, who was brushing himself off with a nonchalant expression. Strife's eyes glinted with mischief, and he sprang at Cupid, sending them both sprawling.
Wicked fingers stroked lightly up the winged god's sides, seeking out each sensitive spot. Cupid struggled, gasping, giggles bubbling up against his will as the younger god tickled him unmercifully. Finally snatching a slender foot, he retaliated, brushing a shed feather along the arch.
Strife convulsed, pulling his foot away, but Cupid rolled on top of him, holding his arms over his head and stroking the feather up his sides and around his armpits. Strife whimpered, bucking upward to dislodge his captor.
They stilled, panting, heated gazes clashing as bare skin connected. Strife licked his lips, and Cupid groaned softly as the pink tongue flickered out, leaving a glistening trail of moisture. Lowering his head, his own lips parted slightly as they inched closer.
Strife tilted his head up, bringing their eager mouths together in a gentle union. Lips caressed softly, brushing against each other whisper-soft. Sighing, the gods settled even more tightly together.
Cupid darted his tongue out, teasing it over Strife's lips, begging entry. With a moan, Strife opened for him. Tongues glided wetly around each other, tasting.
Boys! Front and center!
Growling softly, Cupid pulled away, resting his forehead against Strife's. "Damn."
"Yeah." Strife sighed, licking his lips again to consume any lingering traces of his brother's flavor.
Cupid closed his eyes. "Gods! Don't...don't do that."
"Sorry." Strife stared up at him breathlessly.
Falling into those pale blue eyes, Cupid bent once more.
Cupid! Strife! Now!
Cupid snarled, pushing himself up so Strife could roll out from under him. Studiously avoiding looking at each other so as to keep from becoming distracted again, they clothed themselves. Standing, Cupid caught Strife's hand. "Later," he breathed the promise, smiling as his brother's eyes dilated hugely.
Still holding hands, the two vanished, answering Ares' summons.
Eris walked silently through her brother's temple. Knowing where he and his husband most likely were, she headed straight for the bedroom.
Surprisingly, it was empty. Well, that's a first. She frowned thoughtfully, then backtracked to the war room. There she found the gods snuggled together in a chair by the fireplace, talking softly. They looked up at her entrance.
"Eris!" Joxer grinned and jumped out of Ares' lap, hurrying over to greet her. He hugged her tightly, kissing her cheek. "It's been too long! What have you been up to?"
Eris smiled back, the soft expression making her face glow. Hugging back, she giggled as Joxer pulled over to Ares, pushing her down onto the arm of the chair then arranging himself back in his former position.
Ares grinned as well, pulling his sister down for a quick embrace. "Joxer's right. Where have you been keeping yourself?"
She scooted closer to them, basking in the warmth and affection. "Oh, around and about," she answered. "Stirring things up among the mortals. The usual."
Laying her head on her brother's shoulder, she sighed wistfully. "This is great, you know. The whole togetherness thing you guys have got going. I wish..." She sighed again.
Ares stroked her hair gently, as Joxer reached out to grasp her hand. "Don't worry, Sis. You'll find someone. Not that I think there's anyone out there good enough for you..."
Eris snorted, laughing weakly.
The trio sat together quietly for a few minutes, then Joxer broke the silence. "No offence, Eris, because you know you're always welcome here, but...why exactly did you show up today?"
"Not a big deal or anything. Mom came to visit, asked me to come over here, said she had something to tell us. Then she popped off to deal with one of his tantrums." She sat up. "Oh, almost forgot. She said to get the boys over here too, so she could break the news to everyone at the same time. You better call 'em."
Ares closed his eyes, concentrating, then opened them again. "Got 'em. They'll be here soon."
They started at the flash of light, looking over at the goddess who had appeared.
Hera smiled at her children. Bliss wiggled in her grasp, and she set him on the floor. He quickly scampered over to his grandparents, lifting chubby arms in a demand to be held.
The Queen of the Gods looked around the room, her smile dimming somewhat. "Where are the others?"
Ares shrugged. "I just called for them. They'll show up."
Joxer elbowed him in the ribs. "I think it's kinda important, dear."
Ares grimaced. "Yeah, all right." He called again, using a little more force. After another minute, the two young gods appeared, flushed and looking extremely put out with Ares.
Aphrodite flashed into the stable, golden sparkles showering to the floor. She looked around, wrinkling her nose in distaste. Sighing heavily, she made her way deeper inside the musty building.
She heard a squelching sound, and looked down, horrified. Ewww, grody! Ick, ick, ick! Get it off! Frantically, she waved a hand, banishing the foul-smelling substance, glaring at the innocent-looking horse standing nearby.
Steeling herself, she kept on, relieved when she finally heard the familiar voices.
"Herc, I just don't think you were being very fair--"
"Fair!? What's fair got to do with it? This is Ares we're talking about. He's up to something, and I plan to find out what."
Iolaus sunk down onto a pile of hay near the wall. Staring up at his best friend dejectedly, he tried once more to inject a bit of reason. "Well, I have to admit, I was a bit...surprised by his behavior yesterday, but I really don't think he--"
"Look, Iolaus." Hercules gave his friend a fond but rather patronizing grin. "I know you like to believe the best about people, but this is taking it a little far. I know Ares. And he is planning something big. I refuse to believe that all the troubles we've run in to lately are just coincidence."
Aphrodite fumed. Oh, you big meanie! You don't know Ares at all. He's a sweetheart!
"Don't you think blaming Ares for everything is going overboard? I mean, why would he do this? It's chaos. That's not his style."
Hercules scoffed. "Style? Ares has no style. He's war."
Iolaus shook his head, opening his mouth to continue, when Aphrodite chose to make her appearance known.
"Sis!" Hercules smiled at his sister, giving her a hug, not noticing the flash of anger in her eyes, or they way they were colder, harder than usual. Iolaus did wonder, though, why her greeting was less cheerful than normal.
"Hercules," she stated flatly, acknowledging his welcome. She carefully extricated herself from his grip, turning to beam at Iolaus. "Hey, Sweetcheeks. How's it going?" Bouncing her way over to him, she bent and loudly kissed his cheek, giving him a lengthy view of her...attributes in the process.
Eyes bulging slightly, he swallowed. "Um, I'm doing fine. You?"
Aphrodite pouted, tiny wrinkles marring her forehead. "Could be better. That's why I'm here, actually."
Hercules rolled his eyes. "Let me guess, Ares messed up one of your projects, and you want me to fix it, right?"
The goddess sniffed disdainfully. "Like, I don't think so! This is like, way more major than that. Really, really huge."
"Is it? Well, don’t keep us in the dark here, Sis."
"Ok, short outline here. There's like a major evil guy screwing around with everything, and you and some others gotta help stop him."
Hercules perked up. "An evil guy, huh? Who?"
Aphrodite shrugged, jiggling provocatively. "Beats me. Zeus didn't say. Just sent us off to fetch you."
Iolaus stood, brushing himself off. "Wait a minute. Who all exactly is included in this group? Besides me and Herc, obviously." He watched as her eyes darted around the room, avoiding contact.
"Um, just...some others. You'll meet up with everyone tomorrow."
"Meet? Where?"
"Oh! Right!" With a giggle, Aphrodite waved her hand, and the building blurred, fading away until the trio was left in a small meadow. "Here!" She looked around in satisfaction. "Well, guess I'll be on my way then."
"Woah, wait a second!" Hercules took hold of her arm, eliciting another angry look from the normally easy-going goddess. "You can't just drop us here and not tell us anything else. And where's all our stuff?"
A deep sigh, and with another gesture, a couple of packs appeared nearby. "There. Happy?"
"No, not really. I want to know what's going on."
"Look, bro. I don't really know. All I was told is it's big, and to get you two here. My job's done, so I'll be going. You'll meet the rest of your companions tomorrow. Sleep tight!" She blew Iolaus a string of kisses, which floated visibly through the air to smack against his entire upper body, then she vanished.
Hercules groaned. "Great. Just what I needed." He turned to his friend, who appeared to be having some trouble keeping his balance as the bright pink lip marks crawled over his skin.
"Yeah, um, right." Iolaus squirmed, batting at himself, then moaning with relief, and a little disappointment, when his tormentors slowly faded away. Composing himself, he looked up at Hercules. "Well, guess we'd better bunk down. Good thing we already ate dinner."
That earned him a grunt, then a reluctant smile. "I suppose I should look on the bright side. Things could have been worse. At least we don't have to deal with Ares." With that final remark, the two men set about making a crude camp.
Xena and Gabrielle looked up, startled, as Hephaestus limped up to their campfire. In silence, he seated himself, eyes boring into the flickering flames.
The women exchanged glances, then Gabrielle cleared her throat. "Is...something wrong?"
The God of the Forge nodded, reaching forward and plucking out a glowing ember, turning it, rolling it between his fingers.
"Are you planning on telling us?" Xena quirked an eyebrow, watching as the coal was crushed in a burst of sparks.
"You have a journey ahead of you." He lapsed back into silence, brushing bits of ash from his clothes.
Eyes met again, wondering. The bard spoke up again. "What do you mean, a journey? Where do you think we're going?"
Another ember was removed, tossed up and down until it cooled into a dull gray lump. "Something evil has come. The Fates have said that only a certain group can stop it. You made the list." He let out a wry bark of laughter. "Congratulations."
"What evil?"
A shrug answered them. "I wasn't told. You'll find out tomorrow."
"What's tomorrow?" Gabrielle asked a bit indignantly, not too pleased at being ordered about by some meddling gods.
"You meet with the rest." He nodded toward the east, in the general direction of Epidauros. "There's a clearing outside the town, you'll pass right by it if you head in that direction. A few hours walking will get you there." He stood, making his way back into the woods.
"Hey! Wait! Who are we supposed to meet?" The bard stood as well, hands on her hips as she glared at the scarred god.
He looked back at her, not impressed. "You'll find out then." Without another sound, he melted into his surroundings, disappearing from view.
Huffing, Gabrielle sat down again. "Well, that was unhelpful. Does he really think we'll just drop everything on the say-so of some power-mad gods?"
Xena snorted. "I don't think we have much choice. Not if there really is an evil that only we can stop."
"Yeah, we and our mysterious, as-yet-unnamed companions."
Smiling, Xena reached over and patted her on the head. "Sleep now. We'll have to get up early and start walking. Wouldn't do to be late saving the world."
The two settled down into their bedrolls.
Cupid and Strife stood hand in hand, glaring at Ares, eyes promising dire retribution of the sort only Love and Mischief together could come up with.
Joxer looked down at the young gods' entwined hands, than back up with a thoughtful expression on his face. His eyes darted over to his sister-in-law.
Eris looked briefly confused, having missed the scene with Psyche earlier that day. She glanced at Joxer, noticing the slight grin that had formed. She lifted an eyebrow, tilting her head to the young gods. Joxer just shrugged, mouthing 'Later' at her. Both then turned to Ares, who seemed oblivious to the entire exchange.
Ares had scooped up his grandson, depositing him on his already crowded lap, and was currently engaged in a rousing game of see-who-can-make-the-silliest-face.
Ares appeared to be winning.
Not that this surprised Joxer. Personally, he was all set to challenge the reigning champion, but Hera had other ideas.
"If I may interrupt this fascinating exchange," she interjected drolly, holding back a grin as Ares flushed slightly.
Clearing his throat, Ares set Bliss on the floor, giving him a pat on the behind and pointing him toward Cupid. The toddler cooed happily and set off.
Cupid let go of Strife's hand just long enough to swing his son into the air, catching the giggling child and hugging him close. With the godling snuggled against his shoulder, he again grasped Strife's hand in his own. They walked to a nearby couch, making themselves comfortable.
"Thank you." Hera glanced pointedly at her grandson. "Cupid, you and I will need to have a little chat later." She received a tense nod in return. "Now, I suppose you're all wondering what Zeus and I learned from the Fates today."
"Not really," Eris muttered, wincing when that earned her a steely glare from her mother.
"What was that, dear?"
"Um, nothing. Just...clearing my throat."
Joxer poked her in the side. "Shush, I want to hear." He snatched at the tongue Eris stuck out in response, narrowly avoiding having his finger bitten in the process.
"Children!" She sighed inwardly as they all stared at her innocently, expressions of rapt interest gracing their faces. "If I may begin? Again?" Everyone settled down, even Bliss. "Well, you lot, except for Bliss obviously, are the lucky winners in the Fates' drawing for who gets to save the world this week. Half of them, anyway. Any guesses as to who the rest are?"
Ares groaned loudly. "I can just tell by the look on your face that one of them is that twit Hercules, isn't it? Which means his tagalong friend will be there too."
Hera nodded.
"And I'm willing to bet that Xena and Gabby -- you know, that is such a fitting name for her -- get to be included, as well."
Another nod.
Cupid frowned. "So, you said we were half. There's five of us, and four of them. Who's the last one?"
Autolycus hung from a cord, dangling high above the floor. He kicked out gently, using the momentum to propel him closer to his target. "Come to Daddy." He snatched and missed, then swung himself harder. Another snatch and miss, and he took a breath, flipping his hair out of his face.
With one last lunge, he stretched out his arm, fingers curling tightly around his prize and plucking it from it's resting place in the statue's outstretched hands. Still swinging on the cord, he grinned triumphantly, planting a kiss on the large green gem. "Ha ha! Another brilliant success for the King of Thieves! Now, to make a clean getaway."
Tucking the jewel in the pouch hanging at his waist, he'd just begun his climb back to the top of the cord when it disappeared. Twisting in the air as he plummeted to the rocky floor, he grimaced. This...is going to hurt.
About a foot above the ground, he abruptly stopped. He closed his eyes briefly, shuddering in relief. Opening them again, he sighed in exasperation. "Do you have to do that, Dad?"
Hermes laughed, appearing in a flash in front of the suspended man. "Of course. Can't let you get too complacent now, can I?"
"I'm sure. You know, now is not really a good time for me. How about we chat later, hmm?" He wiggled around. "And would you mind letting me go?"
Hermes waved his hand, and Autolycus crashed to the ground with a loud grunt. The god paid no attention to the profanities muttered by his son, seating himself in a chair that had appeared near him.
Autolycus hurried to his feet, checking the pouch to make sure its cargo was still in place. Chuckling softly, he removed the jewel, holding up and tilting it back and forth, admiring the play of torchlight across its faceted surface.
Hermes cleared his throat loudly, causing the thief to jump. "If you're about done wooing that bit of crystal there, I have some news."
"Crystal!' he squeaked, scandalized. "I'll have you know that this gem is a prized and highly sought after treasure!" He thrust it in the air to emphasize his point. "Do you know how many others have tried and failed to do what I have done tonight? I have not acquired a mere crystal! This is the culmination of hours upon hours of planning and training. This is an achievement that will go down in the annals of history. This is why I am the King of Thieves!" Panting, he stared bright-eyed at his father.
"Um, yes. That's wonderful. I'm proud of you, really. Erm, you might want to keep it down, unless of course you want those guards patrolling outside to catch you."
Autolycus glanced behind him. "Right." He tucked the emerald back into his pouch, securing it. With another quick check of the door, he moved to stand beside Hermes.
"So, Dad. What brings you here? Come to admire my handiwork?" He preened, smoothing his mustache.
"Actually...no." As the man's face fell, he hurried on. "Not that I don't admire you -- I do! Very nice work there. Quick, clean, in and out job."
"Well, it would have been anyway. If someone hadn't botched my escape route." He fingered his belt where the rappelling cord usually hung, grinning widely when it reappeared there.
"Yes, well, about that...I needed to get your attention." He shifted in his chair, resolutely telling himself that he was not squirming under his son's reproving gaze. "What!?"
"Ok, you have it. What's all the fuss about?"
Autolycus sat and listened as his father explained what the Fates had decreed. When the god finally fell silent, his son stood still, trying to process.
A disbelieving snort turned into all-out laughter. "Save the world? Me!? Yeah, right!" He held his stomach, gasping for air.
Hermes waited patiently for the laughter to subside. "Yes, you. And the others."
"You really think I'm insane enough to get in the middle of that? They'll blow, and guess who will be left trying to clean up. Huh-uh. I don't think so!"
Hermes looked at his fingernails, shining them against his tunic. Casually, he added, "Did I mention the Discord will be going along?"
Autolycus blinked. He thought for a moment, then smiled. "So, when do we leave?"
Faint sounds were heard in the background, and Hermes grimaced. "Now would probably be a good idea."
"What do you mean?"
"I...think you'd better get out of here."
Autolycus turned in alarm as crashing and banging sounds came from outside the door, followed by the tread of many soldiers. He turned back to his father.
Who had vanished.
"Dad! Don't you leave me here! You got me into this, so you can damn well get me out!" He glared at the air. "Dad!"
Laughter rang through the chamber, and the thief disappeared.
The door burst open, and a line of guards rushed in. They stared in dismay at the empty chamber, noting the item missing from its prominent spot. A muttered 'Oh, shit!' rang though the room.
"I like Autolycus. And he knows about the real me. Another one for our team!" Joxer grinned, thinking gleefully of the fun that could be had with the addition of the self-proclaimed King of Thieves.
Ares chuckled. "And he's so good at subtly tormenting our intrepid 'heroes'. They haven't even caught on."
Cupid snickered. "So, it's the five of us, the 'freaky four' as Strife so lovingly calls them, and cousin Auto. Sounds like a blast!"
Joxer settled back against his husband again. "We can handle it. I may not be able to keep myself from blasting a few choice individuals, who shall at this juncture remain nameless, but I can put up with them for a little bit."
"It's not going to be quite that easy. There are a few...requirements for those joining this party."
Ares groaned. "There's always a catch. Especially when we're dealing with the Fates! So, what's the fine print on this contract say?"
Before Hera could answer, Strife seized the chance to speak up. "Um, 'bout this savin' the world gig. I just got one question. Who we savin’ it from?"
Hera rubbed her temples wearily. "Who do you think? Dahak."
Ares stood, spilling Joxer from his lap and almost knocking Eris off the arm of the chair. "Dahak? Are you sure? The Fates told you that?"
Hera frowned. "Actually, they rambled on about some great evil that had been vanquished, but was trying to return once more. Your father is the one who interpreted that to mean Dahak."
Picking himself up off the floor, Joxer shot his husband an affronted glare before turning to Hera. "So, it might not be him? I mean, it could be anything, really."
Ares began to pace. "Yeah, but how many 'great evils' have we beaten that might be up for a bit of revenge? Not a very large list."
"No one said it was an evil we beat, just one that had been vanquished." He cocked an eyebrow at Hera. "Right?"
Nodding hesitantly, the goddess shrugged. "Be that as it may, it doesn't negate the fact that you are among the chosen few who can defeat it once more."
Strife snickered. "Hey, no prob. We go in, blast some evil ass, and bam! We're done!"
"I'm afraid it's not quite that simple."
Ares groaned, slumping back down into his chair. "Great, now what?"
"It seems that...whatever this being is, he has the ability to warp our powers. Meaning, he also has to be able to detect when they are in use."
Warily, Joxer reclaimed his seat on Ares' lap. "So, the whole stealth thing isn't going to work for us, huh?"
"Actually, there is a way of keeping you undetected."
Eris pulled out a small knife, twirling it nervously between her fingers. "I don't like the sound of that."
"You shouldn't. It entails the removal of your powers."
Everyone in the room sprang to their feet, shouting wildly. Hera's eyes flashed in warning, and the group subsided slightly.
"Mother, you can't be serious."
"I'm extremely serious, Ares. Any use of powers will be obvious, and we can't risk you being detected before the time is right. If you agree to this, your godhoods will be safeguarded until your return."
Cupid was the one who voiced the question on everyone's minds. "What...what if we don't return." He clutched Strife's hand, and squeezed his son tight.
Hera's eyes reflected deep anguish. "Then, it won't really matter much. The rest of Olympus will soon fall as well."
Silence descended as they all thought hard about this. Finally, Joxer stood. "I say we do it. We don't really have a lot of choice, when you think about it."
Ares and Eris nodded in agreement, as did Cupid and Strife. Hera looked relieved, then walked forward to embrace her children. Stepping back, she rubbed briskly at her eyes. "Well, I'll give you all a some time to get whatever you'll need and say your farewells. Then, Zeus and I will remove your powers and transport you to where the rest of the group are."
Ares, Joxer and Eris vanished, leaving Strife and Cupid with Hera. The queen of the gods looked at her grandsons, smiling softly. "I'm assuming you'd like to make your separation from Psyche official?"
Blushing, Cupid nodded.
Strife fidgeted next to his brother, looking everywhere but at Hera.
Hera reached out and cupped his face, turning it toward her. "Strife." She smiled, petting his cheek. "You always did bring me joy, now do the same for your brother."
Strife gulped audibly. "I-I-I'll try."
"Well then, let's do this, shall we?" After Bliss was passed over to Strife, she took Cupid's hands in her own. Looking him deep in the eyes, she let her power build. "Cupid, from henceforth I declare your union with the woman Psyche to be no more. Mortal she was, and mortal she shall be again. By her unfaithfulness, she has given up all claim on you, and on your seed. Bear witness, all denizens of Olympus." The voice echoed, heard by every god and goddess, no matter how distant.
"Grandmother?" Cupid looked confused.
"What is it, child?"
"Why did you make her mortal?"
"She was given immortality because you wed her. Now that you are no longer joined, it will be taken from her. She will be mortal once again."
"Oh." He looked faintly sad, mourning the loss of what he had thought a true joining. Then a hand slipped into his, and he turned to Strife. There lay his future, his brother and his son.
Chuckling, Hera shooed them off. "Go on now, you'd better get a move on. I'm sure your mother will want to wish you well."
Blanching a bit at the thought, Cupid left, dragging Strife and Bliss with him.
Huddled in a small glade, Psyche listened in disbelief to the booming voice. As the words were pronounced, she could feel the power being drained from her. Howling with rage, she was swept back to the mortal plane, forever barred from returning to Olympus.
Joxer felt...empty. He watched as the glowing orb swirled with energy, coming to a rest in Hera's palm. He clutched at his husband. "I...didn't know. This is what it feels like to be mortal?"
Ares nodded grimly.
Joxer shuddered, then forced himself to cheer up. "Well, at least we're together. And we have our family with us."
Ares gave a weak smile, looking over at his sons.
Cupid kissed Bliss tearfully, handing him to a sobbing Aphrodite. "Hey Mom, I'll be ok. I got Dad and Jox and Aunt Eris to watch my back. They won't let anything happen to me."
Aphrodite just looked at her son, standing proudly, wings reabsorbed so he wouldn't be instantly recognizable as a god, and began wailing even harder.
Picking up on her distress, Bliss began to cry as well. Immediately, Aphrodite bit back her tears, attempting to reassure the child. Lip trembling, she gave her son one last hug and kiss, then vanished.
Hephaestus simply shook Cupid's hand, giving him a nod. "I'll look after them, don't worry."
"Thanks Daddy Heph."
The now-mortal group of five looked at Zeus and Hera. Zeus shifted uncomfortably, then wished them all luck. Glancing at his wife, he took his leave.
Hera looked at the small gathering. Her children and grandchildren, bravely making this sacrifice. She sniffled.
"Mother?"
Hera cleared her throat, straightening up. "All right then, everyone ready?" Grimly, they gathered their things together, nodding. "Well, let's go."
The five newly-become mortals blinked, rubbing their eyes. They looked around, wondering where their soon-to-be travelling companions were.
"They're up ahead about a half a mile. I didn't particularly want to encounter...him." She sighed, then gave them all one last hug and kiss. "Be safe. Kick ass and come home quick." She smiled at their astonished looks. She made a move to go, then paused. "One last thing. I know you enjoy your games with those four, but...now isn't the time. As much as it pains me to say it, you can't hide what you really are any more. They need to know what you can do if you are to have a real chance at success. And you'll need to be united."
Joxer sighed. "Well, it was fun while it lasted."
Strife snickered. "Who says the fun's gotta stop?"
The rest joined in the laughter, glad for a chance to relieve tension.
"Children..." She gave them all a disapproving look that quickly mellowed into an indulgent smile. "Just...don't have too much fun." With a flash, she vanished.
Everyone looked to Ares.
"What?" He rolled his eyes. Gee, guess who got elected leader? Sighing he shouldered his pack. "Well, come on."
Hercules and Iolaus had met up with Xena and Gabrielle earlier in the morning. All four looked up as they heard whistling drawing closer. Then, a familiar figure appeared.
Xena stood. "Autolycus. What are you doing here?"
The thief gave her a jaunty grin. "Same thing as you, I imagine. Getting ready to save the world."
Hercules snorted. "All right, how much are you getting paid?"
Autolycus grew sober. "You don't really know me, do you? You should learn not to judge people by the face you see...it may not be all there is."
"O-kay." Gabrielle smiled, humoring him. "Well, should we get going?"
Autolycus frowned. "I think we should wait for the others."
"What others? I don't see anyone else."
"No, there's supposed to be ten of us. Didn't they tell you?"
Hercules loomed over him. "We weren't told anything useful. What do you know?"
Autolycus clamped his mouth shut, refusing to answer.
Angered, Hercules started to reach for the thief when a voice interrupted.
"Did I miss the party?"
Five heads turned, and soft groans sounded. Gritting her teeth, Xena looked at the newcomer. "Joxer. Why are you here? And where's your...armor?"
Joxer ignored her. Grinning, he strode toward Autolycus, and the two men hugged enthusiastically.
They exchanged greetings, not noticing the wondering glances being exchanged behind them.
"Hello?" Gabrielle waved her hand between their faces, drawing two annoyed stares. "Hey, don't give me that look!" She reached out to tweak Joxer's nose, totally shocked when he grabbed her hand tightly, glaring at her.
"Don't. Ok? Just...don't"
"There a problem here?"
Xena's hand flew to her sword at the voice, and she snarled. "Ares." Two more figures approached, and most of the others tensed as well. "Discord. Strife. So, Ares, you brought your little lackeys. Well, you're not stopping us without a fight."
Ares snorted, gazing at Xena in contempt. "Who said anything about stopping you? We're here to join the party. We got recruited just like you did."
Hercules folded his arms over his chest. "Now why don't I believe that?"
"Because you're dense?"
With a snarl, Hercules started forward.
"Geez, touchy much people?"
Gasps of astonishment sounded. Then Iolaus spoke up. "Cupid? What...where are your wings?"
Cupid shrugged, feigning indifference. "I would have been pretty obvious with them, don't you think?"
"So...you really are joining us?"
"Um, yeah. What, you didn't get the bulletin on that?" He received head shakes in reply. "Huh. Bummer."
Strife sauntered forward. He sneered at Gabrielle. "Why's the bimbo gotta come? I don’t see as she's gonna do us much good."
Glaring, Gabrielle lashed out with her staff, knocking the unprepared ex-god to the ground.
Strife stared up at her in shock, finger touching the trickle of blood leaking from his nose.
Roaring, Cupid leaped forward, just barely beating out Joxer and Ares as he came to Strife's defense. Grabbing the bard by the throat, he lifted. "Don't you ever touch my brother again. I will not hesitate to hurt you," he snarled. Dropping her, he knelt beside Strife, touching his face tenderly.
"B-b-brother!?" Hercules choked out.
Ares smiled, dark humor glinting in his eyes. "Like father, like sons, huh?"
"But...Strife's not..."
"Let's just say you're not privy to all the news on Olympus, shall we? You knew what we wanted you to know." He walked over to his sons, pulling Strife up and checking him over. Facing his half-brother once again, he added, "If any of you ever hurts one of my family again, you will learn the true meaning of pain."
"Strife...you're injured." Iolaus was confused. How did a god get hurt by a mortal? And Gabrielle at that?
"What, you didn't figure it out?" Ares brushed his hair out of his eyes. "We're mortal. No gods allowed on this trip."
"Good. Then I can do the world a favor and get rid of you!" Hercules glared at his half-brother, hands forming into fists.
"I'd just like to see you try." Quietly said, with no sign of backing down.
Xena shook her head. "This isn't going to work. Look, maybe we can travel together, but I just don't see us getting along. Why don't we stay separate and try to avoid too many outbreaks, all right?" She moved to stand by Hercules and Iolaus.
Gabrielle joined them, still shaken. Looking over to where Joxer and Autolycus still stood, she tapped her foot impatiently. "Well? Get over here you two."
Autolycus looked at her in disbelief. "What, side with you? Bo-ring." He moved to stand by Cupid and Strife, giving them each a hug. "Good to see you guys again."
"You too, cuz."
"Yeah, cuz. You don't hang with us enough. Not goin' soft, are ya?"
"Cuz?" Gabrielle whispered. Then she laughed bitterly. "Oh, right. And I suppose next you'll be telling us that Joxer is your long lost nephew."
Joxer burst out laughing. "Hardly."
"Great. Well, whatever. We'll let you have your fun. Joxer, get over here now."
"You know, Gabby, you really are incredibly bossy. I can't figure out how Xena puts up with you." Shaking his head, he made his way over to Ares, standing next to him.
"Gods, Joxer! Don't be more of a loser than you already are. Get over here!"
"Excuse me. What did I just say about hurting my family? That goes for the non-physical stuff too." Ares glared at the annoying women.
"Oh, right. I see. Because Joxer is your...no, wait, let me guess...brother? Uncle? No, I've got it, father, right?" Hercules jeered at them.
Ares grasped Joxer's hand in his own, bringing it up to place a gentle kiss on the palm. "No. Actually, he's my husband. And I'll thank you to keep your unsolicited comments to yourself."
Silence reigned. One group of four, frozen in shock. One group of six, gathered tightly together, ready to defend their fellows.
Finit
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