Title: Easy Like Morning
Author: Goddess Blue
Email: goddess.blue@...
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess, Hercules the Legendary Journeys
Pairings: Cupid/Strife
Disclaimer: Xena: Warrior Princess, Hercules the Legendary Journeys,
characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of Universal
Television Distribution Holdings LLC. They are used here for
entertainment purposes only.
Warning: Explicit sex. Naughty language. Technically incest, since
they're cousins. But they're Gods, and that sort of stuff just really
doesn't matter to Gods.
Status: Complete
Archive: Yes to AJCS. Anyone else, please ask.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/nonexistent_virtually,
http://www.livejournal.com/users/goddess_blue,
http://www.fanfiction.net/~goddessblue

Notes: I'm sick, and took lots of cold medicine last night, so I'm
feeling drowsy and lazy, and felt the urge to write, and thought: hey!
Lazy, drowsy sex. What could be better?

Summary: Cupid and Strife have a little lazy morning sex. PWP.




The bed was piled with pillows and soft, fleece blankets. A tanned leg
peeked out from the leftmost edge, the foot attached drooping in
midair. There was a sleepy mumble and the biggest toe twitched.

"Mmph."

There was a half-chuckle, husked out and cut off in favor of a pleased
gasp. "'trife."

"Mmph?"

The chuckle was completed.

The hanging leg drew upwards and disappeared into the soft fleece, and
the bedding began to shift.

Groggy, bright blue eyes opened to meet amused hazel.

"Good morning," came Cupid's whisper. "I had a dream about you."

Strife grinned sleepily at his lover, and cuddled closer to the
bronzed god. Although, if you were to tell anyone that Strife
'cuddled', he'd deny it vehemently. Moved closer so as to share body
heat, maybe. "Wuz I any good?"

Cupid bit his lower lip, and Strife was immediately distracted.
"You're always goo-mmph."

Their breath mixed, and Cupid winced a little at the taste, but forgot
his discomfort as Strife's tongue slid leisurely into his mouth and
they battled wetly for a minute.

Strife pulled back, exerting a little power to make them both minty
fresh. "You're always goomph, too, Cupes."

Cupid rolled his eyes and leaned forward again, lips meeting his
lover's, mouth slowly widening; sinking into Strife. They lay attached
at the mouth for long moments, exchanging lazy kisses and gentle
bites. Finally, after what seemed like hours but was probably only
moments, their hands joined the mix. They exchanged languished
touches; soft brushes of skin against skin. For every gasp that came
from Cupid, an answering groan came from Strife.

They were hard against each other now, and with a struggled flap of
wings Cupid rolled Strife over and settled on top of him.

"Good morning, Strife."

Strife wiggled around below him, spreading his legs so that Cupid
could find a more comfortable place on him, and then lifted his face
up for another kiss. "Mornin', Cupe."

"What are your plans for today?" Cupid leaned down and began laving
Strife's neck with warm, wet stripes.

"Well, Unc's got a battle planned near Thr-ah!"

Cupid had thrust up against him, cutting off his sentence, making them
both harder.

"... near... ohh... nothing. Just gonna stay in bed all day."

Cupid grinned triumphantly, and then settled back into his wet mark on
Strife's neck. And began to suck.

Strife arched a little, bending his neck into Cupid's mouth, and
fought back with his fingers on Cupid's back. They slid up Cupid's
soft skin and under his fluttering wings to that fleshy patch of skin
just below his wing-joint. Strife grabbed a bit of skin and pinched.

Cupid's wings spread and flapped with all their strength, and Cupid
moaned into his lover's skin as he was thrust forcefully against
Strife.

"Don't do that," Cupid mumbled into Strife's shoulder. Then he gasped
and jerked as Strife pinched him there again.

"Okay."

Strife's giggles were cut off as Cupid kicked their sheets off the bed
and lifted off him. "No, don't go-" and then Cupid settled right back
down, mouth to Strife's cock. "-anywhere... oh, yeah."

One of Cupid's hands settled on Strife's hip to hold him down on the
bed as he licked him lazily. The other hand went down to stroke
himself. He ran his tongue around Strife for a while, forcefully
keeping him from arching off the bed, just enjoying his gasps and
curses.

Cupid let go of himself and reached his free hand up to jostle
Strife's balls. He pinched the skin just below them, smirking as
Strife jerked and wriggled; and then let his fingers travel further
back.

Strife was already slick and warm and waiting for him, and Cupid
groaned and dipped his head back down to kiss the head of his lover's
cock. His finger dipped into Strife, stroking his insides reassuringly
until a second joined. They scissored against Strife's flesh and
wiggled around until they found-

"Shit!" Strife jerked even more forcefully, and Cupid let Strife's
cock fall out of his mouth.

"Ready?"

"Now!"

Cupid stroked his lover's prostate again.

"Stop that! Get up here and fuck me right now!"

Cupid added a third finger. "Are you sure?"

"Fucking bitch!" Strife crowed, and then settled into a frustrated
pant. "Please?"

With one last, satisfied lick to Strife's cock, Cupid withdrew his
fingers and lubed himself up. He rose up over Strife and, taking hold
of himself, eased into him.

"Oh."

Strife always looked faintly surprised when Cupid entered him, as if
he hadn't quite expected it, and then his features settled into a
pleased expression. Cupid growled low in the back of his throat and
molded himself against Strife.

They were face to face again, and Strife leaned forward just as Cupid
leaned down. Cupid thrust his tongue into Strife's mouth, tasting his
cousin deeply, but didn't move his hips until Strife began to move
back against him.

"Cupid," Strife husked out, always regaining his lost grammatical
skills when they were wrapped up in each other like this. "Please,
Cupid... love me."

"I do love you, Strife," Cupid whispered back, and thrust into him as
if to prove the point. They alternately broke their kissing to pant
and thrust, and they continued to move lazily and roughly as if they
had hours to rub together this way.

Strife's hands flattened on Cupid's back.

Cupid groaned.

Strife's fingers stretched up to find that soft patch of skin below
Cupid's wings again.

Cupid hissed.

Strife pinched.

Cupid jerked against him, thrusting hard, mouth falling open in a
helpless gasp, "Strife."

"Cupid!"

Cupid's hands reached down, each grabbing a warm globe and pulling
Strife more forcefully onto him, "fuck." Cupid rarely cursed outside
of sex.

The rutted against each other for long moments then, thrashed and
jerked together before Strife's fingers clutched into Cupid's feathers
and his head rolled back on the pillow. "Cupid!"

Cupid's wings stretched and flapped and he cursed again, and then
called out Strife's name. Strife was grabbing at him, with hands and
body, and tightening in just the right places, and then everything
went white and Cupid groaned deeply.

There was panting and then a light chuckle. "Yer gonna cut off the
supply of air to my lungs, Wings."

Cupid snorted, "I'm not going anywhere. Suffer."

Strife harrumphed, and then yawned and snuggled up into his lovers
warm arms. Although, if you were to tell anyone that he 'snuggled'...
well, you get the picture.

They'd lost a lot of the pillows, and pretty much all of the warm,
fleece blankets, but somehow they fell back to sleep.

Fin
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Peace and Love,
Goddess Blue