23.04.2000

Disclaimer: Hercules, Iolaus 1, Iolaus 2 and the Sovereign belong to Sam Raimi and Rob Tappert.

Archive: Yes, please

Ratings: NC-17. If consensual and not so consensual sex between members of the same gender 
bothers you, or if you are under 18, don't read this.

Pairing: Hercules/Iolaus 1, Iolaus 2/The Sovereign

Summary: Hercules thinks about his lost love. Iolaus 2 thinks about the Sovereign. 

Spoilers: Faith, Stranger and Stranger, Just Passing Through

Author's homepage: http://www.geocities.com/ratwoman2001/index.html


First Time
by Ratwoman
ratwoman02@yahoo.de

"Um, sorry, Hercules, I've forgotten that I don't have to serve you." Iolaus said, as he handed 
the demi-god a plate with the hare he'd cooked.

"It's ok, Iolaus, you don't need to apologize." Hercules said with a friendly smile.

'Damn!' Iolaus thought. His  Iolaus would act much more self-confident, and Iolaus knew that 
Hercules missed that. He wondered how Hercules must feel, when everytime he looked at 
Iolaus he saw the face of his dead friend, while Iolaus was not more than a shadow of the 
hero his doppelganger had been.

Then Iolaus told his mind to shut the fuck up - just today Hercules had told him to let Iolaus 
rest, that they both should let him rest.

Iolaus looked at the demi-god and wondered how close Hercules and Iolaus's doppelganger 
had really been. Hercules had talked about him as his best comrade, but maybe it had been
 more than friendship?

*

Hercules enjoyed the wonderful meat. Iolaus really was a great cook. His Iolaus had not 
been able to prepare a meal without burning it.

Hercules smiled as he remembered how Iolaus had tried to impress a girl by cooking for her.
He'd ended up setting her dress on fire, and Hercules had had to throw her into water. She 
had never again said a word to any of them.

But he had promised himself not to compare Iolaus to Iolaus (ridiculous as it sounded). 
Letting Iolaus rest was very difficult, when everytime he looked into the former court jester's 
face, he saw Iolaus, the same blue eyes, the blonde curls. And when he smiled, Hercules 
almost forgot that he was not together with his old friend. His friend, his lover, his
 companion. The one who had even been closer to him than his dead wife Deiraneira.

*

"You really are an excellent cook." Hercules said with a friendly smile.

Hercules was so damn nice, and he looked so damn much like the Sovereign. 

One thing was certain: whatever the relationship between Hercules and 'his' Iolaus had been, 
it certainly had been different to the one between him and the Sovereign.

Iolaus shuddered as he remembered the first time the Sovereign had called him into his 
bedroom. He was lying on his bed, wearing only very short leather pants. 

"You have called for me?" Iolaus asked, looking shyly to the floor, wondering what kind 
of entertainment the Sovereign wished tonight. A good night song? Very unlikely.

"Take that hat off." the Sovereign ordered. Of course Iolaus did what he was told. Holding 
he fool's cap in his hands, he at least had something to hold onto.

"Why do you wear that cap when you have such sweet blonde curls?" the Sovereign mused.

Iolaus didn't know what to say and just hoped that no answer was requested.

Indeed, the Sovereign didn't insist on a reply. Instead he ordered: "Now take off that jacket!"

Iolaus heart skipped a beat as he carefully looked up, hoping that the Sovereign was just 
kidding. But he looked at him dead-serious, asking calmly: "Didn't you hear my order?"

Of course he obeyed, let his cap fall and hurried to untangle his jacket. Uncomfortably he 
slipped out of it and let it fall to the floor.

The Sovereign let his gaze travel over Iolaus now bare chest, saying: "Quite nice, Iolaus. Now, 
pants off!"

Iolaus felt sick for fears. It was obvious where this was leading to, and he had never before 
slept with a man.

Pleadingly he looked at the Sovereign, hoping he would - what a ridiculous thought! - have 
mercy on him. "Please..."

"Do you want me to get angry?" the Sovereign said with a slightly menacing tone in his voice.

Making the Sovereign angry was the last thing Iolaus wanted - after all he wanted to live a bit 
longer. So he awkwardly removed his shoes and shoved down his pants, feeling all vulnerable 
and small.

*

As much as Hercules tried not to think of Iolaus, he couldn't help it, as always remembering his 
cheerful, casual nature. He never had admitted it, but he had always envied Iolaus a bit for what 
he was. Funny, when it was so obvious that Iolaus had envied him, too. 

Girls had never been a problem for them, not even when Iolaus had fallen in love with Nebula. 
But, well, except of Deiranera, the girls who admired Hercules had only seen the demi-god in 
him, the legend. The girls who had liked Iolaus had liked him for what he was - a pretty, clever, 
honest, brave-hearted hero. For the same reasons Hercules had liked, loved Iolaus.

Due to his pure, brave nature it had been Iolaus who had one day turned their friendship into 
more. They were arguing about something, sitting on a riverside. Some time their argument had
 turned into a playful wrestling. Iolaus was a very strong man, but of course he couldn't 
compete with the supernatural power of a demi-god, even though Hercules wasn't putting 
much effort into their fight. Finally he was sitting astride on Iolaus, pinning his wrists to the 
ground.

"You give up?" Hercules asked.

"Why should I?" Iolaus asked back. "I like it down here."

Confused, Hercules let Iolaus wrists go, only to have Iolaus grab him by the ears and pull him 
down for a passionate kiss. Hercules froze when he felt Iolaus's tongue push into his mouth, 
too surprised to to anything. In a mixture of panic and arousal he felt Iolaus's hands moving 
along his back.

Not quite understanding what was happening, Hercules drew away and sat back next to 
his friend. Iolaus sat up, too, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, Herc." he said. "I don't know what came over me..."

hercules listened to his stammering a few more moments, realizing that all he wanted was to 
feel Iolaus's touch, that this was the reason why he enjoyed their struggles so much. 

Hercules turned to Iolaus and passed his fingers through the golden curls. Then he shut him 
up by giving him the kiss back.

*

Iolaus blushed shamefully as he noticed himself growing hard under the Sovereign' heated 
gaze. 

"What a pretty cock you have." the Sovereign said, staring at his crotch. "And what a wanton 
ittle slut you are." he added.

"Come nearer." the Sovereign ordered.

Iolaus heart raced as he carefully took a step nearer.

"Right here next to my bed." the Sovereign ordered, slapping the sheets at the side of the 
bed.

His heart was banging in his throat as Iolaus obeyed, hoping the Sovereign wouldn't want 
much more from him. Iolaus carefully gazed at the man sitting on the bed beside him. So tall 
and strong... Iolaus swallowed. The Sovereign could easily break each bone in his body if he 
wanted to. He shivered as the Sovereign moved his fingers down his sides.

"I knew from the beginning that you could be very entertaining." The Sovereign said. "In 
so many senses."

Iolaus closed his eyes and wished himself far away as he felt the Sovereign's hands roam 
his body.

Somewhen he stopped and Iolaus hopefully opened his eyes. Was it already enough?

But the Sovereign just shoved down his pants and took out his large erect member. "Suck me!" 
he ordered. Iolaus stared at the cock in awe and swallowed hard.

The Sovereign indeed had a very big member - after all he was a demi-god. A spark of resistance 
stirred in Iolaus. "No," he said. "I won't do that."

Iolaus gasped and writhed in pain when the Sovereign's hand closed around his genitals 
and squeezed.

"You do what I tell you, or I'll cut off your balls and give you as a play-thing to my soldiers!"
 the Sovereign snarled. "Do you understand?"

"Please." Iolaus whimpered. "I'll .. be good."

The Sovereign released him and grinned as Iolaus, gasping for breath, dropped to his knees. 
After a few moments of recovering Iolaus leaned with the upper part of his body onto the bed 
between the Sovereign's legs. He swallowed once more before he began with his task.

*

Iolaus almost melted against Hercules as their kiss deepened. Hercules felt his friend's hands 
move beneath his shirt, and noticed with surprise that he was shoving down Iolaus vest. Never 
breaking the kiss, hercules explored Iolaus wonderful, firm back. Iolaus pulled Hercules shirt 
over his head, then licked and sucked at Hercules's neck, sending shivers right down to his groin.

Hercules reached for Iolaus pants to quickly open them up and shove them down, wanting to 
feel as much skin as possible.

His pants were so damn tight - now that he'd admitted his feelings, he knew he had always 
admired how cute Iolaus's butts looked in that tight pants. With Iolaus assistance he finally 
removed all of his pants, stopping for a moment to admire his lover's beautiful body. Iolaus on 
the other hand went determinedly for Hercules pants, struggling to push them down. Soon they 
both were naked, moving against one another to feel skin on skin.

*

Iolaus licked tentatively along the Sovereign's shaft. He didn't know whether he liked the taste, 
but worst, he had no clue whether he was doing the job right. He never had done this before, and 
annoying the Sovereign by doing something wrong could be very unhealthy.

Iolaus decided that thinking about it would not help and licked with stronger strokes, swirling his 
tongue around the head of the cock, then along the underside of the shaft and back. 

The Sovereign moaned slightly in arousal. "Not bad, Iolaus." he said. "Now take it into your 
mouth."

Iolaus stared at the cock before his face, frightened by its length. And he felt with shame that 
his own cock was getting even harder. Iolaus closed his eyes and carefully took the head of the 
cock  into his mouth, sucking slightly. Inch for inch he swallowed more of it, trying hard not to 
choke. But obviously the Sovereign thought it didn't go fast enough, because he suddenly 
grabbed Iolaus head and pushed him down, at the same time moving his hips upwards. Iolaus 
gagged and convulsed as the hard thing was painfully pushed down his throat. Gods almighty, 
if he bit him accidentally - Iolaus didn't want to think about what the Sovereign would do to him 
then.

Iolaus tried hard to relax his throat, but it just hurt too much. Eventually the Sovereign pushed
 him back and Iolaus collapsed, gasping for air. 

"Quite good for a start." The Sovereign remarked. "With the time you'll get better." 

Iolaus hoped he hadn't understood him right. He was supposed to do that more often?

"Just stay like that." the Sovereign ordered and moved behind him. Slapping his butts, he 
said: "You have a very enticing ass, too."

*

Hercules licked along Iolaus's chest, slowly moving downwards. He lingered on a little lapping 
at his navel, enjoying the way his friend was squirming in pleasure beneath him. Hercules 
gradually travelled down, tugging with his teeth at the blonde curls between Iolaus spread thighs.
 
The demi-god stared for a moment at his friend's cock. He had never slept with a man before - 
not that the thought frightened him. So Hercules bravely licked along Iolaus's shaft, deciding 
that he liked the taste. Then he took the head of his cock into his mouth, sucking gently. 
Encouraged by the tiny mewling sounds Iolaus made and the fingers passing through his hair, 
Hercules took more of Iolaus member into his mouth, slowly building up pressure. But before 
Iolaus could come, Hercules withdrew despite Iolaus frustrated moan, realizing that he wanted 
him to come somewhere else. After shutting Iolaus's protests up with a kiss, Hercules 
whispered: "Fuck me!"

*

Frightened, Iolaus grasped the sheets while the Sovereign took one of the countless bottles of 
oil arranged in his bedroom.

"Iolaus," he said like one might talk to a petulant child, "it will hurt if you don't relax." Moving 
his fingers along Iolaus butts, he added: "And it would be a shame to harm such a body."

Iolaus took a deep breath and closed his eyes, wishing himself far away. He was brought back to 
reality when the Sovereign's oil-slickened fingers entered him. Iolaus gasped and his muscles 
cramped, but then he remembered the Sovereign's advice. With an act of will-power he relaxed 
and tried to ignore the intruding fingers.

Then the Sovereign decided that he was prepared enough and removed his fingers. His cock 
rested for a moment at Iolaus sphinxter, then he started to shove in. Iolaus had never before slept 
with a man and it was painful at first. It felt as if he was ripped apart from the inside, sending waves 
of burning pain through his body. Iolaus bit into the sheets beneath him, because he didn't want 
to give the Sovereign the triumph of hearing him scream. 

The pain subsided as the Sovereign moved in and out. Then he shocked Iolaus once more: 
The Sovereign slightly changed the angle, hitting Iolaus prostrate with each thrust, sending 
shivers of pleasure through his body. Iolaus moaned, his hips bucked to meet the thrusts. 
How could he be enjoying this?

Then the Sovereign grabbed his cock and stroke him off in rhythm with his thrusts. Tears of 
humiliation shot into Iolaus's eyes as he convulsed and came in a seemingly endless ejaculation. 
The Sovereign thrusts in a few more times before he came, too, disperging his hot semen into 
Iolaus.

The Sovereign slid out and sat back on his bed. "You may go now, Iolaus." he said. "You 
will entertain me again tomorrow, same time."

*

Iolaus kissed Hercules deeply and passionately, then turned him around so that Hercules lied 
flat on his stomach. Hercules relaxed as he felt Iolaus's strong hands gently massaging his 
shoulders, slowly moving down his back.

"Relax, lover." Iolaus whispered in his ear, then moved his tongue down his spine, eliciting 
Hercules a contented sigh. The demi-god smiled at the thought that Iolaus had finally found 
something in which he was the more experienced.

Iolaus reached Hercules behind, parted his cheeks with his hands and licked along the crack. 
Hercules squirmed as Iolaus slick tongue lapped his opening, then pushed his tongue in. He
 gasped and thrust into the grass beneath him.

"Sh" Iolaus whispered. "If you go on like that, you'll come before I want you to."

"Then it's all your fault." Hercules snapped back. Iolaus giggled and gave the crack one more 
lick, then raised him to hands and knees. He heard the hunter spit into his palm to rub the 
moisture over himself. Hercules thought he could hardly wait any longer; he wanted to feel 
Iolaus, now, and any second longer seemed to be an eternity. Eventually Iolaus began to 
push the head of his cock in, slowly, giving Hercules time to get used to it. The demi-god 
however pushed back, wanting to feel more, so Iolaus slowly pushed deeper, inch for inch. 
When Iolaus's cock was all the way in, Hercules felt a slight discomfort at first, but it subsided 
when Iolaus slowly started to move in and out, hitting his prostrate with each stroke, sending 
waves of pleasure through his body. They came at the same moment, shooting out their seeds 
with loud screams. Hercules had never before felt so much pleasure, not even with Deiranera.

*

Iolaus told his mind to shut up - the Sovereign was past, over, gone, and when he was honest, 
after getting used to it, he had almost enjoyed some of the nights. No use in grieving for things 
that had happened in the past. 

Now he had a new life, a second chance, and he wouldn't destroy his friendship with Hercules 
by still living in the past. Hercules was cute, by the way. The Sovereign had been, too, but 
Hercules just looked... nicer.

But Iolaus also wouldn't set their friendship at stake by trying anything to seduce Hercules. He 
couldn't substitute the other Iolaus as Hercules's lover, he could only become Hercules's new friend. 
And that was more than he had ever expected from life.

*

Hercules told his mind to shut up - his beloved was dead, and thinking of him while being 
together with the ex-court-jester wasn't fair. His time with Iolaus had been the happiest time in 
his life, but Iolaus wouldn't want him to grief for what was over.

Now, the other Iolaus - he liked him more each day, of course not in the same way as 'his' 
Iolaus, because he was a completely different person. And he should treat him as a different 
person. 

Iolaus was pretty, but Hercules decided to resist the temptation to try to seduce him. It wouldn't 
be fair, he would just use him as a substitute. Better treat him as the friend he was.



So the new friends finished breakfast and departed to new adventures.

***End***

Really, I couldn't let them come together. After all we all know that Iolaus 2 married the meermaid 
Nautica, and that Iolaus 1 came back. *nods*