Title: I Know, Joxer, I Know
Archive: Tell me where
Category: Mystery partner
Disclaimer: I babysit for food.
Summary: An unnamed worshipper
I Know, Joxer, I Know
Ares stood half in shadow, half in light just out side of his
temple. He was almost embarrassed by the way he was spying, it was
stupid the mortal was praying to *him* of course he should listen. So
why was he lurking by the door instead of sitting, invisible on his
throne, as usual. He honestly didn't know but it had something to do
with the lone mortal inside. The temple was a small one, there were
no permanent priests. At first Ares ahd not even planned on stopping
here on his way to Olympus but something had compelled him.
And now he stood listening, barely believing what he heard.
"Oh Great Lord Ares
I beg of you
Make me a warrior
Brave and true
And I shall follow
Until I rest
There I will
Sing your praise
For ever, after
Normally Ares wasn't much of a music fan, sure the occasional
battle song but that was business, this was sweet and... pure.
Suddenly the singer seemed to realize he wasn't alone, "Who's there?
What are you doing listening to my prayers? Prayers are a private
matter between a man and a God!"
"Well then it's a good thing I'm a God." The instant
suspision on the mortals face was sort-of amusing actually.
"Really..." Ares couldn't help noticing how even when the
mortal wasn't singing he had a beautiful voice, on any other man it
might have seemed feminine but it seemed to suit this odd want-to-be-
"It's true I am a God in fact I'm... Ares, God of War." What
ever he expected the mortal to do it wasn't what he did.
"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha." The mortal was almost shaking with his
laughter. Ares very patiently waited for him to stop.
"You don't believe me?"
"Of course not, I've met Ares you look nothing like him."
The mortal was still talking "See Ares is taller, with
longer, darker hair, and he would never wear that."
Oh. Ares had forgotten, he was still disguised. For a moment
he focused on why he was disguised, Gods he loved messing with Herc's
little hunter. But forget Iolaus the mortal was still skeptical and
for some reason Ares wanted this mortal to believe in him.
Suddenly the mortal blinked. Ares' disquise was gone.
"Oh Lord Ares please forgive me I am so very sorry. I assumed
that you were a trickster perhaps trying to steal my offering."
"You mean the song wasn't you offering?" Ares was
The mortal looked embarrassed, "Actually that was just a
little song I just sang it outloud so that I would remember it, I'm
sort-of a musician... though I want to be a Warrior of course."
"Of course." The mortal looked so nervous, and sweet, and...
Wait a minute when had he gotten hard? Ares suddenly realized that
they both were. Before he could stop himself his hand slid his pant
leg and adjusted his erection.
The mortal's words trailed off his eye's were riveted on
Ares' smile was involuntary, so was his question. "Do you
want to touch?"
The mortal was on his knees in an instant, his hands on the
fastenings of Ares' pants....
Ares groaned aloud and the mortal looked up into the
lustfilled eyes and smiled. He bent back to his task and impaled
himself on the engorged cock. The War God gripped the back of his
head and began to thrust himself in and out of the hot moist mouth.
After a few minutes of thrusting, Ares came in quick short jets. The
young warrior swallowed and slowly made it to his feet unsteadily.
Ares reached out, steadied the mortal and pulled him closer.
He looked down into the flushed face and kissed him. The kiss was
just supposed to be a quick thank you peck but turned into something
much deeper. Their tongues tangled and Ares felt his penis begin to
stiffen and lengthen again. Ares broke away from the kiss and looked
down at his still fully clothed companion. In an instant the clothes
were blinked away and a bed replaced the throne.
The mortal grinned, boldly took the War God's hand and lead
him to the bed. They sat down upon the humongous silk sheeted bed and
began to explore each other's bodies with eyes, mouths and hands.
After what seemed like an eternity of foreplay, Ares spread
the mortal's legs and began to tease the puckered hole with his
fingertip. The mortal gasped and pushed into the finger. Ares ever
slowly streched the tight opening with his fingers until he could fit
three inside of the tight channel. Then he slowly withdrew the
fingers and placed the head of his cock at the opening. Ares looked
up into the mortal's eyes to make sure one last time that this was
acceptable and then slid home. The mortal let out a loud gasp of
pleasure/pain and the War God forced himself to stay still. After a
few moments the mortal began to move underneath the God.
Ares leaned down, roughly kissed the young man and began to
slowly thrust into him. He reached down and began to stroke the other
man's cock in time with the thrusts. This increased friction, quickly
brought the warrior to his own release with the War God tumbling
after him in a matter of moments.
When they parted the mortal could barely see, could barely
breath he was so exhausted.
"I love you."
"I know Joxer, I know."
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