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BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE
by Queenie
The cave was tiny, and uninviting, but it at least provided a modicum of
protection and shelter from the torrential rainstorm. The two travellers
were drenched, freezing from the lashing strokes as the rain hit their skin
like tiny needles and thoroughly exhausted. They had been trudging through
fields and forests turned to heavy mud all day.
Dark rainclouds had arrived the day before, casting their ominous shadows
over the land and threatening to drop their ponderous load at any time.
Eventually, inevitably, they had made good on their promise; split asunder
by forked flashes of violent lightning, their contents burst forth, drenching
everything almost immediately. The rain was continual, heavy and inundated
the entire countryside. The deluge continued for hours, never waning, only
occasionally growing even more torrential, and no-one cared to venture out
into it; only the most ardent travellers taking to the road.
Hercules and Iolaus had been caught in the near monsoon the day it had begun
and had managed to find shelter that night in a small, rather dilapidated
building on the outskirts of the forest through which they had been travelling.
The shelter it had provided had been limited. For one thing, half of the
roof was missing, consequently, a near-lake had formed beneath it, a lake
which seemed determined to reach the other side of the building despite
their best attempts to prevent it. Most of one side of the building had
disintegrated too, whilst the remaining three seemed to be in danger of
collapsing at any moment, and the wind, which had accompanied the driving
rain that night, swept through the structure at frequent intervals, until
both men had been shivering with the cold.
They had been almost grateful when dawn had arrived, so that they could
resume their journey, albeit in an unceasing and relentless downpour. However,
a body can only take so much and near exhaustion had begun to set in when
Iolaus, eagle-eyed as always, spotted the small aperture in the side of
the mountain toward which they had been travelling.
"It doesn't look too big," said Hercules, doubtfully, squinting
through the rain in an attempt to focus on their prospective shelter.
"S'big enough for the two of us," countered his friend. "Aw,
c'mon, Herc. I'm wet, I'm freezing and I'm tired. At least it's better than
that so-called 'shelter *you* found for us last night!"
"That was not my fault!" Hercules shot back, giving Iolaus a wounded
glare. "How was I to know that, of all the buildings in Greece, that
was the only one in which we'd wind up wetter and colder than if we'd stayed
outside??"
Iolaus gave him a withering look. "I'd think the complete lack of walls
and roof might have given you a hint," he said. "Look, I'm going
to check it out. You coming?"
The last word was the catalyst. The demigod couldn't help it. He sniggered.
Iolaus narrowed his eyes, pointedly ignored him and walked toward the cave,
leaving Hercules to recover his equilibrium and follow him.
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As soon as they were ensconced in the cave, Iolaus shrugged out of the thick,
sopping blanket which he had been wearing for some protection from the winds.
His vest was next, as he flung it to the far side of the cave and sank down
onto a large rock, running his hands through his dripping wet golden curls.
Hercules bit back a groan as he observed his friend and lover removing these
garments. The tawny chest lay exposed to the elements, and more to the point,
to his appreciative eye, and he stared, fascinated, as tiny rivulets of
water trickled down through that coveted landscape. He turned away, trying
desperately to control his rising passion and the all too familiar surge
of longing which was pulsating through his bloodstream. His heart was racing
and a bead of sweat dribbled slowly down his face with the effort he was
making. Keeping his face averted from Iolaus's penetrating gaze, he stared
out of the cave at the rain, which was pounding almost as ferociously as
were his body's carnal urges.
"Herc?"
He half-turned at the sound of Iolaus's questioning voice, schooling his
features to mask his desperate need - only to find the same expression painted
on the mobile features of his friend.
"We - er - don't have any wood for a fire ..." he began to say,
before being interrupted practically mid-word by a kiss of such intensity,
such awe-inspiring passion that it almost took his breath away.
"Wood's all wet anyway," Iolaus murmured, his voice sultry with
unspent need. "I can think of other ways we could keep warm ..."
"Yeah, so can I," responded the demigod, his own voice throaty
with desire. He let one hand drift gently over the golden body, tracing
featherlight touches over the rippling muscles on Iolaus's back, and running
his other hand through the tumbled curls, relishing the moisture which remained
on his palm and fingers as that hand joined the other in its slow exploration
of his friend's firm body.
He could feel the heat rising between them, as each of their bodies fired
beneath the other's subtle, familiar touch. Iolaus's small hands stroked
his sides, up and down, up and down, emulating their lovemaking techniques,
then he slowly slipped one digit into the waistband of Hercules' pants,
pulling insistently.
Hercules moaned. Iolaus was making fast work of divesting him of his pants
and he realised he was going to have to hurry in his own endeavours lest
he get left behind. Reluctantly removing his questing fingers from their
slow foray of the muscular form, he fumbled with the belt on the hunter's
leather pants, unable to prevent himself from taking the time to stroke
his hands up and down the slim legs once or twice before he returned to
his other task. Dazedly, he realised that Iolaus had already removed his
other belts, thereby making his job a little easier. He was about to ponder
upon this but was distracted when he finally opened the codpiece and allowed
his fingers to roam into that private place, teasing at the golden curls
which he knew were concealed below it. As he removed his digits, they brushed
the tip of the already weeping erection, and it was Iolaus's turn to moan,
his own hands pausing momentarily as wild sensation overtook him, threatening
to topple him over the edge.
"Gods ... "
Hercules grinned, then he covered Iolaus's sweet lips with his own once
again and thrust his tongue into the hot depths, plundering, tasting, sucking,
until they could no longer discern whose heart was beating more strongly
and from whom the small whimpers of pleasure were originating.
The golden warrior had all but completed his disrobing of the demigod and,
as the kiss continued, Hercules shrugged himself out of his pants and, leaning
down a little, helped Iolaus to do the same. Then he swept the trembling
hunter up into his arms and carried him across to the rock on which had
originated the scene which had girded his loins.
Iolaus had had the foresight to spread his wet blanket out over the rock
and it was onto this that Hercules laid him, covering the small, perfectly
formed body with his own, equally perfect larger one. Neither of them seemed
to notice the moisture which seeped out of the blanket as they writhed around
on it - both of them being more intent on covering it with even more.
"I love you, Iolaus" Hercules murmured, before finding the warrior's
ear and sucking it, licking behind the earlobe and grinning in delight as
his lover moaned incoherently and squirmed under him, the contact of his
hipbones on Hercules' groin driving the demigod wild with need. Pulling
gently with his teeth at the golden ring, he eventually abandoned that prize
for something even more tantalising, and made his way slowly down the firm,
sweat-sheened body, covering every part of it with tender kisses.
Iolaus bucked and moaned beneath Hercules, his breath emerging in a series
of mingled gasps and moans of pleasure. His hands, free to roam at will,
found their way to the demigod's straining erection, and, slowly, he stroked
it, beginning at its base and rising painstakingly up its turgid length
to the tip, where he ran his finger over the slit, which was seeping fluid.
Hercules hesitated in his own survey of Iolaus's slighter form as the world
turned dark around the edges, and he emitted a low growl. His aching penis
longed to enter that dark, mysterious place which was the only home it knew
- the only home it ever wanted. Dropping his head onto his lover's chest,
he breathed hard, trying desperately to fill his lungs, then, as the gentle
fingers paused in their ministrations to his cock, he searched for and located
one dark nub of flesh, and began pulling on it, teasing it, worrying it
between his teeth until it was dark and glistening and erect. He then repeated
the procedure on the other one, laughing throatily as this elicited yet
another excited moan from his partner.
Iolaus arched his back as he felt Hercules mouth engulf his nipple, the
sensations rippling through him, filling his own cock until he thought it
would surely burst from the pressure. His fingers sought and found once
again the penis which he longed to take inside him, and, without conscious
thought, he brought his knees up, opening his legs as wide as possible,
his heated gaze meeting that of Hercules, begging him to take what he was
offering, hoping that he would do it soon.
The demigod stared down at his friend and lover, gazing avidly into the
beloved features, then, kissing him gently on the lips, began to prepare
for entry into the active volcano which was Iolaus.
The hunter could wait no longer, however. His patience was non-existent.
He had to have Hercules - now. Reaching down, he rubbed his fingers through
his own pre-cum and coated the demigod's straining cock, then, taking it
gently in his hand, began to bring the demigod to him, easing the head into
the outer ring of his anus, biting down on the gasp of pain as it sank in.
"Iolaus, wait, we have to ..."
"No," Iolaus almost sobbed, his expressive face a mixture of pain
and wanton desire. "I need you. Want you - now!"
Hercules suppressed the desire to weep. He wanted to remove his penis from
that hot, clingy place, and instead, prepare the entrance with his fingers,
as in the past, bringing his friend to the point of ecstasy before pushing
him over the edge and jumping with him willingly. *He* wanted to remove
his cock - his cock, however, had other ideas. There was no way back now.
There was only forwards - and inwards.
With a gasp, Hercules realised that Iolaus's anal muscles were pulling him
further and further in, and he could no longer stop himself. He succumbed
to that overwhelming pressure, yielded to that unstoppable force, surrendered
to the passion and the frenzy which was his golden lover and finally pushed
past the last ring until he was fully sheathed within the hunter, driving
further and further up into the rectum, brushing by Iolaus's prostrate,
which extracted a stifled scream from his lover. Then sensation took over
both of them as he thrust in and out, pounding into the hot body, grasping
Iolaus's firm erection and milking it, milking it until they reached a crescendo
and with a unisoned howl, both came, Iolaus's cum spurting up and onto his
golden chest, the milky white fluid following the path earlier traversed
by the droplets of water; Hercules' ejaculate streaming out into Iolaus,
filling his anus and dripping down Hercules' now limp penis.
Spent, Hercules collapsed to one side, pulling out of his hunter and resolutely
ignoring the damp blanket beneath him. Equally exhausted, Iolaus cuddled
up next to him, throwing one arm carelessly, possessively, over the demigod's
bronzed chest, smiling as he felt Hercules' strong arm snake around beneath
him, encircling his shoulders and pulling him closer still.
Hercules was silent; sated and utterly fatigued, all he wanted to do was
sleep, content to know that when he did so, it would be in the arms of the
mortal who meant everything to him, without whom life would be a colder,
less welcoming place. Smiling sleepily, he reached out with his right hand
to caress his best friend's flushed face, trailing gentle fingers across
the skin, allowing them to come to rest on one broad shoulder.
Iolaus's smile widened at these loving ministrations and he snuggled up
even closer to the warm body next to him, revelling in the afterglow of
their lovemaking. "By the way, Herc," he mumbled, around a yawn.
"I love you too."
Finis
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