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CURRIED DREAMS

by Martine


Iolaus was dreaming, twice already that night he had unceremoniously fallen from the bed. He was hot, uncomfortable and very, very restless.

His stomach growled and rolled, the effects of the remains of Falafel's most recent `creation'. Iolaus never realised when he tucked into the stew that it was so spicy. The suspect cook insisted that the spices `enhanced the subtle flavours of the lamb and vegetables' but Iolaus wasn't so sure, he'd gotten through two tankards of rough ale after the first mouthful and still his tongue was on fire. The bread didn't help either; stodgy, unleaven stuff that had little bits of black cardamom in and other things that seemed to stick in the hunter's teeth, refusing to budge even with the point of a knife.

Hercules, to his credit, never moaned once about the meal, merely glancing at his partner with not inconsiderable amusement as Iolaus had plowed his way through the smelly fare. The demigod remarked afterwards that he'd never seen any mortal with such an animated face. Iolaus' features went from fascination, to delight, to disgust, to abject terror and back again; all in a matter of seconds.

Well now he was paying the price....

It was a warm evening, but by no means warm enough to be responsible for the effect on the hunter. Iolaus lay sprawled on his back in the large, sumptuous bed, his legs tangled around the cool, red cotton sheets, one arm flung back over his eyes....he was groaning. Pale moonlight streamed in through the narrow window and illuminated the sweating figure on the pallet.

The room was one of a series of guest rooms but always reserved for him whenever they visited Hercules' brother, King Iphicles and his family. The bed was large enough for two people, something which Iolaus always wondered about. Did Iphicles know of his relationship with Hercules? Or was he merely being kind to his guest in case Iolaus should want some `other' company for the night? Somehow he suspected the latter. Nevertheless, so far the demigod and the warrior had managed to stay away from each other whilst visiting their friends and relatives, something which Iolaus, in particular, found very hard to cope with. The giant pallet was begging to be tested out by lovers.

It was one of the more luxurious rooms in the palace and the hunter always relished staying there although he *did* begrudge having to wear night attire for the sake of decorum; if there was one thing Iolaus couldn't stand it was the feeling of clothing on him whilst he was sleeping. Of course he mostly put up with it when he and Hercules slept in the open, but he liked nothing better than the feel of the soft sheets next to his naked flesh when they managed, all too infrequently, to find an inn.

Uncomfortable, his hands pushed roughly at the restraining material, small, delicate fists curling into the black satin pyjama bottoms that Iphicles had lent him, the gold sash draped uncomfortably between his legs. Every time he turned the sash got caught under his thighs and rubbed tantalisingly against his shaft. A couple of times he'd reached down to unwrap the sash from under him, only to be stopped by a delicious feeling when he pulled the material from where it was imprisoned.

Those had been amongst the more interesting highlights of his night; now he was tossing and turning, not one thought being given to the pleasures of the flesh. Iolaus' feet twitched as though he were desperately trying to run away from something in his sleep.....and his arms began to flail wildly...

...............Iolaus was trying to flee...he was running as fast as he could, but the monster seemed to be gaining on him. He daren't look back, if he turned around he would be doomed for sure. He'd seen the thing coming towards him and fled. Ugly it was, and huge, with rotten, crooked teeth and hideous brown eyes that stared madly at its prey as if to devour Iolaus whole. The dirty hair framed a hideous face; all wrinkled skin and dribbles. The creature wore a filthy hat that the hunter could only imagine must have been white when it started out life, now it draped over the pointed head in a mocking attempt to add a humorous touch to the grotesque gargoyle.

The weirdest thing was, it carried a giant ladle....

"Get away from me you hideous bastard!! Don't come near me..."

"But Iolaus..I simply want you to try my new recipe...it's called a kurrie..I think you'll like it!"

"NOOOOOOOOOHH!"

Iolaus sat bolt upright in the bed, pungent sweat pouring from every orifice, heart pounding. He didn't think that he'd shouted in his sleep but he couldn't tell. The blond shook his head trying to clear his mind of the awful images. It took a few moments for his heart to stop racing and he reached across to the table beside him for a draft of cider to slake his thirst. Iolaus grimaced as the acid taste of the cider
mingled with the remains of his meal and did a dance in his sensitive insides.

Half asleep, he decided to roll onto his stomach for the remainder of the night, hoping to soothe his aching belly with something hard pressed against it; the comfort of the packed mattress was temporary, but effective. It was even more effective when he rolled a large pillow under him, arms clutched around the top like a lover. Iolaus snuggled up against the soft down and pushed his pelvis into its comforting warmth, that helped, a little. He didn't like to admit to it, but he was nervous to go back to sleep, unsure if he wanted to be haunted by Falafel's grinning face again - so Iolaus decided to concentrate on something considerably more soothing.

Using meditative techniques, he relaxed his whole body and sought peace deep inside himself. He decided to conjure up the image of someone dearly beloved to help him ease his sore muscles, aching stomach and worried brain.

Starting from the feet, Iolaus imagined them; strong, large and well-balanced, then legs; tawny and muscular, braced slightly apart, thighs; wide but firm, with smooth skin dipping into the centre and upwards to touch the joint where the covered hipbones connected torso to legs. Then the wonderful dip down to the glorious manhood; the large, flaccid penis and well defined scrotum nestling in brown curly hair, the shapely abdomen, delicate belly-button and flat stomach partially covered with the same soft fur. Travelling upwards now to the magnificent chest; broad and powerful, twin brown nipples barely visible beneath the light curls. Next, the clavicles with their delicious dip reaching up to the nape of the thick neck and travelling across the wide shoulders and back down to the well-muscled arms; arms that encircled and caressed and hands, so large but gentle. Lastly the head, chiselled and well defined, the sensuous lips, perfect nose and high cheek bones with their twin orbs of stunning blue, the well-proportioned ears hidden completely under the shock of long, sun-kissed and burnished chestnut hair - that Iolaus so loved to run his fingers into or grab hold of whilst they made love.

He groaned..Hercules..he had conjured up the perfect image of his lover in his mind. The only problem was, it wasn't helping him relax at all, it was making him extremely aroused! Beneath him, Iolaus felt the familiar thrumming of his cock as it suddenly stirred into life, demanding attention as it poked into the bedding. Moving slowly over the pillow, he reached behind him and sought the end of the sash that
had, once more, trapped itself between his satin-clad legs and began to rub it backwards and forwards beneath him, just catching his aching cock each time the gold material wound itself through his legs. His hips thrust gently up and down with the increasing movement and his shaft filled and throbbed.

Iolaus splayed his legs out a little on the red sheets and slipped one hand down between the black satin pyjamas and the pillow, seeking out his desperate member and grasping it through the thin material whilst the other still worked its magic between his thighs. His breath was coming in tiny gasps now..not enough to wake the household but enough to give himself the added pleasure of hearing the passion in his own low, throaty cries.

He pretended the long pillow was Hercules and moved it further down between his legs, knees drawn tightly around it, hard arse muscles clenching and unclenching, frantically trying to find a rythmn he could lock onto. The sash was in the way now and he decided to try something else. Swift hands pushed the top of his pyjamas trousers down over his perfect buttocks and thighs until they were three-quarters down his legs. The pale moonlight illuminated his creamy cheeks and echoed the
roundness of that silent orb as he brought the sash over his waist and hooked it in between his buttocks and down under his legs, he grasped the end and began rubbing the material back and forth against his anus, even as the other delicate hand awkwardly milked his burning cock.

Iolaus' head was down, eyes closed and mouth open, sucking in what air he could as his face pressed urgently into the feathery prison. His hips bucked in ever increasing passion as he fucked the pillow, imagining his demigod lover and the feel of flesh pushing into him, the edge of the material caressing the puckered entrance to his body. Desperate for the fullness only Hercules' thick cock could provide.
Nevertheless his ministrations were working, and Iolaus could feel the build up of pressure in his groin, his testicles tightening in response to sensation. Sweat broke out on his tanned body and the golden thatch of hair between his legs glistened with the heat of his arousal combined with the moisture from his labours. He pulled back and forth on his silken foreskin drawing it across the wet red tip of his cock until the
feeling of tightness became unbearable. His neck stretched taut and he bit deeply into the pillow beneath him, muscles locking, gripping it with all his strength as his orgasm finally swept through him like a tidal wave. His back arched convulsively, knees crushing the feathers between them. He thrust against the bed as stream after stream of pearly essence slipped between his stomach and the blood red bed linen. A hoarse cry escaped his lips with the final few moments of climax and he finally, blessedly, fell back onto the bed, completely exhausted.

A small smile found its way across his sumptuous lips and he hugged the pillow closer. He would worry about the mess in the morning. For now, he had completely forgotten about the bad dream or the pain in his stomach. The sex had been enough. His body sagged after the tension and his knees felt weak. He just hoped no one had heard him shouting.

******

But someone had heard.

The old, wooden door to Iolaus' room opened slightly and Hercules' head peered around it, unsure if someone was attacking his lover or if Iolaus had simply been feeling as lonely as he had that night. It didn't take him long to surmise it was the latter. He silently stepped into the room, not wishing to disturb the sleeping man. The instant he did, however, his breath was taken away. Iolaus was spread wantonly before him, the moonlight streaming down on his half naked form. Bedcovers had been tossed aside and lay disarrayed in a heap at the base of the large bed, one pillow thrown hastily over the other side of the room whilst the other was pressed underneath the hunter.

The blond's hair lay tousled about his handsome face and Hercules could clearly see the smile that played about his mouth. Iolaus' sweat-sheened torso with its sculpted and well-muscled, back glowed in the blue light as did the magnificent buttocks that rose up temptingly. Hercules suddenly felt warm, his mind played through a myriad of options, all erotic. He approached the bed on tip-toes, unsure where the creaks in the floorboards were and keen not to give himself away to his lover.

As he got closer to the bed, the full glory that was Iolaus became visible. He could smell the unmistakeably sweet fragrance of sex and the blood rushed to his groin. The black satin pyjama trousers wrapped Iolaus like some carnal gift and Hercules intended to unwrap this ethereal present slowly. He looked so peaceful lying there. A flicker of guilt crossed the demigod's mind but disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. It was a shame to disturb the exhausted man but the son of Zeus couldn't resist, he leaned close to Iolaus' ear and whispered "Iolaus..who were you dreaming about?"

And got the shock of his life!

"Hmmn...Falafel!" came the sleepy and unwanted reply. Hercules stepped back a pace or two and connected his knee painfully against a chair - he yelped in surprise.

Falafel!! Hercules couldn't believe it, Iolaus had never liked the hideous cook so how could he now..well...do..*that* whilst thinking about Falafel? He was one very confused and deflated demigod, literally - all the ardour had gone, leaving his penis as flat as his ego. This couldn't be true - could it? He decided, for the sake of his sanity, he had to ask again.

Once more he approached the gilded hunter. This time he brushed his hand slowly under the thicket of soft hair at the base of the neck, in an attempt to rekindle the previous flames of his passion. "Iolaus, it's me; Hercules! You weren't really dreaming about Falafel were you? "

Still half-slumbering Iolaus nodded. So it was true. Why had he never suspected? The blond had kept his secret well hidden even from the demigod. Once or twice whilst making love to Iolaus, Hercules had, to his eternal shame, called out Deinaeira's name whilst climaxing, but never had the hunter shouted anyone else's name but his and certainly not Falafel's!!! They would have to have strong words in the morning. If Iolaus loved someone else it was only right that they should be together, even if it did make his stomach churn just to think about it. Falafel..... uggh!

`Speaking of stomachs churning' Hercules thought `Iolaus sounds as though he's in agony!'.

Iolaus seized hold of the pillow, clutching it even tighter to his belly as his insides cramped in sympathy with the tumultuous battle being waged in his lower regions. He grimaced and turned over in an attempt to make himself more comfortable, his sleepy eyes catching those of Hercules'.

"Um - hello, what a lovely sight to wake up to!" the blond started to rub his face with one hand before realising somewhat embarrassingly that it was still sticky with cold semen, he unconsciously wiped it on the linen and looked sheepish. "I..er..well...I just wasn't sleeping too well, Herc." he explained.

Hercules frown deepened. "It looks to me, Iolaus, as if you were having a very enjoyable sleep, or should I say dream!"

If the demigod could have seen in the grey/blue moonlight he would have noticed the blond blush from the base of his neck to the tip of his roots. "Yeah..well..you're quite a subject."

Hercules looked confused.

"What do you mean *I'm* a good subject? That wasn't what you said a few moments ago when you were talking about Falafel! I don't pretend to understand your taste my friend but I would appreciate a little honesty in our relationship!"

Iolaus was wide awake now and, if possible, even more confused than his divine friend. "Herc - what are you talking about?"

"Hah! don't pretend you don't know Iolaus. I'm talking about your little - little..oh damn why don't I just say it..your wet dream about Falafel!"

The hunter spluttered. "My WHAT?!"

"You know VERY WELL what I'm referring to. I asked you who you were dreaming about and you said Falafel. You can't deny it Iolaus, I heard you with my own ears! *And* I heard your lust-filled scream."

"Why on earth should I deny it? I WAS dreaming about Falafel, but not in the way you think!! I was having a nightmare about him. Herc..he came after me with a giant ladle! I think it was the most horrible dream I've every had." He reached out to catch one of Hercules' hands in his own, pulling him further towards him, feeling the briefest of resistance in the demigod.

"But..but..I don't understand. It's obvious you've been..well..you know, excited... and I thought when you said `Falafel' that you meant...er."

"Sssh!..stop babbling and listen to me, you great oaf. You remember that disgusting food he served us up today? Well it's been giving me the most awful nightmares, my stomach feels like it's been bludgeoned by Titans and there are a million tiny ants wandering around gnawing at my insides - that's why I was dreaming about that awful man! So naturally I tried to - well - think of something nicer. You, my love! And er...you know what happens when I think of you...call it a natural response." Iolaus grinned sheepishly.

The demigod mouthed a silent "Oh!" before being pulled headlong into an embrace.

Surfacing for air a few minutes later he somewhat belatedly realised Iolaus' continued state of undress and grinned. The silk had wrapped itself across the top of Iolaus' thighs, partially exposing the triangle of golden fur and the thick root of Iolaus' cock. He felt down the firm torso until he reached the hunter's stomach and placed the palm of one hand flat against the muscles, he could feel the bubbling through his fingers.

"Hmmn..let me see what we can do about this." He started kneading his knuckles gently into Iolaus's stomach pushing the smooth plane of flesh out from the centre and across to the his hips, eliciting a moan of pleasure from the blond. "Does that help the pain at all?"

"Oh yes..but I know something that helped me even more. Willing to give it a try?" He took one of the demigod's hands and placed it on his cock, the softened flesh instantly springing to life under the warm digits as his lover took advantage of the situation and began stroking him. Long, lusty strokes, promising things to come. Iolaus closed his eyes briefly, revelling in the feeling of the strong digits surrounding him, playing with him.

Hercules could no more have stopped himself than Iolaus could have stopped himself eating, but Iolaus had other ideas. Shuffling reluctantly out from under the demigod's ministrations, Iolaus raised himself slightly from the bed, awkwardly moving the black pyjama bottoms with him, until they became an annoyance. "Take them off, Hercules," he ordered, breathlessly.

Hercules was annoyed at being disturbed in the middle of admiring the delicious expanse of flesh presented to him and didn't want to leave the half-milked penis , but complied nevertheless. He moved further down the bed and quickly stripped the garment from his lover's body, feeling the luxurious material against the equal softness of Iolaus' perfect skin, before tossing Iphicles' garment carelessly over one shoulder onto the floor; the sash he held onto and casually began knotting it, small, tight knots that would be difficult to unravel, when Iolaus gasped...

"Now your turn, let me see you, all of you."

Slipping the sash between his teeth, Hercules tucked his hands into the waistband of his trousers, wine-coloured satin slid from the strong legs, leaving him exposed to the moon's caress and his lover's hot gaze, his large penis standing out clearly against the darkness.

Both completely naked now, Iolaus decadently spread his legs wider and pressed himself back into the feather pillow, trying , unsuccessfully, to avoid the wet patch as Hercules took hold of his knees and pushed them back up to his chest before spreading his arse cheeks. Gently pushing them apart, Hercules bent to lick up and down that delicious valley with the very tip of his hot tongue. Iolaus gasped and once again his shaft awoke, springing to life and leaking globules of pre-cum with the excitement going on below him. The talented tongue laved his testicles, nipped at his flesh and drove him mad with its erotic dance before spearing the blond's anus, licking the rim and teasing his scrotum until the smaller man squirmed beneath the demigod.

Hercules' own cock was throbbing against his belly and he longed for the hunter's mouth to encircle the head, licking and sucking, drawing out everything he had, forcing himself down the talented throat.....

"Oh gods - this is too much, I've got to have you in me, Hercules! If you love me - do it now."

The demigod stopped his tongue's delicate invasion of Iolaus' body and quickly administered to his own need, pulling at his erect cock and stimulating himself to produce the lubrication he would use to slide into Iolaus, or not - he wanted to try something first. It took no time at all for Hercules to harvest the fruits of his exertion, gritting his teeth as Iolaus hungrily watched him pump his cock back and forth, hand gripped just below the flared head until tiny jets of ejaculate gushed forth covering the bed linen and floor. As Iolaus licked his dry lips, Hercules spread the glistening fluid along his length before positioning his wet fingers tantalisingly against the blond's puckered entrance.

The demigod looked into Iolaus' piercing blue eyes questioningly and cocked his head on one side "Are you SURE you're not in love with Falafel?" One finger pushed inside roughly penetrating his lover, another - stretching, wriggling, then - just as swiftly, removed.

Iolaus fell back onto the bed and groaned "Oh gods, Hercules..WHAT are you trying to do to me?"

A grunt, a slight push, and this time the slick head of Hercules' cock disappeared into the tight hole. Iolaus yelped. "Yeouch!"

"Just answer my question, Iolaus and I'll fuck you." Hercules' hands pressing against his inner thighs, another slight push before withdrawing completely, hands leaving Iolaus temporarily bereft.

"Zeus, Herc..you're cruel!! Okay..okay! I love YOU, only you - always have, Falafel, always will, now please, puleessee...do it! What in Tartarus????"

Hercules never intended to give in to the hunter immediately but his use of the foul cook's name just made him more determined to get his own back. He began pushing the thin, knotted, sash into Iolaus' anus, stuffing it in a tiny bit at a time until he had the blond biting into his own forearm drawing small beads of blood, unable to say another word, debilitated from the pain and the pleasure. The demigod was chuckling, enjoying this moment of power over his lover but being careful not to hurt him... gently pushing.

Iolaus' legs dropped down onto Hercules' shoulders as the muscles in his anus clamped down ineffectually on the invading material, bearing down - pushing out, to no avail. Suddenly, the end of the sash touched something inside and sparked off every nerve ending in the hunter's body. He screeched, overwhelmed by the shuddering ecstasy of feeling, the intense eroticism of the invasion. The demigod instantly took advantage of the situation and, one hand still on the sash, forced his sweating torso between Iolaus' spread legs, covering him and stealing a kiss of consenting passion from the open mouth. The blond's eyes closed, savouring the taste of sweetly mixed saliva, unsure where the night would lead, but trusting his half-mortal lover completely.

Hercules' lips found purchase on Iolaus' neck, nuzzling into him and sucking until blood broke under the surface of the skin, marking *his* love, *his* territory. He repeated the action across the broad chest, feeling Iolaus' cock pressing painfully against his ribs, his heart hammering wildly like a butterfly trapped within a spider's web. Ignoring the throbbing in his own shaft, he bit his way down the firm, glistening body, suckling flesh wherever his mouth came to rest. Iolaus could do nothing....simply wait for the next emotion, the next sensuous feeling to assault him - the next bite. Blood raced between head and groin, his temples throbbed painfully and his legs strained from being trapped in an awkward position.

It was like nothing he had ever experienced before, beyond a dream, beyond words. This was how he had always imagined he would die, not on a battle field or lying in a bed, wrecked with age...but in the throes of passion - what nobler way to go than being fucked to death, your heart and body given over to the one you love, in this case, the son of Zeus.

Arms tucked under his head, Iolaus was floating on a bed of red-raw pleasure, he had no intention of helping in his ravishment, simply enduring the ministrations to the best of his considerable ability.

More unexplored sensation now as Hercules bent low over Iolaus' crotch and a rough, frenzied, tongue covered the top of his erect cock, rampant in the moonlight. Alternately sucking the head and laving the shaft of his partner and lover, Hercules' other hand sought out his own, rock-hard member and began milking it in time with the suckling, his hand slipped up and down the huge cock, pulling rythmically until he took the hunter's cock fully down his throat and felt the first pull of the Iolaus' testicles against his chin, then, abandoning his own wanton flesh he reached carefully between their joined bodies and grabbed the end of the sash once more to wait for the best moment to act.

The blond was bucking now, hands grabbing, clutching at the red sheets; his head thrashing from side to side.

Sucking....lips pulling strongly on the tip, drawing up the semen from its home deep within, Hercules waited as Iolaus squirmed and drew a gasping breath then, with the swiftness of a hawk taking prey, he pulled the royal material from Iolaus' anus, each knot causing a whirlwind of sensation to course through the blond's body...as he yelled and moaned his completion, ejaculating stream upon stream of warm, salty liquid, the creamy semen spurting forth into his lover, a catharsis of sexual intensity.

Iolaus dropped his legs, catching Hercules' shoulders and sagging, his body trembling violently from the explosive climax. The demigod was still tending to him, licking him clean like a newborn foal, every now and then their eyes met and each saw the love that was deeply entwined in their souls. Tears of satisfaction and joy came unbidden to the hunter's eyes. He was so grateful for the man now kneeling before him. Their union was more than just a coupling, it was an offering of purest love, a reinforcement of their need for one another and a demonstration of giving.

Now it was Iolaus' turn to give to Hercules and, reluctantly disengaging from Hercules' hot mouth he caressed the demigod's face and kissed him before shakily turning onto his hands and knees, backside presented towards the son of Zeus....giving of himself.

The penetration was swift and smooth, the demigod easing himself into the well-prepared body of his lover. Iolaus' body was slick with sweat and made grasping him a difficult job, large hands slid over his muscles as Hercules covered him with his weight and pushed up and into the warm anus. The demigod rested his head against the blond's neck and he blew gentle kisses against the sensitive hairs there as he threw strong arms around Iolaus' chest. Clinging desperately, he rocked into him, thighs and testicles slapping noisily against the back of Iolaus' legs and buttocks as he fucked him.

Both men grunted, one with the effort of thrusting, the other with the incredible feeling of being filled, co-mingled pain and pleasure. The beat of two hearts increased rapidly as both hurried towards sexual completion, racing along the path of passion, the noise of their coupling becoming incrementally louder with every force of the demigod's cock into his lover's body.

Iolaus thought his knees would give way, such was the stimulation he was being subjected to. Hercules was the strongest lover he had ever had and his back arched with the effort of keeping them locked together. He could almost imagine the erotic scene as if he were outside his body; the classic Greek pose, stronger man covering the smaller, engorged cock penetrating to the hilt, the moonlight picking up the glistening skin as they rutted.

The hunter could hear himself panting and urged his lover to fuck him harder; to touch him; to milk him once again as the urgency became an unbearable pain. Without missing a thrust, Hercules obligingly slipped a large hand down to grapple with Iolaus' bobbing cock and joining thumb and forefinger together began pushing and pulling the skin up and down, squeezing the head and teasing out the wetness from its swollen tip.

Hercules' pace increased, pushing Iolaus further forward on the bed as he thrust furiously. He growled menacingly into his lover's ear "Give me what I want, Iolaus!"

"Oh gods, Hercules...I'm trying...believe me...mmnpfh!"

Another lunge and a painful squeeze of his penis.

"I want you to come..please, Iolaus, just pull me tighter!"

"Zeus, Herc..are you trying to kill me?"

A hiss "Yes!"

"Oh boy...what a way to go!"

Iolaus squeezed his sphincter muscles, pulling the demigod's cock further into him and eliciting a yelp as it dug into his prostate again. He could feel the build up in both of them....not long now....

"I think you're just about to get what you've asked....aaghh!"

With a strangled cry Iolaus erupted again, a small, potent jet of bitter cum hitting the bed even as he felt his lover tremble against his thighs and climax, crushing his chest and squeezing his penis so tightly he thought he would scream. Hercules lazily thrust into the blond, his body quivering with effort as he savoured the last remnants of his orgasm. As the last few seconds of exquisite feeling pulsed through both men's bodies, Iolaus collapsed forward onto the sheets, his naked chest hitting the wet patch on the bed with a squelch. The demigod fell forward with him, effectively pinning the smaller man down whilst he wriggled against his buttocks, his softened cock still embedded in his lover, still savouring the sensation of possession.

Several minutes passed before either was able to speak, Iolaus because he didn't want to break the contact between them too soon, and Hercules from the sheer intensity of his orgasm. He rarely, if ever, experienced such incredible lovemaking with anyone but Iolaus. His partner met force with force which often made their couplings a very rough affair but they could also be gentle with one another and the hunter had the most sensational feeling in his hands which were capable of sending the demigod over the edge just by touching and caressing him.

Reluctantly Iolaus coughed and spoke first "Ahem, er...Herc? Do you think you could get your cock out of my arse for a moment? I'm kinda squashed on something unmentionable here and it's making me cold."

Hercules had been drifting lazily in a sated half-slumber and now opened his eyes to a face full of shining golden hair he also had a few strands in his mouth which tickled his nose and tongue. He hastily removed the silky tresses.

"Phaf phaf...oh, sure, Iolaus..sorry. I was starting to go off to sleep then."

"Yeah, big guy....with me as your pillow, now get off, will you?!!"

The demigod carefully eased his cock out of the cosy warmth of the blond's backside and sat up, licking his lips at the faintly lit sight of his own semen as it leaked out from the puckered orifice. What he wouldn't give to bend his head and take it back into him...in fact...that's just what he would do. Before Iolaus could protest, Hercules bent his head and parted the creamy globes and proceeded to lick the hunter clean. He heard the delightful gasped shock and then a giggle as the sensation hit his lover.

"I said let me up...not give me another hard on... Oh gods that's wonderful!.. No...no you'd better...oh....stop! *Please, Herc!*"

A light slap on his buttocks and a strong arm turned him over onto his back. He looked up into the satisfied, smug grin of his partner, the chestnut hair falling heavily over the half-lidded eyes. In the semi-darkness Iolaus could barely make out a glint of wicked pleasure in those deep blue orbs.

"Happier? How's your stomach feeling now?"

Iolaus blinked. "Stomach? Why? What's wrong with my stomach?"

Hercules laughed, "Well for one thing, my friend, your stomach seems to be covered in something sticky!" he fingered the mess on Iolaus' chest, drawing lazy circles with the cold semen across from one nipple to the other. Swiftly, Iolaus batted the hand away as his insides chose that precise minute to bubble.

"Oh yeah..I remember...my bad dreams, right?" Hercules nodded and tried to continue his ministrations as Iolaus wriggled further back on the bed. He was exhausted for one thing...three times tonight was plenty, not to mention the nightmares, and he was getting pretty tired. He could see Hercules was up for another - *literally!*.

"Er..I think we'd better call it a night, big guy. There's enough come on this bed to fill one of Iphicles' golden goblets, besides which, we don't want to risk your brother hearing us, do we?" His speech was half-hearted at best but he could tell his friend wasn't listening.

Hercules stared at Iolaus' now flaccid member "I'd much rather savour it from another drinking vessel.."

Iolaus rolled his eyes back in his head. Why oh why did he have to be in love with someone whose libido was the size of Greece? He knew if Hercules really wanted to then he'd have no other choice but to give in to the man but he also knew that his lover would never do that to him; it was both of their choices to make love or nothing, so now he had to convince Hercules that he was too tired to fuck again.

"You move so beautifully, Iolaus, I love to watch you in the moonlight, the way the light catches your hair."

*Shit* now he was going all poetic on him...Iolaus was in serious trouble.

"Hercules...are you on something? I mean...you'd tell me if you were taking anything to make you...you know...more potent, wouldn't you?"

The demigod laughed, watching the hunter squirm. "But, Iolaus, I'm *always* potent, you used to say that was one of the things you loved about my body, the way I fill you. I'm just not quite ready to quit tonight that's all, two...maybe three more times and I may." He knelt on the bed and advanced towards his rapidly panicking lover, his swollen cock dragging meaningfully along the luxurious sheets

Iolaus scrabbled up the bed until he hit the headboard - nowhere else to go, his backside pressed firmly into the wood. He quickly grabbed the end of a sheet and coyly pulled it across his genitals, hoping it would help to calm the aroused demigod down.

But Hercules grabbed one end of the sheet and pulled hard, the sheet slid silently off the hunter's legs, leaving him exposed once more to the lascivious glance of his partner.

"Surely you don't want to hide from me, Iolaus? I want to look at you. Then I'm going to pound into you and make you bleed before you call out my name. Not Felafel's name, Iolaus...MINE!"

Iolaus' hands flew to cover himself.

"Okay" the blond squeaked, "I give in, you're obviously *not* going to take no for an answer but don't expect me to perform because I'm dry, you may even find I fall asleep half way through which has gotta be a first, but I'm that exhausted, Herc, that I don't think I could raise a finger, let along my cock, so none of this `gimme what I want' business, right?"

Hercules sat back on his haunches and laughed...and laughed...and laughed. He laughed until tears were streaming down his face and he slapped the mattress. Iolaus was totally bemused, he seriously didn't know what was wrong with his friend.

"Have I said something funny?"

More laughter.

"Anything you'd like to share with the group? I mean, I may be being thick here but I can't for the life of me think what I said that was so amusing. I find this ribaldry a tad out of place considering you're just about to fuck me."

Hercules wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and fought to control himself. It was so funny, seeing Iolaus backing away from him because he thought he was going to get another rogering.

"I'm sorry, Iolaus...I just couldn't help teasing you, I wanted to get my own back for that little mention of Falafel's name and figured I'd play with you for a while. You know, you really do look very silly hunched up there with your hands covering your genitals!"

"You bastard. I will never, ever, take you seriously again. From now on Herculeees you can sing for it for all I care. Huh....cheek..making me think you were going to attack me. Well Mr Demi-god, son of Zeus, you can go make love to one of the village goats; as far as I'm concerned our days of physical contact are over."

With that he leapt off the bed and bent forward to pick up the discarded pyjama bottoms, only to find himself grabbed from behind by a pair of very strong arms and hauled back onto the bed with a screech. Fist still grasped around the black material he whipped the trousers over his shoulder to connect with his attacker. A muffled yelp came from that direction and Iolaus giggled.

"Now gerroff me! Before I *really* hurt you!"

Hercules sniffed, his nose stung from the force of the whipped material. "Not a chance, lover, not until you apologise."

"M..me! You've got to be kidding (and stop doing that with your fingers....) - it was *your* fault, not mine fella. All connubial rites postponed...unless.. (I said STOP doing that!)...."

Hercules leaned back as his captive stopped struggling slightly and pushed unconsciously against the fingers Hercules held in his arse.

"Unless *what*?"

"Unless you promise to go find me something to ease this appalling pain in my stomach, gods Herc, I'd even stoop so low as to drink milk."

"That bad, huh?"

"Yeah..that bad."

Hercules put down his still charge and reluctantly eased his fingers out, only to be rewarded by a disappointed gasp from the blond.

"Okay, Iolaus, give me a second to get my robe on and I'll go see what I can find. You never know...there may even be some of Falafel's cold creation in the kitchens if you fancy a bite to eat!?"

"Oh very funny!! Just get your delicious arse outta here. Who knows...the sooner you come back to me with something to stop this volcano erupting, the sooner we can get back to business...then maybe we can have eruptions of another kind!"

"You, my friend, are a terrible tease."

"And you, my incredible lover, are a horny old man!"

"No more kurried dreams tonight then..?"

"Nope, Herc, but ones with just as much spice in them, now get out of here."

"Your wish is my command, Iolaus - save some for me." This said, he pointed meaningfully at the hunter's half-erection, grabbed his clothes and headed out to find some medicine.

This could turn out to be an interesting night....


~~FINIS~~

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