Disclaimer: Hercules and Iolaus and a certain nasty goddess belong to Renaissance and Universal. The other character in this story does not. We are just borrowing the boys temporarily and will return them the way they were found at the end ...


DREAMING

By Tyndara

Iolaus lay under the tree, drowsing. It was a hot day for this time of year, but there was a cool breeze blowing down from the mountains, making it bearable. Iolaus' mind drifted with the breeze. He was to meet Hercules here today. He wondered when his friend would arrive, and hoped he wouldn't be delayed. Iolaus smiled as he thought about Hercules. In his mind's eye, he could see the thick, shaggy mane of honey-brown hair, the eyes that could go from a warm, laughing sapphire to an icy, almost colorless light blue. Iolaus touched the tip of his tongue to his lips as he imagined kissing Hercules soft lips. Almost of its own volition, one hand slid up his chest, to caress and pinch one nipple.

Iolaus shook his head. "Gods, Herc, where are you?" he muttered. "It's been too long."

The two men had parted ways two weeks before, Hercules on his way to visit family in Parthis, Iolaus to visit an old friend in Tiryns. They had agreed to meet here on this day. Iolaus had gotten a very early start and had almost run the entire way. Now, he was waiting, and that was not something he was good at.

Iolaus' eyes glazed as he thought about Hercules. He imagined running his hands up Hercules strong arms, across his broad shoulders, down that hard chest. He could almost feel Hercules hands in his hair; he knew how much Hercules liked to play with his curls. One hand slid into his trousers, stroking himself. He quickly undid them, loosening his codpiece to allow his shaft to spring free. He was already quite hard. Iolaus' eyes were half- closed as he imagined Hercules hands on his body, caressing him, his lips finding all his sensitive spots and nibbling them. He threw his head back as one hand cupped his balls and stroked them while the other continued to caress his nipple, as images of himself and Hercules ran through his mind.

It was the moans that drew her attention. When she saw who was making the sounds, her eyes narrowed and her jaw clenched so tight, if she'd been mortal, she'd have broken teeth. But she wasn't mortal. She was Hera, Queen of the Gods. And her attention had been drawn to a small, muscular, blond man. He was obviously daydreaming of a lover, and Hera knew who that lover was: her insufferable step-son, Hercules.

Hercules. Even his name was an affront to her. 'Glory of Hera', indeed! Well, Hercules himself might be off-limits to her, but his little blond catamite certainly wasn't! This mortal had finally run out of luck. No more would he laugh in her face. And his death would hurt Hercules more than anything else she could do. She smirked in satisfaction and waved her hand.

The archer appeared just out of Iolaus' line of sight. She nocked her bow and aimed. "Say hello to Hades for me, Blondie," she whispered.

"I don't think so." A hand grabbed the arrow before it could be released and a mailed fist hit the archer in the jaw. She fell backwards and a blade flashed, severing the bowstring. The archer vanished. The newcomer smiled in Iolaus' direction. It was another woman, this one dressed as a huntress. Chain mail covered her palms and the backs of her hands, looped over her fingers to hold the mail protectors in place. She blew a kiss in Iolaus' direction and vanished, her mother, Aphrodite, sending her a heart-felt 'thank you'. "You're welcome, Mom. Can't let anything happen to sweet-cheeks, now, can we?" They both laughed to hear Hera's outraged scream.

Iolaus was startled as a large figure loomed over him. His wrists were grabbed and pinned over his head. He smiled as he realized Hercules was grinning down at him. "I think you missed me, Iolaus," he purred. He hadn't seen either the archer or the huntress, his attention having been captured and held by the sight of Iolaus pleasuring himself.

"How'd you guess?" Iolaus purred back, arching to press himself to his lover. Hercules released his wrists and they wrapped their arms around each other, their lips meeting in a soul-shattering kiss.

Hercules rolled onto his back and looked at Iolaus, brushing his hair back. "I missed you. I couldn't sleep without you there beside me, in my arms."

"Good. Because I felt the same way." Iolaus laid his head on Hercules chest, listening to his heart beat. "I felt like I'd misplaced the most important thing in my life. Hmmmm." He literally purred as Hercules played with his hair with one hand and ran the other up and down his back.

Hercules chuckled. His hand left Iolaus' back to caress his face, his throat, slid down his back, then between their bodies and into Iolaus' still open trousers, to cup him as Iolaus moaned. His fingers slid lightly up and down Iolaus' shaft, then moved down to caress his balls.

"Herc!" Iolaus cried, clutching his shoulders. Hercules laughed softly in his ear and continued to lightly stroke and caress his lover. He turned and lay Iolaus on his back, touched his lips with his own, then kissed his way down Iolaus' chest and stomach. He wrapped one hand around Iolaus' base and just touched the tip of his tongue to the head of Iolaus' penis. Iolaus groaned, fingers digging in the ground.
"How much did you miss me, Iolaus?" Hercules whispered throatily.

"A lot!"

"Show me." He suddenly sucked all of Iolaus' shaft into his mouth. Iolaus arched his back, thrusting into Hercules' mouth.

"Herc! I...I can't...!" He came, hard, his cries of pleasure breaking the still air around them.

Hercules took all he had to give, swallowing it all. He moved up to lay on his side next to Iolaus, leaning over to kiss him, one hand stroking his chest. Iolaus' hands went to the back of Hercules head, into his hair. He could taste the sweetness that was Hercules, as well as tasting himself in Hercules mouth.

"Iolaus," Hercules whispered, holding him tight. "Let's not do this again. Separate like this, I mean."

"Anything. I love you. I need you."

"I love you, too. And I need you." It was Hercules' turn to moan as Iolaus slid his hands under his tunic, then grabbed the hem and pulled it over Hercules' head, quickly followed by the undershirt. Hercules pushed Iolaus' vest off, then Iolaus brushed his hands away. With the quickness of long practice, he got Hercules boots and pants off, then skinned out of his own boots and tight leather pants.

Iolaus grinned wickedly as Hercules threw his head back and moaned when Iolaus licked his right nipple, then began to suck on it. Hercules thrust his fingers into Iolaus' hair, then slid to his shoulders. Iolaus kissed his way down Hercules chest and abdomen, stopping to swirl his tongue around Hercules navel, which made him shiver.

Iolaus' hands seemed to be everywhere, sliding, caressing, stroking. Everywhere but where Hercules wanted them. He felt Iolaus' fingers dancing across his inner thighs, moving up, maddeningly close, then sliding on up to his abdomen, instead. Hercules groaned in frustration.

Iolaus lifted his head and looked at his lover. "What do you want, Hercules?"

"You! I want you!"

"I know that. What do you want me to do?"

Hercules growled. "Suck me. Take me in that hot, wet, talented mouth , and suck me until I come!"

"You mean like this?" Iolaus sucked as much of Hercules' straining organ in as he could.

"Iolaus!" Hercules shouted. He could feel Iolaus' tongue caressing him. Iolaus was taking more of him in with every stroke. Hercules grasped Iolaus' head, thrusting into his mouth. Iolaus pushed his hands away, lifted his head away from Hercules' shaft.

"Tell me," Iolaus whispered, stroking Hercules lightly, cupping his balls, running a finger between his buttocks.

"Gods, Iolaus, I want to fuck you senseless. I want to fuck that delicious mouth of yours and watch you swallow when I come. Then I want to throw you on your back and fuck that hot, tight ass until you can't walk!"

Iolaus was grinning madly. "I love it when you talk like that." He returned his attention to Hercules' erection. He didn't protest when Hercules' hands returned to his head, holding him as he thrust, Iolaus' hands caressing his hips, his belly, sliding down his legs.

Hercules felt Iolaus' tongue caressing him again, pulling him back in. He felt his control slipping; he came, shouting Iolaus' name. Iolaus drank him, what he couldn't swallow spilling from his lips. Hercules pulled Iolaus up to him, licked his own cum from his lover's chin and lips. Their lips met and parted, their tongues came together, tasting each other. Hercules would never get enough of Iolaus. Iolaus was his heart, his soul. Life would be meaningless without him. With a growl, Hercules pressed Iolaus back to the ground, pushing his legs apart. Iolaus moaned as Hercules suddenly hesitated. Hercules reached over to grab Iolaus' pack. He knew he always kept a bottle of oil handy and now was no different. Finding the oil quickly, he opened it and sniffed. Something different, this one smelled lightly of cinnamon. Hercules poured a little into his hand, coating his fingers. He slid one hand between Iolaus' buttocks. Iolaus moaned as Hercules gently inserted one finger into him, waiting until he felt the muscles relax before going further. A moment later, he inserted another finger. Iolaus was writhing under him by the time the third finger joined the others. Iolaus groaned, whimpering with need, when Hercules removed his fingers.

Pouring oil into his palm, he glanced at Iolaus, who was watching him, lips parted in a smile, eyes fogged with desire. Hercules breath caught and he couldn't resist bending over to kiss those perfect lips. At the same time, he spread the oil over his penis and returned his fingers to Iolaus' ass. Iolaus was breathing hard, and moaning incoherently. Hercules very slowly slid his penis inside his lover's body, slowly pressing in as he felt the muscles relax more, until he was sheathed in Iolaus completely. Iolaus moaned, grasping his arms, as he began to thrust. Hercules batted his hands away as Iolaus went to stroke himself. He grasped Iolaus's penis, stroking it in time with his thrusts. Iolaus threw his head back, arching his back, wrapping his legs around Hercules' waist. As Hercules found his prostate and brushed it, Iolaus cried out, pleasure blazing through him from head to toe.

Iolaus screamed as he came, his seed spurting onto Hercules hand and his own chest and belly. The pulses that ran through him gripped Hercules, pushing him over the edge he was already standing on, so that he filled Iolaus with his seed and collapsed on top of him, catching himself on his arms so as not to crush his lover.

Hercules eased out of Iolaus and lay on his side. Iolaus turned to look at him. His hands caressed Hercules face. "I love you."

Hercules kissed him. "I love you, too." Hercules pulled him against him as he lay back. They would nap here, he thought, then move on to find a more appropiate camping spot. Somewhere very private. He wanted Iolaus all to himself for as long as possible. He kissed the top of his already sleeping lover's head and thanked the Fates who'd brought them together.

Neither man noticed the hateful eyes that had watched the entire proceedings. Hera was not happy. The little catamite had gotten lucky today, but he couldn't be watched all the time. Her time would come, and the little man would die, and Hercules would lose the will to live. She could be patient until then.


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