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FRUITS OF DESIRE

by Martine

(Marti's 5p Challenge)

Person: Hercules
Place: Rigging of a ship
Prop: Pineapple rings and cream (oh yeah...in
Greece..gee THANKS!!!)
Piece of clothing: Trousers Iolaus wore in `Long Live the King'
Position: Spread-eagled

<<<<Spoiler warning...contains references to `Web of Desire'>>>>



"So what *did* you see up there then?"

"Oof..er...what?"

"Get up off that decking Iolaus before you get splinters!"

Iolaus struggled to right himself, feeling more than just the deck
swaying beneath him. "I trying Herc, if only someone would stop the
ship spinning for a moment?"

Hercules finished tying the rigging straps and turned to give his friend
a hand up. Iolaus accepted and gracefully launched himself up
straight, grimacing from the pain in his backside, he was going to have
quite a bruise there later.

"`Goldenbeard' huh! My friend *you* have a lot more to learn about
sailing before I call you by a piratical name!"

Iolaus turned to brush the dust from his leather trousers. He was still
grinning stupidly from his reaction to Nebula's little butt joke.
"Ahaam..."

"What on earth was `Ahaam'?"

The hunter waved dismissively. "Oh er..nothing...nothing just thinking.
Oh damn it!"

Hercules' tone became one of concern "What's the matter Iolaus? You
didn't hurt yourself did you? That was quite a fall my love." He moved
closer to his friend and looked to see what Iolaus had seen. One of the
leather seams of the hunter's trousers had split open revealing just a
little more flesh that Iolaus felt comfortable with showing. The
demigod saw the rent and gulped at the sight of the delicious cream
flesh that poked through the tear. It had been so long since he'd held
those firm globes in his hands but now was not the time to be thinking
about sex....was it?

"Y..you'd better get below and change those. We wouldn't want Nebula
getting a *shock* now would we?" Hercules said the last more as a curse
than a comment. The pirate captain and the hunter had been getting on
just a *little* too well for his liking, ever since he'd left them
together in the cave whilst searching for Arachne there had been an air
of mutual *interest* between them that Hercules *definitely* didn't
like.

"Yah...ooohhh yah..you could be right Herc. I'll er...I'll be back in a
minute. Just..er..keep..er..tying those *things* up!" Iolaus' tongue
unconsciously poked out to touch his top lip, sending shivers down
Hercules' spine. Why did he get the feeling that Iolaus *wanted* to go
below decks?

The hunter turned to scamper up the steps to the cabin entrance, his
tightly muscled rear, with its artistic rent, disappeared all too
quickly. Hercules groaned, raised his eyes to the heavens and mumbled
"Oh gods, *why* didn't you send me a different partner? Someone ugly;
whose breath doesn't smell like roses, whose skin doesn't feel like silk
and who doesn't fuck like a god? Why ME father?" He never expected an
answer; Zeus didn't even approve of their intimate relationship.

A sudden gust of wind made the demigod shiver but he doubted it was the
real cause of the goosebumps running up and down his arms.

Why was Iolaus taking so long to change a pair of trousers? He
considered going downstairs to look in on his friend but knew Iolaus
would be cross with him and he couldn't act well enough that Iolaus
wouldn't spot the real reason he was checking up. Gritting his teeth he
went back to work. The mid-day sun burned mercilessly down on the small
ship, the deck awash with warm sunshine affording no shade from the
heat. The demigod removed his vest, mindful of sun stroke but too hot
to care.

Hercules busied himself with preparing food for them all. Maybe then
he would have an excuse to go down to Iolaus' cabin and call him.
Before leaving the small island they had managed to gather a meagre
supply of fruit, fish and fresh water for their return journey to
Corinth. Together with what they had managed to salvage from the storm
that brought them there in the first place, rations would still be low
but the three of them would survive. Indeed both he and Iolaus had
sometimes gone many days without sustenance, although the hunter
complained non-stop about his stomach they'd always found other ways to
satisfy their hunger and keep their minds off food.

Hercules roughly pulled a dagger out from where it was imbedded in the
side of a barrel and, making use of the top of the cargo hold, sliced
open some of the rare pineapples, the scented juice leaking onto the
bleached and thirsty wood. As he carved out the hard centre from the
juicy flesh, faint sounds drifted up from the hold below; gentle moans
and sighs of pleasure gradually built to panting, loud grunts and cries,
more than once he heard Nebula call out Iolaus' name in the throes of
orgasm. Hercules' mouth went dry and his groin ached with loss.

"Yes..yes...YES..like that oooh more monkeyboy...ooh....woof!".
Thankfully, it was over almost as quickly as it had begun and Hercules'
hand slipped on the knife his hands trembling.

Nebula had been trouble from the word go, if she hadn't helped save
Iolaus from the clutches of the evil spider woman he wouldn't have been
able to tolerate her flirting with his beloved. Iolaus owed her
something and she seemed determined to collect. Well he hoped to the
gods the debt was completely repaid now because he couldn't stand to
hear *that* again!!

"*Monkey boy*, *monkey boy*...I'll give you MONKEY BOY!!" The demigod
mumbled as he hacked away at the fruit taking out his frustration on the
inanimate object, finally all he was left with were thin rings of
pineapple and lots and lots of debris. "And you can stop commenting as
well!" He addressed his twitching cock as it throbbed knowingly beneath
the leather confinement.

Unable to concentrate any longer he left the half prepared food and
returned to his next job of greasing the wooden deck, perhaps the
physical work would alleviate his smouldering jealousy and cool the fire
in his groin.

A short time later the demigod looked up from his labours to see a very
sweaty and tousled looking warrior re-appear wearing only the tight
black leggings that Hercules loved to see him in. Without a codpiece
the front bulged invitingly and the demigod repressed a moan at the
sight.

They were one of the only luxury items of clothing that Iolaus carried
with him; just the one pair of dress pants and his dark purple satin
shirt that had belonged to his cousin Orestes. Iolaus looked stunning
in that outfit, his flaxen hair and tawny golden flesh contrasting with
the smooth fabric; his slim legs and nicely rounded arse filling out the
pants to perfection. When he wore them, Iolaus looked every bit as
royal as his relative had.

Hercules remembered the first time he saw Iolaus dressed in the finery,
he had practically choked at the beautiful vision. He recalled the feel
of the soft silk as it glided off one of the strong shoulders just
enough to let Hercules suckle on the exposed dark, proud nipple. It
took seconds for him to release the shirt tail from the confines of the
tight pants so he could run his hands up and down his lover's back..then
they had made wild, orgiastic love... `Oh gods...why ME? Why HIM??"

"Er..hi Herc...I um...took a little longer than I thought. I was
helping Nebula, she ah..wanted some help pumping out the hold!"

Hercules coughed at that one, `pumping out the hold'!! `Priceless' he
thought...Iolaus' excuses were worthy of an award. Well this time he
wasn't going to let the hunter get away with it, he rose from his hands
and knees and before he could object, pulled the half-naked man towards
him relishing the smell of his sweat-glistened skin.

"Hey..wait a minute...what...?"

"Shut up Iolaus." The kiss was long, passionate and possessive, the
hunter's tell-tale rose scent overlaid with the spicy fragrance of
Nebula's recent attentions. Iolaus' lips were full and welcoming and
Hercules could feel himself weakening as their tongues met. His hands
drifted down between them to softly stroke the front of his favourite
item of clothing, as he touched the hunter, he could feel his lover's
groin awaken.

"Oh Herc...I'm sorry." Hercules stopped his loving attentions and
looked into the brilliant blue eyes before him.

"What are you sorry about Iolaus?"

"I can't lie to you any more. You know what Nebula and I were really
doing don't you?" Hercules nodded, trying to put as much hurt into his
expression as he dared. "Well...I'm truly sorry Herc, it's just I...you
know I kinda owed her something for saving me and she's...well...she
won't take *no* for an answer - she's VERY *forceful* and well..."

Hercules put one finger on Iolaus' lips. "Sshh my love...not one more
word. I'm flattered that Nebula finds you as irresistible as I do. But
unfortunately you know that I'm going to have to burn the smell of her
from you with my own body don't you?"

Iolaus closed his eyes, he adored this man, his lover and best friend
and he trembled in expectation of the moments to come.

"As punishment for letting her have her wicked way with you, you're
going to have to do exactly as I ask?" Hercules had been thinking about
this for the last half hour - his revenge.

"E..exactly?!"

Hercules nodded "Ahah...*exactly*!"

"Uh..okay!"

"Good now get your gorgeous butt up on the side of the ship, against the
rigging."

With a slightly nervous giggle Iolaus complied and stood precariously
balanced on the side of the ship staring at the sickening roll of the
sea beneath him, his stomach lurched and he had to hold onto the ropes
to stop from falling. He made a captivating sight silhouetted against
the azure sky.

"Are you able to turn around?"

Iolaus complied, very slowly, heart racing with excitement.

Hercules grabbed a length of twisted flaxen rope and cut it into four,
even lengths before hopping up to join his lover on the railing.
Stepping carefully so as not to overbalance them both, he held the ropes
in his teeth while pressing himself against the hunter's body. Hercules
pulled the rigging to test it's ability to take their combined weight.
It was plenty strong enough for his purposes!!

"Arms above your head Iolaus." His voice was gentle and arousing and
Iolaus could no more deny his beloved this than he could kill himself.

Leaning into the rigging he tried nibbling at the demigod's exposed ear
as his wrists were tied to the criss-cross of ropes. His chest heaved
up and down as his cock filled achingly. Having partially immobilised
the hunter, Hercules kissed his way past the broad chest and firm
abdomen to the waistband of the concealing material.

He jumped down onto the wooden deck and reached up to grasp the fabric,
pulling it slowly off the hips and exposing Iolaus, inch by glorious
inch. When the hunter's turgid shaft was completely visible Hercules
bent down to lick the glistening head, moist and slick with Iolaus' seed
and Nebula's fragrant essence. He lapped at the precious organ stirring
it to life until it jumped hotly against his warm mouth.

Both the demigod's and the warrior's trousers found their way across the
deck as Hercules tied Iolaus' ankles to mirror his outstretched arms.
He was spread-eagled and begging to be touched. This was so different
from Nebula's lovemaking, their joining was a rough, desperate affair
and they had both come so quickly that the event was little more than
the completion of a primitive urge. But Hercules *loved* Iolaus and sex
between them was secondary, important but secondary. They knew each
other so intimately that every touch brought fire and every word
comfort.

Iolaus watched though half-lidded eyes as the demigod picked up several
of the pineapple rings.

"You wouldn't!"

Hercules grinned mischievously. "Oh *wouldn't* I? I'll show you who's
the better lover!"

Iolaus gulped and held his breath, as Hercules gently slipped three of
the pineapple rings over his penis, juice flowing down the inside of his
thigh and dribbling onto his ticklish toes only to be expertly suckled
by the demigod's strong mouth. His head thrashed against the rigging
and he snaked his hands around the coarse rope for support. *Gods this
was unbearable* he thought between gasps for air.

Hercules brought his face back to Iolaus' groin and cupped his heavy
manhood in both hands as he nibbled at the succulent pineapple, fruity
sap covering his mouth and neck. Iolaus was almost crying as each new
sensation hit him, one ring had gone, two..., his cock was so tight he
knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Finally the last piece and the
demigod made the most of licking around his scrotum and tasting the
muskiness as a delicious condiment before taking the main course deep
into the back of his throat.

Iolaus shouted loud enough to wake Poseidon and spilled deep into the
perfumed haven of Hercules' mouth, his balls tightening as he pumped
against his face. He felt dizzy and elated at the same time, the
exquisite feeling of release washed over him like the noon tide.

Hercules reluctantly released his grip on Iolaus' softening member, his
own crying out for release. He stepped back onto the railing and
brought a piece of pineapple to the hunter's lips, covered in his own
sweet seed. The demigod held one side of the pineapple in his own lips
as Iolaus sucked on the same piece of fruit; their mouths joining as the
pulp was finally consumed between them. Hercules smoothed back his
lover's wheaten hair, as he kissed him sensuously. The light of the sun
bounced off Iolaus' golden curls and lit up his angelic and serene
features. He whispered softly into Hercules' ear. "It's your turn my
love...."

Hercules looked at his life before him with such intensity that Iolaus
was drowning in the warmth of his tenderness. The demigod kissed him
one last time and felt his own kindled passion as the ship pitched in
the waves and brought his erection to rest in the hunter's belly button.
Iolaus squirmed at this new, yet unexplored, sensation and he longed to
pull his lover closer into him. Hercules sensed the newness of the
feeling and ran with it. Standing between the hunter's spread legs he
stood on tip toes and braced himself against the ropes as he started to
push the glistening head of his cock against the other man's belly. The
red tip disappeared into the warm little hole with unerring accuracy;
forcing Iolaus back against the restraints.

Iolaus closed his eyes, feeling the push of his lover's penis in his
delicate belly button, every thrust sent a delicious pain straight to
his groin. It probed the orifice as if seeking it's own entrance to his
body and Hercules was suddenly overcome with the need to jettison his
seed. He wouldn't allow this new pleasure to rob him of the delight of
pumping his essence into the warrior tied beneath him. Ignoring the
groan of disappointment from Iolaus he reached down to untie the
hunter's ankles before cupping his buttocks ready to impale him.

"Hercules....wait..hey Herc!" Squealed the hunter.

"What!!?"

"Lubrication...please!"

"Oh sorry Iolaus, I guess I got carried away." His erection tickled the
sensitised flesh of Iolaus' body as he slipped off the railing and
grabbed the honey wax cream he'd been using to condition the deck with.

Iolaus laughed as he saw the size of Hercules' hard on and licked his
lips. "It's a good job you've got plenty of that buddy!"

Hercules coated his own thick, dark flesh with the brown cream and
stroked his penis lovingly whilst inserting a slick honeyed finger
inside Iolaus' tight hole easing past the muscles and loosening up the
entrance. As Iolaus spread his legs wider, two more digits followed
before the demigod returned to his lover's embrace and positioned his
cock at the puckered door to his home. He paused, making sure he
wouldn't hurt the handsome warrior.

"Do it....*now*" He didn't add `my arms are killing me Herc' although he
would like to have.

The son of Zeus needed no more urging. With a grunt, Hercules thrust up
into the waiting passageway pushing with all his might to reach the nub
of sensation within Iolaus. The initial pain turned to inexpressible
pleasure as the blond was driven against the ropes, that is - until the
friction rubbing the flesh on his back, buttocks and arms became
difficult to bear. He was grateful for the ropes around his wrists, he
knew that he would never have been able to maintain this position
without their added security.

There was no doubt that the demigod was enjoying this more than he was,
as the sharp pain of rope burns gradually pierced his sex-fogged
fantasy. He yelped in distress, but was pleased to see that his partner
hadn't missed a beat, stroking Iolaus' cock frantically, he strove to
reach his climax. The boiling sea was counterpoint to the eruption
taking place in the hunter's body as Hercules' essence flowed into the
confluence of his own ocean. Iolaus nearly collapsed with relief. `Oh
thank the gods that's over!'

Hercules rested his exhausted head on the naked chest and thrust gently
a couple more times before slipping out of Iolaus.

"G..great...Herc...that was wonderful but do you think you could get off
me now?"

Hercules looked hurt. "What's the matter Iolaus..didn't you enjoy
that?"

"Oh yes, my love but I really would appreciate it if you could untie me
now...ouch" Hercules expression turned to worry as he quickly released
the warrior's wrists. Iolaus nearly toppled forwards as Hercules
reached to catch him and he saw the red wheals of rubbed flesh on
Iolaus' perfect back.

"Dear gods Iolaus why didn't you *say something*?"

"Oh yeah, like I wanted to stop you in the middle of an orgasm! Doesn't
matter Herc it's not bad, well, not if the salt air doesn't keep
stinging me!"

Grabbing the deck cloth Hercules quickly cleaned them both down before
helping Iolaus into his black pants and clothing himself. It was at
that moment that Nebula decided to make a reappearance. She looked to
all the world as though she had been having a nice sleep `probably
exhausted after her activities!' Hercules thought sarcastically.

"Hiya boys. What's happened to your back Goldilocks?" She sounded
genuinely concerned.

Hercules mouthed `Goldilocks?' to Iolaus who simply shrugged
apologetically.

"Nothing Neb..we were..I mean I just er..fell against the rigging, it
got quite rough out here for a while!"

"I just BET it did. I didn't know the captain of this ship was into
flogging. Hey big guy..watcha going to do with your chimp next time,
keel haul him!!??" She laughed so hard it started Iolaus off. Only
Hercules looked somewhat flushed with embarrassment.

The pirate went to return to her post on the fo`c'`s'le shaking her head
with laughter. "Partners huh...just good friends...yeah right
Goldilocks and I'm Aphrodite!!"


FINIS

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