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A LITTLE LEARNING . . .

by Kobra

A little learning is a dangerous thing;
Drink deep, or taste not the Pierian spring:
Alexander Pope "An Essay on Criticism


Disclaimer: Characters belong to RenPac. I'm only borrowing them. No money is being made from this. they will be returned a little older, maybe a little wiser, and in Ares' case very, very reluctantly, at the end of the story.


"And he said 'You realise...this changes nothing between us'", Hercules
finished, trying hard to impersonate Ares. "Then I was back at the Academy."

"Nothing like him." Jason observed critically, flipping another pebble into the pond.

"But Ares really owes you." Iolaus said. "Big time. I mean you kept him out of Tartarus. He should be grateful."

"Yeah. Right." Jason replied. "Ares grateful! You really think that's going to stop him hating Herc." He rolled round on the ground laughing.

"Yeah Iolaus!" Hercules added. "Anyway. What could he possibly do for me? Teach me to fight? Make me big and strong? I mean love isn't his thing is it?"

"I bet there's lots of things he could do." Iolaus said stubbornly. "If he turns up again, I'll make him think of something."

Ares made himself comfortable against a tree to continue his unobserved
observation and grinned to himself. Looking at Iolaus sprawled on his
stomach, chin propped on his hands and feet crossed in the air above his
butt, a few thoughts were beginning to cross his mind.

"Yeah?!" from Jason.

"Admit it Iolaus, there's nothing you can do?" from Hercules.

"There must be."

"Isn't"

And the exchange developed into their usual resolution of unreconcilable
differences in a knot of flailing limbs, lots of dust and grunting as they wrestled and scuffled on the bank of the pond. Hercules extricated himself first.

"Hey. Guys. Look where the sun is. We'll be late back and on stable duty for a week."

Jason rose using Iolaus' back as a step. Iolaus grunted into the dust. He was lying face down and, as usual, had come off worst. His face was filthy. Hercules and Jason set off. Hercules looked back after a few yards.

"C'mon. Iolaus. " He took a step back. "You're not really hurt."

"No. No" Iolaus said, lifting his shoulders. "I'm fine. I need to wash some of this off before Cheiron sees me. You go on. I'll catch you before you're halfway back."

"Yeah right." Jason said, dragging Hercules into a jog. "You'll be lucky if there's any supper left by the time you get back."

Iolaus watched them disappear round the bend before he got slowly to his
feet and walked carefully over to the pond. He knelt down and unlaced his trousers. His erection sprang out. Oh gods that was better. He hated when this happened. He ran his fingers lightly over it. No. There wasn't time if he was going to make supper. He leant forward and splashed cool water over his face, neck and chest. That was better. He scooped up a double handful to apply to his hot cock and yelped in surprise as a hand grasped him gently but firmly and began stroking. He sat back on his heels and found himself leaning against a broad chest. He turned his head.

"A ..a..ares!" he stammered. "W..w..w..what are you d...d...d..doing?"

Ares sighed in exasperation. "Dite keeps trying to convince everyone
blondes aren't stupid. You're not helping her case here."

He added patiently, almost as if teaching class, "What do you think I'm
doing?" Iolaus' eyes were glazing over. It felt so good. " Don't tell me
you've never had someone do this for you before?" Iolaus shook his head. "Or done it." A smaller shake. Ares smiled. The blonde was barely listening. His body finally relaxed so the God of War had to hold him. His breathing was quicker and more audible as Ares' wrist speeded up. He began to gasp and then yelled as a burst of creamy liquid spurted from the tip of his cock into the pond. He stayed slumped in Ares' embrace and felt Ares' hand travelling up his body to caress a nipple before sliding up his throat to pull his head round. He hadn't realised before how full and sensual Ares' lips were. They looked so soft. Then he looked into the dark brown eyes gleaming with desire above them and was momentarily lost.

Iolaus discovered Ares lips were as soft as they looked. His beard tickled and he was a much better kisser than any of the girls Iolaus had managed to fumble with so far in his life. Ares' tongue traced across the inside of his lower lip. Iolaus opened his mouth a little more. The tongue moved on to his teeth and then the inside of his mouth. He began to experimentally use his own tongue to spar with the invader. He fought it off and followed it back to its lair. He began to explore the cavern.

Then his brain caught up with his body. He jerked and twisted himself free in a panic. Ares didn't try to hold him. Iolaus managed to take two running steps away and then fell as his unlaced pants slipped down his thighs and tripped him. He heard Ares laughing. He flipped over. The God of War was standing. He took a pace towards the dishevelled figure.

"Stay away from me!" Iolaus yelled, struggling into his pants and managing to fasten them as he stood up. "I like girls."

Ares shrugged. "Me too. Girls are good. But if that's how you kiss with one, you're not going to get very far without a lot more practice." He saw Iolaus hesitate very, very briefly.

"No." the blonde said firmly. "I have to get back." He started to walk, then he turned back. "Thank you for.... that", he added shyly, nodding towards the bank. He turned and took a step to continue on his way. He heard Ares say, "But I haven't finished yet" before the lightning bolt zapped him into unconsciousness.

He woke dazed and with a slight headache. He opened his eyes but the light was too bright and he closed them again. He tried to raise his hand to protect them but it wouldn't move far enough. He tried the other hand. It wouldn't move either. He woke fully, eyes wide. He was naked and held in a chair by wide bands of metal across his chest. Across the room he could see three more chairs, one with a gavel on the arm and a lectern. He struggled to look round. The place seemed familiar. Of course, this is where Ares' trial happened! Herc's description was pretty good.

"That's right," the familiar baritone whispered in his right ear. A hand stroked his head gently. He turned his head. The voice moved to his left ear and the stroking continued, "This is where it all happened and where I'm going to repay Hercules for his help."

"By hurting me?" Iolaus said to his left, still struggling to see where Ares was.

"This won't hurt." Ares replied. He was casually draped over the centre seat. "Oh, you'll scream and plead and beg me for mercy but not from pain. I think you'll enjoy this."

He swung his legs to the floor and walked slowly towards Iolaus. The black leather at his groin bulged significantly. Iolaus wondered how big the God of War's cock would be. It should be impressive. Herc was quite well endowed, although not that much bigger than himself, and he was only a half-god.

Ares knelt by the side of the chair. "Now where were we?" he asked, rhetorically. "Ah yes." he reached for the blonde's jaw. The lips came closer. Iolaus shut his eyes tight and tried to turn his head away. His jaw was released. Ares' dark chuckle made him open his eyes again. "How about this then? The God of War asked looking sideways through his lashes at the blonde. He was scraping his fingernails lightly around Iolaus knee. The circle grew larger and began to move up the inside of his thigh. Closer and away and even closer and away again. "You seem to prefer this." Ares observed as Iolaus' cock began to stiffen. He stopped. Iolaus released his breath. But Ares had only stopped in order to change position. He was now kneeling between Iolaus' legs. The gentle stroking continued. Both legs now and Ares' mouth began to move towards Iolaus' own again. This time he didn't turn way but the mouth didn't reach him. Instead it dropped on to one of his nipples and began to suck and nibble it.

"Oh Zeus!" Iolaus groaned. The mouth stopped. A stinging slap on one thigh. Ares' deep brown eyes came close to Iolaus shining blue ones.

"That's 'Oh Ares!!'" he corrected. "Say it."

"Oh Ares." A fingernail was drawn across the slit on the top of his cock. "OH! Areeess!"

"That's better." The soft, full lips pressed against his own in a brief sweet reward before the mouth resuming teasing his nipple. Teeth were fully employed now. The circling fingers had almost reached his groin. One set stopped, were withdrawn and alighted on his other nipple to start a new dance of circling and tweaking. The other hand took over from the mouth. Again brown eyes gazed into unfocusing azure.

"Enjoying yourself?" Ares enquired.

The blonde head nodded. "I've n..n..ever.."

"experienced anything like this before?" Ares completed the sentence for him. Iolaus nodded again. "Even with the Lowacks?" A shake. Ares surrendered to the temptation of that hot mouth again plundering its riches. Iolaus was twitching in the chair. Too close to cumming. Ares nipped the tip of the blonde's cock and sat back. Iolaus groaned with frustration.

"Don't stop now. Please don't stop."

"Ssh. Patience. You need to learn control. Girls don't like it if you cum too quickly. They don't get to cum with you."

"Girls like that?"

"Girls love that. Girls love guys with stamina. And you develop stamina by knowing what brings you to the edge and what takes you back down again. You've got quite a big cock for your size but you also have to know how to use it." Iolaus blushed at the compliment. Ares was surprised that he found the naive response charming.

"And use your mouth and hands"

"You're a quick learner."

Ares could see the thought forming in Iolaus' brain before he asked the inevitable question. The corners of his mouth twitched in amusement as Iolaus tipped his head on one side and asked, "But if you can .. do it with girls, why are you are doing this to me?"

"Girls. Boys. What's the difference if it's a good fuck? It's not like it's an either/or choice."

Iolaus considered this for a moment. It took a lot for Ares not to laugh as he saw the blonde struggling to deal with this new idea. He added, " What do you think men do when there are no women around? Or Amazons do without men? You think they don't have sex at all?"

"Noooo."

"And you're obviously enjoying yourself. You're getting so hard so quickly."

"Hey I'm a nineteen year old boy. I can get hard looking at a pile of melons on a market stall!"

"Or wrestling with your boy friends." Ares pointed out.

"Well...yeah." Iolaus flashed one of his blinding smiles at the God of War. "That's what got me into this mess!" He grinned cheekily. Ares saw the amusement glinting in the cerulean eyes and their glance towards his own groin. "You've seen mine." the blonde said. "Can I see yours?"

"Later." Ares replied. "Don't worry you will know how big mine is before you leave." The boy was getting too confident, although the conversation had the effect Ares intended. Iolaus' cock had softened to semi-erect. "To return to use of the mouth" Ares said. There was an evil gleam in his eyes Iolaus wasn't sure about. He parted his lips and closed his eyes expecting the kiss and gasped as Ares' tongue slid slowly up the underside of his cock and circled the glans. He opened his eyes and looked down at the dark head poised above his cock. He was hard and ready again.

"Like that, huh?" Ares asked smugly.

"Hoh yeh!"

"Want more?" Ares bent his head and began licking before Iolaus had a chance to say no. Long, even strokes from base to tip. The tongue slid across the head and dipped into the small slit. Iolaus almost leapt out of the chair, despite the restraints. Ares pulled back. "Iolaus!" he said sharply. "Control yourself. Cum in my face and you'll learn all about pain as well as pleasure!"

The blonde head nodded. Ares heard him begin muttering multiplication tables. He returned to his task. Iolaus found it almost impossible to think of anything except the cool tongue expertly stroking his penis. Gods he had never been this hard before. Ares nipped the tip with his teeth which eased the pressure slightly. Iolaus needed to hold on to something to keep a grip on reality. He moved his hands and found the soft curls on Ares head. He ran his fingers through them. The head stopped moving. Iolaus continued his stroking. The sensation in his fingers added to, and distracted him from, the pleasure focused on his cock. So he didn't cum immediately Ares' mouth engulfed the tip of his cock, sucked lightly and released him.

He managed a strangled, "Oh Ares. Oh please. Please."

Ares' mouth took the tip again. Then swallowed Iolaus whole and sucked once before Iolaus came with a wild yell of pleasure, arching against his bonds and filling the God of War's magical mouth. Ares waited until Iolaus was limp and slumped in the chair before moving. When Iolaus' eyes refocused, Ares was leaning against the lectern licking his lips and looking like the cat who'd got the cream. "Well?" he said.

"Great." Iolaus replied dreamily. "I mean. It was OK." he amended striving for cool and blushing - all over, Ares observed - under the dark gaze which seemed to probe his inner secrets and allow no lies.

"You didn't last very long." Ares pointed out, critically.

Iolaus was stung into defending himself, "How do you last when someone is doing that to you?"

"Well...." the God of War considered. "I could show you, but there's no-one else here, so you'd have to suck my cock. Think you could do that?" Ares was laughing his head off. "The look on your face!!" he spluttered. Iolaus sat stunned with his mouth half open. He wasn't quite sure he'd heard right. If he had he wasn't at all sure how to deal with Ares' suggestion.

"W..w..hat did you say?" he stammered.

Ares smiled at him and this time laughter glistened in those deep brown eyes. Iolaus had to admit to himself that there was something very sexy about the body hugging black leather and the elegant way Ares lounged against the lectern. The God of War also had a set of muscles an adolescent boy could only envy. He knew a set of biceps like that would have Kora drooling.

"I said, 'Could you suck my cock?'" Ares repeated. It really was delightful how readily the boy blushed. He had set out to enjoy seducing Hercules' best friend but he was rapidly discovering that educating Iolaus was pleasurable in itself.

" That's what I thought you said." Iolaus tipped his head on one side while he considered. Ares chuckled to himself. The boy really did have charm. He revised his initial idea of a one-off. He was going to have Iolaus again. And again. So he didn't have to rush things now. He eased himself upright and strolled towards his captive. Iolaus looked at the size of the groin approaching him and shook his head. "I don't think I can," he said quietly. "I could use my hand." he offered shyly, " I mean it's only fair that you cum too..." Ares had stopped and was standing between his legs. The swollen groin was just below mouth height. Iolaus' mouth went dry and he swallowed. Ares' hands moved to his belt. Iolaus began breathing heavily. The God of War's hands moved up and unfastened his vest. He laughed as he slipped it off and knelt again between the blonde's knees. "You bastard!" Iolaus exclaimed blue eyes blazing with indignation.

Ares was laughing again. "Ssh." he said, gently stroking stray blonde curls off Iolaus' face and tucking them back behind his ears. Iolaus opened his mouth to continue protesting. He seemed to have lost all his fear, Ares observed. He placed a finger across the blonde's lips and repeated "Ssh". Iolaus shushed. The finger lightly traced the outline of those lips as Ares continued, "Alternatively, practice makes perfect." The finger was drawn slowly across the inner side of the lower lip. Unconsciously, Iolaus opened his mouth to let it in and sucked. "We could try again. And keep trying until you get it right." Iolaus moved his head forward to take more of the finger into his mouth. Ares let him. Then added a second. "What we have to do is find your control mechanism. Multiplication tables obviously don't
work! You need something else."

Iolaus stopped sucking and thought. Ares trailed his wet fingers lightly down the front of the blonde's throat and chest and across to circle the left nipple. "There was that waterfall Herc and I found," he said slowly," The water was freezing. I stood under it and Herc went swimming. We shrunk to nothing." The recollection conjured up pictures of a naked Hercules, with water trickling down his chest and flanks, shaking wet hair out of his eyes. Ares saw the pictures in the front of Iolaus' mind and felt the blonde's love for his friend. He also noticed the physical response.

"I don't think that'll work," he pointed out, dryly, drawing a fingernail up the underside of Iolaus semi-erect penis. Iolaus jumped slightly and grinned sheepishly. He thought harder as Ares returned to teasing his nipples with his fingers. Iolaus' cock stiffened, although he seemed almost oblivious of the God of War's attentions. Ares' hand began tweaking the blonde curls from which the cock sprang.

Iolaus' face lit up with excitement, "I know! I know!" he whooped. "The kings of Corinth in date order. That's really boring and I never remember them."

"Oh good." Ares said sardonically. "I'm glad that's settled. Shall we try it out?" He bent and kissed the blonde who enthusiastically returned the kiss.' We're making progress here,' Ares thought, well-pleased. He moved his hand to cup Iolaus' balls squeezing and caressing them as the kiss grew fiercer and more passionate. Ares broke the kiss, replacing his tongue with his fingers. Iolaus obediently sucked on them, as Ares' mouth descended on his hard cock. He groaned as the God of War sucked the tip and pulled away. The fingers left his mouth. "Now would be a good time to start thinking about those kings," Ares said before resuming. His tongue licked Iolaus' cock.

OK this was the same as last time. Gods it was good though. Iolaus closed his eyes and began the mental struggle to remember Corinthian kings. Ares' teeth nibbled at his penis. Then the mouth engulfed him and the teeth dragged lightly over the whole length from root to tip. Iolaus yelped in surprise. Ares did it again. Iolaus moaned. His back arched and his body pressed against the restraints. He was beginning to forget his own name. Now who was the first one? Jason father was.... Ares! The God of War was sucking him again. Iolaus tried to relax a little by concentrating on centring his breathing, but it was hard. He was so hard. Had he ever been this hard before? "Ooooh. Ares. Ares." he moaned. That name replaced all the others in his head as he surrendered completely to the wicked expertise of the mouth sucking his cock and exploded again. The God of War swallowed his cum and licked him clean. The blue eyes were fluttering open as he sat back on his
heels and smiled triumphantly. "That was better." Ares said.

Iolaus simply nodded. He felt wonderful. He wondered whether anything could be better than that. Maybe having Herc doing it instead of Ares, he thought dreamily, and sat up shocked with himself. "Er.. What happens next?" he asked, striving to regain his equilibrium. "I mean I'll be in big trouble if I don't get back to the Academy before lights out."

"I thought you were enjoying yourself." Ares remarked coldly.

"Well. Yes. I am but.."

"I haven't cum yet. You've cum... how many times?"

"Three ... and .."

"You agreed it was only fair."

"Well yes. It is." The azure eyes were troubled. Iolaus slumped in the chair.

"And I wanted to show you something more enjoyable than having your cock sucked." Ares tempted.

Iolaus sat up. His eyes brightened with curiosity, "What could be?", he asked.

"Of course, if you really have to go...."

"What's better than sucking?"

Ares remained impassive.

"Do you get to cum?"

"We both do."

Ares could see Iolaus brain clicking over as he tried to work out what it was. The images flashed through so clearly. Men and women coupling but it couldn't be that because there weren't any women. Iolaus basic sensuality combined with his reckless nature and curiosity. He had to find out.

"What is it. Please Ares, show me."

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"So I don't need the restraints? You won't go running off like a frightened virgin because you aren't sure about what's happening?"

"No." Iolaus said solemnly. "I won't."

Ares nodded accepting the young warrior's word. The restraints lifted. Iolaus stayed seated ready to follow Ares' lead. The War God had conjured up a small bottle and was dribbling oil on to the fingers of his right hand. He leant forward. Iolaus opened his lips to accept the kiss. "I'm not going to ask you to trust me." Ares said. "Just remember I haven't done anything to hurt you." His mouth was only an inch away. Iolaus didn't wait. He kissed Ares as Ares had kissed him slowly and sensuously, exploring and tasting the soft lips. He took the bottom lip lightly between his teeth and pulled. Ares let the blonde take the initiative in the kiss. He was pleased. Iolaus was proving to be an apt pupil. Iolaus slid his hands across the god's shoulders
to caress his neck and play with the soft dark curls which fell around it.

Meanwhile Ares' fingers had begun stroking Iolaus' cock and balls. His other hand slid round the boy's waist and traced its way up and down his spine. stopping to circle gently at its base. Iolaus slid forward into the God of War's embrace. Ares adjusted his position slightly so Iolaus tipped backwards thrusting his hips upwards giving the god easier access. Ares' finger caressed the ridge of skin between balls and anus. He was pleased. Iolaus didn't flinch. An oiled finger circled the tight entrance behind and Ares felt the blonde stiffen in his arms. The fingerpad pushed demanding admittance. Iolaus pulled out of the kiss and intense azure eyes questioned the dark, seemingly innocent, ones of the god. Ares stayed still until the
blonde chose to begin kissing again. The tight ring relaxed almost imperceptibly admitting the finger. Ares stroked gently probing and stretching. The tightness of the virgin arse eased slowly. Two fingers. It eased further. Iolaus was being a good boy. Ares rewarded him by stroking Iolaus' prostate.

An electric shock of pleasure rushed through the blonde's body. Ares stilled his fingers.

"Whh at was that?" Iolaus demanded.

"It's a special pleasure spot men have. Is that good enough or do you want the anatomy lesson?"

"That's good enough."

Ares began stroking again. Iolaus let the sensation sweep over him. He slid his arms around Ares' chest and hooked his legs round the god's thighs. He needed something to hold on to. Ares could see he was almost ready for fucking. He slipped three fingers into the arse which was becoming more accommodating by the second. The boy was hard again too. The resilience of youth. Ares withdrew his fingers.

"Please don't stop. Please." Iolaus could barely speak. "Please." he begged.

Ares slid his hands underneath Iolaus' buttocks and lifted. The blonde slid forward wrapping his legs tighter around the god's waist. His cock was trapped against the god's stomach and rubbed against it as Ares stood up. Iolaus could now feel the god's erection butting against his arse.

"It'll be more comfortable on the cushions." Ares explained. Iolaus grasped handfuls of the god's dark locks to pull that wonderfully sweet soft mouth back into another intense kiss. He continued to kiss and run his fingers through Ares' curls as he was laid gently on to silk covered cushions and sank into them. Ares settled on top of him. Iolaus could feel leather sliding over his cock as the god moved his hips. Then the sensation changed. Little hairs tickled along its length and something soft and wet nudged his anus. "What.." he tried to say but speaking and kissing at the same time is difficult.

Ares removed Iolaus arms from his neck and spread them wide on the cushions. He broke from the kiss. "Lie still" he ordered, spreading Iolaus legs open and bending them at the knee so Iolaus was completely exposed to his view.

Iolaus obeyed. He looked down. Ares was applying oil to his own cock. It was big. Iolaus felt cheated. "I could've done that for you." he grumbled. Ares raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"Do you want to?", he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching with suppressed amusement.

"Yes. Wouldn't you like me to?"

"Oh yes." Ares beckoned him to sit up. Iolaus did with an alacrity that really pleased Ares. This boy was amazing. He was definitely starting a long-term relationship here. Ares gave Iolaus the oil bottle and sat next to him. He dropped back resting on his elbows to give Iolaus some room, and watched his pupil at work.

Iolaus poured a little oil into his left palm. It smelt pleasantly of almonds and a herb he couldn't identify. He dipped the tips of his fingers in and began, tentatively at first, but with increasing assurance, to coat the God of War's impressive cock. How far could he take this?

Ares' initial amusement at Iolaus' daring soon turned to pleasure from the light but firm touch. Ever the sensualist, he toyed with the idea of relaxing completely and letting Iolaus jerk him off. Fucking him would be great but this was so nice. Iolaus grasped round his stem. Very nice. He gasped as the blonde drew his nails gently from base to tip. And again as a finger pad swirled the sensitive tip. Gods but the kid was a quick learner! He glanced down at the industrious figure and caught a flash of his impudent grin.

The scent of the oil as it warmed on Ares' flesh was intoxicating. Iolaus wondered what it tasted like. The skin on Ares' cock was soft and smooth before the oil scented and lubricated it. What would that cock feel like on his tongue? How would Ares' react if he ran the tip of his tongue across the delicate, sensitive exposed tip? No. He wasn't ready for that yet. Maybe next time. Now he was going to make the God of War cum.

"Fuck it.", Ares thought, "I'll fuck him later." and surrendered to the delights of the sensations flooding through his body from the slowly increasing rhythm of Iolaus' supple wrist and the silky slide of his cock through the oiled hand pressed round it.
"Oh. Yes. Oh. Oh Yesyesyes." and Ares came with a war-cry which echoed round the chamber. The cum spurted through Iolaus' fingers flooding across the god's belly. Ares' hand grasped his and held it tight around his cock as the last traces pumped out.

Ares used his other hand to pull Iolaus into lying on his chest. The blonde made himself comfortable resting his free hand where the thumb could brush a nipple, then resting his chin on the hand to watch Ares' face. The brown eyes snapped open to make direct contact with slightly mischievous, and slightly apprehensive, blue.

"Now, where on earth did you learn to do that?" Ares enquired blandly.

Iolaus caught the amusement which sparkled for a microsecond in the dark brown depths and changed his instinctive exclamation of "You just showed me!!" to a more teasing, "Like that, huh?"

Ares threw his arms wide, his body shook and Iolaus was rewarded with one of the rarest sounds on Olympus, Ares laughing with pure delight.

As his laughter died, the God of War hugged Iolaus. "You are something else", he said, slipping fingers into the blonde's tangled curls and pulling him into a fierce, hard kiss. As they kissed Ares rolled them over pinning Iolaus underneath and using his knees to push the blonde's legs apart. Iolaus co-operated resuming the position Ares had laid him in. Ares unfastened Iolaus' arms from around his neck, arranged them on the cushions above the blonde head with the wrists crossed, and pulled back to crouch over him. He wiped the cum off his stomach on to his fingers. Iolaus looked into the dark brown eyes above him and let himself sink into the cushions. He was ready now to do whatever Ares wanted. He felt the god's finger circling his anus again and push demanding entrance. He relaxed admitting it, and the second. Ares lowered himself so Iolaus felt the belly hairs tickling and stimulating his cock. The tip of the God of War's cock brushed the inside of his thigh.

Ares was very surprised to find trust in the blue eyes gazing intently at him and even more surprised to find that he didn't want to abuse that trust. He had intended to do this without any warnings so Iolaus would feel more pain then pleasure, but, he decided, the kid didn't deserve that, even if he would be the lifelong friend of his annoying, obnoxious half-brother.

Iolaus saw the frown forming. "What's the matter?", he asked nervously.

"Nothing." Ares replied, quietly. His fingers brushed Iolaus' prostate as they slid out, distracting the blonde again. "This," he chose his words carefully, "will hurt. At first. You need to get used to the size and feeling. Then it'll be OK."

Iolaus could feel the wet tip of Ares' cock pushing at the tight ring of muscle. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Ready", he said, relaxing. Ares pushed and Iolaus cried out as he was stretched round the god's cock. It was huge. He wriggled, trying to move away. Ares held him still.

"Grip me", he said. Iolaus looked blank. "Grip me tight with your arse and hold tight. Then let go."

Iolaus tried it. When he let go his muscles relaxed more and the cock felt much more comfortable. Ares slid in a few more inches and let Iolaus repeat the relaxation exercise. Then further. And all the way in. It was a strange feeling Iolaus decided but not painful. Ares began to slide out. He placed his hands on Iolaus hips pinning them down and adjusting their angle slightly. This time when he pushed in the tip of his cock brushed Iolaus' prostate shocking him with a flood of pleasure. Iolaus surrendered to the new sensations. His own cock was getting harder and harder with Ares' insistent rhythm. He grabbed Ares' neck and pulled himself up to plunder the god's mouth. He needed to get that cock deeper inside him. He wrapped his legs round the god locking their hips together and pushing down.

He found it difficult to breathe. He broke the kiss to gulp in air.

"Ares. Areees." beginning as a whisper and building in volume. " Arees. Oh gods. Oh Areeees. He could just hear Ares panting too. The god hand managed to insert a hand between their bodies and grasp Iolaus' cock. Iolaus came almost immediately, shouting his pleasure to the universe. The god came as Iolaus shouts died away with a deafening cry of his own triumph. Iolaus felt the hot cum pumped into his arse. He was hot sticky, sweaty and thoroughly satiated and very content. He had never felt this good before. Ares withdrew and collapsed to lie next to him.

Iolaus curled up pressing his spine against the god's side. He felt he could fall asleep. He reached a hand back to touch his lover and found Ares' hand resting on his stomach. Iolaus seized the hand and pulled it round him like a blanket. He felt Ares turn to curl round him. He linked his fingers through the god's and fell asleep cradling Ares' arm across his chest. Ares propped his head on his hand and looked down at the lithe, young body. He extricated his hand from the boy's grasp and stroked it along his side smoothing away all the physical traces of their encounter. He kissed Iolaus lightly on the top of his head and whispered "This wasn't real. You dreamed it."

Iolaus didn't feel the light kiss on the top of his head but he was aware of someone shaking him hard saying "C'mon Iolaus. WAKE UP!" Iolaus opened his eyes and sat up slowly. It was twilight.

"At last!", Jason said.

"Hi Jason." Iolaus said rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. "What happened?"

"You tell me. Although I can guess!"

"Guess what?" Iolaus demanded, reddening. There were faint echoes of feelings and images at the back of his mind. Sexual feelings and highly erotic images, he thought, but nothing he could grasp. Intense but soft dark eyes. Smoothness. Crisp, soft dark curls.

"Hello!" Jason said, waving his hand in front of Iolaus' eyes.

"Sorry." Iolaus mumbled, getting to his feet. "How much trouble am I in?"

"None. Herc covered for you. He said you were helping Kora and she was going to feed you. That's where he is - in case you're wondering - and that's where we're going."

"Er great."

Jason led the way and Iolaus followed. He was still slightly spaced out. It was a great feeling. Ares followed them both.

"It must have been one epic wank to get you like this."

"WHAT!!!!" Iolaus stopped dead.

"You're not the only one who does it you know." Jason informed him. "We all do. Except maybe Herc." He added. "He probably still thinks his right hand is for holding a sword."

Iolaus laughed. Jason continued, "Look I figured you had a stiffy after that wrestling. I know I did. You need to get a longer vest: like mine. This hides a multitude of sins. So when you didn't show I figured you'd had a wank and fallen asleep."

"I think that's what happened. I don't exactly remember. I had this really weird dream, although I can't remember any of it clearly. And I am starving! I wonder what Kora's cooking tonight."

"And I wonder how you're going to pay. I don't get my allowance until next week."

Iolaus heart sank. Then he saw a faint glimmer of metal at the roadside. He went to investigate and found a pile of small coins. He picked it up and counted while Jason watched. "That's three dinars!"

"Great." Jason said. "For once you're paying!"

The two boys jogged off down the road.

"Jason..." Iolaus ventured tentatively, staring firmly at the road ahead, "When you wank... have you ever thought... about getting someone else...to jerk you off? I mean", he continued in a rapid burst, " I saw some of the boys do it for each other when I was with the Lowacks. They seemed to really like it and they went with girls too.."

"Yeah!" Jason replied.

Iolaus slowed to a walk and looked at him. "Yeah?"

"It happens in the army too. When they're away from home. One of my drill sergeants said he encouraged it. Made the men less likely to rape any women they came across. And meant they didn't pick up infections from the girls who 'make themselves available to soldiers.'"

"Oh."

They continued a little further in silence. Then spoke together,

"So.. do you think...?"

They stopped and looked at each other.

"Yeah!" they agreed and shook hands. They raced off to Kora's, laughing.

Ares grabbed the air and pulled his fist towards him. "Yes!" Eventually the little blonde wouldn't be able to resist his feelings for Alcmene's brat. And the goody-good wouldn't be able to deal with them. Pain and suffering all round. Just his kind of ending.

end.

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