Other Fan Fiction ❯ Blame It on the Wine ❯ Never Meddle in the Affairs of Gods ( Chapter 2 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Ares makes an appearance.

Just in case you missed the initial warnings:

Title: Blame it on the Wine

Author/pseudonym: Cheyenne Dancer

Fandom: Hercules: The Legendary Journeys

Pairing: Autolycus/Ares

Rating: NC-17

E-mail address for feedback: cheyenedgr@aol.com (feedback and/or critique welcomed, flames used to feed the muses)

Series/Sequel: No

Disclaimers: Hercules: The Legendary Journeys and Autolycus are actually owned by Renaissance, Universal and whomever else received creative rights. They don't belong to me, I wish they did. Especially big dark brooding War Gods... As I understand it, Ares is in the public domain. So, maybe we can make a deal.. I make no money off this work of fanfiction. If you sue, you'll be collecting from my ghost. It would take *that* long. Trust me.

Notes: Thanks go to my wonderful betas: Huntress and Melinda, who put up with tons of errors to help me. ^_^ I made several changes after I received the story parts back, so any errors are mine.

// represents thoughts

Summary: Autolycus trespasses and must pay the price

Warnings: I tend to write dark stories, this is no exception. It contains elements of BDSM, rape, non-con, coerced sex (however you wanna say it) and the victim turning to his tormentor for comfort. NO DEATH.

Category: First Times, PWP

Other comments: I wrote this story for a challenge on the Hercules list I belonged to at the time. It was once posted to Fanfic.net but they do not take M rated stories any more.

Cheyenne

Miscellaneous: Other Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 09.29.2014 | Pages: 14 | Words: 5.4K | Visits: 216 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter 2 - Never Meddle in the Affairs of the Gods

By Cheyenne Dancer

"I don't?" Autolycus took a step away from the chilling barrier, even though it moved him a step closer to the God. He shifted nervously from foot to foot, his muscles bunching in his thighs, preparatory to launching himself back across the too-small space.

Ares continued to stalk towards Autolycus, as if this confrontation had a foregone conclusion.

"No." The deep voice was firm, mesmerizing, enticing. Ares' flicked his tongue out, wetting his full lips suggestively. "No. You need someone who can control you."

"I... do?"

Ares' nostrils flared, taking in the scent of fear and hidden lust his words were stirring in the thief. "Yes."

Autolycus tried to drag air into his lungs, hot, then cold, then hot again. Fear was certainly his companion tonight. He wondered if Discord and Strife had ringside seats. He wondered if they were laughing their asses off. //Where was an Oracle when you needed one?//

Autolycus sprang, feinting towards the altar, then spinning, lashing out with one booted foot in desperation.

Ares pounced, dragging the thief's struggling body towards the pink and gold altar. With disdainful ease, he lifted the twisting man and tossed him onto the cool, hard surface.

Autolycus let out a surprised squawk as he was flung onto the marble altar. Gasping for air, he lay sprawled, vainly attempting to gather his scattered wits. He couldn't take his eyes off the God of War as Ares' hands swept down his own body, pausing at the thick leather belt girding his waist.

Capable square-cut hands and agile fingers loosened the buckle and pulled the thick leather from about the God's waist, in a slow parody of a lover's caress.

Autolycus swallowed nervously, his eyes dilating in the dim red light. Fear and an unnamed sensation warred within him, sending conflicting messages through his body. "Uh, Ares... I ... don't ... think... I've ever subscribed to this whole Greek mentoring thing, you know?" Autolycus' voice quavered weakly.

The thief reached towards his left, felt the sharp lip of the altar and pulled, flinging himself towards the edge and rolling off. He was on his feet and heading towards the flickering edge of the barrier, his boots thudding loudly against the flagstone.

Ares was on the luckless thief like a lion on a slave at the Coliseum. Terror jagged through Autolycus like one of Zeus' thunderbolts in the lee of a storm. Nausea rolled through him and panic strengthened his struggles.

Ares snarled triumphantly, enjoying the futility of the puny mortal's struggles. It wasn't often helping Aphrodite promised to give him such great pleasure. Ares lifted and slammed Autolycus back onto the altar with savage economy, born of God-hood and arrogance.

With contemptuous ease, Ares covered the frantically battling thief with his heavier body, pinning the mortal against the cold stone slab. Ares calmly met each of the thief's flailing attempts at freeing himself, riding out the writhing, bucking body until the thief's panting gasps and curses were coming in short harsh gasps. A malicious grin curved Ares' full lips as he pressed his hips down on the wildly gyrating man.

Autolycus froze as he felt the thick throbbing leather-clad cock press against his own. His eyes widened in fright. "You can't really mean to...?"

Ares grabbed Autolycus' wrists and twisted them above the thrashing dark head, ignoring Autolycus' shouts of anger and frustration. He held both wrists in one large hand, while he fumbled with the leather belt, easily looping the thick leather around Autolycus' wrists and pulling it fast. He jerked the leather bound wrists tight, making the thief's lithe body stretch beneath him, and tied the belt to the metal ring on the side of the altar. With a twist of his supple body, and movements made quick by centuries of war, Ares spread and bound Autolycus legs to either side of the altar, the soft leather molding to the thief's ankles.

Ares lay down on the taut stretched body, enjoying the puffs of breath, the rapid rise and fall of Autolycus chest, and the smell of the man's sweat. He grinned, whispering into the mortal's ear, "I could simply wish you bound and naked... but where's the fun in that?" He sat back straddling Autolycus' thighs.

The deep sarcastic voice resonated through him as Ares ran his fingers through the damp strands of Autolycus' dark hair, brushing it back from the thief's flashing eyes with mock gentleness. "I like the more... personal ... touch, don't you?"

The thief shook his head, dislodging Ares' hand and glared back at the God in defiance.

Ares chuckled. "You are much more appealing like this. Did you know that? I like the fire in your eyes. You would kill me, if you could. Not so much a coward, are we, little thief?"

"Get fucked!" Autolycus' voice was hoarse from shouting, and he could swear that he could feel Tantalus beating vainly against his chest trying to get out.

A breathy laugh was Autolycus' only answer as Ares continued to explore the thief's body. The God slid his hands down the thief's neck, circling Autolycus' throat with the fingers of one hand.

Autolycus was certain he was staring at Hades through Ares' eyes. Autolycus swallowed convulsively; his thoughts mocking him. //Never, ever, get involved between Gods, it only means misery to mortals. Why had he forgotten that?//

Ares watched the emotions chasing across the thief's suddenly pale face. Loosening his hold on the slender neck, he allowed his hands to drift over the thief's chest, strong fingers plucking at nipples through the thick fabric of the mortal's tunic.

Autolycus gasped, arching beneath Ares' weight as he tried to ease the burn in his nipples. A faint horror shivered through him as his errant anatomy answered to Ares' urging and his nipples peaked; he felt a faint answering pulse in his groin and closed his eyes tightly. "A--Ares, be reasonable! I'm pledged to H-Hermes. You c-can't do this!"

Ares leaned down to nuzzle the smooth shaven skin of Autolycus' jaw. A smile quirking the corners of his mouth, he let his breath whisper tauntingly against the thief's pale flesh, "And if I told you it was partly Hermes' idea?"

"Don't!" Autolycus flung his head to one side, trying to avoid the lips marking him, searing his soul, "Ares! It's Aphrodite's temple! You can't do this here!"

The thief panted for breath as Ares' cupped his groin proprietarily through the dark leggings. The mortal's dark eyes popped open fearfully, "This is really not a good time!"

Ares laughed, the deep chuckle vibrating through Autolycus' body. Leaning down, the God of War nuzzled behind Autolycus' ear. Ignoring the renewed struggles, he ran his tongue wetly along the outer rim of Autolycus' ear. The deep voice teased softly, "Why not? You owe 'Dite an apology... I owe her a favor or three... "

Ares moved further down the slender mortal's body, nipping lightly. "Unless I want Strife running around after me moon-eyed for the next millennia or so, what better way to keep little sister happy?"

Ares sat back up, flicking a wicked looking blade into existence with casual negligence. He smiled speculatively at the wide-eyed thief as he began to slide the blade gently along the trail of bites. "What better way, I ask you, little mortal," Here the God grinned so darkly that Autolycus shivered involuntarily, sure that he was to meet his death beneath the War God's skilled hands.

Ares ignored Autolycus' reaction, as he had everything else. Flicking the dagger with a careful hand along the center of the thief's chest, he severed the fastenings to the jerkin, cutting away the fine silk of the thief's tunic.

Ares' rough voice licked through him, like a hot wind through the forges of Hephaestus. "What better way," the darkly seductive tones continued; "than to sacrifice a virgin to love on Aphrodite's own altar?"

"I'm not your type!" Panic threaded through Autolycus, panic that could not be kept from his voice. He began to buck against Ares' weight once more, fury and fear grasping hold of his heart and squeezing, making air an impossible commodity to grasp.

Amusement colored Ares' darkly seductive tones, "What type is that?" He slid back slowly, carefully parting the silk tunic, pulling it back to expose the smooth chest with its dark nipples.

Ares leaned down to kiss and lick across the sweat-dewed chest that was heaving beneath him. "Beautiful?" He traced a path first with the dagger, cutting lightly, his tongue following the path of crimson welling blood to one dusky nipple. "Male?" He ran his tongue around the rucked bud, tasting the sweet flesh of the writhing thief. "Sly?"

Ares closed his mouth about the hardened nub, sucking delicately. He raised his head to gaze up into Autolycus' flushed face, "Devious?" He bit down hard on the unprotected protuberance causing Autolycus to howl.

"No! Yes! No! Stop! I meant a warrior! I'm not a warrior! I'm not w-worthy of you! The Great War God! I'm a c-c-coward!" Even in his distress, Autolycus had trouble forcing that word out. He had never truly believed it of himself. Yet, faced with Ares' closeness and the inevitability of his own helplessness, he had never felt more like a coward. He could not do this. //Please, Aphrodite! Don't ask me to do this!//

Ares' husky whisper barely reached his ears. "Liar."

"Let me go! Ares! Gods!"

Ares' laugh reverberated through Autolycus as the dark God slowly licked his way down the thief's chest. He laved a circle around Autolycus' navel, dipping his tongue in and out, suggestively. "Don't you think you've pissed off enough Gods this century?"

Autolycus' belly jumped and shivered at the warm wet sensation of Ares' tongue prodding his navel. He gave a convulsive sob, and twisted roughly.

With a few quick economic flicks of the blade, Ares removed Autolycus' remaining clothing. He gave an effortless twist of his wrist, sending the dagger spinning end over end, the dull red light strobing from the gleaming blade. A snap of his fingers and the boots were gone. Ares nosed the thick thatch of dark curls at the base of Autolycus' quiescent flesh, inhaling deeply the scent of musk and panic. His tongue flicked along the pulse that beat through the vein beneath the semi-soft cock.

"STOP!" Autolycus' felt the icy fingers of terror trailing along his spine. "You don't have to do this!" Hope warred with fear, as Ares paused, his hand cupping the soft sacs between Autolycus legs, rolling them between thumb and fingers thoughtfully as his dark eyes took in the thief's distress.

Autolycus held his breath, sending a fervent prayer to whatever Gods were listening and might yet find some small favor with him.

The mortal was surprisingly beautiful. Autolycus lay stretched before the God, his lithe body arched away from the cool marble.

For a self-confessed thief and sybarite, Autolycus was remarkably well muscled. Broad shoulders arrowed down to a trim waist, narrow hips and muscular thighs. The tendons in his legs stood out in limned relief as he strained upward against his captivity, obviously looking for a weakness in his bonds. His tanned flesh gleamed dully in the red God-fire. Dark hair curled to his nape, sable colored eyes flashed with fear and hidden desires, a mustache and goatee accented the full lips. Ares smiled, letting desire well up within him like a molten river flowing down the sides of Mt. Vesuvius. Those lips would look very pretty spread wide and plundered by the God's thick cock.

Ares had thought he preferred short, blond curly-haired warriors that belonged to his half-brother, but this mortal... Silky smooth, Ares voice caressed him, with the same rough gentleness with which the God manhandled the thief's testicles, "Oh, but I want to."

Autolycus' hopes plummeted faster than a Pelion cliff diver off the rocky shores of the Myrtoan Sea.

Surprisingly, Ares drew back from the thief, letting the furred orbs fall. Autolycus thought his testes would crawl back up into his body as he stared into Ares' hot eyes. "You wanted to see the magic of the golden feather."

The smile Ares gave him completely unnerved the thief and Autolycus found himself shaking his head in denial. "No, no. Not at all."

"I want you to do something for me, little thief. After all, I plan to bring you great pleasure."

"W-what?"

"I want you to suck me, little thief. Bring me great pleasure, as well."

"You have got to be kidding!"

Ares picked up the golden feather. "Would I kid?"

"Could I have what's behind door number three, please?"

Chuckling mirthlessly, Ares gently traced Autolycus' lips with the feather. Autolycus felt a faint tingling in the tender flesh and flicked his tongue out to lick away the disquieting sensation. Ares smirked, "You respond well. This should be fun."

He swirled the feather down around Autolycus' left ear, followed the line of his jaw and swept it gently down the thief's throat, black eyes glittering with lust. Autolycus felt a slow wave of heat caress the skin of his throat, following the path of Aphrodite's feather. He gave a small gasp, tossing his head backwards, baring his throat.

Everywhere Ares touched the feather a fire burned, causing Autolycus to moan and shudder. Flames licked his flesh in the wake of the teasing touch. It burned a path of desire through his body, his nerve endings erupting in a blazing inferno, he was heat and fire. He was touching the sun and he was Icarus spinning out of control, falling, falling, falling into the eternal heat.

Autolycus shouted, cursed, screamed, sweat running from his straining body as he thrashed.

Ares taunted and teased, swirling the feather through the moist heat of the writhing mortal's armpits, swirling the dark hair in eldritch patterns. Autolycus moaned, threatened, cajoled, and arched his neck in supplication.

The thief's cock pulsed and throbbed in time with each light touch. He moaned, denying that this could happen. He wanted Ares. He needed him... needed him to... his mind balked. He cried out an inarticulate protest when Ares trailed the soft feather across his tight drawn balls and curled it around his penis. A trail of unreasoning desire fired through him, setting his pulse beating faster. "Ares! No!"

"What... what are you doing to me?" Autolycus' voice was long past hoarse, a mere whispery rasp cutting his throat.

"I would think that would be obvious, pet. I'm making love to you. 'Dite so hates rape. Wouldn't do to desecrate her temple. We'd be wandering around trying to offer our services as harem guards. I, for one, have no plans on that." Ares dry tones reached out and surrounded Autolycus, the thief staring at him in dismay. Ares watched him with the deadly interest of a cobra, "So you will just have to participate, won't you, little one?"

Autolycus shook his head, trying to fling sweat and hair out of his eyes as he glared at the God. "Not... so... much... of this little one... shtick..."

Ares deep laugh rolled through the temple, sending spine tingling shivers dancing along Autolycus' muscled frame.

Like an artist considering a blank canvas, Ares examined his heavily panting captive. His jet eyes roamed freely over the smooth expanse of chest, down the slender hips to rest on the blood engorged cock, lifted in entreaty, liquid droplets oozing from its slit. Dark curls were matted with sweat and pre-cum and the thief's balls looked painfully tight. The slender hips gyrated in an unconscious attempt to find something, anything to rub against in Autolycus' attempts to reach completion. With a delicate touch Ares took the feather, teasing the slit of Autolycus' leaking cock.

Autolycus hissed, making small thrusts with his hips helplessly. "Ares! Tartarus! You're driving me mad!"

"Oh, I hope so." Ares lowered Aphrodite's bespelled feather and tickled below Autolycus' balls, watching the wiry thief spread his legs as far as his bonds would allow, as if in entreaty.

"That should do it." Ares stared at his work approvingly, tears streaked the thief's face, and the sensuous mouth trembled. "What a wanton little slut you are mortal."

"Ares... please... "

Ares climbed onto the altar straddling Autolycus' waist. "Please, what, pet?"

"I need... I need... please... fuck me... " Autolycus flushed a deep red, his chest heaving as if he had been running in the Athen's marathon.

Ares bent over, taking Autolycus' mouth in a fierce kiss, he pushed his tongue between the thief's parted lips. His tongue darted in and out of the thief's sweet mouth. He slid his tongue along the smooth enameled teeth, enjoying the brush of the soft goatee against his face as he plundered the open mouth, taking what he wanted from the helpless mortal.

Autolycus moaned, opening his mouth and accepting the kiss. He arched desperately upwards, trying to rub his body against Ares' leather-clad form. When Ares pushed his tongue into Autolycus' mouth, the thief eagerly sucked it deeper into his mouth.

Unexpectedly Ares pulled back, sitting back on Autolycus' thighs. Autolycus gave a soft cry, trying to follow Ares' lips and return to the kiss.

"Not this time, my pet." Lust and desire danced in possessive harmony within Ares as he gazed at Autolycus' kiss swollen lips. "I have something else I want first." Ares rested his large hand on his codpiece, slowly undoing the fastenings. With a sigh of relief, Ares pulled his turgid cock from the too-tight confines. He let the codpiece drop so that his fully distended cock and balls dangled lewdly from the opening.

Even with the fire of forced need and desire spinning through him, Autolycus couldn't help but tremble in fear. "I've never... I haven't done this before..."

Ares smiled, dark eyes glittering ferally. Not a look guaranteed to make the thief feel any safer. "I have. Just do what I do, and you will be released. You do want that, don't you, Autolycus?"