Other Fan Fiction ❯ Blame It on the Wine ❯ And What Is Mine ( Chapter 3 )

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

Ares takes what is his. Aphrodite makes a short appearance.

And 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: 10 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 180 | Status: Completed

Chapter 3 - And What is Mine

By Cheyenne Dancer

Autolycus wasn't sure what he wanted. All he knew that he was burning up, forever. That time stretched out endlessly before him and he could feel his need swell to impossible heights. He squirmed, helpless to get the needed friction to bring him off. "Yes! No! I... what was the question, again?"

Laughing, Ares fisted his massive cock, thumb spreading the thin film of liquid dribbling from the tip about the soft crown. With a groan of his own, the God of War turned, his knees straddling Autolycus' head. Ares knelt down, one hand pressing on Autolycus' hip to keep him still.

He studied Autolycus' cock for a few moments, enjoying the sight of the pulsing flesh in its nest of dark curls. The purplish head of the thief's needy organ pushed through the foreskin. A large oozing thread of pre-cum seeped almost continuously from the slit.

Autolycus gave a shout as Ares lowered his head, the God's tongue swirling gently along the length of his thick cock. Ares licked the stiff member from root to tip, sending the thief into a quivering frenzy. The God palmed and manipulated the soft dark-furred testicles as he nibbled his way around the shaft. He let his fingers brush against the shadowed cleft hidden beneath the rounded orbs.

Groaning, Autolycus writhed beneath him. Ares pressed firmly down on the narrow hip he still held, while giving the thief's balls a warning squeeze. Autolycus quieted somewhat, soft whimpers tantalizing Ares' ears and inflaming his lusts.

Ares moved away from the cock, to suckle the balls, first one and then the other, before letting them drop. He licked his way down between the soft sacs drawn tightly to the thief's body, to the hidden opening of Autolycus' body. With a promising lick, Ares sent Autolycus into a paroxysm of a gasping, moaning, pleading fit.

With one hand, Ares guided his cock to the thief's bow shaped mouth.

Autolycus resolutely shut his mouth, staring up at the plum colored cock and its heavy thatch of dark curls, the heavy balls swinging near his nose. The tang of musk and male arousal was thick.

"And, Autolycus?"

The thief raised his head to look at Ares through the frame of Ares' muscular thighs. His nose inadvertently nudged against the God's balls. A small flicker of power washed through the mortal at Ares' answering shudder. At least, the God wasn't untouched by this, whatever this was, either.

"What?" Autolycus could wish his voice didn't sound so breathless, just a soft whisper of air in the dim flickering temple.

"Mind the teeth, or I will castrate you. You don't need testicles for what I want from you, pet." Ares grinned maliciously.

Swallowing convulsively, Autolycus let his head thump back on the heavy marble.

The God traced the curve of Autolycus' lips with the soft head of his cock, leaving a thin trail of film to moisten the well-shaped lips.

The scent of lust and power seemed to permeate every pore of Autolycus' body. He felt helpless, vulnerable, totally at Ares' mercy and the thrill of submission nearly overwhelmed him. He shuddered, unable to refrain from parting his lips ever so slightly to lick at the liquid deposited on his lips.

The fluid was tangy, bitter, but not overtly unpleasant.

A soft sound escaped Ares' throat, and the God licked his way back up Autolycus' cock, and as a reward, licked the oozing tip, playing with the slit.

Ares flicked his tongue in and out of the narrow opening, mimicking a fucking motion, which he planned to do.

Autolycus sobbed, twisting and turning as much as his captivity allowed. "Please... please... please... "

The God's darkly seductive voice shuddered up Autolycus' spine and skittered through his belly, tweaking his already taut nipples and lodging in his throat, "You know what you have to do, to get more, my pet."

Whimpering his capitulation, Autolycus raised his head, straining the tendons in his neck in his attempt to reach Ares' just out of reach cock. He flicked his tongue hesitantly across the tip.

Ares gave a primal cry and thrust his cock between the half-parted lips, the hot moist heat of Autolycus' mouth surrounding his painfully erect member.

Autolycus gasped and moaned, struggling to suck the cock deeper and breathe at the same time. Maybe fear was the best aphrodisiac, because Autolycus couldn't tell whether he was more afraid of suffocating, or of losing his balls should he accidentally scrape Ares' penis with his teeth. A small part of his mind wondered how the hell Cupcake had managed to do him and live.

As a reward for Autolycus' surrender, Ares lowered his own lips to surround the plum-colored crown of the thief's cock.

A wail trembled from Autolycus' throat and Ares began to thrust in earnest, sucking the hot burning flesh in his mouth.

A firestorm swept through the thief as Ares sucked Autolycus' cock deeper into the heat of the God's mouth. Every nerve was electrified, dancing drunkenly through a forest of sensation. His blood sang in his ears and his cock pulsed in counter-rhythms.

Compulsively Autolycus began to suck and nurse at Ares' cock as it invaded his mouth. His body's betrayal complete, hips making small thrusting motions that Ares controlled with a firm grip that would leave finger shaped bruises for days to come.

Autolycus hummed his need against the thick throbbing man-flesh forcing his jaws apart. His thoughts were a chaotic swirl. //Please... please... please... // He could no longer remember what he was pleading for. He only knew he needed to be saved, to have the fire flaming through his body quenched before there was nothing left of him.

With a shout, Ares pumped his hips twice more and then froze. The organ in Autolycus' mouth swelled impossibly larger. Then a heated splash of fluid spurted down the thief's throat...choking him...burning his nostrils...burning him...burning him.

Autolycus gasped and cried around the thick pulsing rod pinning him, swallowing as best he good the thick hot gobbets of cream, feeling the viscous liquid spill from his mouth and dribble down his jaw. He was suffocating. He didn't think you could get to the Elysian Fields giving Gods head. He wondered hysterically if there was someplace special Hades reserved for Ares' mortal lovers.

And then he could breathe. The organ within his mouth going slowly lax, Auto licked it clean hesitantly, burrowing his face into the dark curls at Ares' groin and rubbing his face against the sticky cock and the soft, heavy testicles. He was still on fire. And he wanted to cry. Or had he already? He could feel tear tracks drying on his cheeks. Had Ares forgotten his promise?

A hoarse cry clambered from Autolycus' throat as Ares suddenly deep-throated him, swallowing his cock to the root. The God released Autolycus' hip. As the thief thrust upwards convulsively, he felt a nudge and push at the muscle guarding his tightly clenched anus. He bowed upward, away from the threatening digit, freezing. Heart pounding wildly and thoughts a maze of fear and desire.

Ares pulled back to the tip of the thief's cock, leaving his lips surrounding the head, a passive threat to stop. Resignedly, Autolycus gave a small hiccupping cry and allowed himself to come down on that probing digit. He felt Ares' finger slowly twist and turn within him.

Ares touched something deep within Autolycus' body, sending will-o-wisps dancing behind the thief's eyes. Bright sparkling lights threaded through his blood and heat surged through him. He strained against his bonds, the heat surging through his outspread limbs, rolling back through his body, tightening his already impossibly tight nipples to small points, his balls tight drawn against his body.

Sobbing his surrender, Autolycus raised his hips again, thrusting into the welcoming heat of Ares' mouth and then pushing his hips backwards against the intruding finger. Ares' finger probed deeply, to be joined by a second finger, scissoring within the tight channel of Autolycus' ass. Again Ares rubbed that hidden spot deep within Autolycus and sent Autolycus into a heated frenzy of thrusting and pushing, shoving and whimpering, hoarse, half-voiced pleas spilled from the thief's bruised lips unbidden.

Like the freest wanton serving in the temples, Autolycus impaled himself on Ares' fingers again and again.

With a primal cry, Autolycus hung suspended between Ares' lips and his fingers, as Ares repeatedly rubbed that hidden delight. When Ares sucked Autolycus' cock deep within his throat one more time, the wild-eyed thief shrieked. His body erupted, the lava flows of Vesuvius heaving through his stretched and tortured frame. Flames surged through his trembling body, consuming him and delight singed his emotions.

He was on fire. He was burning. He was Icarus on fire again. He had touched the sun and he was plummeting towards the earth and there was only Ares to catch him. And enfold him in darkness.

The thief's body shuddered and heaved, sweat slick skin gleaming in the dim light.

Ares sucked on the madly pulsing cock, letting the flavor of Autolycus' cum wash across his tongue. He pulled off the throbbing organ, watching as clumps of thick white cream splattered the thief's groin and belly. He placed a proprietary hand on Autolycus' abdomen, rubbing the pungent fluid into the soft skin of the thief's belly. "There, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

Autolycus slumped back on the marble, forcibly dragging air into his oxygen starved lungs, his thoughts a miasma of confusion. He felt as though he had been drained dry, all emotion and energy flowing out of his body with the force of his orgasm. He blinked sleepily back at the God, the toll of the last few hours making everything seem foggy and dreamlike.

Ares pondered the mortal through heavy-lidded eyes. The thief was such a pleasant surprise, virgin and innocent, sardonic and witty, beautiful and wanton. He could suddenly understand what his father saw in these mortals, after all.

Refusing to dwell too deeply on the nature of his thoughts, or the dark possessive need that swelled through him as he gazed on the helpless and sated mortal, Ares made a decision. He might have started this as a favor to Hermes and 'Dite, but he would finish this for himself. Grinning knowingly at the thief's dazed state, he ignored Autolycus' lack of response.

Snapping his fingers loudly in the sanctum of love, the belt and leather restraints fell from Autolycus' wrists and ankles in a small flurry of fine blackened powder. Ares gathered the limp and un-protesting body into his arms.

Aphrodite appeared in a sudden shower of little pink hearts and the scent of wild lavender. "Whoa, Big Bro', where do you think you're going with him?" Aphrodite's blue-eyed gaze took in the debauched figure of the thief.

Ares gave her a skeptical glance, as if she should have known better, "To Olympus, of course."

"That wasn't part of the deal." Aphrodite looked at him in consternation.

Shouldering past her, Ares half-snarled, "I'm making it part." With an arrogant tilt of his chin, he challenged her, "You going to stop me?"

As Aphrodite shook her head in negation, golden curls bobbed about her elfin face. "No. Not me. Just... Ares?"

He turned a smoldering glare on her. "What?"

"Uhm. Don't hurt him, okay? He's really not all bad."

Ares snorted. "I didn't say he was." A swirling void of darkness appeared before him and he stepped through, carrying his prize with him. In the few seconds he was gone, the God-fire blinked out.

Aphrodite's shrine was bathed in the early morning light as the sun shone through the hole cut into the temple ceiling for the plants and trees. The marble gleamed, and little pearls formed on the altar where Autolycus' semen had spattered and mixed with Ares'.

"Well?"

She turned to face the golden hunter who stood framed in the morning light of the temple doorway. "It's all set, sweet cheeks. Ares should be busy for days, if not months to come." She chortled. "He's never been in love before, I wonder how he'll handle it?"

~ Finis ~