By Anonymous

Disclaimer: The characters featured in this story 'belong' to MCA/Universal. No money is being made on this story, the sole purpose is to have fun.

"Come on, Hec. Surely you can make this."

"I can't. It requires a special ingredient"

"So get it. With your power, surely you can procure *one* ingredient?"

Hecate sneered into his dark eyes. "Follow me." She lead him through the cavernous maze that was her home until they came to a room where warriors were lined up outside. Pushing the men aside, Hecate lead Ares inside. Several women were sitting down beside beds that lined the far wall. One arose and came to Ares.

"Not him, you idiot." Hecate spat. Sadly the woman went to the next man in line. She led the warrior to her bed and slowly disrobed him caressing him roughly as she removed each layer of clothing. When he was naked, he laid down on the bed. Looking at Ares, the woman began sucking on the growing cock. As the man began to arch and moan, she alternated between stroking and sucking until he came in rush. Quickly, she captured his escaping seed in a small clay jar. After efficiently milking every drop of semen from his shaking body, she arose to put it on a shelf the other jars. Then as the man got dressed, she washed her hands before going to the next subject.

Ares looked around the room. "These are the women who gather semen for your potions?"

Hecate nodded. "Usually, there are ten, but Geya and Reyanna are harvesting nightshade."

"Well, eight maids a milking seems like plenty. So what does this have to do with my potion?"

Hecate took Ares to the shelf and pointed to the jars. "Do you see this?" He nodded confused. "I have some of the best semen in all of Greece, warriors come from near and far to be milked by my apprentices. But the best of this semen is not powerful enough for the spell you seek. Only the seed from the greatest warrior will create this potion."

"Fine, I'll just..." he stopped as Hecate shook her head.

"Hercules" Ares stated bitterly through clenched teeth.

Hecate cackled. "Foolish one, the seed must be of a mortal soul."

"Iolaus." Ares stated.

Hecate nodded.

"So what's the problem. Send one of these women..."

"That used to work, but now that he and Hercules are lovers, Iolaus isn't interested in others"

"Lucky Hercules" Ares muttered. "Strife!!!" he yelled.

Strife materialized. "Hi Ho Uncle-o. What's shakin". Ares shook his head. <<Hercules has a delectable golden hunter for a partner, and I'm stuck with this unintelligible misfit>>

"Never mind." Ares sighed. "I'll handle this myself."

"Your song, I'm gone" Strife said as he disappeared.

Taking an empty jar, Ares stated "I'll be back"

Hecate handed him a cloak. "Take this. It should bind Hercules long enough for you to accomplish your goal." Ares nodded as he shimmered away.

He found Iolaus and Hercules at their favorite fishing hole, but fishing was the farthest thing from their minds. Hercules playfully held mistletoe over Iolaus' head as they kissed. Without breaking the kiss, Iolaus removed his vest. Then Iolaus removed Hercules' shirt. They stared at each other smiling as Hercules dropped the mistletoe to put his hand against Iolaus' jaw. Then he slowly pushed Iolaus down as his hand traveled down Iolaus' sinewy chest. It lingered briefly to stroke the nipple before continuing down to the waist of Iolaus' leather pants. Iolaus remained taut as Hercules unfastened the belts and removed his breechcloth. Iolaus reached for Hercules, but Hercules caught both his hands in one and held them firmly as he explored Iolaus' most sensitive areas. First, he ran his fingers around Iolaus' scrotum tracing it lightly. Iolaus held his breath. Then, he caressed the swollen staff, kneading it gently with his thumb and forefinger. He was rewarded as Iolaus arched his back helplessly in response.

"Herc.." Iolaus attempted. Mercilessly, Hercules dipped his head and ran his tongue lightly over the edge of his cock lapping up the pre-cum. As Iolaus moaned, Hercules encircled the head and sucked fiercely.

"Herc!!!" Iolaus cried out. "Don't... I'll...Ohhh.....Ahhh..."

Fully aroused, Hercules spread Iolaus' thighs and quickly inserted one finger. Iolaus tensed then moved with Hercules' digit straining for more contact. Hercules added another finger. Iolaus threw back his head in utter pleasure. "Ohhh.... Herc.... Please".

"Please what Iolaus? Do you want *this*!" He shoved a third finger in, and Iolaus reeled. He thrust wildly against Hercules tantalizing fingers. Hercules rolled Iolaus over onto his knees and fumbled with his own pants. Iolaus put his head down struggling to wait for Hercules. Seeing his chance, Ares threw the cloak over Hercules. Then he straddled Iolaus and put his hands on Iolaus' back to keep him from turning. He rejoiced as he entered the flawless flesh. Iolaus pushed back into Ares. Ares bit back the moan that almost betrayed him. He and Iolaus matched each other thrust for thrust until both came together. Iolaus' seed escaped to the ground as Ares surrendered to the ecstasy of the orgasm unwilling and unable to stop to collect the seed.

Spent, Iolaus turned to look at his lover. He jumped up.

"Ares?!" Iolaus shouted aghast. "Where's Hercules?"

"Relax, Sweet Cheeks. He's fine". Ares said snidely unable to control his grin.

"Only Aphrodite calls me Sweet Cheeks"

"Now, I know why"

Ares disappeared as Iolaus launched at him. One arm reappeared briefly to take the cloak. Hercules and Iolaus stared at each other in disbelief.

"Hah! Ares. You failed" Hecate crowed. "You had it and let it slip away"

"Nah, I don't need that potion after all. Who needs an unbeatable fearless general anyway?"

<<What I really want is a blond sidekick>>

After the god of war left, Hecate chanted over her potion "but if you try some time... you just might find... you get what you need! Oh yeah."

THE END