By Rudy

Disclaimer: The auther does not own the characters from Hercules: the Legendary Journeys. Those characters belong to MCA/Universal and were used without permission. No copyright infringement intended and no money was made.

Iolaus clambered out of the bath, drying himself hurriedly, and pulling his pants on, bundling the rest of his clothing under his arm for the trip to his room.

After weeks on the road, the small inn seemed as luxurious as Mt. Olympus. He added a log to the fire crackling on the grate, before shedding his pants and climbing into the bed, lying on top of the blankets and allowing the warmth of the flames to caress his naked skin. Ahhh. Peace, warmth, privacy...

A wry grin crossed his lean features as he blew out the lamp. He could have done without the privacy; a bed partner would be most welcome. Staring across the campfire at Hercules' gorgeous, sleeping form every night had done nothing to cool his hot blood; unrequited lust was proving to be an uncomfortable traveling companion.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to imagine the furred hardness of Hercules' broad chest under his fingers. The sensation of Hercules' tender hands on his body, teasing him, then freeing him.

He silently congratulated himself on his vivid imagination; he could swear that he felt warm lips at his throat, nipping, licking their way down his chest, suckling at his nipples. Strong hands cupped his taut buttocks, lifting his aching cock to a sweetly feasting mouth.

He cracked his eyes open, half hoping to see Hercules' shining head at his groin. He saw only his own quivering body, tensely splayed, his swollen shaft throbbing wetly. He still felt the mouth, though, and the long, hot fingers on his ass. One sought his anus, sinking into him, stroking, thrusting. Another.

Gods. This was the most incredible waking dream he had ever experienced.

The tempo of the hot mouth increased, sucking, twisting, drawing him ever closer to climax. He moaned helplessly, thrusting feverishly into that invisible mouth.

"Herc! Herc!"

He screamed, his hands tearing at the bedclothes as the force of his release galloped through him, spewing forth in an endless fountain of fulfillment. The strong hands supported him as molten spasms racked him, the clever mouth wringing every last drop from his twitching cock.

The golden warrior collapsed bonelessly against the mattress, breathing in great, shuddering gasps. He knew that he should open his eyes, and clean himself, but instead he drifted into a sweet, sated sleep, picturing himself wrapped around Hercules, tasting his own seed on the demigod's firm lips.

Hercules awoke with a start, blinking at the sight of the winged youth at his bedside.

"Cupid? Did you just slap me?" the demigod's voice was incredulous.

"Yeah."

"You want to tell my why?"

"Because you're clueless. You've got one week, Uncle Hercules. If you don't show some fucking sense, I'm gonna shoot Iolaus in the ass and make him fall in love with your brother. Got that?"

"Iolaus in love with Ares? Are you mad?" Hercules leapt from the bed, eyes blazing.

"Actually, I meant Iphicles, but Ares sounds better. A bit on the rough side, but definitely thorough," Cupid grinned.

"Cupid. What are you talking about?"

Cupid's eyes became a bit misty with fond reminiscence, and he licked his lips appreciatively.

"Simple. Iolaus tastes sweeter than mead. Either you drink of him, or I'll find someone who will. Someone who knows a golden godsend when he sees one. One week. If Iolaus isn't walking funny, smiling incessantly, and sleeping like a baby within one week, Ares is gonna wake up and discover that he's one very lucky god. See 'ya."

Cupid vanished, leaving his uncle staring into space, thoughtfully.

Hercules made his silent way to Iolaus' bedside, looking down at his sleeping friend. Iolaus' lithe body gleamed with a fine sheen of sweat, his sex lay heavy and moist against a muscular thigh.

"Sweeter than mead, eh?" Hercules smiled hotly.

Time for a loving cup.

THE END