By Ravenschild

Disclamer: I dont own them but I wish I did...

The Temple.

Silver moonlight limned the ancient temple, wavering on the edge of sight, on the edge of consciousness. Perched precariously on the cliff face steel blue eyes full of mischief and delight looked on, savoring the moment and reveling in its beauty.

"Still a days journey away." He thought aloud and smiled aware of the unseen companion who for the past 4 days had dogged his footsteps on this journey.

His purpose in reaching the place once called the playroom of the Gods? It was here that he lost his heart to his dearest friend, and it was this journey to mark the passing and re-light the flame that sputtered and cooled in the blood in recent times. He closed his eyes and shuddered, the cool night air caressing the suddenly hot skin at the remembered pleasures.

The baths fed from the hot springs that flowed beneath the temple still ran warm and clear - their heady scent heightening hedonistic pleasures of the body and mind. He shook his head and laughed - golden curls cascading against a broad back and strong shoulders - "Fed from the heart" he muttered and laughed again. Iolaus made camp under the temple's watchful eye and in time, stretched and flexed with the agility and splendor of a golden cat, every move consciously embarked upon to set the fire in the blood of his silent companion.

Hercules watched from the cover of the glade, sweat beaded his brow and a throbbing kept time in his heart and his groin as he stared in frank and utter lust at the golden body before him. Taking the hard earth this night for his bed he slept all too soundly as his eyes focused on the stars and fed from the cool night air. Perplexed, confused and curious about Iolauss' intentions he was chagrined to find the hunter had already broken camp when he awoke.

Following through the under grove and the glade he noted with some dismay that the hunter's tracks were wide and obvious - not normal for such a skilled hunter. He caught sight of the golden curls and hurried. At the steps of the temple he smiled at Iolaus' small tribute to the god - flowers and fruits at the shrine and with careful strides mounted the wide marble steps to the double wooden doors. Gold curled under his hand, cool and smooth and a vision occurred to his fevered mind that this was not wood and metal beneath his hands but the body he now hungered for.

Cool air assaulted his brow and with a shaking hand he wiped at the moisture forming unbidden there. A soft echo and softer footsteps in the anti chamber urged him forward - cautious and aware of his desire spilling now into the silence - his labored breath fighting for calm against the erratic heart. He paused taking breath, taking time - "curious" he thought, "why does this scare me? Why am I following like a thief in the night when it is mine to take." His arrogance died when he heard soft laughter and another voice join his lover's. Both sweet and soft, murmuring delights into his ears, seducing him with song, with a promise - barely aware he was moving he passed the shadows about him and failed to see the gilded youth atop the ornately carved column.

Cupid's smile was small as he watched Hercules move towards the gold of his heart's desire, and the steps newly borne with determination died a sleepless death as he rounded into the chamber proper.

The vista before him, as it had others over the vagueness of time - caught his breath as surely as it now sucked him down into the void of his own existence. Before him lay the pantheon of all Athens - to the bay and back to city his view soared down from the lofty height - soft curls of wind borne clouds marked his way and never before had he felt so close to Olympus without the watchful and tired eyes of his father upon him. Freedom, lapsed into sorrow as he knew it soon would - possessed of a spirit of will he turned towards the deep baths beyond the patio, between the columns and amid soft fragrant water his temperature soared again as he took in the eyes - steel blue turning to azure that looked at him now with arrogance - with decadence. He found himself shaking again - those eyes bore into his soul and held him as surely as bounds of iron about his chest - yet into this servitude he submitted willingly.

Iolaus' slow and deliberate movements - every one orchestrated to elicit the desire and stoke the flame - bringing him closer and closer to the edge of torture - his body shrieked with the agony yet his heart held firm and the smallest of smiles lit his mobile lips. As time spun he turned his eyes back to the golden body before him and met that gaze with the same lust as he saw in his lover's.

Iolaus removed his clothing - slowly, seductively as his hands roamed freely over his muscled body - fine tremors passed under his hands as his throat arched back a low soft moan escaped from somewhere deep within him. Hercules swooned. His large hand clutching now as he leaned against the nearest column for support.

Dipping a cautious toe into the water the golden hunter immersed himself fully - soft ripples coursing through the water keeping in time with the cadence of Hercules pounding heart. Long low lazy strokes brought Iolaus forward to the small waterfall ensconced in the enclosure - ever closer to Hercules. Pulling himself from the baths he leaned back, languid in his movements and determined...not to release his lovers rapt attention for a moment. Hercules would never remember where or how the urn of oil appeared in Iolaus' skillful hand as he lathed the contents over his own body - every stroke of his hand on his muscular form brought forth a gasp of heated agony from Hercules - his own body now so engorged by the sight before him he strained at the fasteners of his clothing, ripping them asunder.

With sadistic grace Iolaus' hand reached down to the dark nipples of his chest - pinching gently at the darkening flesh. He licked parted lips not quite an invitation. He lowered long lashes to mask the desire that flashed there. And lost Hercules slipped quietly into the welcoming waters and surely he thought to his own damnation or salvation for at that moment history unwound and he remembered. The fragile golden youth and the tall man child swam into his memory - the heated passion, the clumsy movements, the whispered promises and the shy laughter - "so this is what Iolaus is telling me." Hercules thought - he looked at the body laying wantonly before him and smiled again. His voice soft as dust in the huge cavern "I remember beloved."

A tear traced Iolaus' face as his lips turned into the sweetest smile - his hand sent down slowly tracing his belly and curling into the soft golden curls about his manhood. He moved his oil slicked hand over the engorged flesh - sighing audibly in its wake - the purple head glistening with the first dewy signs of his impending orgasm. Hercules stopped and watched only dimly aware that this was being done for his pleasure as the heat took him and his body ached for release. Iolaus' hand began to pump more feverishly now, each stroke sent a throb through the demi-god's body as he moved slowly forward. His own hand finding the discarded urn of oil and anointing his own hard cock he moved between Iolaus' legs, spreading them further and watching with rapture the slick and urgent movement of his hand - reaching forward he traced the outline with a long gentle finger of the scrotum before him and Iolaus' breath came in short sharp sighs. Lifting the hunters legs onto his own shoulders he impaled the golden body just as Iolaus' own orgasm overtook him spilling his hot seed against the flat belly.

Iolaus' contraction gripped Hercules and slamming into the body before him - Iolaus moaned again - his back against the smooth rock of the waterfall - his hand tangled in the honey hair above him as his lips savagely met those of his lover - moist lips forcing his to open as Hercules' tongue pushed past the teeth and fucked his mouth with the same urgency in his pounding cock. With a roar Hercules pushed forward one last time and a cold sweet shudder gripped his body as he spilled his come into the body before him. His head going to Iolaus' chest , his ear listening to the pounding heart within slowing from its desperate rhythm. Iolaus stroked the soft damp hair and dropping a kiss onto his lover's brow whispered softly "You're mine Hercules - only for you."

Hercules' body shuddered with a sob and burying his face against the cool muscled chest sent his arm about Iolaus. Finding his feet - he carried his lover to the divan and wrapping him in one of the long robes settled behind him - long arm wrapped about his heart's desire.

And somewhere in the night while the gods laughed and reeked havoc amongst their mortal playthings, one god cried and lit on golden wings - Cupid left his temple.

THE END

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