By Wanda

I/H NC-17
Don't own the guys, never will. Can be archived.

The soft sounds of musical instruments filled the air, floating up from where the musicians played on the tavern floor. Hercules let the gentle cords wash over him, relaxing him. Iolaus step in front of him. He was breathtaking, the lighting in the room creating a glow about him. He gave Hercules a saucy smile and started to sway his hips as the singer began to sing.

Hercules drank Iolaus in as he swayed seductively, his hands rubbing up and down his chest till he reached down and slowly pulled the shirt over his head. Hercules held his breath as he watched the wonderful chest revealed to him. He felt the stirring in his groin grow, hardness getting harder.

Iolaus smiled at him again, that sexy ‘Neither one of us will be able to walk for a week’ smile. Hercules groaned aloud as he saw Iolaus slid his pants down a bit, letting Hercules see the hard cock just peeking out. Iolaus danced closer, standing just inches from Hercules.

Iolaus was leaning over him, planting light kisses on his face and chest, never letting the contact go too deep. Hercules arched his body trying to get closer to those lips, small whimpers coming from the back of his throat.

Iolaus was kneeling in between his legs now, his tongue running up first his right inner thigh and then the left. Light, teasing strokes, staying far from the one place Hercules needed them to be. Iolaus’s hands came up, running over his chest till he found his nipples. Teasing them with small caresses, gentle pinches. Hercules began to shake with need.

Hercules gave a strangled shout as the tip of his penis was engulfed, that maddening tongue running circles around it. One of the hands slide down his stomach to wrap itself around his base. The lips stayed at the tip, lightly sucking as the hand slowly ran up and down his shaft.

With a growl Hercules pushed Iolaus away from him. The he was on the floor with him, on top of him. He kissed him hard, forcing his mouth up, plunging his tongue in, sweeping Iolaus’s tongue into his mouth. His hands ran down his side, pushing his pants off.

Iolaus groaned into Hercules’s mouth as his erection was freed. Now it was him straining his body up to get closer to Hercules. Hercules broke away from Iolaus, staring down at him. Iolaus could only look up at him with wide eyes, panting heavily. Hercules let out a small grin as he lifted Iolaus and turned him on to his stomach.

Hercules pushed his fingers into Iolaus’s mouth, letting him swirl his tongue around them as he wetted them thoroughly. Hercules then reached down and parted him, sliding his legs father apart. He ran his hand slowly up and down the cleft, dancing around the small opening. Then he pushed the tip of one in working steadily to loosen the muscle. He smiled at the whispery sounds his love was making. He quickly worked two more fingers, knowing they were both to far gone to take much more. Spitting into his hands, using it to thoroughly coat his shaft. He withdraw his fingers, causing a sound of protest that was quickly cut off as he covered him.

Hercules pushed himself in, going slowly to allow Iolaus time to adjust. Finally he was buried deep in his lover, panting at the tightness and warmth that surrounded him. A moan escaped him as Iolaus arched his hips back, forcing Hercules even deeper. Hercules pulled out to the tip, the pushed himself, building the rhythm between them fast and fast. As he felt his approach climax he reached his hand around his love, grabbing the straining erection he found. Pumping Iolaus in time with his thrust he quickly brought them both to the brink. He heard Iolaus scream his name as he fell over.

Hercules was lying on his back with his lover curled on top of him. Their breathing was finally starting to get back under control as Iolaus looked up at him.

"So, Hercules did you have a good day?" Iolaus panted at him.

Hercules looked at his love, letting a smile light up his face. "The best, the very best," Hercules said as he pulled Iolaus down for a kiss.

THE END