By Majik

First off: They aren’t mine. Cool? I admit it, you admit it. We all know it. And let’s face it, what good will it do you to sue me? I’m a poor student who is bringing some light and enjoyment to her dreary, run-of-the-mill existence by sharing a story with her friends. Public opinion’s gonna be on *my* side, buddy. So there!

Hey y’all. This isn’t my first slash story, but it is the first one I’m letting other people see. I would really like some feedback. Even if you hate it, tell me what and why, okay?

I’m gonna rate this R for m/m sexual acts. Sorry, gang. Maybe I’ll work my way up to NC-17 next time.

NO plot. Just a short and sweet PWP with no redeeming social value whatsoever

He awoke in the middle of the night, momentarily disoriented by the noise that had disturbed him. He blinked into the dark room, giving his eyes time to adjust, as his ears sought what had awakened him. From the street below he heard again the sound of voices, and a burst of laughter, almost instantly silenced. Children, from the sound of it, out past curfew and hoping not to get caught.

Hercules relaxed, sinking back against the softness of the blankets beneath him. How long had it been since he'd last slept in a bed? Not since Athens, most likely. Far too long. He rolled onto his side, seeking the warmth of the man beside him, wrapping an arm around the beloved form and pulling it closer. He curled around the smaller body of his lover, enjoying the feel of the smooth skin beneath his fingers, the soft hair against his cheek. Oh, yes. It had been *far* too long. Sleeping beneath the stars could be romantic, but rocks and twigs tended to poke you at the most inconvenient times. He smiled against the curled hair, remembering the evening just past. They'd certainly made up for it though.

He pressed a gentle kiss against his lover's forehead and slowly began to drift back into sleep. He was hovering on the brink between sleep and the waking world when he felt a soft pressure against his throat, and the sensation of strong hands tracing a delicate pattern across his shoulders. The hands drifted lower, skimming across the small of his back, then down over his hips. He opened his eyes, instinctively tightening his grip as he saw those beautiful blue eyes smiling up at him. Always so brilliant, not even the dark of night could dampen the glow of love and life in those eyes. Nothing could.

Soft lips claimed his own, a gentle, loving kiss. Hercules ran his fingers through the blond curls, then dropped his hands to his lover's shoulders, holding the smaller man close to him. When they finally pulled apart, breathing heavily from passion, and lack of oxygen, he lifted an eyebrow and gazed into cerulean eyes. "Trying to tell me something, love?"

Iolaus smiled, the mischievous tilt of his lips and gleam of his eyes far too familiar to the demigod. "Doesn't look like I'm *trying* to tell you anything." Iolaus pressed himself firmly against Hercules' larger body, feeling the other man's arousal. "Looks like I got my message across."

"Loud and clear, love." Hercules claimed the other's mouth in a deep kiss, tongue asking, and being granted, entry into the warm depths of that luscious mouth. He pressed Iolaus back, until he lay on his back, with Hercules' larger form covering him possesively, protectively. They moved against each other, a slow, steady rhythm set from years of experience and shared love, each moving in time to the other, each knowing how to pleasure the other. Words were unnecessary. At times like this, it seemed their hearts spoke, and joined, making each a part of the other.

Hercules brushed his lips against Iolaus' eyes, and down the side of his face, tracing the outline of one ear with his tongue, delighting in the shiver of pleasure it drew. One hand tangled itself amongst the soft curls of Iolaus’ hair, while the other ran lightly down the smaller man’s side, drawing shivers of pleasure and excitement. Iolaus’ hands busily roamed his back, stroking through his hair, kneading the muscles in his shoulders and back. Hercules moaned in pleasure as one of Iolaus’ hands drifted lower, fingernails tracing a delicate pattern over the tight flesh of the demi-god’s ass. He thrust harder against his lover, setting a quicker, more urgent pace, one Iolaus met willingly, their mouths meeting in heated kiss after heated kiss.

Hercules could feel what little remained of Iolaus’ control evaporate in the heat they were creating between them. The mortal’s thrusts became faster, more urgent, his kisses harder, deeper. Hercules felt his own control slipping as he met his lover’s pace, giving in to Iolaus’ need for release rather than trying to draw it out any longer. He felt the tensing of the smaller body beneath him as Iolaus tightened his grip on the demi-god, one hand holding Hercules’ head still as the mortal claimed his mouth, the other tightening across Hercules’ back as Iolaus made one last insistent thrust and came with a moan of pure pleasure.

Mouths still locked together, Hercules welcomed the sounds of Iolaus’ pleasure, the vibrations adding a whole new sensuality to the kiss. Iolaus came hard against him, the warmth of his essence pulsing out to cover both their bodies. The feel, the smell, of his lover’s delight was more than enough to push Hercules over the edge and he gladly gave up control, his climax ringing through him as he joined his lover in release.

For several long minutes neither moved, nor spoke, each content to bask in the completion of their union, neither willing to break the soft magic that bound them together whenever they made love. But eventually, Hercules sighed, and with one last, gentle kiss, rolled off to the side. Iolaus immediately curled back against Hercules’ side, not willing to let even that small a space come between them, and Hercules wrapped his arm around him, pulling the beautiful man closer to him still. For a moment, Hercules entertained the notion of getting up and grabbing a cloth to clean them both up, but he could feel the soft pounding of Iolaus’ heartbeat against his chest, and the soft exhalation of each breath the hunter took against his throat. Compared to the glory of feeling his partner’s presence beside him, whatever discomfort they might experience come morning would be unimportant.

Hercules closed his eyes, feeling himself drift into sleep. A soft movement at his side brought him back to wakefulness though, as Iolaus gently placed one hand over Hercules’ heart. A soft whisper reached the demi-god’s ear, words blurred by sleepiness, but spoken with the whole of the golden warrior’s love for his companion. "I love you."

Hercules felt a smile grace his lips ever so briefly before sleep came back for him. "I love you too," he breathed.

And they slept.

THE END