By Martine

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.

Person: Hercules
Place: Rigging of a ship
Prop: Pineapple rings and cream (oh yeah...in Greece..gee THANKS!!!)
Piece of clothing: Trousers Iolaus wore in 'Long Live the King'
Position: Spread-eagled

**Spoiler warning...contains references to 'Web of Desire'**

"So what *did* you see up there then?"

"Oof..er...what?"

"Get up off that decking Iolaus before you get splinters!"

Iolaus struggled to right himself, feeling more than just the deck swaying beneath him. "I trying Herc, if only someone would stop the ship spinning for a moment?"

Hercules finished tying the rigging straps and turned to give his friend a hand up. Iolaus accepted and gracefully launched himself up straight, grimacing from the pain in his backside, he was going to have quite a bruise there later.

"'Goldenbeard' huh! My friend *you* have a lot more to learn about sailing before I call you by a piratical name!"

Iolaus turned to brush the dust from his leather trousers. He was still grinning stupidly from his reaction to Nebula's little butt joke. "Ahaam..."

"What on earth was 'Ahaam'?"

The hunter waved dismissively. "Oh er..nothing...nothing just thinking. Oh damn it!"

Hercules' tone became one of concern "What's the matter Iolaus? You didn't hurt yourself did you? That was quite a fall my love." He moved closer to his friend and looked to see what Iolaus had seen. One of the leather seams of the hunter's trousers had split open revealing just a little more flesh that Iolaus felt comfortable with showing. The demigod saw the rent and gulped at the sight of the delicious cream flesh that poked through the tear. It had been so long since he'd held those firm globes in his hands but now was not the time to be thinking about sex...was it?

"Y...you'd better get below and change those. We wouldn't want Nebula getting a *shock* now would we?" Hercules said the last more as a curse than a comment. The pirate captain and the hunter had been getting on just a *little* too well for his liking, ever since he'd left them together in the cave whilst searching for Arachne there had been an air of mutual *interest* between them that Hercules *definitely* didn't like.

"Yah...ooohhh yah...you could be right Herc. I'll er...I'll be back in a minute. Just...er...keep...er...tying those *things* up!" Iolaus' tongue unconsciously poked out to touch his top lip, sending shivers down Hercules' spine. Why did he get the feeling that Iolaus *wanted* to go below decks?

The hunter turned to scamper up the steps to the cabin entrance, his tightly muscled rear, with its artistic rent, disappeared all too quickly. Hercules groaned, raised his eyes to the heavens and mumbled "Oh gods, *why* didn't you send me a different partner? Someone ugly; whose breath doesn't smell like roses, whose skin doesn't feel like silk and who doesn't fuck like a god? Why ME father?" He never expected an answer; Zeus didn't even approve of their intimate relationship.

A sudden gust of wind made the demigod shiver but he doubted it was the real cause of the goosebumps running up and down his arms.

Why was Iolaus taking so long to change a pair of trousers? He considered going downstairs to look in on his friend but knew Iolaus would be cross with him and he couldn't act well enough that Iolaus wouldn't spot the real reason he was checking up. Gritting his teeth he went back to work. The mid-day sun burned mercilessly down on the small ship, the deck awash with warm sunshine affording no shade from the heat. The demigod removed his vest, mindful of sun stroke but too hot to care.

Hercules busied himself with preparing food for them all. Maybe then he would have an excuse to go down to Iolaus' cabin and call him. Before leaving the small island they had managed to gather a meagre supply of fruit, fish and fresh water for their return journey to Corinth. Together with what they had managed to salvage from the storm that brought them there in the first place, rations would still be low but the three of them would survive. Indeed both he and Iolaus had sometimes gone many days without sustenance, although the hunter complained non-stop about his stomach they'd always found other ways to satisfy their hunger and keep their minds off food.

Hercules roughly pulled a dagger out from where it was imbedded in the side of a barrel and, making use of the top of the cargo hold, sliced open some of the rare pineapples, the scented juice leaking onto the bleached and thirsty wood. As he carved out the hard centre from the juicy flesh, faint sounds drifted up from the hold below; gentle moans and sighs of pleasure gradually built to panting, loud grunts and cries, more than once he heard Nebula call out Iolaus' name in the throes of orgasm. Hercules' mouth went dry and his groin ached with loss.

"Yes..yes...YES..like that oooh more monkeyboy...ooh....woof!". Thankfully, it was over almost as quickly as it had begun and Hercules' hand slipped on the knife his hands trembling.

Nebula had been trouble from the word go, if she hadn't helped save Iolaus from the clutches of the evil spider woman he wouldn't have been able to tolerate her flirting with his beloved. Iolaus owed her something and she seemed determined to collect. Well he hoped to the gods the debt was completely repaid now because he couldn't stand to hear *that* again!!

"*Monkey boy*, *monkey boy*...I'll give you MONKEY BOY!!" The demigod mumbled as he hacked away at the fruit taking out his frustration on the inanimate object, finally all he was left with were thin rings of pineapple and lots and lots of debris. "And you can stop commenting as well!" He addressed his twitching cock as it throbbed knowingly beneath the leather confinement.

Unable to concentrate any longer he left the half prepared food and returned to his next job of greasing the wooden deck, perhaps the physical work would alleviate his smouldering jealousy and cool the fire in his groin.   A short time later the demigod looked up from his labours to see a very sweaty and tousled looking warrior re-appear wearing only the tight black leggings that Hercules loved to see him in. Without a codpiece the front bulged invitingly and the demigod repressed a moan at the sight.

They were one of the only luxury items of clothing that Iolaus carried with him; just the one pair of dress pants and his dark purple satin shirt that had belonged to his cousin Orestes. Iolaus looked stunning in that outfit, his flaxen hair and tawny golden flesh contrasting with the smooth fabric; his slim legs and nicely rounded arse filling out the pants to perfection. When he wore them, Iolaus looked every bit as royal as his relative had.

Hercules remembered the first time he saw Iolaus dressed in the finery, he had practically choked at the beautiful vision. He recalled the feel of the soft silk as it glided off one of the strong shoulders just enough to let Hercules suckle on the exposed dark, proud nipple. It took seconds for him to release the shirt tail from the confines of the tight pants so he could run his hands up and down his lover's back..then they had made wild, orgiastic love... 'Oh gods...why ME? Why HIM??"

"Er...hi Herc...I um...took a little longer than I thought. I was helping Nebula, she ah...wanted some help pumping out the hold!"

Hercules coughed at that one, 'pumping out the hold'!! 'Priceless' he thought...Iolaus' excuses were worthy of an award. Well this time he wasn't going to let the hunter get away with it, he rose from his hands and knees and before he could object, pulled the half-naked man towards him relishing the smell of his sweat-glistened skin.

"Hey...wait a minute...what...?"

"Shut up Iolaus." The kiss was long, passionate and possessive, the hunter's tell-tale rose scent overlaid with the spicy fragrance of Nebula's recent attentions. Iolaus' lips were full and welcoming and Hercules could feel himself weakening as their tongues met. His hands drifted down between them to softly stroke the front of his favourite item of clothing, as he touched the hunter, he could feel his lover's groin awaken.

"Oh Herc...I'm sorry." Hercules stopped his loving attentions and looked into the brilliant blue eyes before him.

"What are you sorry about Iolaus?"

"I can't lie to you any more. You know what Nebula and I were really doing don't you?" Hercules nodded, trying to put as much hurt into his expression as he dared. "Well...I'm truly sorry Herc, it's just I...you know I kinda owed her something for saving me and she's...well...she won't take *no* for an answer - she's VERY *forceful* and well..."

Hercules put one finger on Iolaus' lips. "Sshh my love...not one more word. I'm flattered that Nebula finds you as irresistible as I do. But unfortunately you know that I'm going to have to burn the smell of her from you with my own body don't you?"

Iolaus closed his eyes, he adored this man, his lover and best friend and he trembled in expectation of the moments to come.

"As punishment for letting her have her wicked way with you, you're going to have to do exactly as I ask?" Hercules had been thinking about this for the last half hour - his revenge.

"E...exactly?!"

Hercules nodded "Ahah...*exactly*!"

"Uh...okay!"

"Good now get your gorgeous butt up on the side of the ship, against the rigging."

With a slightly nervous giggle Iolaus complied and stood precariously balanced on the side of the ship staring at the sickening roll of the sea beneath him, his stomach lurched and he had to hold onto the ropes to stop from falling. He made a captivating sight silhouetted against the azure sky.

"Are you able to turn around?"

Iolaus complied, very slowly, heart racing with excitement.

Hercules grabbed a length of twisted flaxen rope and cut it into four, even lengths before hopping up to join his lover on the railing. Stepping carefully so as not to overbalance them both, he held the ropes in his teeth while pressing himself against the hunter's body. Hercules pulled the rigging to test it's ability to take their combined weight. It was plenty strong enough for his purposes!!

"Arms above your head Iolaus." His voice was gentle and arousing and Iolaus could no more deny his beloved this than he could kill himself.

Leaning into the rigging he tried nibbling at the demigod's exposed ear as his wrists were tied to the criss-cross of ropes. His chest heaved up and down as his cock filled achingly. Having partially immobilised the hunter, Hercules kissed his way past the broad chest and firm abdomen to the waistband of the concealing material.

He jumped down onto the wooden deck and reached up to grasp the fabric, pulling it slowly off the hips and exposing Iolaus, inch by glorious inch. When the hunter's turgid shaft was completely visible Hercules bent down to lick the glistening head, moist and slick with Iolaus' seed and Nebula's fragrant essence. He lapped at the precious organ stirring it to life until it jumped hotly against his warm mouth.

Both the demigod's and the warrior's trousers found their way across the deck as Hercules tied Iolaus' ankles to mirror his outstretched arms. He was spread-eagled and begging to be touched. This was so different from Nebula's lovemaking, their joining was a rough, desperate affair and they had both come so quickly that the event was little more than the completion of a primitive urge. But Hercules *loved* Iolaus and sex between them was secondary, important but secondary. They knew each other so intimately that every touch brought fire and every word comfort.

Iolaus watched though half-lidded eyes as the demigod picked up several of the pineapple rings.

"You wouldn't!"

Hercules grinned mischievously. "Oh *wouldn't* I? I'll show you who's the better lover!"

Iolaus gulped and held his breath, as Hercules gently slipped three of the pineapple rings over his penis, juice flowing down the inside of his thigh and dribbling onto his ticklish toes only to be expertly suckled by the demigod's strong mouth. His head thrashed against the rigging and he snaked his hands around the coarse rope for support. *Gods this was unbearable* he thought between gasps for air.

Hercules brought his face back to Iolaus' groin and cupped his heavy manhood in both hands as he nibbled at the succulent pineapple, fruity sap covering his mouth and neck. Iolaus was almost crying as each new sensation hit him, one ring had gone, two... his cock was so tight he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. Finally the last piece and the demigod made the most of licking around his scrotum and tasting the muskiness as a delicious condiment before taking the main course deep into the back of his throat.

Iolaus shouted loud enough to wake Poseidon and spilled deep into the perfumed haven of Hercules' mouth, his balls tightening as he pumped against his face. He felt dizzy and elated at the same time, the exquisite feeling of release washed over him like the noon tide.

Hercules reluctantly released his grip on Iolaus' softening member, his own crying out for release. He stepped back onto the railing and brought a piece of pineapple to the hunter's lips, covered in his own sweet seed. The demigod held one side of the pineapple in his own lips as Iolaus sucked on the same piece of fruit; their mouths joining as the pulp was finally consumed between them. Hercules smoothed back his lover's wheaten hair, as he kissed him sensuously. The light of the sun bounced off Iolaus' golden curls and lit up his angelic and serene features. He whispered softly into Hercules' ear. "It's your turn my love...."

Hercules looked at his life before him with such intensity that Iolaus was drowning in the warmth of his tenderness. The demigod kissed him one last time and felt his own kindled passion as the ship pitched in the waves and brought his erection to rest in the hunter's belly button. Iolaus squirmed at this new, yet unexplored, sensation and he longed to pull his lover closer into him. Hercules sensed the newness of the feeling and ran with it. Standing between the hunter's spread legs he stood on tip toes and braced himself against the ropes as he started to push the glistening head of his cock against the other man's belly. The red tip disappeared into the warm little hole with unerring accuracy; forcing Iolaus back against the restraints.

Iolaus closed his eyes, feeling the push of his lover's penis in his delicate belly button, every thrust sent a delicious pain straight to his groin. It probed the orifice as if seeking it's own entrance to his body and Hercules was suddenly overcome with the need to jettison his seed. He wouldn't allow this new pleasure to rob him of the delight of pumping his essence into the warrior tied beneath him. Ignoring the groan of disappointment from Iolaus he reached down to untie the hunter's ankles before cupping his buttocks ready to impale him.

"Hercules...wait...hey Herc!" Squealed the hunter.

"What!!?"

"Lubrication...please!"

"Oh sorry Iolaus, I guess I got carried away." His erection tickled the sensitised flesh of Iolaus' body as he slipped off the railing and grabbed the honey wax cream he'd been using to condition the deck with.

Iolaus laughed as he saw the size of Hercules' hard on and licked his lips. "It's a good job you've got plenty of that buddy!"

Hercules coated his own thick, dark flesh with the brown cream and stroked his penis lovingly whilst inserting a slick honeyed finger inside Iolaus' tight hole easing past the muscles and loosening up the entrance. As Iolaus spread his legs wider, two more digits followed before the demigod returned to his lover's embrace and positioned his cock at the puckered door to his home. He paused, making sure he wouldn't hurt the handsome warrior.

"Do it...*now*" He didn't add 'my arms are killing me Herc' although he would like to have.

The son of Zeus needed no more urging. With a grunt, Hercules thrust up into the waiting passageway pushing with all his might to reach the nub of sensation within Iolaus. The initial pain turned to inexpressible pleasure as the blond was driven against the ropes, that is - until the friction rubbing the flesh on his back, buttocks and arms became difficult to bear. He was grateful for the ropes around his wrists, he knew that he would never have been able to maintain this position without their added security.

There was no doubt that the demigod was enjoying this more than he was, as the sharp pain of rope burns gradually pierced his sex-fogged fantasy. He yelped in distress, but was pleased to see that his partner hadn't missed a beat, stroking Iolaus' cock frantically, he strove to reach his climax. The boiling sea was counterpoint to the eruption taking place in the hunter's body as Hercules' essence flowed into the confluence of his own ocean. Iolaus nearly collapsed with relief. 'Oh thank the gods that's over!'

Hercules rested his exhausted head on the naked chest and thrust gently a couple more times before slipping out of Iolaus.

"G...great...Herc...that was wonderful but do you think you could get off me now?"

Hercules looked hurt. "What's the matter Iolaus...didn't you enjoy that?"

"Oh yes, my love but I really would appreciate it if you could untie me now...ouch" Hercules expression turned to worry as he quickly released the warrior's wrists. Iolaus nearly toppled forwards as Hercules reached to catch him and he saw the red wheals of rubbed flesh on Iolaus' perfect back.

"Dear gods Iolaus why didn't you *say something*?"

"Oh yeah, like I wanted to stop you in the middle of an orgasm! Doesn't matter Herc it's not bad, well, not if the salt air doesn't keep stinging me!"

Grabbing the deck cloth Hercules quickly cleaned them both down before helping Iolaus into his black pants and clothing himself. It was at that moment that Nebula decided to make a reappearance. She looked to all the world as though she had been having a nice sleep 'probably exhausted after her activities!' Hercules thought sarcastically.

"Hiya boys. What's happened to your back Goldilocks?" She sounded genuinely concerned.

Hercules mouthed 'Goldilocks?' to Iolaus who simply shrugged apologetically.

"Nothing Neb...we were...I mean I just er...fell against the rigging, it got quite rough out here for a while!"

"I just BET it did. I didn't know the captain of this ship was into flogging. Hey big guy...watcha going to do with your chimp next time, keel haul him!!??" She laughed so hard it started Iolaus off. Only Hercules looked somewhat flushed with embarrassment.

The pirate went to return to her post on the fo'c''s'le shaking her head with laughter. "Partners huh...just good friends...yeah right Goldilocks and I'm Aphrodite!!"

THE END

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