Title:  Palace in the Sky

Author:  Angelee

Fandom:  Hercules

Pairing:  Iolaus/Ares

Rating:  Strong adult

Summary: Love between a mortal and a God.

Beta:  By my sister Anna.  All remaining errors are mine own.  With apologies.

Note:  Sequel to Lonely is a Four Letter Word.

 

Palace in the Sky

 

“So, this is your palace.”

 

“Yes.  Like it”

 

“Very much,” Iolaus told him.  Arms still around each other from when Ares winked them out of temple.  Swaying slightly together as they viewed the God of War’s beautiful palace.

 

Dite helped with the decorating.  She likes doing that kind of thing.”

 

“She did a great job.”  It’s breathtaking.” 

 

And it was.  Open and airy and very, very masculine.  Aphrodite most definitely knew her brother.  The sounds of a fountain dripping echoed in the main chamber.  In the distance Iolaus saw trees, if an orchard or a forest he couldn’t tell.  He’d explore later.

 

“Would you like something to eat?”  Iolaus shook his head.  “To drink?”  Ares asked, the perfect host.  Or-Iolaus chuckled inwardly.  Perhaps the God of War was nervous.  Perhaps he had reason to be. 

 

What Ioalus was offering was something that more than likely had never been offered to him before.  Perhaps not to any God.  Much less the God of War.

 

“No, I’m fine.”

 

“Sure?”  I can have the servants whip you up a seven course meal in no time,” Ares offered softly.

 

“Well, there is one thing.”

 

“What?”

 

“You?  I want you.”

 

Ares smiled at him.  “You have me.”

“Not yet I haven’t,” Ioalus replied aggrieved.  “And if you tell me Gods don’t get fucked I’m gonna scream.”

 

The God chuckled and it seemed to the blond that it was a happy kind of chuckle too.

 

“Why would I tell you that, blondie?”

 

Ioalus hands came up to cup Ares face.  Running a thumb over the sensual lower lip.  “I’d die, Ares.  If you don’t let me have you.  I’ll just die.”

 

The God gently bit the thumb.  “You can have me, Iolaus.  As often as you like.”

 

Iolaus moved closer, pulling Ares face toward his.  “Yeah?  Every hour of every day?”

 

“That’s a bit extreme even for a God, but if you want to give it a try, I’m game.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.”

 

Their lips met in their first real kiss.  Iolaus tongue delving deep.  Playing happily with Ares.  Become close and intimate friends.  Ioalus coaxed Ares tongue to follow his into his mouth.  Slowly the kiss broke, allowing Iolaus to feather kisses all over the God’s face.  Loving the feel of the soft beard. 

 

“Oh, Ares.  You smell good, you taste good.  More.  I want more.”  His hands roamed the willing body.  Moving the vest off the broad shoulder-to the floor where it was quickly forgotten.

 

Kisses were laid hotly all over a furry chest.  Nipples one after the other stroked and suckled to hardness.

 

Those same hands pushed the pants down hurriedly as Ioalus went to his knees before the God of War. 

 

“Ares you’re beautiful, so beautiful.”  Iolaus stroked Ares to full hardness, it didn’t take much as the God was more than half way there.  Earning his first moan of passion.

 

Turning his head he took Ares into his mouth in one swift sudden move.  The God gasped his knees buckling as warm wetness engulfed him.

 

Ioalus couldn’t get enough of Ares.  Hungrily he fed at the God’s groin.  Drawing everything he could and asking for more.

 

Ares moans were the sweetest of music to his ears.  When he stiffened Ioalus was ready.  Drinking hardily the essence of a God.

Iolaus released Ares slowly enjoying the tiny shudders every time his tongue stroked him.  He laid his head against the God’s thigh listening to Ares breathing slowly calm.

 

Trembling hands stroked his hair, pulling his head up.  Ares looked down at him.  Something in Ares eyes made Ioalus gasp.

 

“Are you worshipping me?”  The God asked softly.

 

Iolaus kissed Ares stomach.  “Oh, you betcha.  With everything that I am.”

 

Ares smiled.  “Usually I get food, or sometimes a pretty knife or bow.  Sometimes not so pretty.  Sometimes downright ugly, like the one I showed you back at the temple.  Never, ever have I been offered something as precious as what you’re offering me right now.

 

“Never?”  Iolaus asked softly, Ares word proving something he’d suspected all along.

 

“Never.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I’m the God of War.  I’m not Dite.”

 

Iolaus rubbed his face against the soft skin.  “I’m sorry Ares.”

 

The hands in his hair tightened painfully.  “I don’t need your pity.”

 

I’m not pitying you.”

 

“Then why are you saying you’re sorry?”

 

Iolaus rose to his feet slowly.  “I’m saying sorry, because we lost out on so much time.  Time I could have been loving you, not fighting with you.” The blond began removing his clothing, enjoying the way the dark eyes watched appreciatively.  “But you made things so difficult.  Always seeming to want to draw blood.”  Iolaus posed.  “Like what you see?”

 

Ares ran his hands down the pale flesh.  Stoking the hardness between the blond’s legs.  “Very much.”

 

Iolaus gasped.  “If you keep doing that I’ll finish to quickly.”

 

Ares shrugged.  “So?” Pulling the blond to him, he began stroking harder.  Enjoying himself immensely.  The mortal trembling is arms, very vocal about his pleasure.

 

That feel s so good?”

 

It’s suppose to.”

 

Iolaus moved into Ares strokes. A sensual dance as he bit and lick at Ares shoulder.  Biting hard as he splashed warm fluid into the God’s waiting hands.

 

Ares offered it to Iolaus, who locking eyes with the dark God, licked at it delicately, sensually.  Their eyes never broke away from each other when the blond offered his tongue to Ares.

 

The God’s caressed it before coaxing it into his mouth.  Ares tasted Iolaus essence, earning a deep growl as he sucked hungrily for more.

 

“Gosh, you kiss, good,” Iolaus told him breathlessly, when a eternity later the kiss broke.

Ares followed Iolaus mouth, kissing him hungrily again and again.  Dancing a dance sensual and passionate as their groins met gently rocking against each other.  “You kiss really, really good.”

 

“Thank you,” Ares told him as he nuzzled Ioalus neck earning a shiver from the blond.

 

“Your beard tickles.”

 

“Like it?”

 

“Hell, yeah,” Iolaus replied as he tilted his head for more of Ares caresses.  The God smiled against Iolaus neck as he listened to the happy giggles coming from the mortal.

 

“Do you want to get comfortable?”

 

“I am,” Iolaus told him cheerfully.

 

“Bed,” Ares told him insistently, pulling him toward one of the inner rooms.  He watched in amusement as the mortal jumped on the bed, sending pillows flying everywhere.  The God picked one up as he made his way to the bed.  Offering it to the blond, who quickly put it under his head.

 

“Nice bed.  Very, very comfortable.”

 

“I’m glad you like it.”

 

“Iolaus patted the bed.  “Aren’t you going to join me?”

 

Ares shook his head.  “No, I thought I’d enjoy the view for awhile.”

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Hmm.”

 

“Okay.”

 

Iolaus stared at him for a moment with a devilish gleam in his eyes, before caressing himself. Seeing if he could incite the God. 

 

Ares watched, dark eyes narrowing.  Suddenly launching himself onto the bed and on top of Iolaus.

 

He smiled as the mortal’s happy giggles filled the room as they rolled around on the bed.  Throwing even more pillows off and disarraying the blankets.  As far as he knew, nothing even remotely like this had ever happened in his palace, ever.  It was something he could very easily get use to.

 

The laughter changed to moans of pleasure as Ares hands moved over the blond, exchanging kisses, hungry and passionate.  Earning more happy giggles when Ares used his beard to tease Iolaus.  For now the loving was gentle as it was passionate.  Learning what pleased the other.

 

The God of War smiled down at his mortal.  The blue eyes looking up at him happy and sparkling with passion, tinged with lust.

 

”Ares?”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Make love with me?”

 

“I though I was,” Ares told him, arching an eyebrow.

 

Iolaus cleared his throat.  “Yes, we are, but I need more.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Hmm,” Iolaus replied, running his hands over Ares sides, cupping the firm buttocks to pull him closer.

 

Ares tongue caressed the side of the blond’s cheek and nose.  Earning another giggle.  “You want more?”

 

“Yes, Ares.  More.”

 

Ares gave him a brilliant smile.  Iolaus gasped, moaning softly as the God of War moved intimately closed.  Telling him, “Alright. Blondie.  You’ll get more.  Starting right now, you’ll get a lot more.”

 

***

 

Iolaus arched his head back as Ares rode him hard.  Pounding into him in a rhythm deep and satisfying.

 

Sweat gleamed off their bodies.  They’d been at this for what seemed like hours.  The sound of flesh on flesh echoing in the room along with Iolaus harsh gasps and moans.

 

No sound came from Ares, which was disconcerting for the blond.  If it wasn’t for the warmth across his back and the burning pleasure in him, Iolaus would swear he was by himself.

 

“Ares?”

 

“Yeah, blondie?”  Ares replied, distractedly.

 

“Aren’t you enjoying this?”

 

“Of course, can’t you feel how much?”

 

“A…ah, y…yes, but I’d like you to be a little more vocal, please.  I’d like noise with my sex.”

 

Ares chuckled hoarsely.  “Want me to yell like a she-devil in heat?”

 

Iolaus moved back into Ares hard thrust.  “Yes, please.”

 

“No can do.  Gods don’t scream during sex,” Ares told him, hands on the blond’s hips as he guided the rhythm.  Making Iolaus throw his head back in overwhelming pleasure as it scored something deep within.  His fluid splashing across the bed as he came with a whimpering moan.  

 

“Ah, that was good.”

 

“Just good?”  Ares whispered against the back of his neck.  Thrusting hard and more erratically.  He hissed silently into Iolaus ear as he came deep within the blond’s spasming body.

 

As soon as he was able, he pulled free earning a moan of loss from Iolaus.  Laying back against the bed, he pulled the blond to him. 

 

Iolaus smiled.  The God was a cuddler.  Wow, the God of War was a cuddler.  Wonders never ceased.  The God of War liked to cuddle.  How weird in an exciting sort of way as that?  “Better than good” He replied, happily making himself comfortable in Ares arms.  “Only complaint I got is that you don’t make enough noise, but I can fix that.”

 

Ares yawned sleepily.  “Oh, yeah?”

 

“Yup.  Before to long I’m going to have you yelling like a banshee in heat, just you wait and see.”

 

Ares pulled the covers over the two of them.  “I can hardly wait.”