.Title: Revelations

Author: Angelee

Fandom: Hercules

Pairing: Iolaus/Ares

Rating: Adult

Summary:

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

Revelations

“Why does this always happen to me?” Iolaus complained softly to himself. His meal once again burnt.

There was no one around to hear him, so there was no reason to shout after all. Hercules was off visiting his mother. Leaving the blond to fend for himself.

Iolaus didn’t mind. Truly he didn’t. He just wished…

He didn’t know what he wished for. Maybe he was just lonely.

There was a sudden disturbance. An odd tingle. Without even looking up.

“Hello Ares. What brings you to these parts?”

“You.”

Iolaus looked up and was greeted by a dazzling smile. One that never failed to take his breath away.

Ares was all muscle and sleekness. Arrogance personified, too. That never failed to irritate Iolaus as much as it excited him.

Iolaus stood up and nervously wiped his hands on his pants. “Really?”

“Hmm.”

Ares moved up close and so personal, Iolaus thought he might as well been wearing the God of War. Not that Iolaus minded. Ares smelled really good. Plus the heat and something Iolaus couldn’t name, coming off the God-was making the blond dizzy and disoriented.

Suddenly arms came around him pulling him close and just as unexpectedly tossed him to the ground. Iolaus looked up stunned.

“W…what are you d…doing?”

Ares gave him another of his smiles. Carefully unlacing his leather vest. “I’ve been thinking about having me a blondie for dinner. No time like the present.”

“Hercules isn’t going to like this.”

Ares scoffed. “Like I care. By the time he finds out about this, you’ll have been ravaged within an inch of your life. Nothing he can do about it then.”

“I don’t want to be ravaged.”

Ares unlaced the leather bindings holding his pants up, allowing them to fall. “To bad. It’s happening.”

Iolaus gasped. His blue eyes widening in astonishment. Ares was one well-built God, that was for damn sure.

“Ares?”

The God casually stepped out of his pants. “Hmm?”

“By ravaging, what exactly are we taking about?” Ares arrogantly raised his eyebrows. Telling Iolaus everything he needed to know. “No, oh-no. I don’t think so.”

“Yes, oh-yes. What’s the matter? Don’t like the idea of making love with a God?”

Iolaus swallowed heavily. “It’s not that. It’s just that you’re hung like a horse. It’s going to hurt.”

“What’s pleasure without a little pain?”

Iolaus started edging away from Ares. “A little pain? You’re going to tear my insides apart.”

Ares waved a godly-hand, freezing Iolaus flight before it even began. “It’s not going to hurt that much,” he replied, waving that same godly hand, making Iolaus clothing disappear. Leaving him naked to the cool summer breeze and the God’s appreciative eye. “And besides don’t tell me you don’t want it. It’s as plain as the nose on my face that you do.”

“It’s the breeze.”

“Excites you that much does it?”

Ares straddled him. Making Iolaus moan at the touch of warm skin on warm skin. “Yeah. It truly does. Besides don’t you have hoards of virgin maidens just waiting for you to deflower?”

“I want to deflower a nice, juicy blond.”

Iolaus rolled his eyes. “Oh, please...” What ever else he’d been about to say vanished from his mind as a tiny bottle appeared in Ares hands. “W…what are you going to do with that?” he asked uneasily.

“What do you think I’m going to do with it?” Ares asked, eyeing the bottle contemplatively before removing the wooden stopper.

“U...use it on me?”

Ares poured some of the sweet smelling liquid into his hands. “Got it in one.”

Iolaus moved uneasily. Trying to get out from under Ares. Stopped when the God simply sat on him to hold him still.

“Ares, you don’t want to do this. You really, really don’t.”

The God lifted the bottle and poured it on Iolaus. “Oh, but I do. I really, really do.”

Iolaus startled as the oil hit his heated flesh. “Oh, that’s cold. Hercules will not be pleased.”

“I don’t care what Hercules is or isn’t. Besides by the time he finds out. I’ll have had you,” Ares smiled down at him. “Several times.”

Iolaus gasped when a long finger gentle caressed his privates, spreading the oil. “Please, Ares…”

Ares arched an arrogant eyebrow at him. “What?”

Iolaus moaned when that same finger went to an area of his body no one had ever, ever touched. At least not with the intent Ares was going for.

“Huh?” he asked weakly.

“Please what? Please keep doing it…” Ares slid the finger in deep, moving it around gently. “Or keep doing it faster, harder? Because those are the only choices you have, my beautiful, blond friend.”

Iolaus spread his legs wide, allowing Ares complete and total access to his body. “I…I…hmm…”

“Not to sure? Even though your body knows what it wants.”

“Oh, Aries. I….”

“What?” The God asked absently as he added another finger. It was going to take some time to get Iolaus ready for him. And already Ares was getting anxious to be inside that tight, little body.

“You’re going to hurt me.”

Ares added another finger. “Probably. But only at first.”

Iolaus arched up, allowing the fingers to slide deeper. Blue eyes widening when it caused an odd arch of pleasure. “I…I don’t like pain.”

Ares added a third finger. “Then why do you stay with Hercules.”

“Well, that was just mean.”

“Hmm, stupid, muscle-bound freak is always getting you hurt. Pain and you should be up close and personal by now.”

“Is that anyway to talk about you brother? And besides he’s not stupid or a freak.”

Ares poured more fluid into his hands and began to get himself ready. Smiling at the way Ioalus eyes widened even more.

“Half-brother. And I can talk anyway I want about that moral freak if I want.”

“A…Ares? Can I ask a question without you getting angry?”

“Ask.”

“Did you…did you….did you…?”

“What? Did I what?” Aries asked impatiently.

“Did you enhance yourself?”

Ares hands stilled. “What?”

Iolaus moved under Ares uncomfortably. “Well, it’s just that I’ve heard rumors and then after getting a good look at you…”

“Huh?”

“Did you wave your hand and make yourself bigger.”

Ares looked down at himself. His penis was standing proud and very erect. Laying even with his abdomen. He wanted Iolaus-a lot. He had for a long time. Hercules visiting his mother had fit very nicely into his plans to take Iolaus for himself. His muscle-bound half brother didn’t seem to want him for what Ares did anyway.

“No. It’s all me.” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “I hadn’t even thought of enhancing myself. I could I suppose. Want me bigger?”

“No. No,” Iolaus answered quickly. “You look perfect as you are.”

Ares smiled at him. Taking his penis in his hand he waved it crudely at Iolaus. Who watched in horrified fascination.

“Like me this size?”

“I…I guess. I just wished that you weren’t planning to put it in me, though.”

Ares raised his eyebrows. “Oh? You don’t seem all that put off by it,” He replied, nodding at Ioalaus very real interest.

“Well, you are kinda pretty. In a very masculine way and I haven’t had sex in a long, long time. It’s been so long I don’t think I remember what it feels like,” he added wistfully.

Ares lined himself and very, very carefully pushed himself into Iolaus. Watching as the blonde’s blue eyes widened in pain, then in astonishment when the God was flush against his backside.

It did take time, a lot of it. Ares was big very, very big, but there it was. All said and done. Ares had been real, gentle, too. Which kind of surprised Iolaus.

“It would have been easier to take you from behind, but I want you to be very, very sure who was in that tight, very tight bottom of yours,” Ares whispered hoarsely. “Goddess. And I do mean tight.” Holding himself still by sheer force of will. Wanting nothing more than to thrust into the tightness encasing him like a glove meant for him and him alone.

“Oh, Hera,” Iolaus gasped. “you’re big.”

Ares smiled tightly giving in to the urge to move. Pulling out and pushing back in one long elegant thrust. “Don’t bring mother’s name into this. It’s just you and I, Iolaus.”

“Just you and I?”

Ares did it again. Adding more oil to the spot where they were joined. “Yes.”

“God, you’re big. So big. All I feel is you. Oh, Goddess, do I ever feel you.”

“Like it?” Ares asked, softly. Lowering himself onto the trembling body. Sighing softly when Iolaus legs came up and tangled over his waist.

Iolaus smiled at him “Yeah, I think I do. Now that I’m use to it.”

“Good. Can I move now?”

“Don’t wait on my account.”

Ares gently stroked Iolaus blond hair. “I didn’t want to hurt you. I wanted you to like me fucking you.”

“Why? I thought you didn’t care about what mortals felt or thought.”

“You aren’t most mortals.”

Iolaus looked into Ares solemn eyes. “Really?”

“Yes,” The God replied softly.

“Well, that’s a revelation.”

“In a good way or bad way?”

Iolaus ran his hands over Ares broad back. “Good. Definitely good.”

Ares nuzzled a warm neck. “I didn’t rape you.”

“No.”

Aries head popped up. “No?”

Iolaus smiled at him. “Nope. It was more in the form of a very strong seduction. A very, very strong seduction.”

“Ah.”

“Would it have matter to you if you had taken me by force?”

“Yes.”

Iolaus looked at him. “Why?” he asked curiously.

“It just would,” Ares replied evasively.

The blond smiled up at him again. “Like me, huh?”

Ares rolled his eyes. “My cock is in you ass and ready to explode. What do you think?”

“That you could have slacken your lusts on a two dozen virgins just waiting for that big cock of yours and you chose me.” Iolaus preened up at him.

“It’s three dozen virgins and don’t get to cocky.”

Iolaus tightened his internal muscles making them both gasp at the sensation. “I can if I want to. It seems that you are now my captive.”

“Oh, how do you figure that?” Iolaus tightened his muscles again, making the God of War moan softly. Iolaus felt good, so good and sweet around him. “I get the point.” Ares began thrusting gently, getting them both use to the sensation. “So, Blondie…”

Iolaus opened his eyes. Having closed them to better enjoy the feel of having Ares inside of him. “Hmm,” he asked, looking up curiously.

“So, you really think I have a big cock?”

“Yeah,” Iolaus replied, running his hands. “The biggest I’ve seen.”

Ares began thrusting, making Iolaus moan as it moved inside of him. “Seen many have you.”

“A few, you know in the baths and stuff,” Iolaus answered defensively, wrapping his legs tighter around Ares narrow waist. Afraid that the God would stop. “Not that I look or anything.”

“Hmm…” Ares look at him shyly. Well as shyly as a God could. “Hercules?”

“What about him?”

“Is his cock as big as mine?”

Iolaus smiled up at him. “Wow, for the God of War, you sure are insecure.”

Ares frowned. “Am not.”

“Are. I like that in a God.”

Ares angled the human’s hips up. “Really?”

“Yeah. Makes you more human. More loveable.”

“Loveable. I’m Ares, God of War.”

Iolaus ran his hands over Ares flexing buttocks. “So?”

“I don’t do loveable.”

Iolaus smiled up at him. “I think for me you could learn, couldn’t you?”

Ares looked down at him for a long moment. “Yes, for you I think I can.”