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marycrawfordThe fifth and last thing that never happened to Iolaus. Thanks again to my betas and everyone who helped me think of more Things.
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therienne will write one she came up with -- "Iolaus never accidentally sank the Argo.")
Comments welcome!
Five Things That Never Happened to Iolaus of Thebes, part V.
Slash, Hercules/Iolaus. Rated R.
(Part I)
(Part II)
(Part III)
(Part IV)
Five Things That Never Happened to Iolaus of Thebes
V.
"Peace and love, brother," Iolaus says to the stranger, and kisses him lightly. At first the stranger's lips are numb beneath his, but then the stranger grabs his shoulders and holds him close, and Iolaus sinks into the kiss with a moan. He is glad he was chosen to bid this one welcome.
The man tears himself away, looking into Iolaus' eyes. He appears to be in the grip of a negative emotion: he frowns, his eyes widening, his hands clench into fists.
"What did they do to you?" he asks in an undertone.
"I have found the peace of Lorel," Iolaus explains, happy to share. "Soon, you will understand." He tries to kiss the man again -- he smells of leather and wood smoke, not flowers and incense, but Iolaus finds he likes it -- but the man pushes him gently away.
"Do I displease you?" Iolaus asks. Perhaps Kamaros should have chosen one of the women after all. The man makes a noise in his throat, then shakes his head. Iolaus smiles at him. Perhaps he is just shy.
"I've been looking for you for days," the man says urgently, as Iolaus' brothers and sisters come closer. "You look... Do you even know who you are?"
"I am brother Iolaus," Iolaus answers, smiling still. He touches the stranger's chest, careful not to startle him, as he seems upset. "Do you know who you are?"
The stranger closes his eyes. "I'm Hercules," he says, and opens his eyes again to stare intently at Iolaus.
"Welcome, brother Hercules," Iolaus says, glad to be back on track; it can be difficult to hold onto your thoughts, here, and the part of him that sleeps is struggling. He pushes his sleeping self back and links arms with Hercules, who looks down at him oddly but permits it, and draws him deeper into the main cavern. Along the way, others greet their new brother with kisses and touches, but Iolaus doesn't relinquish him yet.
Then Kamaros blocks their path, smiling affably at Hercules. "Ah, the son of Zeus, welcome! Please enjoy our hospitality. If there's anything I can do--"
"You could let these people go," Hercules says, his voice mild.
Kamaros' smile doesn't change. "My dear friend, what makes you think they want to leave?" He strokes Iolaus' cheek, and Iolaus leans into the caress. Hercules' arm tightens around Iolaus' arm.
"Brother Iolaus," Kamaros says, "do you want to leave?"
Iolaus shakes his head urgently, and Kamaros spreads his hands. "You see?"
Hercules doesn't answer, but Iolaus can feel the tension in his muscles.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Kamaros asks. "No? Brother Iolaus, please show our guest the bounties of our city. Make him feel welcome."
Iolaus smiles at Kamaros, and Kamaros answers him with a bruising kiss. Hercules makes a growling noise; perhaps he is hungry.
Hercules denies it, though, when Iolaus shows him the feast prepared for him, and refuses even a sip of wine. Finally Iolaus gives up and takes him to one of the pillow rooms. There are others there -- brother Andros and sister Elina -- and they help Iolaus undress their new brother. His clothes are rough to the touch, very unlike the silks they all wear, and difficult to remove, but Hercules stands still for them patiently.
Hercules naked is a sight indeed; Iolaus runs a hand over the planes of his chest admiringly, then slides out of his silks. The sleeper inside him tries to flail awake when Hercules' eyes meet his, but he pushes it away ruthlessly and reaches up to catch Hercules' neck, drawing him down into another kiss.
When he pulls away, Hercules' mouth is red, his gaze hungry, and his arousal obvious. Iolaus kneels easily, making sure Hercules is watching him, and takes his first taste. Hercules shudders, his hands winding into Iolaus' hair, and Iolaus strokes his corded thighs and takes him deeper. Andros and Elina watch him, stroking each other with lazy touches.
After a while, Hercules' hands slip from his hair and Iolaus lets himself drop down into the heaped silk pillows. Andros and Elina move closer, kneel next to him, and he spreads his legs, watching Hercules as their hands open him. Andros circles his nipple with a slick finger, and he moans.
When Andros transfers his attention to Elina's breasts, Iolaus bites his lip, still watching Hercules, and draws his legs up. Then Hercules is kneeling in front of him, lifting him up, and sliding slowly into him, his touch as sure as if they have been doing this forever. It's so good that Iolaus closes his eyes, but his hand finds the hilt of the dagger hidden under the pillows.
Hercules groans above him. It sounds like pain, and that shocks Iolaus' sleeping self awake.
"Herc-" he whispers, horrified, but Hercules' eyes are closed in pleasure, not in death. Iolaus grips the hilt beneath the pillows convulsively, some part of him still trying to obey Kamaros' orders, and then lets go.
Hercules' hair falls forward, hiding both their faces from the world, and he drives into Iolaus, lifting him with each stroke, until Iolaus bites his own arm and howls.
"Iolaus," Hercules says in a drawn out, shuddering breath, and comes.
After his breathing slows and his mind comes back to him again, memories hitting him like hailstones, Iolaus glances at Andros and Elina from beneath the fall of Hercules' hair. They are wound tight around each other, oblivious, and he relaxes. It's not the most comfortable position in the world, with Hercules half on top of him, but this may be the only chance they have to speak without Kamaros or others hearing.
"What happened? Can you talk?" Hercules whispers into his ear, and Iolaus smiles, loving his instant understanding.
"Lotus," he whispers back. It clouds his thoughts still, but he can master it for a while, now that the need is upon him, and he has Hercules to catch him when he falls.
He distills the ugly memories into quick, whispered sentences. His rescue of the child-goddess, Kamaros' attack as Iolaus and Moira were spiriting her away, the re-education room, being forced to take lotus or watch Regina die from the lack of it.
"Had to hide," he whispers. "To convince Kamaros. Had to go deep--" and Hercules kisses his neck.
"They found your clothes," Hercules breathes. "Told me you must be dead. I searched for days--" His breath hitches.
Iolaus strokes his eyebrow lightly with his thumb, and says, "You always were a terrible tracker."
Hercules tries to grin, then takes a deep breath. "So, without lotus-"
"Cramps, convulsions, death," Iolaus whispers, grimacing in apology. "Lorel took it for years. Most of them did. Maybe, if we lowered the dosage slowly enough..."
Hercules is white around the mouth, but he nods infinitesimally, his hair brushing Iolaus' cheek. "We'll find a way."
"Oh, and Kamaros wants me to kill you," Iolaus whispers with a wry grin, and tugs the pillow aside so Hercules can see the dagger.
Hercules doesn't even have the grace to look surprised. "Thought so," he breathes.
Iolaus stares at him. "So you thought you'd wait, see if I'd try to stick a dagger in you?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
Iolaus lets his head fall back into the pillows. "Are you sure you didn't eat any lotus?"
Nearby, someone moans, and Iolaus sneaks a quick look, but Elina is turned away from him, Andros' head between her thighs. It won't be long before others come in, though.
"Kamaros is mine," he breathes. No plan yet, but that part has to be clear. Hercules nods, and Iolaus kisses him one last time, for luck, then lets the haze of lotus sweep over him again. A good hunter takes on the scent of prey, and right now, Iolaus feels like hunting.
(I still hope
therienne will write one she came up with -- "Iolaus never accidentally sank the Argo.")Comments welcome!
Five Things That Never Happened to Iolaus of Thebes, part V.
Slash, Hercules/Iolaus. Rated R.
(Part I)
(Part II)
(Part III)
(Part IV)
Five Things That Never Happened to Iolaus of Thebes
V.
"Peace and love, brother," Iolaus says to the stranger, and kisses him lightly. At first the stranger's lips are numb beneath his, but then the stranger grabs his shoulders and holds him close, and Iolaus sinks into the kiss with a moan. He is glad he was chosen to bid this one welcome.
The man tears himself away, looking into Iolaus' eyes. He appears to be in the grip of a negative emotion: he frowns, his eyes widening, his hands clench into fists.
"What did they do to you?" he asks in an undertone.
"I have found the peace of Lorel," Iolaus explains, happy to share. "Soon, you will understand." He tries to kiss the man again -- he smells of leather and wood smoke, not flowers and incense, but Iolaus finds he likes it -- but the man pushes him gently away.
"Do I displease you?" Iolaus asks. Perhaps Kamaros should have chosen one of the women after all. The man makes a noise in his throat, then shakes his head. Iolaus smiles at him. Perhaps he is just shy.
"I've been looking for you for days," the man says urgently, as Iolaus' brothers and sisters come closer. "You look... Do you even know who you are?"
"I am brother Iolaus," Iolaus answers, smiling still. He touches the stranger's chest, careful not to startle him, as he seems upset. "Do you know who you are?"
The stranger closes his eyes. "I'm Hercules," he says, and opens his eyes again to stare intently at Iolaus.
"Welcome, brother Hercules," Iolaus says, glad to be back on track; it can be difficult to hold onto your thoughts, here, and the part of him that sleeps is struggling. He pushes his sleeping self back and links arms with Hercules, who looks down at him oddly but permits it, and draws him deeper into the main cavern. Along the way, others greet their new brother with kisses and touches, but Iolaus doesn't relinquish him yet.
Then Kamaros blocks their path, smiling affably at Hercules. "Ah, the son of Zeus, welcome! Please enjoy our hospitality. If there's anything I can do--"
"You could let these people go," Hercules says, his voice mild.
Kamaros' smile doesn't change. "My dear friend, what makes you think they want to leave?" He strokes Iolaus' cheek, and Iolaus leans into the caress. Hercules' arm tightens around Iolaus' arm.
"Brother Iolaus," Kamaros says, "do you want to leave?"
Iolaus shakes his head urgently, and Kamaros spreads his hands. "You see?"
Hercules doesn't answer, but Iolaus can feel the tension in his muscles.
"Have you had dinner yet?" Kamaros asks. "No? Brother Iolaus, please show our guest the bounties of our city. Make him feel welcome."
Iolaus smiles at Kamaros, and Kamaros answers him with a bruising kiss. Hercules makes a growling noise; perhaps he is hungry.
Hercules denies it, though, when Iolaus shows him the feast prepared for him, and refuses even a sip of wine. Finally Iolaus gives up and takes him to one of the pillow rooms. There are others there -- brother Andros and sister Elina -- and they help Iolaus undress their new brother. His clothes are rough to the touch, very unlike the silks they all wear, and difficult to remove, but Hercules stands still for them patiently.
Hercules naked is a sight indeed; Iolaus runs a hand over the planes of his chest admiringly, then slides out of his silks. The sleeper inside him tries to flail awake when Hercules' eyes meet his, but he pushes it away ruthlessly and reaches up to catch Hercules' neck, drawing him down into another kiss.
When he pulls away, Hercules' mouth is red, his gaze hungry, and his arousal obvious. Iolaus kneels easily, making sure Hercules is watching him, and takes his first taste. Hercules shudders, his hands winding into Iolaus' hair, and Iolaus strokes his corded thighs and takes him deeper. Andros and Elina watch him, stroking each other with lazy touches.
After a while, Hercules' hands slip from his hair and Iolaus lets himself drop down into the heaped silk pillows. Andros and Elina move closer, kneel next to him, and he spreads his legs, watching Hercules as their hands open him. Andros circles his nipple with a slick finger, and he moans.
When Andros transfers his attention to Elina's breasts, Iolaus bites his lip, still watching Hercules, and draws his legs up. Then Hercules is kneeling in front of him, lifting him up, and sliding slowly into him, his touch as sure as if they have been doing this forever. It's so good that Iolaus closes his eyes, but his hand finds the hilt of the dagger hidden under the pillows.
Hercules groans above him. It sounds like pain, and that shocks Iolaus' sleeping self awake.
"Herc-" he whispers, horrified, but Hercules' eyes are closed in pleasure, not in death. Iolaus grips the hilt beneath the pillows convulsively, some part of him still trying to obey Kamaros' orders, and then lets go.
Hercules' hair falls forward, hiding both their faces from the world, and he drives into Iolaus, lifting him with each stroke, until Iolaus bites his own arm and howls.
"Iolaus," Hercules says in a drawn out, shuddering breath, and comes.
After his breathing slows and his mind comes back to him again, memories hitting him like hailstones, Iolaus glances at Andros and Elina from beneath the fall of Hercules' hair. They are wound tight around each other, oblivious, and he relaxes. It's not the most comfortable position in the world, with Hercules half on top of him, but this may be the only chance they have to speak without Kamaros or others hearing.
"What happened? Can you talk?" Hercules whispers into his ear, and Iolaus smiles, loving his instant understanding.
"Lotus," he whispers back. It clouds his thoughts still, but he can master it for a while, now that the need is upon him, and he has Hercules to catch him when he falls.
He distills the ugly memories into quick, whispered sentences. His rescue of the child-goddess, Kamaros' attack as Iolaus and Moira were spiriting her away, the re-education room, being forced to take lotus or watch Regina die from the lack of it.
"Had to hide," he whispers. "To convince Kamaros. Had to go deep--" and Hercules kisses his neck.
"They found your clothes," Hercules breathes. "Told me you must be dead. I searched for days--" His breath hitches.
Iolaus strokes his eyebrow lightly with his thumb, and says, "You always were a terrible tracker."
Hercules tries to grin, then takes a deep breath. "So, without lotus-"
"Cramps, convulsions, death," Iolaus whispers, grimacing in apology. "Lorel took it for years. Most of them did. Maybe, if we lowered the dosage slowly enough..."
Hercules is white around the mouth, but he nods infinitesimally, his hair brushing Iolaus' cheek. "We'll find a way."
"Oh, and Kamaros wants me to kill you," Iolaus whispers with a wry grin, and tugs the pillow aside so Hercules can see the dagger.
Hercules doesn't even have the grace to look surprised. "Thought so," he breathes.
Iolaus stares at him. "So you thought you'd wait, see if I'd try to stick a dagger in you?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
Iolaus lets his head fall back into the pillows. "Are you sure you didn't eat any lotus?"
Nearby, someone moans, and Iolaus sneaks a quick look, but Elina is turned away from him, Andros' head between her thighs. It won't be long before others come in, though.
"Kamaros is mine," he breathes. No plan yet, but that part has to be clear. Hercules nods, and Iolaus kisses him one last time, for luck, then lets the haze of lotus sweep over him again. A good hunter takes on the scent of prey, and right now, Iolaus feels like hunting.
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Date: 2006-01-21 04:00 pm (UTC)This? Incredible. Me? Verb-less.
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Date: 2006-01-21 05:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-21 05:21 pm (UTC)Amorette
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Date: 2006-01-21 05:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-21 06:24 pm (UTC)I love how Iolaus is incapable of hurting Hercules even when under the influence, and the sound of Herc in possible pain is so strong that it wakes him up while sex keeps him awake.
Just love, love, love this.
Thank you for these, they have made my week!
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Date: 2006-01-21 07:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-01-21 11:31 pm (UTC)Thanks again for this whole series -- it's been a blast!
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Date: 2006-01-22 10:30 am (UTC)Thanks for the lovely feedback!
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Date: 2006-01-22 06:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2006-01-22 07:51 pm (UTC)Whoa...
Date: 2006-01-22 11:43 pm (UTC)Re: Whoa...
Date: 2006-01-23 06:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-01-23 12:42 am (UTC)"They found your clothes," Hercules breathes. "Told me you must be dead. I searched for days--" His breath hitches.
Iolaus strokes his eyebrow lightly with his thumb, and says, "You always were a terrible tracker."
Very, very good.
More intelligent feedback to follow. Probably. If I can stop rereding it.
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:12 am (UTC)(no subject)
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