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  Two Iolaus' Are Better Than One 
 by CardsGal  
 Author's notes: Written YEARS ago, not even sure to what list anymore! 


 

 Disclaimer: I have nothing to disclaim. I don't own them, and am quite
upset over it.

 Title: Two Iolaus' Are Better Than One Author: CardsGal Rating: NC17
Archive: If someone would actually want it! Synopsis: Hercules and Iolaus
run into Iolaus...the blondes discover they have something in common...and
it's more than blond hair....

 Authors Note: This is my first fic, so please be kind. Comments and
criticisms welcome....please! April put the bug in my ear for several of
the goings-ons in this story so here's to ya gal! 

 "Hey Herc, I can't wait to do a little fishing...maybe I'll find another
perfect piece of wood to ride the water again, or...." The small blond was
literally skipping around his taller companion, unable to contain his
excitement any longer. "We don't spend near enough time near the water."
He began again, barely taking a breath. 

 "Iolaus, right now I'd just like to find an inn, with a decent room, and
get some dinner. I am bushed. I've had you back for a whole month, and
between playing mediators to *three* feuding villages, subduing two
different warlords, and thwarting Ares' latest plan to rearrange my face,
I am bone-tired. I just want you, me, a soft bed, maybe some wine, and one
of your wonderful massages." 

 "You don't want much, do you?" the hunter asked, but conceded, "A bath
would be nice. And pillows. And real blankets." He sped up his pace. "Come
on then, what are we dragging our feet about? We can fish tomorrow."

 Hercules shook his head and smiled, but slowed his pace instead of
quickening it. "Oh, Iolaus, one thing first. Come back here a second." 

 "What? What?" The exasperated blond retreated the few steps to his
friend, only to find Hercules staring at him with a bemused, yet reverent,
expression on his face. 

 "Have I told you lately, how glad I am that you're back?" the demigod
asked, before pulling him up for a soul-baring kiss that left them both a
bit breathless. 

 "Umm...I don't think today. But keep reminding me like that and we'll
never make it to town!" Iolaus mischievously gave his lover's crotch a
quick grope before darting off again. 

 The two friends wandered into a village several hours later, and Hercules
immediately began searching for a respectable inn. Iolaus seemed to have
forgotten his hurry for lodging as he stopped to examine the goods at
almost every stall he passed. After a short haggle, and maybe a free
sample, he was off to the next merchant without buying a thing. He was so
busy licking the creme filling out of the latest pastry he'd been
investigating that he didn't realize he had literally run into...himself.
The hunter was so engrossed in catching his prize before it hit the
ground, that he didn't even hear Hercules' sharp intake of breath before
he let out an exclamation of, "Iolaus! What are you doing here?"

 That weird question finally sunk in and he looked up at the demigod in
confusion. "Buddy, I've been here all day. Have you been walking in the
sun too...." His mouth fell open as he looked at an almost exact replica
of himself standing next to Hercules. The only thing that made him feel
better, was the fact that the man next to Hercules looked almost as
astonished as he did. 

 "Hi Hercules." The other blond said a bit uncertainly. "And you must be
Iolaus. Excuse my ignorance, but I though you were, well, um, dead." He
finally finished, lamely shifting from foot to foot. 

 "And aren't you supposed to be, um, gone?" the hunter queried a bit
haughtily. "I thought Aphrodite turned you into a fish or something." 

 "Iolaus, be nice." Hercules interjected. "You'd follow Nautica under the
sea too if you'd seen her." He grinned. "Why *are* you here though? Did
things not work out between you two?" 

 "No, no...nothing like that!" Iolaus smiled. "We're disgustingly happy. I
just have a need to, you know, visit land once in a while. All that water
gets a bit claustrophobic. Not to mention what it does to my hair! It's
dry, frizzy and much too long." The jester ran a hand through his curly,
longer locks. "Haven't found any barbers down there! I finally worked out
a deal with Aphrodite. I get to visit land once a month for twenty-four
hours. Sometimes Nautica comes, sometimes not. She's not as fond of it as
I am." 

 "Don't see nothing wrong with your hair." Iolaus mumbled, slowly circling
his twin, poking and prodding a bit and comparing the identical scars that
were visible. 

 "Do you mind?" Iolaus muttered as he swatted the other man's hand away.
"Nice seeing *you* Hercules. Guess I'm off for a trim and some dinner that
isn't fish." He finally grinned and turned to walk away. 

 "Wait. Your hair looks fine." The demigod shot a warning look at his
partner who was rolling his eyes and running a hand through his own unruly
curls in an imitation of his look-a-likes earlier action. "Why don't you
join us for dinner? We're staying the night and meeting some friends a
couple of villages away tomorrow." *This would definitely piss him off and
it serves him right, the way he's been acting* Hercules thought smugly as
he smiled encouragingly at Iolaus. 

 "I don't know." He hedged, looking from Hercules to Iolaus and back
again. "I don't want to intrude." 

 Iolaus seemed about to open his mouth until Hercules spoke up quickly and
put a firm hand on each man's shoulders, leaving no room for argument and
propelled them toward a tavern that he'd spied in the distance. "Nonsense.
*We* would enjoy the company. There's no reason for you to be by
yourself." 

 A few minutes later, the three settled at a table in the tavern and
ordered a veritable feast. Iolaus and Iolaus were getting quite a few
stares at their uncanny resemblance but after a few scathing glares from
Hercules, everyone resumed their earlier activities. 

 "Too bad Orestes wasn't here." Iolaus giggled, apparently resigning
himself to spending the evening with his alter ego. The ale was certainly
helping. "That would really get their tongues wagging." 

 "Who's Orestes?" Iolaus asked between bites of a pheasant leg he was
picking at critically. "This needs rosemary." 

 Iolaus made a face, not even daring to look at his partner. He already
knew there would be a gloating grin. "My...your...cousin. Bears a striking
resemblance to...us. If he wasn't dead." He added the last part a bit
sadly. "Didn't you know of him in your world?" 

 The other man stared into the air, thinking. "No, I don't recall that
name. But then, I didn't get out much," He pushed his goblet away and
waved to get a serving wench's attention. "Water please." 

 "Water? You'd think you'd be tired of it." The hunter smirked and slid
the cup back towards Iolaus. "Don't know what you're missing. Have some
fun." 

 "Iolaus, let the man drink what he wants. Not everyone has your penchant
for ale." Hercules slowed down his eating long enough to chastise. 

 "Well, I've never really tried it. It just doesn't seem dignified." He
sniffed at the drink dubiously.

 "Most enjoyable things aren't." Iolaus sniggered as Hercules elbowed him
in the ribs. The blond ignored the jab and continued. "Speaking of
*things*, you and..." He stopped to think a second. "...Nautica are fish?
Then how do you..." This time he let out an audible grunt as he received
yet another, harder stab. "What? Inquiring minds want to know." 

 Iolaus was looking at him a bit blankly. "Uh, half-fish. I'm not sure I
follow." He followed this by taking a sip of the ale. "That's horrible!"
He sputtered. "You drink this stuff?" 

 "It's an acquired taste. Try some more." Iolaus prompted, toasting him
and then taking a long swallow from his own drink. 

 His counterpart took a deep breath and choked down the remaining contents
of his goblet. After unsuccessfully trying to stifle a hiccup, he set the
cup down with a thud, and proceeded to finish his meal. "There. Happy
now?" 

 A bit later, Hercules pinched the bridge of his nose with a thumb and
forefinger and shook his head. *Me and my great ideas. All I wanted was a
quiet dinner and a maybe not so quiet night....* The son of Zeus ventured
a glance at the two men at the table. They were deep in a conversation
punctuated by almost identical giggles erupting from one or the other at
various times. He studied the contrasting differences between the two. 

 Iolaus was still missing the swaggering confidence of his long time
friend, but he did look more relaxed and happy than he remembered him ever
being. That was reassuring. He still sported his old jester's outfit sans
sleeves. He vaguely wondered where he kept it. Under a rock maybe? Their
hair was almost the same length and style now, though the other Iolaus
seemed very uncomfortable with his and kept brushing it behind his ears.
*Kinda like Iolaus did when he was younger. * Hercules smiled fondly. As
he scrutinized the two men a bit longer, he became mesmerized by the
similarity of their movements...the way they both tilted their head to one
side when contemplating a question, the identical pulse beats in the
equally identical strong, corded necks, two sets of deep azure eyes, that
were, at that moment, looking right at him! The demigod shook his head in
an effort to come back to earth. "Sorry. It's just...ah...a bit much
seeing the two of you in the same place like this. I mean, knowing how
different you were...are...and you're actually getting along, though,
knowing you both, it won't last long and...Gods, I'm babbling aren't I?"
The two had the nerve to actually nod their heads in tandem and giggle. At
that, Hercules got up abruptly and searched for the stairs. "I am going to
my room, taking a much anticipated bath, and climbing into a much more
anticipated soft bed. Good night." 

 Both watched Hercules liberate a wineskin from a serving tray and march
determinedly, albeit a bit stiffly, to the exit. Iolaus glanced over at
the other blond to see a look of longing flit quickly over his features
before disappearing. Not being known for his subtlety, and already knowing
the answer, he asked. "Did you two ever fool around?" 

 "NO!" Iolaus exclaimed. "I mean, all he ever did was mope and talk about
you and...." 

 "Hey, no need to get defensive. I was *dead* ya know." The hunter smiled
slyly, a devious plan already forming. "I guess the more important
question is, would you like to? I saw you watching him, so don't try to
deny it." 

 It was Iolaus' turn to look stunned. "What?" He literally squeaked, but
actually looking like he was considering it. That look of consideration
suddenly turned to fear and he almost whispered. "No, I don't think so." 

 Iolaus could see the gamut of emotions running across his face. He got up
and moved around the table to sit beside his twin. He tentatively put a
hand on Iolaus' back, anticipating the flinch he knew he'd receive. "Look,
I had my five minutes with the Sovereign and it was no picnic. I can't
even comprehend what your life must have been like. But you know in your
heart that Herc isn't like that. You wouldn't have traveled with him if
you'd had any doubts. Am I right?" 

 Iolaus took a deep breath and nodded, still not meeting the other man's
eyes. "I used to watch him sleep across the campfire and wonder what it
would be like without the violence and pain. Hercules' eyes are so kind
and full of compassion." He finally looked up and continued. "He had
nightmares almost every night. I'd hear him tossing and turning, mumbling
your name over and over. I was so jealous of that devotion, though I had
no right to be." The blond smiled in an attempt to lighten the moment.
"You are one lucky guy." 

 It was Iolaus' turn to blink back a tear. Wiping a hand quickly across
his eyes, he bounded off the chair and pulled Iolaus up with him. "Well
then, let's both get lucky tonight. The big guy won't know what hit him." 

 A few minutes later, the two were standing at the door to the room,
discussing a plan of attack. Iolaus was swaying a bit and the hunter put a
steadying hand on his chest. "You weren't kidding when you said you didn't
drink! Okay, I can guarantee you he'll be dozing. Ten minutes in a bath,
and he's out like a light." Iolaus looked his twin up and down. "Can you
get around behind him where he can't readily see you? This may take a bit
of persuading at first." 

 Iolaus let out a snort. "I am *very* light on my feet. I could somersault
across the room and he wouldn't hear it. Watch and learn, rabbit chaser."
With that final insult, he quietly opened the door a crack, slipped
inside, and disappeared, leaving a bemused Iolaus standing in the hallway
shaking his head with nothing left to do but follow. 

 Iolaus surveyed the room. Hercules was indeed snoring softly in a good
sized round tub and had left only one small candle burning by the bed.
Perfect. He had also barely noticed Iolaus crouched a few feet behind the
demigod's head, almost blending into the shadows completely. Even better.
The hunter quickly disrobed and slipped into the still warm water. As
usual, Hercules didn't startle, but his eyes opened about halfway and he
drawled lazily, "About time. I wondered how long it would take you to get
away." 

 "Well, I didn't actually get away. More like brought the party to you."
Iolaus replied, as he picked up one of Hercules impossibly long legs and
soaped it liberally. At the same time, Iolaus had crept up and began
washing the demigod's hair and scalp. The son of Zeus sighed with
contentment until he suddenly put two and two together. He sat up straight
in the tub, grabbed a hold of the two wrists close to his head and glared
suspiciously at Iolaus. "What have you schemed up this time?" 

 "Relax. And quit splashing. You really don't want to get me all that wet.
It would not be a pretty sight," he said good-naturedly, but then sobered.
"But if you want me to go, I will."

 Hercules pondered a moment, then slowly let up his grip on the other
man's hands and gave another sigh, this one of defeat. Iolaus was watching
him intently; a look of mischief mixed with desire showing plainly on his
face. Resistance was pretty much futile at this point. *It DID feel nice*
Those magical fingers had now moved on to his temples, instantly
dissipating a slight headache he'd had for days, before proceeding to
explore the high planes of his cheekbones and strong set of his jaw. "So
soft and smooth." The hands moved lower until they grazed the now cooling
water. Hot breath and a whisper close to his ear. "Get out of the tub." 

 Taking this as a perfect cue, Iolaus was out of the bath as fast as he
had entered it. He wrapped a towel around his waist and went over to throw
a few more logs in the enormous fireplace. After lighting a couple of more
candles, digging some vials out of his pack, and placing them on a table
by the bed, he looked around with a satisfied grin. That grin soon turned
into an audible gasp as he watched Hercules rise from the water. 

 After all these years, he didn't think he'd ever get used to the sight.
The larger man was totally oblivious to the masculine beauty and grace
with which he leapt over the side and shook his head, flicking droplets of
water throughout the room. In an effort to escape the unexpected shower,
Iolaus sprang back catching his foot in a pair of discarded leathers and
landed with an undignified thud on the floor. Hercules laughed and held
out a hand to pull the smaller man up. "I think you have way too many
clothes on as it is. No need to add mine to the mix." He reached down to
unlace the velvety tunic, running his hands over the sleek expanse of skin
exposed after the shirt fell to the floor. 'So familiar....'

 Unable to resist any longer, the demigod fell back on the bed, pulling
Iolaus into a kiss as he did so. Hercules leisurely nibbled at the soft,
tentative lips on his. He was rewarded with a low moan, and not so patient
hips grinding against his. Not happy with the clothes chafing between
them, the demigod rolled the blond over and began fumbling with the
unfamiliar belts. Suddenly realizing that this wasn't who he was
*supposed* to be with, Hercules glanced up to see Iolaus lounging
comfortably on the other side of the bed, wine in hand, and watching them
with interest. 

 "We look so good together," the blond drawled as he shifted position and
crawled over to the other two men. "But this is supposed to be *our* show.
You're supposed to be just sitting back and relaxing." 

 Hearing this, Iolaus wriggled out from under Hercules and proceeded to
remove his own pants. "Yeah, seems like something was said about a massage
earlier?" 

 "Relaxing and massage are not the two words that come to mind right now."
Hercules replied, eyeing the two bronze visions that were busily trying to
maneuver him to a workable position on the bed. "But I guess," he moaned
as two pair of oil slicked hands began firm strokes up his calves and
thighs, "I guess I could be persuaded." Within a matter of minutes, the
demigod was lost in a sensual haze, aware only of the continuing
manipulation of his muscles. Too soon he was being nudged over onto his
back. 

 "Herc," a voice drifting through the fog, "don't go to sleep on us." He
opened his eyes to try to discern who said it, but finally figured that it
really didn't matter. Soft lips probing his, a tongue seeking entrance.
Another mouth on his cock, engulfing it in moist heat but quickly removed.
The sensation of cool air blown on his member. On and on his body was
teased and tantalized, almost pushing him beyond endurance. Finally a
slick finger was probing his anus. This was followed by a second, third
and...fourth? Hercules writhed, pushing against the intruding digits. They
seemed to be purposefully avoiding the sweet spot that would send him over
the edge, instead simply rotating and stretching that band of muscle to
its limits. "Gods, please...." He ground out, begging for release. 

 The former jester watched the effect he was having on Hercules with
extreme satisfaction. Only a bit left to go and hopefully he'd send the
demigod to Elysia and back. A slight push and he suddenly felt his whole
hand swallowed into that tight cavern. He stilled, waiting for a reaction.


 Hercules froze as he realized what was being done to him. A second of
pain followed by such a feeling of fullness that it was almost
indescribable. Part of him wanted to relish this experience as long as
possible, but the lower part of his anatomy needed relief. He wriggled
experimentally before pistoning his body up and down on the invading mass
with single-minded intensity. "OhGodsOhGodsOhGods." A mantra, rising in
volume as fingers literally surrounded his prostate, milking it
rhythmically. The son of Zeus clawed at the sheets; a spectrum of colors
flashing before his eyes as his orgasm overtook him. 

 "Herc, hey buddy, are you with us?" Iolaus poked at the demigod's chest
tentatively. "Iolaus, I think you killed him." He couldn't believe the
scene he'd just witnessed. It was probably the most erotic sight he'd ever
seen, and his cock twitched in anticipation. Their extended foreplay had
taken its toll, leaving his body quivering with unquenched desire. 

 Hercules suddenly raised up on his elbows, and shook his head slightly to
clear it. He felt totally and utterly satiated but seeing those two tense,
sweaty bodies before him, a deliciously wicked idea was borne. "I want to
watch you fuck." He purred in a low voice that left no room for argument.
The two men looked at each other warily for a moment, each judging the
others reaction. 

 Iolaus was the first to respond, shrugging nonchalantly. "Why not?" Then
grinning. "But who fucks who?" A now giggling hunter grabbed out for
Iolaus, intent on being the aggressor, but was a bit surprised to be met
with resistance. This started a minor scuffle as both wrestled for
dominance over the other. 

 Using the headboard to lean back against for leverage, Iolaus soon had
the other blond trapped with a strong arm across his breastbone and one
wrapped around his waist. Shifting on his haunches, he played with his
center of gravity a bit to ensure he'd have the stamina for what was to
come before beginning a low commentary to his hostage. "Watch him, Iolaus.
If Herc wants a show, we'll damn well give it to him. He's such a voyeur
anyway but seeing us like this is about to drive him off the deep end." He
paused to nibble an unadorned ear while grabbing a vial of oil and pouring
it liberally between them. Guiding his aching cock between the creamy
globes in front of him, Iolaus questioned. "How fast can you take it? I
don't know how much longer I can hold out." 

 In response Iolaus braced his knees and thrust backwards, impaling
himself completely on the hunter's shaft. Gasping from the white-hot
pain/pleasure that was shooting through his body all he could manage was a
strangled, "How's that?" while squirming to find just the right angle for
optimal gratification. 

 Iolaus hissed at the unexpected onslaught. *This was going to be quick. *
He tried to pull away some to regroup but Iolaus followed his movements
perfectly while frantically trying to relocate Iolaus' hand around his
weeping erection. *Figures. Maybe we're more alike than I thought. * Eager
to test his theory he shifted his attention to the throbbing flesh in
hand. Using his thumb to caress the oozing head, he firmly pumped up and
down its length while rotating his wrist slightly. This got the expected
results as Iolaus stiffened and held his breath. Feeling his balls tighten
in preparation, Iolaus hastened the velocity of his hand and hips and
whispered hotly, "Come for me. Come for Herc. Think of all the nights you
yearned for him." 

 Letting out a guttural moan, Iolaus pitched forward catching himself on
his hands and came longer and harder than he could ever remember. 

 The heady combination of the lithe muscles working beneath him and the
internal muscle milking his cock brought the hunter over the edge. Locking
eyes with Hercules, completely losing himself in that heated gaze, Iolaus'
seed spewed into his twin at the same time that the demigod jetted a
second orgasm into his own hand. 

 No one moved for an eternity. All that could be heard in the room was a
few ragged breaths. Hercules was the first to break the spell by rising
and padding around the room to find a towel. Iolaus mumbled grumpily as he
watched his fastidious partner blowing out candles and generally tidying
up the room. Hercules chuckled, hearing Iolaus' complaints and he lobbed
the wadded towel at the pair on the bed hard enough to send them both
tumbling to the floor. 

 "It's a good thing I'm used to such treatment." Iolaus commented primly,
but grinning as he extracted himself from the still grumbling form beneath
him. He rose and tried to restore the bed to some semblance of order,
fluffing pillows and straightening blankets. 

 Iolaus sat up and shook his head at the two busy bodies. Waiting for the
precise moment when it looked like Iolaus had finished with his arranging,
a grinning hunter dove into the bed and burrowed under the covers. "Last
one in gets the wet spot!" He wrinkled his nose and scooted over a few
more inches. "Spots." 

 "Iolaus, you sleep on the WET ground all the time. Get over it." Hercules
growled as he forcefully scooted the blond over to try to make enough room
for his bulk. "Anyway, this monstrosity is more than big enough for all of
us." He glanced pointedly at Iolaus who was obviously trying to gather his
clothes in the semi-darkness. "Planning on going somewhere?" 

 "Well, I didn't know if..." Iolaus began uncomfortably. "I mean..." Both
men were staring at him as if he'd grown another head. He shrugged and
climbed into the spot that Hercules was patting beside him, inwardly
overjoyed at the opportunity to snuggle up to the demigod. Within minutes,
all three drifted into a contented slumber. 

 Hercules was the first to wake up to bright sun streaming in the window
the next morning. His arms encircled two warm bodies and both tousled
golden mops were resting on his chest. A goofy smile lit up his features
as he let his head fall back on the pillow intent on relishing the moment.
The slight jostling woke Iolaus as he groggily squinted against the bright
light. Hercules squeezed the hunter briefly and commented, "What a night.
Thanks, I think." 

 `Whatta ya mean, you think?" Iolaus asked with an astounded look on his
face. 

 "Don't get me wrong, it was great. Just a little...intense." Hercules
grimaced, as if just now realizing he had a literal pain in his ass. "And
it's a good thing we don't ride horses." 

 Iolaus laughed at this. He had been awake for awhile, just content to
eavesdrop. "Just think, the Sov didn't like any preparation whatsoever!" 

 "What?" Hercules sat up; aghast at the thought he'd actually enjoyed
something that his evil counterpart would. As he shifted, several stray
feathers were launched into the air. "What the?" He parroted again,
fishing around in the covers, only releasing more feathers into the
atmosphere. 

 Iolaus seemed unfazed, shrugging slightly. "Must be a god-thing is all I
can figure. Maybe a higher sensory tolerance? Ares taught it to me-said he
invented it." He got out of bed a little reluctantly and shimmied into his
pants. "I really gotta be going. "Aphrodite might renege on her offer if I
don't make it back on time."

 "Ares?" Iolaus mouthed to Hercules, eyebrows rose halfway up his
forehead. He was already up and wandering seemingly aimlessly around the
room. 

 Hercules swung his legs over the side of the bed and began to dress.
"Remember, white leather, god of love?" Hercules grinned as he strapped on
his gauntlets. His eyes suddenly widened as he saw the origin of the
earlier feather explosion. There were two long tears in the mattress. He
reddened and hastily pulled the covers up, hoping neither of his
companions had noticed. 

 "Oh, yeah. Must have slipped my mind." The hunter answered distractedly
as he tried to locate all of his clothes. *How was it that HIS always went
missing? * A few minutes later he took quick inventory of all his found
garments as he slipped them on. "Oh, and Herc, why don't you just flip the
mattress over? Maybe they'll never notice." Iolaus snickered as he darted
out of the room to find some breakfast. 

 Hercules shook his head and smiled weakly at Iolaus. "Come on, maybe if
we drag Iolaus out of here real quick, I won't have to build a barn or
repair a roof to pay for all this." After surveying the room in broad
daylight, the demigod couldn't resist leaving several extra dinars on the
bedside table before shaking his head again and heading downstairs also.

 The three men made good time back to the ocean. When they reached the
beach, Iolaus immediately zeroed in on a large boulder and began shoving
at it. It was moving albeit very, very slowly. "Here, let me help."
Hercules laughed and effortlessly slid the rock out of the way. Iolaus
lifted a lid to a wooden box buried in the sand and began stripping off
his boots and shirt and placing them in it. Before getting completely
naked, he stood up and shyly clasped wrists with Hercules and Iolaus in
turn. Now that the heat of the moment had passed, words escaped him. 

 "Be well, Iolaus." Hercules said warmly, breaking the uncomfortable
silence. "Tell Nautica hello for me."

 Iolaus began to speak but was interrupted by a shout from the distance.
He scanned the water to find a golden head bobbing a couple of hundred
feet out. She waved, darted under the water and resurfaced a bit closer. 

 Iolaus quickly divested himself of his pants and folded them neatly
before placing them on top of the rest of his clothes. He seemed
completely unaware of his nakedness and seemed quite surprised to see the
other two men gaping at him. "What? I don't need them in there." He
pointed to the ocean. "And I can't bloody well walk into town in the buff,
now can I?" His mouth dropped open as he glanced over to notice Iolaus
disrobing also. 

 "Iolaus..." Hercules admonished while trying to smile and wave at the
mermaid. 

 "What? It would be rude not to give a greeting." The blond seemed
mesmerized with the figure in the waves. "At least I'm staying decent." He
called over his shoulder as he sprinted for the surf. 

 "I wouldn't call that decent." Hercules muttered darkly as he viewed the
scanty breechcloth that his lover was wearing. "You better follow quick or
Nautica might clock him. He's not real subtle. His curiosity sometimes
gets the better of him." 

 Iolaus laughed merrily as he headed out for the water with a backward
wave. "I think she can take care of herself." He added as a resounding
smack carried through the air, followed by a sheepish "Sorry!". 

 Hercules replaced the boulder back over the hidden cubbyhole and perched
on it to watch his three friends frolicking in the surf. Maybe he'd join
them.... Later. 

 THE END 

  
   
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