Title: Inn Flagrante Delicto

Authoress: The Huntress

Rating: NC17

Archive: HercFic

This story is post-'Full Circle'....

Authors Rantings: Yes...another fic that takes place at an inn...I like inns and as long as Herc and Iolaus aren't staying at 'Fawlty Towers' I can cope....(and for those of you who have seen 'Fawlty Towers', can you imagine how Basil would react to the thought of H/I in a room together?? I know Sybil would be drooling at the thought LOL. Or Manuel trying to explain something...*anything*...to Ares?)

Disclaimer: Boys will be boys...they play rough, have fun, and they belong to themselves. My Herc and Iolaus are so far from TIIC's, that any resemblance is totally, and completely, nonexistent.

INN FLAGRANTE DELICTO

By The Huntress
~*~*~*~*~

"You didn't have to pull me out of there like I was a child!" Iolaus was screaming. "And put me *DOWN*!"

Hercules however, had no intention of putting the hunter down just yet. He was fuming, having pulled Iolaus out of yet *another* brawl, dragged him out of a tavern, slung him over his shoulder, and walked off with him. Hercules had walked him through the forest, finally putting the blonde down when his struggles became too much, and the demigod was losing his hold. "Iolaus, this has got to stop. Another brawl. And before you say *anything*, those men were twice your size and there were *five* of them."

"I could have taken them!" Iolaus snapped. "I'm more then just your sidekick you know!"

"I know Iolaus," Herc answered. "What caused this one? Did someone call you *shorty*? Did they make a crack about your eating habits? What was it Iolaus?"

"Well, they said...Herc, you don't want to know, okay. Please leave it alone."

Hercules grabbed his partner by the vest, pulling him up so they were eye to eye. "Talk, Iolaus." Iolaus shook his head, looking down at his feet. Hercules took a deep breath and put him down, gently taking his chin in hand and lifting his head up. Iolaus' eyes were beginning to well with tears, causing concern for the demigod. Taking Iolaus into his arms, Herc held him, listening to his friend sniffle, while he rubbed Iolaus' back, trying to calm him. "Iolaus...Iolaus it couldn't be that bad. They were only words. Now what was said...and why is it upsetting you so much?"

Iolaus pulled away a bit, so he could look at Hercules. "They said...that without your father, you would be nothing...just your mother's bastard son. I couldn't let 'em get away with it Herc."

"What else Iolaus?" Herc asked, knowing there *was* more. "You've heard that before...we both have. It's never been that big a deal. You know I don't give a damn what people say about me. I've been living with it my whole life." He walked over to the hunter, once again lifting his head so their eyes met. "Please tell me."

Iolaus' tears were subsiding, and he hesitated, taking a deep breath. "They said the only reason you'd hang around with someone like me was because...because I was probably good in bed. Then one of 'em made a remark about you. I didn't like it...didn't like it at all."

"What did he say?" Herc asked softly, all anger gone from his tone.

"He wanted to know if...if you were a good...a good fuck, *okay*! So I hit him. He hit me back, and the other's jumped into it, and you know the rest, so leave me alone! I'm going back to the room, and going to sleep."

He stalked off, and Hercules just stood there, staring after him. For years, along with the insults about Herc's parentage, his and Iolaus' relationship had been speculated about, and gossiped about. It had never bothered Iolaus before, but it had *always* bothered Hercules, although he never showed it. It hurt the demigod to listen to such things because he wished, in his heart and very soul, that it were true. 'Never happen Herc,' he thought with a sigh. 'Dream on.'

He waited a while, then returned to their room at the inn, got undressed and climbed into the bed, trying his best to keep his mind off the sleeping body beside him. It took a while, but he finally drifted off to Morpheus' realm.

****************

He awoke to the smell of food wafting across the room, and opened his eyes to find Iolaus standing there, a tray laden with all kinds of food and drink in his hands.

"I'm sorry for yesterday Herc," Iolaus said softly. "I figured I'd get you breakfast to make up for it." He smiled, and Hercules sat up, smiling back. Iolaus brought the tray over to the bed and laid it down, sitting on the edge. "The breads fresh and hot Herc. The cook just took it out...and the fruit was picked this morning, and the ale's good, and...."

Herc interrupted him. "You're babbling Iolaus...and thanks. But you didn't have to do this. I'm not mad you know."

"I know Herc," the hunter sighed. "But I still wanted to do it."

"And where did you get the money for this?" He looked at his partner, and he knew. "Iolaus! You've had that new lute on layaway for three months now, paying dinars towards it everytime we're in Thebes. You were going to pay it off in two days, when we got home. Ripheus isn't going to hold it any longer...he told you that the last time."

"So I'll get another lute. It's no big deal." Iolaus smiled, standing up. "Now, I told the blacksmith I'd help him out for a few hours today. After lunch, we'll head west, to Mycenae. I bet I find a lute there. See ya later Herc."

"Later Iolaus," the demigod said. Iolaus left the room, and Herc got out of bed, staring at the food. "Great...he spends the last of his money on *this*." He picked up the bread, and looked at it, but couldn't eat. He stared out the window, watching Iolaus walk down the street. "He really wanted that lute...now, how am I going to come up with the rest of the dinars to buy it for him?"

"I got an idea or two," came a voice behind him. He turned to see Ares standing there.

"What do you want?" He groaned. "No wars to keep you busy? Your mother's back...go bother her for a while."

"I can't. She's with *your* mother." At Herc's incredulous look, Ares nodded. "Zeus took her from the Elysian Fields and locked her in a room with Hera. They came out a while later, a bit bruised, but acting like old friends. Mom says if I hurt you again, I'll get the spanking of my life. And now, she and Alcmene are trying to set me up with a *nice* girl...and that's why I came here. They want to set you up with one too."

"But I don't want a nice *girl*!" Herc groaned. "I want...." He couldn't finish...not in front of his brother.

"I know who you want." Ares grinned at him. "Everyone knows...*but* him. You know, I've got half a mind to...."

Herc cut him off. "Yeah, you've got half a mind all right. And if you say one more word about him, I'll...."

"You'll what? Hercules, I see the way *he* looks at *you*. This is *not* a one-sided yearning. Now the question is, what are you going to do about it?"

"What do you want, Ares?"

"If I help you get blondie, I want you to set me up with...set me up with...."

"Spit it out Ares!"

"IPHICLES!" It flew out of the War God's mouth before he could stop it. "There! Happy now! I'm in love with your brother, okay!"

"*I* knew that," Herc sighed. "I'm not completely dense you know. I saw you, the last time Iph made a speech in the middle of Corinth. You were standing in that alley, across from the podium. I saw how your eyes were...you looked like you were ready to grab him..." Herc put his hands on Ares' upper arms and gripped him tight. "...pull his lips to yours..." Herc let his lips brush his brother's. "...pressing your mouth upon his, and...." He didn't get a chance to finish. Ares lips on his stopped his voice. The kiss was deep, soft, and demanding. Both men lingered there, mouths fused, for a few moments. It was Ares who broke the kiss.

"How long since you've been laid Hercules?" He asked, with a smirk.

Herc grinned at him. "About as long as you." He grabbed his pants and put them on, ignoring the swelling between his legs, that made his pants a little too tight.

Ares laughed, asking, "Now about my proposition? You do for me, I do for you."

"Look Ares, you're not Cupid...remember the last time you tried this? The city of Syphilis will never be the same. Besides, Iolaus doesn't want me. He's never even been with a man."

"Has Iphicles?" Ares asked innocently.

Herc shrugged. "I don't know...maybe. I don't talk to Iph about his sex life. How were you going to help me anyway?"

"Simple. You just seduce him, that's all. With blondie and his libido, it shouldn't be that difficult. Tell him you want to stay here one more night, and do it then."

Herc stared at his brother. "And you're going to tell me what to do before he gets back?"

"No...I'll be around telling you what to do. Iolaus won't see or hear me, but you, being a demigod, will." Ares grinned. "By the end of the night, little bro', Iolaus will be yours."

"If I don't make an ass out of myself, (with your help of course), I *will* help you with Iphicles. If he's interested at all, I'll find out. Then I'll let you know, and you two can take it from there." Herc put on his boots, and his shirt. "I promised I'd help in the building of some new...buildings. I'll see you back here at dusk...unless you chicken out."

"The God of War does *not* chicken out. He is, however, afraid of his mother." He looked around the room. "I'm gonna go hide in one of Hermes' temples for a while. She never goes in there...says they're disgusting." He vanished, and Herc took a deep breath.

"Okay Hercules...you tell Iolaus *he* does stupid things. Now look at what *you've* done. Yeah...you're going to make an ass out of yourself. Ares will gloat, and then, knowing you, you'll probably help him with Iphicles anyway." He sighed, and left the room.

~*~*~*~*~

Hercules got word to Iolaus that they were staying another night and he would meet him at the inn at dusk. As he walked back later in the day, he spotted Iolaus coming from the other end of town. He raced to the inn, beating Iolaus there, and ran up to the room. He opened the door, closing it behind him, and looked around. "Did you chicken out?" he asked the air.

"Not on your life!" Ares appeared before him. "Now don't forget...blondie can't see or hear me. So don't let him catch you talking to yourself."

"Now look Ares, maybe this wasn't...." Herc's voice was cut off by another.

"Talking to yourself Herc? Not a good thing." Iolaus was grinning, as he looked past Hercules. "Thanks Herc...I needed one of those."

Hercules turned to see a steamy bath in the middle of the room. He watched as Iolaus stripped off his clothing and climbed in, sighing as the water relaxed his aching muscles. "Well, go join him," Ares said. "Perfect opportunity. Some of my best seductions have happened in the tub...its how I got Xena the first time, you know." Herc turned, raising an eyebrow at him, but Ares just shrugged. "It never fails...trust me."

Herc started to divest himself of his clothes, then looked at Iolaus. "Mind if I join you buddy? I'm kind of sore myself."

Iolaus smiled at him, nodding, and Hercules was reading more into the smile then there was. He felt his face turning red, and Iolaus tilted his head, staring at the demigod. "Something the matter Herc?"

"Huh? Oh, no Iolaus." A look at Ares, who was motioning him to move. Hercules climbed into the tub, sitting opposite his partner. Ares moved so he was behind Iolaus, and he and Hercules could see each other. "So, Iolaus, it was hot today, wasn't it?"

"Oh yeah Herc. But I don't mind hot days. The women in this town, did you see what they wear on hot days? Next to nothing. The one with red hair...I been watching her since we got here. Did you notice when she...."

Herc interrupted him. "Yeah, I saw her. Say Iolaus, do you, I don't know, maybe want to take a walk later?"

"Good one bro'," Ares smiled.

"I guess," Iolaus answered. "But I wanna see the redhead first."

Herc looked at his brother, who shook his head. "Tell him you haven't seen him all day, and it would be nice to spend some time together."

'Iolaus," Herc said. "Its been a long day, and I thought maybe we could hang out...just me and you."

Iolaus shrugged. "I guess. What should we do?"

Herc looked at Ares, and Ares shrugged. "Fuck like rabbits."

Herc nodded. "Fu...." he caught himself, and glared at his brother, who giggled. Looking back at Iolaus, he smiled. "Have fun. I don't know what yet, but we'll think of something."

"Sounds good...Herc, could you get this knot out of my shoulder?" Oils turned and moved back, until he was almost in the demigod's lap. "It's been a little stiff for a while."

Hercules' mouth fell open, and he stared at the hunter's back. Then Ares' voice again, this time from behind him. "Well, don't just sit there like a moron. Massage his shoulder." Herc reached out and began to slowly rub Iolaus' shoulders. "Ask him if it feels good."

"Does it feel good Iolaus?" Herc's voice had gone up an octave, and this was not lost on Iolaus.

"Yeah, Herc, feels great." He moved his right arm a little. "Could you put a little more pressure on this arm? It's more stiff then the other." Iolaus shifted further back and his ass came into contact with Herc's cock. The demigod just stared down, unmoving. "Herc? You okay?"

"Oh yeah, I'm...." He didn't get a chance to finish. He suddenly found himself out of the tub, standing beside it, and Ares was behind Iolaus, rubbing his shoulder.

"Oh yeah Herc," Iolaus' voice had become a soft moan, and he leaned further back. "*That* is really nice." Ares' hand moved around to Iolaus' chest, and he tweaked a nipple. "HERC!" Hercules suddenly found himself back in the tub, facing a surprised Iolaus. "What was that?!"

"My hand slipped," Herc answered. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Iolaus answered. "Just be careful...I'm kind of sensitive there."

Hercules couldn't take it anymore. He could feel his cock begin to swell, and felt the heat rising in his cheeks, knowing he was about to start blushing furiously. He pushed Iolaus away. "I'm getting out. I'm hungry. How about if I buy dinner?"

Iolaus stood, and got out as well. "Okay Herc. I'm not going to argue with that." He grabbed a towel, and began to dry himself. A moment later, he felt a hand grabbing his ass. He turned, to see Herc standing there, staring at him. "Hercules?"

Hercules however, wasn't staring at him; he was staring at Ares, who had been the one who grabbed Iolaus. The demigod got dressed as fast as he could, and headed for the door. "Let's go eat." He took off down the hall, leaving a bemused Iolaus in the room.

'What's got into him?' Iolaus thought. 'Grabbing my ass? Touching my nipples? I wonder if he...nah...never happen. I think he needs a vacation...and he needs to get laid....' He finished getting dressed and went to join his partner.

Ares appeared the moment Iolaus left, and sat on the bed. "Now I wait and hope they get back here quick...the sooner they get back, the sooner they can fuck, and the sooner I can be with Iphicles. Then maybe Mom will work on getting a man for Eris and leave me be...."

~*~*~*~*~

Iolaus went into the dining room, and found his partner at a corner table. "Did you order anything?"

Herc nodded. "I ordered enough food for ten men...or one demigod and Iolaus of Thebes."

They sat, waiting for dinner, joking with each other, and both dove into their food when it arrived.

"We gotta get something to drink," Iolaus said.

"I got just the thing for you handsome."

Iolaus turned and saw the redhead. He turned to Hercules, mouthing, 'WOW!', and turned back. "Whatever you got, we'll drink." She nodded and went to the bar. He turned back to the demigod, and he frowned at Herc's look. Hercules, who had been enjoying his food a moment before, was now staring at his plate, and playing with his food. His frown got deeper as the demigod stood.

"I'm going to take a walk Iolaus. I hope you get lucky." Hercules gave him the money for dinner, and left.

Iolaus stared after him, feeling guilty. The look on Hercules' face had been one of rejection and hurt. Iolaus knew that look...he didn't see it often, and wondered what was causing Herc's sudden, sullen mood. When the redhead came with the drinks, he just smiled at her. "Here," he lay the money on the table. "Keep the change." He took off after the demigod.

"HERC! HEY HERC, WAIT UP!" Iolaus yelled, running after him.

The demigod turned. "Iolaus, you didn't get rejected already, did you? What did you say to her?"

"Nothing Herc. You just looked so down, I figured I better come after you. You wanted to walk tonight, so let's walk."

"Okay Iolaus. I'm sorry for being such a bore."

"You're not a bore Herc," Iolaus giggled. "You just like doing quieter stuff then me." They reached the edge of town, and Iolaus turned around heading back. "I'll race ya back old man! And I bet you can't catch me!" He shouted and took off.

"*Old man*!" Herc grinned and chased after him. Herc could have easily caught him, but he was enjoying this. It was like being kids again...being silly. Iolaus led him on a merry chase through the town, evading Hercules at every turn, but he finally gave up, and they went back to the inn. Out of breath, they took the same corner table, smiling at each other. A serving wench quickly brought the men two ales, and they sat, laughing at utter nonsense, just enjoying each other's company.

Iolaus, for the first time in thirty years, noticed that Hercules' eyes got a lighter shade of blue when he laughed, and, when Hercules lifted his mug to drink, he realized that Herc's biceps were a pure work of art...pure muscle, pure power. Yet he knew those arms could be gentle as well, as they had been on numerous occasions when Iolaus had been injured, and the demigod had taken care of him. He found himself staring at the demigod's lips, and had the strangest urge to pull his best friend's mouth to his own, and plunge his tongue deep within the demigod's throat. His eyes widened as he wondered where *that* thought came from.

Even though he had wanted Iolaus for many years, Herc suddenly noticed that Iolaus' hair was many different shades of blonde, and couldn't decide which one was the most beautiful...he finally decided that they were *all* beautiful, just like his best friend. He wanted to pull Iolaus to the floor, strip him naked, kiss him from head to toe, and fuck him and fuck him and fuck him...and then, when Iolaus was exhausted, and begging him to stop, he'd fuck him some more.

Unfortunately, before he could even consider *this* particular fantasy, (which was one among many), the serving wench was back.

This time, her red hair was loose around her shoulders instead of tied back, and her dress appeared to have more cleavage then it had before. She leaned down in front of Iolaus, and licked her lips. "You ready for your desert, handsome?" She practically purred, her face inches from his.

Iolaus knew what he was going to say. 'Oh yeah...your place or mine?' Except what came out was, "Just give us a flask, and we'll take it to our room."

Hercules blinked at his partner, slightly shocked that Iolaus would give up a night with a gorgeous woman to be with him.

For his part, Iolaus couldn't believe he had said it at all. He'd been lusting after her since they had arrived in town. And now, when he could have her, he was opting to go to his room with Hercules. Sure, Herc was his best friend, but to give up the redhead...he wondered if he were coming down with something.

Hercules did too. As the woman walked away to get the flask, he reached out to feel the hunter's forehead. "You feeling okay Iolaus?"

"I think so Herc," Iolaus answered. "I just thought that we should try to get one nights rest, that's all. I figure that tomorrow, at some point, while we're on the road, we'll be jumped by some bandits or something...might as well take the rest and relaxation while we can."

Hercules shrugged. "Okay, Iolaus. If you're sure."

"Yeah, Herc....I'm sure." Iolaus smiled at him, and, when the redhead brought the flask, he smiled at her too. She just sighed, and smiled back at him, giving him a wink. He rolled his eyes, taking the flask, and he and Herc headed upstairs.

Reaching the room, Hercules nearly didn't walk in. He knew Ares would still be there, and he was having second thoughts about trying to seduce Iolaus. But he followed the hunter in anyway.

He saw Ares sitting on the bed, grinning at him. "About time you got back bro'. I thought you changed your mind. Now, where were we? Oh yeah...I got an idea. All you have to do is get Iolaus naked."

"No," Herc said.

"No what?" Iolaus asked.

"Umm, no time like the present to rest and relax." Hercules shook his head at his brother. But Ares wasn't giving up so easily.

"I think a naked hunter is a fun idea," he said. He raised his hand, and Herc lunged at him, but Ares vanished, and Hercules found himself sprawled on the bed.

"Herc, you okay?" Iolaus was growing concerned. The demigod wasn't acting like himself.

"I'm fine Iolaus," he said. He saw Ares appear beside Iolaus, reaching for the hunter's ass, and he lunged again. Except this time, he ended up tackling Iolaus. The moment he was atop the hunter, he felt his pants growing tight, threw himself off Iolaus, and sat on the bed. "Iolaus, I need some rest."

"Yeah Herc, I think you do. But then again, I do too." Iolaus let his vest drop, and sat beside him, taking off his boots. He stood, and began to undo his belts, but Herc's hands stopped him. "*Now* what?"

"Iolaus..." he began, taking the hunter's hands into his own. "...I can't do this anymore. It's getting too much for me. Every day I look, and I fight the urges, but it's getting harder and harder."

"I don't understand," Iolaus said softly. "Herc, I'm worried about you. You've been acting *really* weird lately. You wanna talk about it?"

"No, Iolaus...I want to...." He caught Ares out of the corner of his eye, and sighed deeply. "*This* was a stupid idea...go bother your mother."

"Why would I want to do that?" Iolaus asked. "Anyway, she's in Britannia with Pandion...some kind of writer's convention...I think it's called 'Poet Con', or something like that. Gabrielle and Joxer went too."

"Not you Iolaus." Herc shook his head. "Ares. And don't ask, because I wouldn't know where to start...no, that's not true." His eyes looked into Iolaus'. "He offered to help me, and I said yes, but it was only because I didn't want my mother and Hera to set me up with a nice *girl*."

Iolaus stared at him. "Your *mother*, Alcmene, who's dead...and Hera, who's always wanted *you* dead...they want to set you up with a nice girl?" Herc nodded, and Iolaus started to rise. "Herc, the healer is just down the street...I'm gonna go...."

Hercules pulled him back. "No, Iolaus...I haven't hit my head...or lost my mind...at least not *yet*." He took a deep breath, and confessed all to his partner, half expecting Iolaus to punch him in the jaw. But all Iolaus did was continue to stare at him, only now, his mouth was open in slight shock.

Hercules groaned. "I told you Ares...I'd make an ass out of myself. So much for you knowing *all*! And if you think I'm going to help you with Iph, think again! I hope they set you up with Gabrielle...or Minya!" The demigod's hands were still entwined with the hunter's, and Herc was surprised to feel Iolaus' fingers playing with his. Then those fingers lacing with his, pushing him back on the bed, and Iolaus' body upon him. Iolaus' teeth nibbling on his ear..."Oh yesss." ...Then that sweet tenor voice....

"I've been waiting a lifetime for you...." Iolaus' lips upon Hercules' own, parting them, pushing his tongue in, both moaning as they tasted one another for the first time.

Hercules broke the kiss. "You mean you...." Another kiss. "I guess you do." He pushed Iolaus onto his side, facing him. "Iolaus, I love you." The words came easily. He'd said them before, but not like this. There was passion behind the voice, and Hercules' eyes got bluer as he stared into Iolaus'. "I love you so much."

"I know," Iolaus said, as he plundered Herc's mouth. By the time the kiss was broken, both men were panting. "I love you too."

Hercules looked at Ares. "Come back in the morning Ares...we'll go to Corinth."

"I'll be here." Ares appeared before them, and Iolaus smiled at him.

"Not too early War God," he said. "Herc's going to need some rest."

Neither heard the God whistling a happy tune as he poofed out.

"Now, where were we?" Iolaus asked.

"Here," Herc answered, pulling Iolaus into his arms. He held Iolaus for a while, unmoving, just enjoying the feeling. Then blue eyes looking into his, and that blazing smile, and Hercules melted, kissing his newfound lover hard. Breaking the kiss, he whispered, "Why did we wait so long Iolaus? The years we could have had." Another kiss, albeit a gentle one. "I love you...I'll say it a thousand times and shout it all the way to Olympus and beyond."

Another kiss, initiated by Iolaus, gentle and soft. "I love you too, Herc. But the time wasn't right." He stroked his fingers along the demigod's cheek. "If it had happened before...you wouldn't have had your family, and I wouldn't have had mine."

Hercules nodded. "But we're here *now*...together. I love you Iolaus."

"Then shut up and show me," the hunter giggled, pressing his lips upon Hercules'.

Hercules moved his hand into the hunter's curls, pulling Iolaus roughly to him, taking possession of his mouth. "Want you..." Hercules moved Iolaus onto his back, rolling over with him so as not to lose that luscious mouth. His hands on Iolaus' arms, stroking up and down, while he stole Iolaus' breath. Then the kiss was broken, and the hunter gasped for air, but Hercules was licking his neck now, leaving a purple bruise for all to see, and Iolaus began to moan. The demigod's mouth moved lower, continuing to caress Iolaus' arms, rubbing his shoulders on his upward movements. His mouth found a nipple and he sucked on it, feeling it harden beneath his touch. Moving to the other nipple, he did the same. An instinctive glance up at Iolaus, and their eyes met, and Hercules nearly burst out of his pants right then. The bright blue eyes he had *always* seen, were now dark, and they were giving him a salacious look.

Iolaus reached down, pulling at the demigod's shirt, and Herc sat up, pulling it off, and throwing it over his shoulder. Iolaus moaned, feeling the sudden tightness in his pants. "Love me Hercules...."

"I do love you Iolaus." He unlaced his boots as slow as he could, knowing what this must be doing to Iolaus. "I'll always love you." His boots were finally pulled off, and Herc stood, facing the hunter. He undid his belt, dropping it to the floor, and slowly undid his pants. He smiled, watching Iolaus' eyes watched his hands. He eased his pants from his body, and stood there in his breechclout. "You want to finish Iolaus? You seem to be a bit fidgety."

Iolaus moved to the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of the demigod. "I've never been with a man. *You* know I've never...."

Hercules reached out, taking Iolaus' chin in hand, and running his thumb lightly over his lips. "I know Iolaus...just relax." He took Iolaus' hands in his, and put them on his hips. "Do what you want...."

Iolaus looked into Hercules' eyes, and smiled at him, then moved his mouth to the demigod's abdomen, planting light kisses, while his hands slowly removed the breechclout. He pulled back as the clout joined the rest of Herc's clothes, staring at the cock that stood erect before him. He reached out to touch it, then pulled back, looking up at Herc again.

The demigod grinned at him. "It won't break, you know."

Iolaus reached out again, running his fingertips along the length, lightly caressing the head, moving down again, under Herc's cock, fingering his scrotum. A moan, and Iolaus realized it came from his own lips, and he took his other hand, using both to stroke the demigod's cock. Hercules moved a little closer, removing Iolaus' hands from his cock and putting them on his ass. One of his hands wound in Iolaus' hair, the other stroking himself, and he pulled Iolaus' mouth to his cock. The hunter tensed up as Herc placed the head at his lips, but Hercules whispered, "It's okay," and Iolaus relaxed, opening his mouth and snaking his tongue out, tasting the precum seeping from the slit.

Whether it was the taste of the precum, or the scent of the demigod, or the love he felt in his heart, he would never be able to figure out. But a moment later, his hands gripped the demigod's ass hard, and he pulled Herc's cock deep into his throat. Hercules' eyes widened...he'd never been taken like this before. His hands tightened in Iolaus' hair, and he tried to pull out, wanting to thrust back in, and take the hunter's mouth. But Iolaus wouldn't let him; the hunter was holding him deeply, and sucking hard. His hands moved down the hunter's back, grabbing Iolaus' ass, trapped beneath his leathers. He reached around, undoing Iolaus' belts, unlacing his pants, and pulling them down so he could caress the hunter's cheeks.

Iolaus moaned at the touch, the vibration nearly sending Hercules over the edge. The demigod wasn't ready yet, and bit his lip, holding back his orgasm for now. Instead, Hercules took one hand and brought it to his mouth, his tongue wetting his fingers. He caressed Iolaus' cheeks, and slowly eased a finger into Iolaus' tightness. The hunter pulled away by instinct, but Hercules' hand was back in his hair, pushing his mouth back, whispering, "Relax Iolaus...you are going to feel pleasure you've never known." Feeling Iolaus relax again, Herc's nails raked down the hunter's back, to his ass again, and Iolaus began to graze his teeth along the demigod's shaft. Hercules pushed a second finger in, whispering, "So nice...." followed by a moan, as Iolaus sucked him slow and deep again. He pushed deeper into Iolaus, searching for that one special spot, knowing he had found it when he heard, and felt, Iolaus moan. He hit that spot over and over, moving his hand to Iolaus' hair again, lifting the hunter's head up and down his cock.

Iolaus' hands weren't remaining idle; he hadn't been sure what to do with his hands other then grip the demigod's ass. Now he knew. He teased the demigod's anus, stroking a finger along the crack, then pushed in, while his mouth fed on the demigod's cock. Then another finger, and he matched Herc's movements. His fingers stroked deeper, while his free hand moved to caress Herc's balls. Hercules moved his mouth up his cock, and Iolaus let his teeth graze the head, and he shoved his fingers as deep as they would go. Hercules screamed, "SWEET IOLAUS!" and both his hands were now tight in Iolaus' hair, pushing the hunter's head down, as he thrust deep into his lover's throat. The demigod came with a rush of fury, feeling a completion he had never experienced, pumping his cock into Iolaus' mouth, watching Iolaus drink him. He was flaccid before Iolaus let go of him, and the hunter moved back onto the bed, licking the cum from his lips, leering at the demigod.

Hercules crawled onto the bed, removing Iolaus' pants, kneeling between his legs. The demigod was stroking himself, and he was getting hard again, his eyes never leaving Iolaus'.

"Hercules...." Iolaus' soft voice.

Hercules looked deep into Iolaus' eyes, his hands stroking up Iolaus' inner thighs. "Yes, my love?"

"Make love to me...OHHHH...." A loud moan, as he felt the demigod's tongue on his cock, licking the length.

"You liked that, I take it," Herc whispered.

"Oh yeah," Iolaus answered. "It feels so...BY THE GODS!"

The demigod's mouth covered the hunter's cock, his hands finding purchase on Iolaus' ass, pulling Iolaus closer to him. He gripped the taut ass, holding it tight, returning the pleasure Iolaus had given him. Then, his mouth gone, and his fingers stroking gently. Bringing them to the head, he gathered some of the precum on his fingers and brought his hand to Iolaus' mouth. The hunter sucked them in, tasting himself, the most arousing feeling he had ever had. Hercules' mouth returned to the cock wanting him, and he sucked Iolaus hard, then moved back, his hand stroking just as hard.

"Give to me, Iolaus...." His strokes were faster, his grip tightened, and the hunter arched his body, and exploded in Herc's hand, cum all over the two of them.

Iolaus collapsed, his breathing labored. He watched as Herc spread his cum over his own cock, felt the fingers inside of him again, pushing deeper, searching, and finally finding what they were looking for. Another loud moan from Iolaus, and Herc hit the spot again and again, giving Iolaus just what he had promised...pleasure the hunter had never known. Just as Iolaus felt that he would explode again, the fingers were gone, and he felt the hard cock at his tightness. His eyes met the demigod's, who smiled at him.

"Relax love...take a breath and let it out." The hunter did as he was told and Hercules began to enter him. Immediately, Iolaus tensed up, and tried to move away. "I won't hurt you." Herc knew that wasn't completely true, knew that Iolaus would feel some pain, but he also knew that once the pain was past, the hunter would be in ecstasy...at least Herc hoped so. He pushed in a bit more, and Iolaus froze, tears coming to his eyes.

"It hurts Herc...I can't...."

"Relax Iolaus...I love you." Hercules' words were whispered, his eyes not leaving Iolaus', and he eased his cock further in, finally sheathed completely within Iolaus. He stilled, taking Iolaus' cock in his hand, stroking gently, slowly moving within. He pulled out a bit, then pushed back in, still moving slowly, not wanting to give Iolaus unnecessary pain. His movements became a little faster, and his strokes harder, and Iolaus began to move with him, matching Herc's movements little by little, until they were both moving like animals in heat. Hercules finally let himself go, fucking Iolaus deeper, hitting Iolaus' prostate over and over, watching all the emotions over Iolaus' face.

Love, lust, pain, pleasure...every one was showing on the hunter's face...and Hercules was lost...lost to what he saw...lost to everything but the pleasure he wanted to give, and was giving, to Iolaus.

His hand on Iolaus' cock, stroking with his movements, the hunter's expression becoming one of pure pleasure. Then stars in front of his eyes as he had the most intense orgasm imaginable...Iolaus' cum over his hand, his seed filling Iolaus, his shout shaking the very walls of the inn. Gentling himself from Iolaus, he pulled the hunter into his arms, holding him close, kissing him everywhere he could reach.

"Iolaus," he whispered. "Oh Gods Iolaus...I love you."

"I know Herc," Iolaus whispered back. "I love you too." His eyes were full of that love as well, and he grinned as he looked at the demigod's cock, which was growing hard again. "Can we do it again?"

"Again and again and again...."

Iolaus felt the hand on his cock, and arched into it..."Oh yesss Hercules...again...."

Dawn came, and neither demigod nor hunter had gotten any sleep...but they couldn't have cared less. Both were exhausted, and they were finally getting ready to get some much needed rest, when Ares popped in.

"Are we done yet?" He sneered. "Can we go to Corinth now?"

Herc grinned at his brother. "He likes chocolate covered cherries, horseback riding, the writings of Homer, and, for some strange and inexplicable reason, Falafel's cooking. Now go away Ares...come back some other time."

The War God stared at him. "This better work little brother, or I'm going to...."

"It will Ares...now *please*...go away."

Ares vanished and Iolaus couldn't help giggling. "He doesn't know that Iph's got a hard-on for him, does he?"

"Nope." Herc giggled also. "But I'm awake again...and I have a hard-on for *you*."

The hunter lay back, and enjoyed the pleasure that the demigod gave him.

~*~*~*~*~

Meanwhile, in the Elysian Fields, the two women were having tea.

"It's about time they got it together," Alcmene said. "I've been waiting for them to find each other for a long, long time."

"I concur." Hera nodded in agreement. "And now Ares will have someone too. Iphicles should be able to keep him out of trouble...for a while, at least."

Alcmene smiled. "Now, about Eris...."

THE END

Authors Note: About the title...it's Medieval Latin--and the translation--roughly:
'Literally, while the crime is blazing...in the very act of committing a misdeed...in the midst of sexual activity....'