Warlord Daze

The following is a bit of alternative fiction based on certain characters from the Xenaverse. It is not meant to infringe on anyone else's rights. If you don't agree or disapprove, please go read something else.

Xex Alert: Oh Boy Is There. .This is a Prurient Piece with a Bit of Kink (If you hear the crack of the whip then you'll be in the neighborhood) Proceed at your own risk. :)

Guy Xex ahead!!

Iolaus stood by the open tent flap, looking moodily at the point of the mountain that loomed above the top of the tent. Every day, it seemed, Olympus was a little closer, a little larger in their sight. Xena was driving them back with complete determination. He shuddered a little. She was planning something, all right, but what? Was it safe to trust that Xena would win out, send not-Hercules back to his own place, bring back the real Hercules? Or if Xena won, would Iolaus find himself out of the frying pan, into a hotter fire? After seeing Xena at the confab, seeing the way she treated Gabrielle and the way the once proud Amazon obeyed, Iolaus just wasn't so sure.

What if the reformed Xena really was gone, as the rumors said? What if the entire world was now in thrall to these, the most powerful and dark-hearted two half-mortals alive? The memory of a world ruled by the Warlord Xena was too fresh in Iolaus' mind. He shuddered to think of either of them winning out. For the dozenth time he wondered how he could get to Xena. Maybe if he killed her....

"Plotting my demise?" asked a silky voice from behind him. Iolaus shivered again, this time with desire and disgust. The Sovereign moved up behind him, as always, too close. The heat of his hard muscled not-Hercules body made Iolaus sweat.

"Just checking our defenses," the small blond muttered, moving out of the other man's space. And, not incidentally, out of his reach.

"That's what you always say!" the dark Hercules groaned theatrically, rolling his eyes. "Our defenses are impenetrable! Come inside."

In the fading light of dusk, Iolaus considered refusing, but the words hadn't been a request. They were an order, and like so many times before, he obeyed. He cursed his swelling cock as he moved past the big man filling the doorway, and inside.

Not-Hercules kept his tent sumptuously furnished, fit for a king... the king he planned to be. The finery depressed Iolaus. It was like a palatial prison for him. If he ever wanted his friend -- *his* Hercules -- back, he dared not leave. The Sovereign had made that excruciatingly clear.

Iolaus winced as he remembered how gullible he had been. It had taken him far too long to realize that this man was not his friend. And he had just been so damned excited that Hercules finally wanted ... He closed his eyes and groaned softly in self-disgust.

The Sovereign had come up behind him again, and belatedly Iolaus realized he was staring at the bed. Now the other man was pressing against him and his cruel hand reached for the bulge at Iolaus' crotch. He pulled away, trying to ignore the tingling.

"Oh, it's one of *those* nights," the warlord sighed, rolling his eyes again. "You wanna play hard to get? Fine." The beard made his smirk all the more sinister. "The more we play, the harder you get. Get it?" He laughed loudly at his own joke.

"Doesn't it bother you that you're not the one I want?" Iolaus asked him bitterly, hopelessly. "You know that I know that you're not him. What's the point of this?"

The other man watched him, cocking his head with a bemused expression, his forehead creasing. "Who cares what you want?" he asked with honest puzzlement. He strode forward and undid the clasp on Iolaus's trousers, sliding his rough hands inside to squeeze the smaller man's buttocks. "What's his is mine. You're his. Now you're mine." He shoved the fabric down until it pooled at their feet, and then with his breathtaking strength he lifted Iolaus off his feet and threw him, not gently, onto the bed. He was as strong and as fast as his heroic double, and he had his own pants off and was kneeling over Iolaus before the blond had regained his equilibrium.

Iolaus's cock, in spite of his head, was rock-hard and throbbing, and the Sovereign moved, rubbing his own shaft against it, crouching over Iolaus like a panther about to sink its teeth into its victim's jugular. But the Sovereign was not big on kissing, and instead he ducked his head and bit sharply at a nipple. Iolaus yelped, his ass rose instinctively off the bed, and the warlord was nudging his legs apart and pulling Iolaus's ankles over his own shoulders. Iolaus moaned throatily, but he didn't even know any more whether he was protesting or encouraging. He closed his eyes as the warmth invaded, pressing harshly into his unlubricated flesh. He tried desperately to convince himself that the only enjoyment he got from this was from pretending it was Hercules.

But he knew it was a lie.

He thrilled to the power of the dark Hercules; the carnal evil of the man flushed Iolaus with unreasoning desire. Even as the Sovereign was fucking him, now, it occurred to Iolaus suddenly to wonder whether that was what kept Gabrielle in thrall too....

The thought startled him so that he opened his eyes, and his vision was filled suddenly with Hercules's ... or someone else's ... glittering green eyes. The Sovereign glared down at him.

"Pay attention when I'm fucking you, fool!" he ordered menacingly, and Iolaus's eyes widened as his not-friend gave another fierce thrust, shaking the entire bed. The dark warlord grabbed Iolaus by the wrists and held them down, still glaring as he increased the tempo until Iolaus writhed and screamed in pain and pleasure. And he knew it was the pain in his voice that excited the Sovereign beyond endurance; even as he felt the other man's hot semen filling him, Iolaus was still denying the pleasure that coursed through his body. He looked at the ceiling rather than acknowledge his own seed stickily covering both their bellies.

In an instant the Sovereign had pulled out and stood up. "Out," he said imperiously, not looking at Iolaus. He was always like this, after.

Iolaus crawled shakily to the edge of the bed and tumbled off, coming to his knees before his lover/tormentor. Wrapping strong arms around the other man's thighs, he took the Sovereign's powerful cock in his mouth, tasting the saltiness already on it. It twitched and hardened between his lips. He sucked greedily, waiting for a blow from above.

It didn't come. The Sovereign threw back his head, pushing his cruel fingers into Iolaus's hair, grunting with pleasure. Iolaus gave himself over to the task. It was the closest he was going to get to a victory, unless Xena came through.

Yes, it is unsafe sex. This is a fantasy.

When Joan asked me if she could write in my Xenaverse, I was like, "Oh sure, go ahead." (You know how I am. . .as long as I get credit. .) She was just planning on it being for herself, but I, being nosy, said, "Share!!" And she most generously did. I was planning on putting the storybit separately, but it fit so perfectly that now it's 73. *shiver* Doesn't she do Bad Herc. .BAD. MMmmm. .

Anyhow, hope you enjoyed it, because I most certainly did.

Here's a strike for world piece. ..Do you think, that if guys knew what a definite turn on samexex was, they'd be less phobic? There's just something about two guys going at it that. . .mmm well. .anyhow, I guess if you've read this far, you're not the audience I should be worrying about. But I wonder sometimes, if women were more vocal about that. . .if some things wouldn't change. .

(and I don't mean that every guy should do it. Certainly, everyone has their preferences. . I just wonder if it wouldn't take some of the. . stress . .off. *evil grin*

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