Hi Everyone, Here is part 3 of the Missing Scenes from my story Overheard Conversations. (Sheesh, say that 3 times fast. ) I hadn't realized it hadn't been posted yet.

The first 2 parts can be found here: http://www.squidge.org/~peja/cgi-bin/viewuser.php?uid=358

Fic: Overheard Conversations, Missing Scenes, 3/3
Author: Kerensa
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Rating: FRO
Pairing: Ares/Joxer, Cupid/Strife, Hercules/Iolaus
Fandom: Hercules
Warnings and Spoilers: MPREG and spoilers for my story Overheard Conversations Disclaimers: I don't own these characters, I'm just borrowing them for a little while.

Long, *long*, cold baths weren’t cutting it anymore. Neither was fighting in every battle he could find. ‘Tartarus, even the image of Hercules and Gabrielle has lost it’s unappeal,’ Ares realized.

That thought alone was enough to scare the war god. He looked at the doorway desperately, waiting impatiently for Asclepius to come out and give him the news; good or otherwise.

It had been two months, *two months!* since Joxer had given birth to Tempra. Joxer had been ill for most of that time. Not desperately ill, at least not all of the time, but sick enough that sex was out of the question. Even before the birth, sex hadn’t been an issue for a couple of months; it just wasn’t very logistically possible.

That didn’t mean that Ares and Joxer hadn’t kissed and touched and loved on each other. It just meant that they hadn’t been able to be fully, sexually a couple in quite a while and it was telling on both men. Ares had been even more short tempered than ever before and Joxer had been a bundle of nervous energy, despite how calm he seemed when he was around Strife.

Ares had to admit that punishing Tryst for what he had done to Strife had occupied a lot of his time; that and trying to keep Cupid at least marginally sane. The war god sighed and leaned against the temple wall as he thought about his son; sons, actually.

Strife’s extremely hard pregnancy and ever increasing pain had taken a heavy toll on everybody. Ares couldn’t count the number of times that Cupid had needed to go blast something in frustration; it was either that or start screaming and never stop.

Ares had watched helplessly as one son cried from the pain and the other one cried from not being able to help his husband. Don’t be confused about the two sons comment though, Cupid was Ares’ son and Strife was technically Ares’ nephew, but the God of War thought of Strife as his son. He had raised the mischief god from when he was a small godling, after all. Ares hadn’t even been able to be around Cupid *that* much, not with the blond god living with his mother in the House of Love.

But things were better now. Tryst was still being punished, in some truly inventive ways, and was finally paying for his crimes. Strife had been *helped* by the people that cared for him and he wasn’t suffering *quite* as badly. Cupid was…well, still very tense and had to blast things quite a bit.

Ares winced as a sharp stab of pain shot from one side of his ribs to the other. ‘Damn. I hope Strife’s okay,’ Ares thought. He concentrated for a moment, but didn’t hear any panicked cries for help from Cupid, so he figured it was just more of the same old, same old; more of Strife’s ever present pain.

The door opened and Asclepius stuck his head out. “You can come on in…” Ace paused as Ares raced by him, “…now.” Ares ignored the grin on his nephew’s face and focused instead on Joxer, who was standing by the bed, smoothing his shirt down. The bed was slightly rumpled where the younger god had been lying while Ace examined him.

“Well?” The war god asked impatiently. Not that he was ever Lord Patience, but now with his cock about to punch its way out of his leathers, the war god had the self control of a rampaging hydra.

“I’m okay now, Ari.” Joxer smiled brightly, his brown eyes twinkling mischievously. “Allllll better.” The younger god ran one hand down the front of his shirt, down the front of his pants and left it there, in an uncharacteristically wanton display.

Ares swallowed hard and let his eyes roam up and down his husband’s lean body. He jerked in surprise when Asclepius cleared his throat; Ares had been concentrating so intensely on his lover that he had forgotten that the healing god was still there.

“There is no sign of infection. Joxer is healthy as a god can be.” Ace smiled at the twitching God of War. “Have fun now.” He waved goodbye and left in an interesting orange flash.

Ares turned back to his husband. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He wanted to be doubly certain. Ares was about to explode with sexual frustration, but he wouldn’t risk hurting his beloved for anything.

“I’m sure Ares.” Joxer ducked his head and blushed slightly, his earlier seductive moves forgotten as his natural shyness took over. He played with the corner of the covering on their bed nervously. “I don’t hurt anywhere or even ache. I…” Joxer stilled as Ares started forward. He swallowed hard and continued, “I’m great now.”

Ares walked over to his husband and reached down to cup a pale cheek. The war god’s large, tanned hand all but covered that side of Joxer’s face. “Yes, you are, Angel, yes you are.” Ares’ voice was low and hoarse with barely suppressed emotion.

“Come with me.” Ares took hold of his husband’s hand and pulled him towards the door.

“Ares?” Joxer blinked in astonishment and looked longingly back at their rumpled bed.

“Trust me, Angel.” Ares kissed Joxer tenderly.

“Always.” Joxer smiled trustingly at Ares and the war god felt his heart clench at the sweet expression.

Ares led Joxer down the hallway to one of the many other bedrooms that littered the temple. It was one that the God of War had prepared ahead of time, just in case that Ace said Joxer was okay.

“Close your eyes.” Joxer frowned a little, but obediently closed his eyes, just like Ares knew he would. The god led his husband into the room and shut the door. “You can open them now.”

The look on Joxer’s face when he saw the decorations made the waiting all worthwhile. The room was softly lit from the glow of the fireplace; reflections of the flames danced along the walls in interesting patterns. A large bed was covered in soft, thick blankets…and rose petals. There were several bowls and plates covered with food in case they got hungry.

Joxer turned to look at Ares and the bigger god saw tears of gratitude and love in his eyes. Ares pulled his husband close and reached out with one hand to caress Joxer’s soft cheek, fighting down the need that was making his pants so tight.

“Ares,” Joxer breathed out softly, rubbing his face against his husband’s open palm, his eyes closed. Joxer’s eyes popped open and Ares could see how aroused the younger god was. “Ares!” Joxer cried out as he grabbed a double handful of Ares’ vest and yanked him close.

The war god was astonished when his normally shy lover became so aggressive. Joxer let go of Ares’ vest and wrapped his long arms around his husband. Slender fingers grabbed at Ares’ back desperately, pulling him even closer.

Ares frowned at the desperation in Joxer’s kisses and clutches; Joxer was normally a tentative lover, letting Ares take the lead. ‘I guess he’s even needier than I am.’ Joxer whimpered and rubbed himself against Ares’ hip. The hardness inside Joxer’s loose clothes had already made a damp patch against the thin cotton pants.

Joxer’s obvious need helped settle Ares down a little. He would take care of his husband’s desires first. Ares ran a soothing hand down Joxer’s back. “Calm down Angel, we have all night. One of your acolytes is watching Tempra for us, so we can take as long as we need.”

“I know, I know. I’ve just fed Tempra, so we have several hours yet.” Joxer licked and kissed along Ares’ jaw frantically. “I just need you so much.”

Ares realized that Joxer’s want was due as much to the fear and worry about what was happening with Strife, as it did with lust. Fear about his friend and the two babies he was carrying wore on the sensitive young god.

Pushing Joxer gently back onto the bed caused a moment of panic to appear in Joxer’s eyes, because there had been so many times lately that Joxer had started feeling bad and they had to quit. Ares eased down beside his husband on the bed, showing that their lovemaking wouldn’t be stopped tonight.

Joxer kept kissing him wildly. Ares began to untie the front of Joxer’s shirt, doing it the mortal way to prolong the moment. He realized that Joxer wasn’t interested in slow right now though when his husband whimpered against Ares’ mouth.

Ares unlaced the front of Joxer’s pants one handed, the other hand was wound in Joxer’s soft brown hair, holding him tight. A nice bulge greeted his questing hand and Joxer arched up at the contact. Joxer gasped and cried out when Ares pulled his member from the confining pants.

“Please, oh please, Ares.” There were tears in the corners of Joxer’s eyes as begged.

Ares began to stroke the beautiful length up and down, looking his husband in the eye the whole time. Joxer didn’t look away, even as his hips jerked and sought more contact with the tight, warm grip.

It was all over in a matter of minutes. Joxer yelled out Ares’ name as he came all over his and Ares’ clothes. Lying there limply, satisfied for the moment, Joxer closed his eyes tightly. Ares ran a now clean finger across the wet eyelashes.

“I’m sorry,” Joxer said quietly.

“Don’t be, that was beautiful.”

“B-but,” Joxer’s lips trembled as he tried not to cry. “But it’s over now.”

Ares licked a long, wet swipe up the side of Joxer’s face, flicking off a few rose petals that had gotten stuck to Joxer’s damp skin. He grinned when Joxer’s eyes flew open with a gasp. “Angel,” Ares growled out the endearment, making Joxer shiver. “We’ve only begun.” He slid a hand inside Joxer’s partially open shirt and ran the rough edge of his thumb over a temptingly soft nipple. It tightened in appreciation and Ares was rewarded with another, deeper groan from his husband.

Joxer arched his back as Ares’ hand roamed around his stomach, making his skin tingle. He reached out to remove Ares’ leather vest, but the older god caught his wrists and kissed the palms of either hand, stopping his actions. “No, Angel, not yet. This time is to make you happy.”

He frowned slightly. “Seeing you naked *will* make me happy.”

Ares smiled as flashed his clothes away. “Whatever you want.”

Joxer reached out with his freed hands and cupped his husband’s face. “Touching you is something that I want to do too.”

“Whatever you want,” Ares repeated with a grin. Joxer smiled back and happily began to explore his big husband with his hands.

Ares decided to forget taking off Joxer’s clothes the mortal way; he wanted to see more of Joxer…right Now! The rest of Joxer’s clothes melted away like they had never been there and Ares groaned at the sight of his husband’s slender body.

Pale skin was stretched across bones and slight, but well-defined, muscles. Buff colored nipples were meeting his gaze proudly. They were slightly bigger than before he had the baby, because Joxer was producing milk to feed their daughter, but just enough bigger to tantalize. Ares gave a cautious lick to one enticing numb. Joxer arched off the bed and gave a whimper. The war god grinned, that was a happy whimper, not one of pain. So…he did it again.

“Oh gods, Ares!”

“You like that, Angel?”

The tugging on Ares’ head was his answer. Joxer pulled on the dark, curly hair, aiming it for the neglected side of his chest. Ares went willingly, even as his mind tried to think of a way to make this night special.

He reached over to one of the bowls on the table. Joxer shivered and watched as Ares picked up a plump strawberry and ran it across his own lips. The former mortal moaned as Ares ran the ripe, red fruit across his lips, staining them with its juices. Ares leaned down and let Joxer lick the juice off his lips. Then the war god ran the fruit over Joxer’s lips, before pushing the fruit into his mouth. Ares captured his husband’s mouth in a lingering kiss, one that shared the taste of the sweet fruit.

A goblet appeared on the table by the bed. The sparkles accompanying it caught Joxer’s attention when he saw them out of the corner of his eye. “Are you thirsty?” Joxer asked in a breathless voice.

“Yes.” Ares picked up the golden cup. “…and I know just how I want to drink.” Ares tilted the goblet and let a little of the red wine dribble onto Joxer’s chest. The younger god gasped at the cool, but not cold, drink.

“It’s going to be hard to drink it that way.”

Ares’ eyes flashed darkly as he let go of the goblet; it floated back to the table with a minimum of magical force. “Do you think so? Well, I’ll just have to get my drink another way.” Ares stayed leaning against one elbow and slowly licked the wine off of Joxer’s body.

Joxer moaned and whimpered as Ares made sure every bit of the wine was lapped up. He even turned his husband onto his side to follow the thin line of drink that had run along the edge of his ribs.

The wine goblet floated back and Ares poured another splash of the fruity drink on Joxer’s stomach. Joxer gasped and arched his back at the raspy feeling of Ares’ tongue on his belly button. The younger deity automatically tried to spread his legs wider. Ares raised up to let his husband rearrange himself and them settled down more firmly in between the widespread legs and onto the quivering flesh between them.

Ares poured a small amount of wine directly into Joxer’s navel and then used the tip of his tongue to lick out a tiny amount at a time. Joxer was practically hyperventilating by the time Ares was finished.

The older god didn’t want Joxer to come a second time, at least, not until they had been able to *completely* make love. A vial of oil appeared on the table, displacing one of the platters.

Ares slid back up Joxer’s body, taking care to rub provocatively along his husband’s arousal. Pulling Joxer’s head into position for a kiss, Ares slid another between their bodies and began to prepare his lover.

Joxer hissed at the intrusion into his body. Ares knew he needed to go slow; it had been so long that Joxer would be very tight inside. The war god could tell when it was no longer uncomfortable for his husband and he added more oil to his fingers and replaced the one with two.

Joxer arched his back and cried out when Ares rubbed against the small bump inside his body. Ares took advantage of the offering and kissed along the exposed neck. He licked and then sucked on Joxer’s Adams apple. Three fingers soon replaced the two and Joxer was desperately rocking against the invading digits.

“Ares…please.”

Ares didn’t need any more convincing. He quickly coated himself and raised Joxer’s legs up, hooking his slender knees over Ares’ shoulders. The God of War looked into his husband’s widely dilated eyes and slid himself inside.

“Unghhhh,” Joxer cried out. Ares couldn’t have agreed more. He began to rock against Joxer and the younger god pushed back as best he could considering the awkward position he was in.

“Oh! Oh, Ares.”

Ares smiled happily as Joxer’s slender form writhed underneath him. Joxer’s long fingers were digging into the rose petals. The combination of the scent from the flowers and Joxer’s own arousal was a heady permutation. Ares pounded into his husband’s body and took hold of the leaking member and began to pump.

Joxer quickly climaxed, screaming, “I love you, Ari.”

Ares immediately followed, overcome by the sight of his love climaxing and his body clenching around Ares’ own body. The two men collapsed in exhaustion. Ares managed to stay up long enough to carefully pull out of Joxer and lower his husband’s legs back onto the bed.

With a thought, Ares cleaned them up. He pulled Joxer into a warm embrace and covered them with one of the colorful blankets that he had placed on the bed. Ares smiled when he saw that Joxer was already asleep.

‘Joxer may be better, but he’ll still be tired for a little while,’ Ares thought to himself. ‘I’ll be sure and do as much of the taking care of Tempra as I can.’ Ares grinned at his sleeping husband. ‘As much as Joxer will let me that is.’

Joxer twitched a little in the bed and frowned slightly. ‘He may be sore tomorrow, after all, it has been quite a while since that *area* has been exercised.’ Ares ran a hand down Joxer’s back and rubbed against the pale behind. ‘I’ll just have to give him a good massage in the morning.’

With that thought in mind, Ares slid into sleep. The two lovers slept, content and happy, until it was time to feed Tempra again.