The sun disappeared.

Joxer yelped in terror.  Raising his arms above his head, he fought off the giant bird that loomed over him, blocking the light.  With his eyes closed for protection, he flailed at the attacking creature.

"Ouch!  What the hell are you doing?  Are you out of your mind?"

Cautiously, he opened one eye.  The big bird lay on the ground at his feet.  Only it wasn't a bird.  It was Cupid.  "Oops," Joxer said.  "Sorry.  I thought you were some monster that Ares sent to peck out my eyes."

The god picked himself off the forest floor, brushing pine needles from his wings.  "Why would Ares wanna hurt you?"

"I kinda broke his favorite earring," Joxer confessed.  "You know--the one shaped like a dagger."  He reached out to smooth Cupid's ruffled feathers.

"Hey, watch out!  That hurts!  These things are sensitive!"  The winged god pouted until Joxer backed off.  "So how'd you break the earring?"

The not-so-mighty warrior giggled, his pale cheeks flushing.  "Uh...You don't wanna know.  It's too embarrassing."

"Tell me.  It's the least you can do while I recover from your attack.  Just make the story interesting."   Cupid allowed the contrite mortal to lead him to a fallen tree, where they sat side by side.

Joxer kicked at a patch of moss with the toe of his boot.  "I can't tell.  Ares made me promise."

"Hold on a second.  I can't take you seriously with that ridiculous hat on."  Cupid reached over and pulled off the offending helmet.  "That's better," he said, tossing it onto the grass beside him.  "Now what's this about a promise to Ares?  You don't have to worry; he and I almost never talk.  He kinda scares me."

"Me too!"  Joxer laughed in relief.  "He can be pretty intimidating sometimes, especially when he's horn--uh, I mean, when he's angry."

Cupid's eyes widened.  "You and Ares--you're not doing the nasty?!?  That's too...weird."  He turned to the man beside him with renewed interest. "What's he like in bed?" he asked conspiratorially.  "I see bondage, hot wax, whips--am I right?"

Joxer blushed more furiously.  "Well, he's kinda rough, sometimes.  Like he doesn't care about my feelings."

As the mortal stared down at his hands, Cupid felt a twinge of pity.  He could imagine how rough Ares could be.  He HAD imagined how rough Ares could be, in his own private moments.  Yum.   His wings rustled at the thought.

"...what's it's like with someone who doesn't order me around," Joxer was saying.  "For once, I'd like to be in charge," he added wistfully.

Cupid's own fantasies about submission, combined with the not unpleasant sensation of Joxer's thigh pressing against his own leather-clad leg, gave him an idea.  "Let's play a game," he suggested.

"A game?" Joxer repeated, perking up.  "I like games."

"Ok, how's this: you pretend your Ares, and I'll pretend I'm you."  His cock hardened even as he spoke.

"Where?  You mean here?  In the forest?"  Joxer asked, looking around uncertainly.

"Sure," Cupid replied.  He waved his hand, and a large, canopied bed appeared.  "Let's try it out.  We can always stop if it doesn't work."

They both rose, and advanced slowly toward the bed.  Parting the heavy red damask curtain, Cupid climbed in, Joxer following.

"This is kinda interesting," the mortal observed, bouncing on the soft mattress.  "Ares has a bed like this.  If he were here, he'd be ordering me to take my clothes off."

"You want me to take my clothes off?  I know a command when I hear one," Cupid said, knowing the man needed a little push.

Joxer looked surprised, then pleased, as the god carefully tugged off his vest, then his pants.  His eyes widened when he saw Cupid's cock.  "Oh, it's pretty!" he said.  "Ares' cock  scares me. It's so big, buried in black hair.  Yours looks nicer, friendlier--almost like it's smiling."  Joxer dragged his eyes back up to the god's face.  He realized that Cupid was waiting for an order.

"Take my clothes off.  Now!!!"

The way the god scrambled to obey excited Joxer.  Ares would've smacked him if he'd dared to speak like that.  But Cupid seemed to like it, if his thickening cock was any indication.

Joxer enjoyed the sensation of the god's hands on his body, as they carefully peeled off his armor, then his shirt, and finally his pants, like he was a delicious piece of fruit.  Ares would've torn off his clothes, not caring if he inflicted pain.

The man leaned back against the headboard, while Cupid sat expectantly between his legs, like a large, winged puppy.  "Ok, what now? What do you want me to do?"

"It would be nice if you sucked my nipples," Joxer offered weakly.  Then, at Cupid's pointed glance, more forcefully:  "Suck my nipples!!"

Cupid jumped into action, lowering his blond head to take the man's left nipple in his mouth.   It tightened between his lips even more when he flicked his tongue across the  knotted surface.

Joxer stroked the god's soft golden hair.  "Now the other one!  Wash it with your tongue!"

The hot mouth descended on his right nipple, while Cupid's hands slid around Joxer's waist, lightly stroking his back.  Joxer felt his cock growing even stiffer, and he let his own hands roam, carefully this time, over the god's dazzling white wings.  He wondered what the delicate feathers would feel like against his cock.  Before he found out, though, he had one or two things he wanted to try first.  Ares never bothered with foreplay--his cock was in before he even said hello.

"Ok, now I want to feel your lips clamped around my cock!"  Joxer grabbed Cupid's head and lowered it between his legs, just like Ares did to him, but less violently.  And just like Joxer always did to the war god, Cupid began to suck him eagerly, slurping his cock as though it were a juicy pomegranate.

Joxer moaned as he thrust back and forth between the god's soft lips.  That tongue! So sweet, as it lapped at the swollen head of his cock, drinking the drops of liquid that formed at the tip.  Ares never did this to him.  It was always, "Suck my cock, Joxer.  Bend over Joxer.  Shut up, Joxer."  Cupid was different: caring, giving.  As his body began to shake with the orgasm welling in him, he pushed Cupid back.  "I need some rope," he said thoughtfully.  "Ares likes to tie me up."

Before he could blink, two black silk scarves appeared in his hand.  He let the delicate fabric trail over his cock, then, mock-aggressively, announced his intentions:  "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you hard!"

The god nodded vigorously, quickly gluing himself to the headboard.  Joxer  fastened each wrist to a bedpost, careful not to hit the shining wings jutting from Cupid's back.  When he was secured to the bed, Joxer knelt behind the young god.  He slowly leaned forward, allowing his throbbing cock to brush the smooth feathers.  They felt like a thousand tiny fingers trailing across his skin, and he gasped.  He repeated the action, feeling a heat spread through his body, as the velvety plumage fluttered against him.

Then he barked another command.  "Lubricant!"

A small glass bottle materialized in his hand.  He pulled out the stopper, and poured the  amber liquid into his hands, letting some dribble onto his cock.  Ares, of course, wouldn't bother with any preliminaries--he's just shove himself inside.  He'd only recently agreed to lubrication.  But Joxer wanted Cupid to feel good, as good as he felt.

"I'm going to fuck you with my finger," he informed him, rubbing the last of the liquid onto the ring of sensitive skin before him, then tossing the bottle aside.  He eased in a finger, joint by joint, then, feeling the god's ass tighten around him, Joxer pulled his finger back to the rim, before thrusting it in, repeating the motion until Cupid writhed beneath him.  With his other hand, Joxer reached around to clasp the shaft of the god's cock.  While he stroked it, still fucking him with his finger, Joxer rested his cheek against the soft feathers that embraced his own erection.  When Cupid began to shudder, Joxer slid his finger from the god's ass, replacing it with his engorged cock.

The mortal groaned as he watched the head, then the shaft, disappear inside Cupid.  He never got to see this, and it was incredible--almost as good as the feeling of those muscles clenching around his cock.  And he loved the change in texture from the silky feathers to the tight, hard ass.  Leaning forward again, allowing his cock to plunge deeper inside the god, Joxer licked the tip of one ivory wing.  He'd been wanting to forever.  And he wasn't disappointed: the wing tasted faintly spicy, as though dipped in nutmeg.  Joxer probed deeper with his tongue, while he continued to fuck the smooth, slick ass.  He felt the gossamer-thin webbing under the feathers, and, tentatively, he laved it.

Cupid responded at once, pulsing in Joxer's hand, groaning his pleasure.  The delicious contractions around his cock demanded an orgasm.  The mortal obliged, kissing the downy wing as his cum flowed into the god.  Before collapsing on the red silk sheets, Joxer untied Cupid.  The god settled on his back, one long wing extended invitingly.  The mortal nestled against the soft feathers, as the god closed the wing over the mortal's pale flesh.

Overcome by spent pleasure, they drifted off to sleep.  Neither noticed the red curtain parting, or Ares peering in.  He watched Joxer unconsciously snuggle closer to Cupid.  A strange look came over Ares' face, one the mortal would never recognize--almost a tenderness.  He smiled down at the pale, lanky body of his lover, wondering if either of these innocents ever considered how they ended up together in a secluded forest grove.