"Don't stop!"  Iphicles thrust up his hips, running one hand over the dark curls of the love-god between his thighs.

Ares raised his head, pulling his wet mouth from Iphicles' thick cock.  "You're not ready to cum."

"I need to," Iphicles moaned, trying to force himself back between those full lips.  "I can't take anymore.  You've been sucking me for hours...I'm dying.  My body's on fire.  My cock's ready to explode."

"You're not ready yet."   He shook off his lover's hands.

His strength aroused Iphicles, reminding him of another dark god.   Not that the other Ares ever left his thoughts.  He'd only let the god of love seduce him because of the resemblance, and hadn't stopped pretending that the beautiful figure tormenting him with tongue and fingers was his violent counterpart.  Not that the war god ever licked his cock for an eternity, like this one did.  Like this one was doing now: wrapping his velvety tongue around the swollen, almost tender head, while his long fingers caressed Iphicles' inner thighs.  "Oh god....Oh god."

His other lover didn't make every muscle in his body quiver until he couldn't stop shaking...Never teased him like this one did, stopping the precise second before semen flowed.  The god before him was like a perfectly trained, perfectly beautiful whore--except that he loved to give pleasure.  This Ares seemed to purr as he sucked Iphicles, rubbing his own huge erection against the silk sheets, reaching up to pinch Iphicles' nipples as though licking his cock wasn't enough--he wanted more. He'd never had a lover like this one: so enthusiastic, so giving, and so strong at the same time.  This Ares combined domination and submission in a way that drove Iphicles crazy.  His sweat-soaked, writhing limbs proved the god's powerful effect.

Unable to think anymore, his entire being reduced to the throbbing heat between his thighs, Iphicles lay back and surrendered to the god's insistent tongue.  When Iphicles' body arched, every muscle rigid with need, Ares never varied his pace, and Iphicles came in an overwhelming burst of pleasure.  Each nerve in his shaking frame helped propel the molten semen from his pulsing cock, and the ecstatic flow seemed unstoppable.

The thunderous sound of the waterfall hiding the cave's entrance resounded through his body.  Then the world went black, darkened by the forceful sensations pounding through him.

Iphicles awoke to the love god kissing his cheeks, his eyes, his lips.

"Are you ready?" Ares asked.

"Ready for what?"

"To start again."

A disbelieving laugh.  "I'm mortal, remember?  That was fantastic, but I need some recovery time."

The god placed his warm hands over Iphicles' heart, making him gasp as a shock of electric heat tore through his body.  He retained the delicious, post-orgasmic lassitude, but his cock felt like it did first thing in the morning: stiff and throbbing and ready for action.

"Is that better?" the god asked.

Iphicles nodded vigorously, staring up at the handsome face.  Ares' long, curly hair brushed Iphicles' cheek, and he tangled his fingers in it, pulling the god down for a kiss.

"If you get too rough, I'll have to restrain you.  You really need some lessons in pleasure."

The man raised his arms above his head, spreading his thighs wide. "You can do whatever you want with me."

Ares' dimples showed.  "That's what I like to hear.  I'll start by teaching you how to kiss properly."

"I've never had any complaints before," Iphicles said, a little resentfully.

"Your kisses are delicious, but a little crude.  You're impatient; you don't appreciate the sensations that come from lips brushing against lips, tongues entwining around tongues."

Not a surprise there.  The war god didn't usually bother with any foreplay, only kissing Iphicles when he was about to cum, shoving his tongue into Iphicles' mouth in a greedy demand for more sensation.

"I want you to relax, Iphicles, and let me kiss you.  Just lie back and enjoy it.  First, though, a few rules.  Don't grab my head and force it down.  I don't like it. You're pressing me so hard against you that I can't explore your mouth the way I'd like to.  But I do want to feel your hands.  That's why I haven't bound you.  Use one to rub my shoulder right here." He took his lover's hand, placing it on the hard curve.  "Not too hard.  Use your palm.  Oh, that's good."  His cock moved heavily where it rested against Iphicles' thigh.

"Are you going to fuck me?" Iphicles asked.  Just listening to that deep, breathy voice was making him impossibly hot.

The dark eyes widened in surprise.  "Of course! But not yet.  Not until much later.  Not until you're crying for me to take you."

"I'm ready to cry now..."

Ares laughed.  "You're so adorable.  So desperate."  He pressed his lips to Iphicles', but drew back when Iphicles' tongue snaked out.  "Iphicles...relax."  With a sigh, he continued.  "Put your other hand on the back of my neck. Now spread your fingers and push them up through my hair, pressing down with the tips.  Yes...That's perfect.  Keep repeating it."

The god's curls were silky, and Iphicles found himself enjoying the texture, and the god's rumbled response.  Ares reminded him of a cat: a big, sleek, beautiful cat, stretched out in the sun, reveling in the warmth.  Excited by the hard, feline body against him, the sensual face watching him, Iphicles rubbed his cock against the god's.

At once, Ares pushed him back down, giving him a soft slap on the side of his thigh.  "Iphicles! Behave yourself."

The slap sent sensation rolling through his sensitized flesh.  "I thought you didn't like it rough," he protested.  Oh, if he had the strength, he'd throw this gorgeous god on his stomach and plunge into his ass until he got blissful relief.  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.  He was so turned on.  The god's insistence on passivity was cruelly erotic--binding him would be less painful.  But not as exciting. "I'll be good.  Now show me how to kiss."

"Ok.  I'll start slowly."  Ares bent down and lightly brushed his lush mouth against his lover's.  Just a hint of sensation. Then he did it again, prolonging the contact.  His soft lips were slightly parted, and Iphicles used all of his willpower not to push his tongue between them.  Instead, he let the god continue, enjoying the contact, feeling it in his cock.

When Ares traced the man's lips with his sweet tongue, Iphicles opened his mouth, but the god ignored the implicit plea.  Taking Iphicles' lower lip between his own, Ares sucked lightly, letting his willing pupil appreciate the wet, soft contact.  Iphicles did, remembering how the same action felt on his cock. At his low moan, the god gave his lover another kiss, then touched the tip of his tongue against the man's, before withdrawing it.  "More," Iphicles demanded.  "Please, Ares.  I need more."

"Of course you do.  I want you to rub the base of my spine now, in slow circles, while you stroke my ass with the other hand."

"You're driving me crazy, you know that?"

"That's the point," the god replied patiently.  "Now be quiet and let me kiss you."  That warm tongue slid again into Iphicles' mouth, but disappeared when he tried to suck it.  Before he could recover, it slipped back in, then vanished again.

As Ares fucked his mouth with that velvety tongue, Iphicles' cock grew even harder.  Every drop of blood in his body converged there, until he was harder than he'd ever been.  It was the teasing--Iphicles wasn't used to it.  The other Ares always fucked him so quickly--never toyed with him like this god did, tormenting him until he panted with need.

"Doesn't that feel good?"  Ares asked.

"You know it does. You're incredible, and I want you so much."

The god was already continuing the kiss, still at the same leisurely pace.  Only now he eased his tongue deeper into the other's mouth, sliding over the sharp edges of Iphicles' teeth, before flicking his tongue.   To the man's relief, Ares stopped resisting Iphicles' attempts to kiss back, and let the king repeat his actions until they were both breathless.   Then Ares sat up, and a delicate blue-glass bottle appeared in his hand.  Carefully unsealing the lid, he poured a small amount of fragrant oil directly onto Iphicles' chest.

The king looked up expectantly into the god's liquid eyes.   "Will I get to do this to you?"

He nodded, smiling.  "Yes.  Much later."

"Good.  Because I want you to feel as amazing as I do."

Ares kissed him once again.  "Touching you makes me feel amazing.  Look how hard I am."

Iphicles stared with undisguised lust at the long cock gleaming in the candlelight.  He wanted to suck it, feel the thick head parting his lips, then, when it was wet, parting his ass.  "I can't believe how much you're turning me on, " he told the god. "Just looking at you is enough."  It was true: Ares was almost startlingly handsome, with his long, wavy hair, doe-like eyes and pink, pouty lips.  And that body...Like Iphicles' own, but even bigger, the shoulders even broader, the legs longer.  His cock jerked, sending more pleasure coursing through him.

The king's attention was now caught by the long fingers moving in sweeping motions over his chest, as Ares rubbed the aromatic oil over his skin, paying special attention to his nipples, which tightened under the pressure.  The exquisite pleasure from the contact of oiled finger tips against the tautened brown skin surprised Iphicles; the god of war never bothered with his nipples, except for the occasional painful bite.  But this simple, gentle rubbing made his cock throb with want, especially as the liquid began to heat.  "It smells nice," the man observed.  "Like pears."

"Want to taste it?"  At his nod, Ares slipped a juice-soaked finger between Iphicles' lips.  "Rub my shoulders while you suck it clean."

As he massaged the bronze skin and licked the sweet oil, the king imagined sucking the love god's cock.  He suspected it would taste the same, that the liquid he was lapping up now was mixed at least partially with Ares' semen.  While this god hadn't yet cum in his mouth, the other one had--many times.  And that other Ares tasted something like this, only not as sweet, more like coppery blood than distilled pears and apples.  Fuck, it was good. "More.  Give me more."

Ares let him suck two fingers this time, and didn't object when Iphicles, unable to hold back, thrust his cock gently against the god's firm stomach.  "I love the way you look right now," Ares told him.  "Your curls are damp, falling into your eyes, and your lips are slightly swollen from my kisses.  It's very...distracting."

Knowing he could affect the god only aroused Iphicles more, and his thrusts turned aggressive.  And this time, when Ares pushed him down, the king fought back.  "Let me cum!" he said between gritted teeth.  "Suck me or let me fuck you.  Jerk me off.  Anything.  Please."

"Lie still or I'll leave.  You have to obey me completely, or you'll miss out on the pleasure."

For a second Iphicles saw the resemblance between this quiet god and his violent lover.  "I'm sorry.  I'll try.  It's just...You're too good."

"I haven't even started."  With that comment, Ares bent his dark head, and ran a hot tongue over the tanned skin of the man's nipple.  At the wordless groan that burst from the body beneath him, the god smiled.  "You're so responsive.  It makes this even better for me."   He returned to his task, his tongue flicking back and forth over the rigid flesh, making Iphicles whimper.

When Ares took the nipple in his mouth, sucking softly, Iphicles gripped the silk sheet, struggling not to lose control.

"Caress my back," the god said, then resumed his sucking.  This time, however, he moved quickly between the king's nipples, so that it felt like he had both in his mouth at once.

Iphicles let one hand roam over the broad back, now slippery with sweat.  With the other, he smoothed the sable curls from his lover's forehead.   Barely able to think anymore, he focused on the pink tongue gliding over his shining skin and prayed for release.

"I want you to roll onto your stomach," Ares finally said, just before the king broke.

The blue silk sheet against his chest, his cheek...oh god...his cock...was as soft as the god's skin.  Iphicles couldn't help rubbing against the delicate fabric, imagining himself inside Ares...

"Stop."

"I don't think I can," came the mumbled response.

The stinging slap on his ass confused the man's overwrought body, melding pain and pleasure so that he could only wait tensely until the sensation subsided.  He tried to speak, but nothing came out.

The god climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.  Then Iphicles felt the oil dribbling onto his back, followed by warm fingers as Ares spread the liquid over his fevered skin.  Using his thumbs and the base of his palms, he worked carefully, beginning with the king's neck, then his shoulders, moving slowly lower.

When Ares reached his ass, squeezing and kneading it, the man put a fist to his mouth, biting down.  He wanted to tell the god to stop because he couldn't take anymore.  It was too good.  And then he felt the tongue on his spine.  "Please, Ares...please."  But the words sounded like a plea for more, and the god responded, licking a path down until he reached Iphicles' ass.   For once he used his teeth, nibbling on the rounded curves until the man thought he'd go crazy.

He heard the cap come off the bottle, knew that Ares was spreading oil onto his fingers, and his body shivered in anticipation.

"You know what I'm going to do.  And you want it so much.  Just a little penetration.  A finger inside you.  You need it."

"Yes."

"That's because I haven't rushed.  We've been here for hours.  You've been under me for hours.  And you've loved it.  I've made you hotter than you've ever been."   As he spoke, the god slid one finger past the tight ring of muscle.  "You love that, don't you? It feels good on its own, but it also reminds you of my cock, what that's going to feel like when I ease it inside you."

Listening to that husky voice talk about fucking him, while that finger moved with erotic precision inside him... "Please.  Now."

"But I haven't even sucked you since that first time, Iphicles.  I can't fuck you until I've taken your cock in my mouth."

"So suck me...god...please suck me.  I can't think, can't breathe, can't do anything but want you.  I'm begging, Ares.  Please."

"Turn over."

Iphicles obeyed.  His cock, thick and unbelievable hard, lay against his stomach, leaking salty liquid.

The god stared down at him and licked his lips.  "You look so hot."

"It's what you do to me."

"I like when you say that," he said, positioning himself between his lover's strong thighs.  The blue bottle appeared once again, and the god spilled the scented oil on Iphicles' cock.

The man could feel each drop as it splattered against him, as it ran down his shaft.  Each one like a wet tongue, a dozen wet tongues lapping at him.   And seeing that incredibly beautiful god, face serious as he lay stretched between Iphicles' thighs, was nearly enough to push him that final step to orgasm.  "I...I don't want...to cum yet...But...I can't... hold out...much longer."

Ares laughed.  "Don't worry.   The oil has a special property that delays orgasm..  Not a lot, but enough to let me push you even further."

Iphicles didn't know whether to cheer or cry when he heard that.  And then it didn't matter...Not when the god began to smear the liquid onto his cock, spreading it evenly over the head, down the shaft, even onto his balls.  He knew he was moaning, but he couldn't stop.  Ares' fingers found every sensitive spot, teasing each one, and the king swore even more blood flowed into his hugely-engorged cock.

He wasn't sure how long the torment lasted, only that he couldn't see clearly anymore.  Lights flashed before his eyes, as he writhed under those talented fingers.  When the god let the tip of his tongue meet the head of Iphicles' cock, the king cried out.  He was thrashing against the wet sheets, his hips thrusting, desperate to cum.  Dying for it.

When the warm mouth finally closed around him, Iphicles' whole body went rigid. He didn't realize that tears were falling down his cheeks until Ares reached up to wipe them away.

"Poor king," he said.  "I think you're ready now."  He poured the last of the oil on Iphicles' cock, then lay on his back as the king rose.

Desire.  Lust.  Want.  In one fluid motion, Iphicles threw the god's legs around his waist, and shoved his cock inside him.  At first he couldn't move, almost devastated by the tight heat around him, by the look of pleasure on Ares' face.  Then he let go, ignoring the god's cock, unable to do more than thrust like an animal into his lover, shouting and crying, almost bewildered by rapture.

Ares encouraged him, telling him how good it felt, how incredible his cock was, how beautiful he looked, how sexy...And the king fucked him harder, his strokes almost punishing, driven wild by the pent-up need.

And when Ares' semen shot onto his lover's chest, Iphicles howled, and his cock seemed to explode, pulsing a burning river inside the god.  He was a slave to his body, and could do nothing while the liquid heat poured from him.

Afterward, he collapsed on the bed, and the god pulled him against his broad shoulder.  "That was incredible," he said softly, kissing the sweat-soaked king.

"Yeah, I enjoyed it," came a deep voice from a shadowy corner.  "What're you going to do next?"

Stunned, Iphicles raised his head, and stared right into the angry, mocking eyes of Ares, god of war.
"What're you going to do, Ares? Hurt me for wanting some pleasure?"  

The wargod raised his eyebrows.  "It must've been pretty good if you're standing up to me."

"It was." The king shivered at the memory of his encounter with the god of love.  "Not like anything I've ever felt before."  Iphicles deliberately turned his back and kissed his new lover--the other's twin--slowly, sensuously, the way he'd been taught.  He waited for the violent Ares to respond, to show jealousy, anger.

Nothing happened.

So Iphicles let the kiss wipe everything from his mind, as his tongue melted against the one expertly probing his mouth. Finally, at a sound behind him, the man pulled back expectantly, staring over at Ares.

The war god stood at the foot of the bed, casually stroking the hilt of his sword, his expression unreadable.  Even in the dim light of the cavern, the god's earth-dark curls and bronze skin gleamed, and the king felt the familiar longing rush over him.  Ares, however, remained silent.

It was the other god who spoke, addressing his twin.  "Why don't you come here?" He patted the mattress.  "I think I've proved my point."

Iphicles looked at him, his stomach knotting.  "What do you mean?"

"Your dark lover was bragging about how obsessed you are with him.  And I said that you could easily be seduced.  But it wasn't a contest.  I've wanted you for awhile--this just seemed like the best way to have you."  Leaning forward, he nuzzled the king's neck, fingers closing over Iphicles' cock.

"Oh god...I can't believe what you do to me..." the man moaned.  "I can't think when you're doing that."  Can't think about the betrayal.

"Do you mind if he joins us?" the love god asked, sucking lightly on tiny sections of Iphicles' throat.  "Because he needs some lessons in love."

The king turned to the beautiful figure sprawled beside him. "He'd never give up control, never let us pleasure him."  They both waited for Ares' response.

"I like a challenge," was all he said.  The war god waved a hand, and his clothing vanished.  "Try me."  With one hand, he stroked his thick, hard cock.

"I can't believe you're going to let us do this," Iphicles said, as his lover joined them on the bed.

"You don't want me to?"

"You know I do.  In spite of everything."

"Iphicles, I love fucking you.  And this god's an expert on fucking--you obviously liked what he was doing.  So why would I turn down the chance to be fucked by both of you?  I'm not giving up anything here.  I have the strength to kill both of you if I don't like what's going on.  I'm choosing to let you both fuck me."

The blood shot so quickly into Iphicles' cock that he gasped, but he kept his mouth shut.  If he showed his elated surprise at Ares' willing submission, his lover would leave.  And more than anything, he wanted him to stay.

"I think we'll need some assurances before we continue," the love god said in the growing silence. "Ares, you have different responses than a mortal, and I'd like to put more pressure on your body than I did on Iphicles'.  But I don't want to worry that you'll do something terrible to me because my actions disturb you, even while they feel good."

"Would you two relax?  I won't hurt either of you.  You have my word."

"And you'll willingly give up control to me for the whole encounter?  You won't decide mid-way through that you want your power back?"

"I promise.  I'll do only what you tell me.  Now can we get on with it?"

"Good.  First though, you need to relax if you're going to get anything out of this."  A bottle materialized in the love god's hand.  "Iphicles, while I'm smoothing this onto his skin, I want you to lie in his arms and tell Ares how you feel about him."  He poured a small amount of oil in his palm, then rubbed his hands together.  Picking up his twin's foot, resting it on one well-muscled thigh, he massaged the heel, pressing firmly with his glistening fingertips.

"He doesn't want to hear that," Iphicles said dubiously.

The love god's smile was indulgent.  "Of course he does.  He's in love with you."

Ares, who'd begun to relax under his twin's insistent kneading, shot upright.  "What the fuck are you talking about--" Suddenly, he froze, eyes rolling back in his head.  Then he fell back on the pillows.

"What's wrong with him?" the king demanded.

"He'll be fine.  I just reminded him that I'm in control.  He can beat me in a physical fight, but I have a few advantages: I know all of the body's pressure points, and whenever he ignores my command for complete obedience, I'll find a different one.  Now lie beside him, Iphicles, and tell him what he wants to hear."  The god blithely continued the massage, casting a benign glance down at his recovering twin.

Ares glared back, but Iphicles sensed a newfound respect for his double.

Moving against the warm body of his lover, the king rested his head on Ares' broad shoulder.  He said nothing, however, until the love god prompted him.  With a deep breath, the man began, keeping his voice low and soothing. "I love you, Ares.  I always have.  Since I first saw you, on the battlefield outside Corinth.  You fought among the men, covered in blood and black mud, swinging your sword with deliberate, deadly strokes.  I'd never really cared about the gods--they always seemed so uninvolved in our lives.  Just watching us to get their kicks. But you were different."

The soft lull of his own voice relaxed the king, and he settled closer against Ares' warm side.  The god, too, seemed to release some of his tension as he listened to Iphicles, while his twin attentively rubbed his foot.

Iphicles thought back to their first encounter.  "You were more real than the other Olympians.  As real as my soldiers fighting and dying around you.  But stronger. Bigger.  So beautiful. When you dragged me into the marshes by the stream and threw me down on my knees, I was harder than I'd been with anyone."   He reached up to stroke Ares' glossy curls, and heard the god's soft exhalation.  "That feels good, doesn't it? I remember how it felt when you slid your cock into me for the first time. Incredible. After that, I couldn't get enough of you.  And you... when you started visiting me at the palace, fucking me whenever you could, you seemed so...desperate. Like you wanted to forget everything, and only sex helped."

As the smooth-cheeked god began to caress Ares' calves, working the muscles with skilled fingers, he issued another command to the king.  "Kiss him now.  Not on the lips, but everywhere else on his face.  Do it gently, and talk between each contact.  Ares, you stay still--just watch and listen."

Iphicles propped himself up on one elbow, staring down at the war god's handsome face.  Tentatively, the king bent down, pressing his lips to his lover's cheek, just above the soft, dark beard. Then he resumed his low murmuring.  "One day I asked what you were running from.  You ignored me, and I figured you weren't going to answer.  Then, very quietly, you said, ‘my life.'"

A kiss on the other cheek, in the hollow beneath the bone.

"The look on your face--you seemed so human.  So vulnerable, for once."

A kiss on one eyelid, the thick lashes tickling his lips.

"So sexy.  I went down on you right after that, so turned on by your honesty. You were embarrassed, and fucked me so hard later...like you were punishing me.  Or yourself."

A lingering kiss on the temple above a hazel-flecked eye.

"That's when I knew I loved you.  That I'd always love you.  No matter what.  Even though you seemed to retreat after your confession."

A quick kiss on the tip of the nose.  At this, the war god's full lips turned up in a smile.

"Can I kiss his mouth?" Iphicles asked.  He was ready to beg.

His lover's twin looked up from Ares' other foot.  "Yes.  But do it like I did to you.  Don't let him take control.  Make him feel everything."

Iphicles again bent over the prone god, but paused.  "I love the way you look right now--almost sleepy, with your eyes half-closed."  Then, for an instant, he pressed his mouth against Ares' warm lips.  "You know--I feel like that's the first time I've ever really kissed you.  Usually, you force your tongue down my throat like you're fucking me with it.  Not that I don't love that, but this...this is nice."  He kissed Ares again, allowing the contact to last a few seconds longer, until the god's predatory instincts kicked in, and his tongue darted into Iphicles' mouth.  With a moan, the king pulled back, looking down the bed at his lover's twin.  "I didn't realize how tough this was going to be.  I want him so much already."

"Iphicles, how often will he ever let you do this again? Here's your chance to give Ares the most intense sex he's ever had.  Don't waste it.  And if you can't resist his mouth, focus on something else.  Like his throat.  And don't worry--he likes what we're doing."  He stopped massaging the muscles of Ares' long leg to point at the war god's cock, resting hard against his stomach.

The man's own cock hardened even more, and he looked quickly away, back to his lover's lust-flushed face.  Reaching beneath Ares' chin, the king tilted back the god's head, then licked the exposed throat.  Just a flick of his tongue against the hot, salty skin, but the warrior growled in response.   Iphicles placed his hand over Ares' heart, catching the deep rumble in his fingers, while he licked him again.  And again.  And again.

Iphicles' cock throbbed painfully, and he struggled against the urge to stroke it, to rub it against Ares' thigh, now pressed so tantalizingly against him.  Taking a few deep breaths, he began sucking small sections of skin at the juncture of the god's throat and shoulder.  As his excitement grew, the king wanted to bite his lover, tear open his skin.  But he knew that Ares couldn't handle the intensity and still remain passive.

Is that why he wanted to do it? So he wouldn't be responsible for this encounter in case the underlying emotion repelled the god?  After all, their relationship rarely strayed from the sexual.  He only admitted his feelings to Ares when the god made him cum, when he couldn't hold back, when the words, like the semen, poured from his body. Afterwards, shame haunted him.  Ares never spoke of love, not even during sex.  Iphicles had secretly wondered if the god's rigorous silence while they fucked was deliberate, if his lover stayed quiet in case some emotion leaked from him--

"Iphicles!"

Startled, the man looked up at the god now across from him, then down at his lover's throat. The deep red mark on Ares' neck stood out even in the dusky room.

"Be gentle," the lovegod admonished.  "Go slowly.  Let the tension build.  Then you'll get what you want.  Kiss me now."

The king stared into the long-lashed dark eyes, so much like those of the god lying between them. Moving to his knees, Iphicles leaned forward, expecting a chastely sensual kiss. The swollen heads of their long cocks met before their mouths did, and when the man's lips parted in a groan, the love god slid his tongue between them.  Intensely conscious of Ares watching, he tried to stop the sounds of pleasure this god elicited with his penetrating kiss, with his hot cock as it brushed against Iphicles', but he couldn't.  As the kiss grew even hotter, and the god's tongue more searching, Iphicles realized that this other Ares was purposefully trying to drive him wild, undoubtedly to arouse his twin's jealousy.  Love, like war, depended on careful strategy.

The god drew back only when the king's moans reverberated through the stone chamber.  "Do what I do," he told the mortal.  Lowering himself beside his twin, his dark curls brushing Ares' chest, he licked a slow, wet circle around one of his double's tanned nipples.  Simultaneously, he closed his fingers around Ares' upper arm, using his thumb to caress the hard curve of muscle.

Iphicles imitated both gestures, and Ares' hips thrust forward.  Impossibly, more blood flowed to the man's cock, as he saw the effect on his lover.  As he sucked the god's nipple, the king watched the other pink tongue gliding over the taut flesh, and Iphicles wondered if his own cock would burst.  If the earlier session with the love god had been powerfully erotic, this was even more so.  Seeing his lover in duplicate, seeing the mirror image pleasuring itself, the same night-black eyes darkening with need, the same full lips open with--

An unexpected pressure between his thighs made him gasp.  Looking down, Iphicles saw a shiny silver band circling the base of his cock.  Confused, he looked over at the love god.

"It'll help you," came the husky-voiced response.  "Now keep sucking him.  And Ares, I want you to stroke our backs while we do it."

When the hand found his sweat-slick skin, the king closed his eyes, glad for the ring holding back the flood of semen. It was too much...too much...The hard nipple under his tongue, the hot hand on his back, the mouth next to his, licking and sucking...Iphicles tried to calm down.  Don't think about fucking Ares.  Don't think about his face when your cock slides into him for the first time...

Then he was distracted, wondering what Ares thought of this.  The god had been especially quiet--no pleading, no commanding...

"He's scared to talk," his lover's twin told him.  "You're not the only one fighting for control, Iphicles.  Ares doesn't want to tell you how good he feels, how much he wants you to fuck him. He thinks that if he says anything, it'll all spill out."

"Not true," the dark god said through gritted teeth.  "I'm...in control."

His counterpart laughed.  "You are, are you?  Then you won't mind if we raise the level of sensation."   His teeth closed around the nipple he'd been suckling.  Hard.

Iphicles followed suit, and Ares moaned, his hips jerking.  When two sets of sharp teeth clamped down on his nipples, the god cried out, and tried to rise from the bed.

His twin pushed him roughly back.  "You're in control, remember?  Move again, and you'll regret it."  To the king: "Keep biting him, but scratch his inner thigh, too.  Only make sure you don't touch his cock or balls."

Together, they pulled apart Ares' hard thighs, each pushing a hand between them.  Iphicles could feel the heat rising from the god's skin, and he would've reached up to cup the heavy sac if his hand hadn't been given a warning squeeze.

"Iphicles..."

But he couldn't help it...Ares was now moaning loudly above him, and his lover's huge, thick cock was irresistibly close...He wanted to suck it, wrap his tongue around it until the god came in his mouth, and then fuck him so hard...Iphicles rocked against Ares' thigh, getting harder and hornier until..."

"Iphicles!"  The love god grabbed the man's face, holding it steady.  "Get a hold of yourself."

"I want to," Iphicles moaned, "but you won't let me."

"This is supposed to be about him, not about you."

"It *is* about him...About how fucking hot it's making me to lick him, bite him, scratch him...feeling him respond, seeing his cock get harder and harder, imagining what it's going to be like when I fuck him, when I cum inside him..."

The war god groaned, and Iphicles tried to pull away, wanting to look at his lover.

A deep sigh.  "Are you ready for more?"  At the king's nod, the other divinity barked a command, keeping his grip on Iphicles' chin.  "Ares, turn onto your stomach."  As his twin moved, the love god stared hard at the man. "Stay focused.  You want to fuck him, don't you?"

It was the king's turn to groan.  "More than you can imagine."

"Well, if you don't stop, you'll cum despite anything I can do.  And if you cum, I won't make you hard again, and I'll make sure he doesn't, either.  And you won't get to feel your cock in his ass.  Understand?"

"Yes."

The god smiled.  "Good.  Now explore his back with your tongue."

"What're you going to do?"

"I'm going to fuck you."

At this, Ares broke his silence.  "No fucking way!" he snarled, struggling to rise. "You can't fuck him--he's mine, and--"

His twin's fingers touched some hidden nerve, and the war god fell face first onto the mattress.  "Let me do this," he said quietly to the king.  "You'll see why."

"Ok."  Iphicles climbed onto his lover, straddling him, then lay atop the sweat-soaked back.  "Oh fuck..."  Pressing his cheek against his lover, he surreptitiously rubbed his cock against the smooth ass beneath him.  "You feel so good, Ares.  So good..."

"Is that bastard fucking you yet?"  the war god demanded, twisting his head in an effort to see behind him.

"Not yet.  But the head of his cock's pressing against my ass...Oh god.  Oh god...He's...starting to...penetrate me...so slowly...Teasing me...Fuck--it feels good..."

"Better than me?"

"Just...different.  Fuckfuckfuck.  Oh god...Ares..."  Iphicles began to lick the god's back, then nip at the bronzed skin as his lover's double entered him.  "Can you feel...how hard...I am?"

"Yes I fucking can," Ares groaned.  "Of course I can.  Your cock's right against my ass, practically inside me."

"Do you want me... inside you?"

"I...yes...Fuck...yes..."  He groaned again as Iphicles licked his shoulder blade.  "I can feel him thrusting into you...that fucking bastard...pushing your cock against me...Fuck...I *need* to cum...I want you..."

The god's increasing loss of control, and the hot cock pounding into him, made Iphicles writhe with lust.  Grinding his cock against Ares, he tried to enter him, but couldn't raise his hips under the other's thrusting weight.  "Tell me... how you feel... knowing his cock is in me."

"I wanna kill him for fucking you...Fucking manipulative prick...trying to make me admit how I feel..."

"How...*do* you feel?" the king panted, lapping up the sweat running freely down his lover's back..
"You know..."

"Tell me...Oh god...It feels...incredible...So deep...Perfect...Cock's so big..."

"That bastard...fucking bastard...I could kill him..."  His fingers closed around the silk sheet, tearing the fabric.  The dark chamber grew warmer.

"Ohhhh...he's cumming now...so hot...Ares...I wish...it was you..."

"So do I...No one has the right..."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't want anyone else to fuck you. *I* want to fuck you."

As the other god climbed off Iphicles, he caught Ares' remark.  "First, though, we have a few  things to take care of.  Roll over."

Ares, cheeks flushed, moved onto his back, eyes glittering in the half-light. His heavy cock looked swollen, the tip wet.  The king stared at him, breath coming in short, frantic gasps.  Reaching out, he touched one of the god's flushed cheeks, and his lover's long lashes fell.

Then he opened his eyes.  "Iphicles, fuck...Don't look at me like that," he said, almost pleading.

"Like what?  Like I love you, and wanna fuck you more than you can ever know?  Why not?  That's how I feel."

"I can't think when you look at me like that."

"You don't need to think."

"I don't want to lose control."

"You will," the love god interjected confidently, positioning himself against his counterpart's thigh.  He gestured for Iphicles to take his place on the other side.  "That's what this is all about."

"I'm going to kiss him first," the king said.  "I have to." Without waiting for the god's response, Iphicles bent over his lover.  Ares' arms came up, and he pulled the man against him.  Hot flesh strained against hot flesh, tongues struggled together as they kissed. The king could feel Ares' cock against his own, and he became almost frenzied with need.

Then Iphicles heard that soft, powerful voice in his ear. "He's not quite ready.  It's time to suck his cock."

Slowly, reluctant and eager, the man sat up, then climbed between the war god's thighs.  As Iphicles knelt there, Ares' twin rolled onto his back, then slowly inched forward until his lips brushed against the king's balls.  Taking one in his mouth, the love god sucked tenderly.

Through a haze of desire, Iphicles saw Ares' face darken, and knew his lover was jealous.  The knowledge thrilled him, and he kept his eyes trained on the god's face as he licked the head of his thick cock.  Under his tongue, the smooth, wet skin grew hotter and wetter, and he lapped at it, encouraging more tangy liquid to surface.  Next, he licked the underside, tracing a throbbing vein before swallowing the length.

But he froze when the other god did the same to his cock, and couldn't help closing his eyes against the pleasure.

"Iphicles!"  Ares hissed.  The king looked up at his dark lover.  "Forget about him! Focus on me!"

But as the other god sucked his cock, tongue exploring, Iphicles shook his head.  "I...I can't.  Feels too good.  His tongue...hot mouth...Oh fuck...I'm going to die..."

Suddenly, the king felt a rush of heat and blackness, and thought he'd cum.  Then he realized that Ares had transported them from the cavern to the Halls of War, leaving the love god behind.

"Fuck me," the god said forcefully.  "He's not with us now, and I don't want you thinking about him anymore.  Just fuck me.  Now."  The silver ring disappeared from Iphicles' oiled cock, as Ares raised his hips, spreading his legs.  Reaching down, the god moved the head of his lover's cock until it pressed against him.  "Fuck me," he repeated insistently.

The king's fingers closed tightly around Ares' shaking thighs, pushing him higher, but, with the last of his will power, he issued his only command.  "Tell me why."

"Because I want you.  Because I hate the idea of that pathetic substitute touching you.  Because I don't want *anyone* touching you.  Because...I love you."

With a loud groan, Iphicles shoved himself inside the god.  Ares' eyes widened at the abrupt penetration, and every muscle in his body tensed.  "Is this...the first time...ever?" the king asked.

"You know it is."

The king began to fuck his lover slowly, letting him adjust to his size.  Ares soon relaxed, meeting Iphicles' thrusts, until his body began to tremble.

"Does it...do you like it?" Iphicles asked, brushing the sweat trickling down his own forehead.

"Yes--it's unfuckingbelievable.  And I love seeing your face while you do it.  So beautiful...Fuck me harder."

At the words, the king went wild.  Every fevered stroke, every deep thrust, brought a groan from Ares, nearly drowning out Iphicles' passionate sounds.  The sight of his lover thrashing beneath him, golden body bathed in sweat, mouth open, completely lost in sensation--the sensation of being filled by Iphicles' cock--hurt in its intensity, and he rammed himself with brutal force into the tight, hot flesh.

"Say it... again," Iphicles demanded.  "Tell me you love me."

"I love you...I love you...I love you..."   Ares' hand closed over his cock, moving in harsh, quick strokes, matching the cadence of his words, of his lover's thrusts.  "Oh....fuck....I love you...You feel so amazing..."  With a final moan, he came, shooting creamy semen onto Iphicles' chest, onto his own.

The king, excited beyond thought to see that final loss of control, pulled his burning cock to the rim,  then gave one last, aggressive thrust.  He kissed Ares as he shuddered out the sticky semen, tongue against tongue as white heat raced through his overwhelmed body.

At last, when his cock stopped pulsing inside his lover, Iphicles slumped onto Ares, burying his face in the god's neck.

"Are you ok?" the god asked.  His tone was a combination of concern, amusement, and underneath that, embarrassment.

"Are you?" came the muffled question.

"Better than that."  He brushed Iphicles' damp curls.  "You know, I'd kick that other god's ass, if I didn't think he'd planned this from the start."

With a supreme effort, the king raised his head.  "So you don't regret anything?"  He needed that final confirmation, the knowledge that Ares meant what he said.  That it wasn't only lust or jealousy that prompted his confession.

"No regrets.  I love you, Iphicles. I have since...I don't even know.  The beginning, I think.  I just...couldn't admit it.  To you. To myself.  I knew that I was losing you because of it, but I just couldn't say the words.  But I do love you.  Always."

A heat more intense even than his orgasm flowed through the king.  "I love you, too, Ares."  With a contented sigh, he settled back against his lover.  "This was worth the wait."