Your last pressy!

[misanagi]

galadriel_lll, happy birthday again.

This is the last present. I hope that you like it.

A Silent Affair
By Misanagi

Fandom: Xena, Warrior Princess.
Rating: NC 17
Warnings: Lime, weirdness, Slash, PWP
Pairings: Ares/Autolycus, ?/?
Summary: After catching a thief in his temple, the God of War decides to have a little fun.
Disclaimer: I don't own Xena or the characters used in this fic

Dedication: To my best fried (yes, fried) on her birthday. I hope that you enjoy the tailor made porn. ^________^

Thanks to Anne for the beta.
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He watched the figure move slowly. The intruder was climbing down the rope and showing just why he was called the king of thieves. Ares had watched him from time to time, never paying much attention to the famous Autolycus; after all, he was normally fixated with the tall woman they called the Warrior Princess. But now, he couldn't help but notice the man in front of him, the strong muscles and the careful movements. Autolycus may not have been a warrior but Ares didn't question the thief's skills.

It was too bad that he had decided to steal a golden crown from the temple of the God of War. Ares shook his head; he would have to teach the thief some manners.

He made himself visible and watched with some amusement at the thief's startled expression.

"You weren't expecting to see me here, thief? Surely you should have known that there were some risks involved in stealing from the God of War." Ares' tone was smug; he knew that he had Autolycus just where he wanted him.

Autolycus jumped the last feet that separated him from the ground and smiled at Ares. "Well, I am the best. I wouldn't be if I didn't enjoy a challenge."

"Is that so?" asked Ares. "Well, I have a challenge for you, thief." He walked slowly around Autolycus, making small circles as he talked. "You know, I've always heard that silence is a virtue. I challenge you to stay silent." With his last words, some chains fell from the ceiling and the manacles closed around Autolycus' wrists. The chains rose again and the thief was left standing with his hands chained above his head. "Don't even try to pick the lock. These chains were made by Hephaestus himself. Any effort to get free would be pointless."

The thief didn't look happy at all and he was glaring at Ares. There was no fear in his eyes, just a mild annoyance.

"See that sand clock in front of you?" asked Ares, gesturing to a shelf in front of them. "If you manage to stay silent until the sand stops falling, I'll let you go, and you can even take that silly crown you came looking for."

Autolycus just nodded, letting Ares know that he had understood the terms and was willing to accept the challenge. Ares smirked. This was going to be fun.

"You know, thief," commented Ares as he walked behind Autolycus. "War can be thought of as an elaborate play and I do love to play. It's been a while since I've had some fun and I would love to play with you for a while." His hand was sliding up and down Autolycus' back, moving deliberately slowly until he reached the lower back, and lingering there a moment before going back up.

Ares noticed Autolycus twitching slightly. He smirked when he realized that he had discovered a sensitive spot on the thief's back. "Do you enjoy this?" Ares asked, moving his mouth close to Autolycus' ear, so close that he had to resist the urge to let his tongue slip from his mouth and taste the thief's skin. Ares let his mouth linger there, knowing that his hot breath must be tickling the thief. "Do you want me to come closer?"

Autolycus opened his mouth but caught himself in time. He took a deep breath and nodded slowly. Ares wasn't one to deny such a petition so he let the tip of his tongue move slowly and carefully as he tasted the thief's ear. A sharp breath told him that he was getting the desired reaction so Ares bit on Autolycus' earlobe, savoring the skin inside his mouth.

It was a groan from Autolycus that made Ares take the next step. At first, he only wanted to play a little with the thief, to teach him not to mess with the God of War, but this was a game that Ares was starting to enjoy.

Ares moved from behind his captive and walked to stand in front of him. He placed a hand below Autolycus' chin and gave him an appreciative look. After looking over the thief from head to toe several times, he finally announced his decision. "You are overdressed."

The thief's eyes went wide. He opened and closed his mouth several times but apparently decided that he preferred to remain silent.

With a flicker of Ares' hand, Autolycus' red vest was gone. Ares observed the captive again. The white open shirt looked a lot better without the vest and it showed a lot more of the thief's firm chest. The pants were definitely staying. Ares couldn't resist how the leather made Autolycus' legs look. The pants might have to be ripped but Ares was sure that Autolycus would have no problem stealing another pair.

Ares made another movement with his hand and the white shirt disappeared, leaving Autolycus' upper body completely naked, except for the red leather wrist bands that Ares decided that were staying were they were. "Much better," said Ares, appreciation clearly present in his voice. "Now, for the final touch..." A ripping sound filled the room and Ares watched, delighted, as the leather pants were ripped by an invisible force slowly, letting Autolycus' erection free. Ares smirked. "I knew that you were enjoying yourself."

If looks could kill... they wouldn't kill Ares anyway because he was a god, but Autolycus was certainly trying to. It was funny how the thief's eyes said one thing while his body screamed another. Ares silently congratulated himself on the decision of forbidding the thief to talk. It made things a lot more interesting.

After walking to stand in front of his prisoner, Ares licked his lips, making sure that Autolycus was watching him. "You know, thief. I think that you are even more interesting than I first thought." Ares let the tip of his fingers dance above Autolycus' erection. "Normally I don't care about thieves. I keep my eyes on warriors but I guess that you can be a warrior in a way."

Autolycus bit his lip. His eyes were closed and his hips were moving forward, trying to create more friction.

"You certainly have the spirit. I see that you keep fighting, even when faced with... adversity." The last word was accentuated by a gentle squish of Ares' hand.

Autolycus' fingers gripped the chains so hard that his knuckles became white. His lips were forming a thin line and Ares didn't doubt that the thief was biting the inside of his mouth to keep from crying out loud.

Now, Ares may have been known for many things but mercy wasn't one of them. Without giving Autolycus any time to recuperate from the previous surprise, Ares started stroking the captive's erection at a slow and torturous pace.

All that was heard from Autolycus were several low moans but never a word. He seemed determined to stay silent.

"Can I play too?" asked a voice coming from the door. Ares turned around, not daring to believe his senses until he saw her with his own eyes.

There she was, the Warrior Princess, standing tall, with her shiny black hair falling behind her and her blue eyes staring straight at him. She walked towards them and smiled. "Which one of you wants to kiss me first?" she asked in a seductive voice.

Before any of them had time to reply, Ares started poking her in the ribs. She raised an eyebrow. "Is this a new game?" she asked.

Ares didn't answer but poked her again, and again, and again...

* * *

... And again.

Xena opened her eyes, her hand going straight for her sword. She relaxed as soon as she saw Gabrielle sitting beside her with a mischievous smirk on her face.

"Where you having another one of your erotic dreams?" the blonde asked casually.

Xena could feel herself blushing. She knew there was no point in denying it. Gabrielle had told her a few months ago that whenever she had an erotic dream, Xena moaned and talked in her sleep. Xena didn't doubt that her blonde companion enjoyed the midnight show immensely, and of course, teasing Xena mercilessly the next morning.

"Ready to go to town?" Gabrielle asked, as she gathered her things. "I'm thinking about buying some leather clothes," she commented, smirking at Xena.

Xena smirked back. Maybe there was an up side to the fact that she couldn't keep her fantasies private. There was always a chance of making them come true.



- The End.

*looks innocent*

Comments

[galadriel-lll.livejournal.com]

Yay, another "pressy"...
Lol, thanks best amoga, i'll read it immediately!
Yay again!
Inocent? Ejem...

[misanagi.livejournal.com]

Lol, thanks best amoga, i'll read it immediately!

Denada y ... ajá...

Inocent? Ejem...

Shhh!!!

[just-ruth.livejournal.com]

Nice to see Xena has those kind of dreams too. :)

[misanagi.livejournal.com]

Well, with those two drool-worthy men around, who wouldn't?

Er... I mean... *smiles innocently*

[galadriel-lll.livejournal.com]

Yay!!! That's the best gift ever!!! I mean, "pressy"... Finally you decided to write an a/a thingy!!!!

I love it! And you finish it before getting too graphic with the penis stuff, thanks for that :D

And i love the "moraleja", you are certainly right. ;)

[misanagi.livejournal.com]

Finally you decided to write an a/a thingy!!!!

Well, you asked for it.

I love it! And you finish it before getting too graphic with the penis stuff, thanks for that :D

I know hoe much you hate that.

And i love the "moraleja", you are certainly right. ;)

lalalala...