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Ares and Eirene

The other half of my dark soul....




A Vignette of a possible future

'DONA NOBIS.....'

"That dark part of me which has a weakness for bad boys...." Xena, 'Comedy of Eros'.
(I couldn't have put it better <G>. Here's the way I would like to see Ares 'win' in the end....)


MESOPOTAMIA

A ribbon of light appears under an ancient door. The dark god, Ares lifts his head. Tired with countless years, unseen, unknown. His dark brown eyes flash as the light increases, the door opens. Ares rises majestically to his feet, brushes the dust of ages from black leather and waits. A tall, feminine figure stands outlined in bright sunshine.
"Xena? Have you come to free me at last?" His voice is roughened after many centuries of solitude. But it is not Xena that steps into his tomb and prison. She is glowing gold and silver. Tall, stately and radiant. The eyes of Ares adapt to the unaccustomed light. Luminous blue eyes, a face similar to Xena's, but subtly different, more beautiful. Xena's chakram hangs at her belt. Mid-brown hair, a smile and sweet curves draped in golden yellow. The sight stirs his blood like no other woman.

Ares returns her smile; pleased, seductive.
"Lady...?" He moves in closer, eager and needy. A single uplifted finger halts him in his tracks.
"I am a goddess, Ares." His smile widens. He looks appreciatively at the fine gold net dress, the wide silver belt, with the tightly fitted yellow body suit like a second skin beneath. Every inch and curve of her copied from his deepest, hottest fantasies and desires.
"Indeed, yet none I've ever met before." She smiles warmly and Ares hears himself growl with pleasure.

"Hear me first, dark prince, then decide. I offer liberation from this place, it is true." Ares steps closer to the open door. A gentle hand placed on the centre of his chest holds him still. He finds himself trembling at her first touch. "Who are you?" A blush on her pale cheeks encourages him closer. His eyes darken with desire. Her deep blue eyes look into his.
"Everything you've dreamed of - and all the things you've secretly desired." He lifts her free left hand to his lips and kisses it. She strokes his face tenderly with slightly unseady fingers.
"Then give them to me." His eyes flash fire.
"There is a price, midnight prince. Nothing less than everything you are surrendered absolutely to me." The God of War steps backwards, angered.

"I will not be vulnerable." Beautiful blue eyes fill with tears.
"Then you will spend eternity here, unloved and alone." Ares pauses. The goddess turns away, saddened. "Love?" His voice mocks, "I do not know how. You are not Aphrodite." Her face, streaked with tears, turns back to his as she stands at the threshhold.
"I would have shown you. I may be a new Goddess, but we could have made a perfect match. My serenity and your fire in absolute balance. You do not know me, but I am Eirene. Farewell, Ares." He runs and grabs her arm. "Stay.....! Please?" Eirene regards him for a long, silent moment. He has never been known to plead before, not whilst in possession of his full powers.
"It means forever, Ares." He smiles.
"With the most breathtakingly beautiful woman I've ever seen? The Goddess of Peace..." Her sudden, radiant smile caresses him.

"You do know me." Her fingers stroke through the black, wavy mane of his hair. Ares' face draws close to her as he tenderly wipes away her tears. He purrs softly. His lips part eloquently; inviting, needing and seeking her kiss.

"Goddess? Eirene?" She breathes seductively close to his mouth.
"One kiss....that's all it will take. After that, there's no going back for either of us." Ares presses her back against the wall under the doorway, just on the threshhold.
"Set me free - set us both free." Her right hand strokes softly down through the soft hair in the opening in his vest, teasing and thrilling them both. The other hand brings his head and lips to within millimeters of hers.
"Complete union, Ares. In every way."

"Oh yes, lady...." he growls eagerly. Her left hand catches up the chakram as her lips lightly brush his. The chakram hits the red eye of Hephestus dead centre. Eirene teases his mouth with hers, tiny nibbles along his upper and lower lips. Every time he tries to move in for a full kiss, her lips elude him. Finally, he returns the favour, encouraged by her eager murmurs of pleasure. He explores her lips lightly, slowly, thoroughly, making the tension and desire build to heights he has never known before. At last her mouth slants across his with agonising slowness. Her lips part exquisitely under his.

Ares and Eirene stumble across the threshhold, kissing deeply now. Their tongues touch and caress sensuously. His hands slowly mould her close, one cupping her rear and the other the incredible softness of one sweet breast. Eirene moans encouragingly into his mouth. Her fingers open his vest and stroke his furred, muscled chest, then slowly venture further south. Ares finally pulls out of the kiss, more aroused than he has ever been in his entire life. He grins seductively down at Eirene.
"Your place or mine?" She grins back. Her right hand taps him gently on the shoulder.
"Catch me if you can!" Eirene vanishes, leaving Ares clutching nothing but air. He scowls, then a slow, delighted smile creases his face.
"Ohhh....kiss-chase! I think I know where you are, sweetheart...." Ares disappears, "Just wait until I catch you...!" His voice is joined by her delighted laughter. Ares finds himself laughing back joyfully as he chases Eirene across the universe.

THE END





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