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"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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