Bits and Pieces of Hercules

 

Drabbles from November 17, 2012 to December 8, 2012

 

Please note that I'm about a month behind on posting these. Getting them out of the way. 

 

Drabble 239: November 19, 2012

Pairing: Joxer Fic

Title: A Little Crush 1

 

Humming as he bathed in a river, removing the days sweat from his body, Joxer smiled happily to himself as he shook his head, unsurprised by the fact that Gabrielle and Xena were doing the same close by. They always did so, hoping to be able to attack him for daring to peek at them.

 

Not that he would ever do so. He liked his women to be softer and sweeter when he wanted to be with them, usually preferring a strong body that had seen war once or twice. Again, not that he would ever tell anyone that, even though he knew that he was a warlord’s son.

 

Smiling as his body tingled at the memories of the men that had worked under his father , Joxer made a note to visit his father’s keep soon and renew a few old bonds. Smoothing water over his shoulders, his  ears picked up the sound of a God appearing before the deep rumble of Ares voice reached his ears along with the sound of Gabriell screaming and Xena growling.

 

He could understand Xenas anger at Ares but not the rest of the Gods. It was misplaced anger, one that should have died years ago, and she kept getting in the middle of what they needed to do.

 

“Those two just have to make my job that much harder,” Joxer sighed before he dipped under the water to rinse off his body before coming back up, a hand running through his hair. Climbing out of the lake, he smiled at the husky, almost mocking laugh of Ares before the God left. Joxer dried off and dressed in his tunic and trousers, forgoing the armor until he could fix it once more. He sighed as he heard the complaining Xena and Gabrielle come closer, wishing for a proper, real companion.

 

Preferably male.

 

Drabble 242: November 22, 2012

Pairing: Joxer, Hephaaestus

Title: A Little Crush 2

 

The short, sweet breaths filled his ears as Joxer laid back on the floor, eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath after his training regime. “Are you done?” Hephaestus asked as he limped into the training room, his eyes taking in the leanly built body as he sat up and pulled his shirt away from his chest.

 

“Yes. Were you able to make it?” Joxer asked, still worried about that, despite the fact that the God had told him that it was an easy job.

 

“The necklace your father commissioned is done, don’t worry,” Hephaestus chuckled with a smile, holding up a delicate chain with an equally delicate done charm. Joxer stood up and studied the sweetly made necklace. “It’s gorgeous. Father has paid you right?” he asked as he cupped the chain, moving to put it away into a velvet bag.

 

“Of course he did, he always does,” the large God stated as Joxer gathered his clothes. “Come on, you can use the other bedroom again to bathe,” he offered, leading a smiling Joxer towards the bedroom. Opening the door, he frowned at the destruction of the room before closing it once more. “Seems as you need to use my personal rooms to bathe and change.”

 

“Hephaestus?” Joxer prompted as the other man drew him towards a large door that he knew was Hephaestus’ bedroom suite.

 

“Aphrodite destroyed my guest room in a bit of a rage before our divorce was final,” Hephaestus said, getting an amused look from Joxer. Once in the bedroom, the mortal flushed as the God chuckled and left him to bathe and dress.