Whispered Wishes

Disclaimer: The characters of Xena: Warrior Princess are not mine. They belong to Renaissance Pictures, USA Studios and Rob Tapert. I just like to play with them.
Author: Get your wings
Pairings: Ares/Discord, Ares/Xena
Summary: Ares gets his wildest fantasy fulfilled…sort of.
Author’s note: Special thanks to Lady Kate, who’s story Love in a time of Twilight inspired me to write this bit of smut. Takes place after “The Furies” Also, first attempt at actually writing and publishing a racy story. So please, be kind! Also this isn't beta-d so there are probably a lot of mistakes.
Rating: NC-17

He sat sullenly and quiet, his thoughts rounding inside of his head.

Xena.

It always came back to her. After the bit where he'd made the Furies make her insane, Ares couldn't get that damn warrior off his mind.

"I could've made you mine." His whisper made the Halls of War sound even quieter.

"Oh please!" A voice said, breaking the god out of his thoughts. Ares didn't have to look to see that it was Discord--he heard it in the scoffing voice, and heard the click of her boots across his stone floor. "Would you please quit wallowing about her? You're obsessed."

"Go away."

"Oh now, Daddy." Discord purred, walking up to the god. He was slouched in his dark throne, an unhappy look on his face. "You're just upset." His vampire consort leaned towards, and Ares could see the darkening of her cleavage. "You want to play? I can make you feel better--" One hand was slowly brushing his arm, then his side, dipping lower and lower--

Ares felt a shiver creep up him. Maybe in the past he'd played with Discord, but that was because she was there and she was easy. It gave him momentary distraction. "I'm not in the mood."

For a moment, he heard nothing, and then a velvety voice that captured his days and haunted his nights spoke. "Not even now?"

Ares turned and had to blink. Standing before him was Xena. She smiled at him, but there was something wrong with her eyes. They didn't... have the right look, right attitude. For some reason, Ares found this bothered him. "Discord, stop it."

"Oh I'm not Discord." Xena's purr came to the God, and for a moment he could pretend. He could--

It wouldn't be the same.

"I'm not Discord, Ares. I'm Xena. Your favorite, remember?"

"I know. I don't want this." Ares rose from the throne and faced the image of his love. "Love's a bitch and I don't want it like this."

"Play nice now, Ares." Discord dropped her voice to a low purr just like Xena's. He had to admit that she had the warrior's posture and moves down fairly well. "And let me make it all--better." "Xena's" arms snaked around his neck, and "Xena" pulled him closer. Their lips met. Ares felt fire suddenly, and grasped Discord-Xena by the waist, pulling her to him.

His kisses were warm, deep, penetrating. Xena would never have allowed this, and maybe that's what made it so...good. Xena wouldn't let him touch her. But this was Xena. It felt like Xena. Tasted like her even if there was something missing.

Tired of probing her mouth with his tongue, Ares eyed her. "Take off your breastplates." He ordered.

Something else the real Xena would never allow. "Now." Ares thundered.

Discord eyed him. This was working all too well. She unhooked the heavy-metal padded bra and let it fall to the floor with a clink. She looked up at the god, awaiting his command.

"Now the dress." Ares ordered, waving a hand. "Strip." He almost wanted Discord to say something smart, something that Xena would come up with. But she didn't and on second thought, the god knew it would ruin the moment.

Discord took a second to unhook the leather bustier and slipped it off. Her warrior skirt came next and she was standing before the god in "Xena's" nudity. "Anything else?"

Oh by his own name, Ares was so hard already. He gazed at his former lover's "body" wanting to remember every detail of it. He walked towards "Xena" and grabbed for her. Holding the image of the warrior against his body, Ares assaulted her lips with hot kisses, his hands stroking down her well-muscled belly, towards her wet center.

And was she so wet. Almost delirious, the God waited a beat before his finger slipped into the slick, wet folds. A gasp came from the woman he was holding and right now he didn’t care who she was. His fingers sought the small bundle of nerves that would make her jerk.

His fingers rubbed the clit, then pinched it. Ares grinned darkly when he heard Discord gasp, and he could see her magic starting to fade, she was coming through the guise. “Don’t change.” Ares ordered her sternly. “Don’t you change on me.”

Discord did as she was told. She held the image, and became “Xena” once again. “More.” She pleaded throatily when Ares removed his hands.

“Shut up.” Ares felt better now, and if this had been Discord he would’ve tossed her to the floor. But it wasn’t Discord, at least for the moment. He was lost in this, his own private bliss. Slipping his hands under the round ass, the God of War pulled his lover to him. Discord’s hands went to Ares’s waist, tugging at his sword belt.

“Stop it.”

A sharp order made her drop her hands. Ares conjured the belt down. He pushed “Xena” into the wall, kissing her once, then making himself known by sliding into her warmth.

Oh. It felt so nice, so good…

Ares pressed himself inside of the “Warrior Princess”, burying himself in her warmth. Their bodies became one, Ares thrusting inside of the woman he desperately wanted for his own.

Discord closed her eyes, her head rolling backwards. She was trying to concentrate on staying herself, but it was so hard. Ares was inside of her, moving within her and it felt so nice. The sensation made her hips roll allowing him more entrance. Her back was up against the wall, the stone wall cold against her skin. She let out little whimpers, that became long moans.

Ares’s skin soon became beaded with sweat, and he could feel from the tightening of his own body that he was soon to find his pleasure. Discord seemed to be lost as well, even though she did a good job of holding up the disguise. He liked that.

Wanting to find that special area that would send the woman over the edge, Ares thrust inside of her hard once more. By now she was almost trembling, gasping, pleading. Ares felt his own eruption and when it happened he felt a tremor run through him.

Removing himself from Discord, Ares sighed. He felt more relaxed now, and didn’t even mind when the magic ebbed away and left the normal every day goddess.

She stared up at him, her dark eyes unblinking. “Feel better now?” She asked in a seductive voice.

Standing and buttoning his pants back up, the God eyed her. “Some wishes should never be granted, Discord.” Ares said. “Go away. I have things to do.”

~FIN~