Thievery and Punishment
Admittedly, in hindsight, it hadn't been a smart idea to try and steal the Ruby of Carnasium from the God of War, but the King of Thieves was never one to reject a challenge. However, getting caught and by Ares himself, hadn't been a part of Autolycus' plan.
<Shouldn't have drunk quite so much wine> Auto mused to himself.
All he had had to do was bide his time until the Festival of Dionysis was well underway, sneak into Ares' temple, grab the ruby and be gone before anyone was the wiser. Unfortunately for Autolycus, Ares wasn't a 'stay until the end of the festival' kind of god.
No amount of slick talking or finagling could get the thief out of the predicament his was in, and what's worse, Ares didn't seem himself. He seemed like a man possessed, intent on one thing, and Autolycus was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Ares pushed Autolycus through the doorway, his anger getting the best of him. Both men stood face to face in the dimly lit room, the gold buttons on Autolycus' red tunic glittering in the moonlight that crept through the window of Ares' bedchamber.
Ares wore his customary black leather. His hugged his lower body quite snuggly as Autolycus noticed. Ares' looked as though he wanted to lash out at something, or someone.
And that someone, was Autolycus.
Ares' easily could ward off any attack from Autolycus, but in the blink of an eye, the mortal, emboldened by the effects of Festival wine, grabbed up an empty glass from a table, breaking it off and leaving jagged edges below the neck. He spun around and in a panic, lashed out at Ares and grinned as the glass's edge cut across the god's right bicep.
Ares retaliated with a blast from his left hand, sending Autolycus reeling to the floor. The dark-haired 'king' growled in fury as he spit up blood from his now busted lip. He turned quickly and jumped back up on his feet. He was a survivor - had been from a very young age. But more importantly, he was competitive and would never back down from a fight. He'd be damned if he let Ares, an apparently drunk Ares as that, beat him!
The cut on Ares' arm bled quite profusely and he grasped it with his left hand. Within moments, the gash was healed, leaving only the trail of immortal blood behind. Ares didn't know why he was so angry with Autolycus. Yes he had tried to steal from him, but the fury that Ares was feeling went far beyond that. Now he just wanted to make Autolycus bleed too.
"It didn't have to be this way," Ares growled, moving to keep away from the broken glass. "If you weren't so greedy, none of this would have happened."
Autolycus just laughed, his wide grin illuminating the room. "But then I wouldn't have been able to see the expression on your face when you saw me coming out of your temple," replied Autolycus coyly. He continued on. "It seems as though you're faltering in your old age, Ares. What would people say if they found out that a mere mortal thief like me could steal away the Carnasium Ruby from the Big Bad God of War?"
Ares' expression didn't falter, but inside he was fuming. He would put a stop to Autolycus' machinations. He was going to make the mighty King of Thieves pay for what he did.
As Autolycus struck out at him yet again, Ares grabbed his wrist and twisted it around behind his back, slamming him up against the brick wall. Their two bodies were hot against one another. Ares twisted Autolycus' wrist harder and harder until he let go of the bottle. Ares picked up the chard and tossed it across the room and away from either of them.
Autolycus struggled under the tight grip of Ares' arms, to no avail. His right arm was twisted behind his back in Ares' hand while his left arm stretched across his chest as they both were pressed hard against the cool wall. Pulling down, Ares forced Autolycus to slide down the wall until he was kneeling on the lush red rug of his bedchamber, his forehead leaning against the wall.
The action excited both men, though neither one would admit that first. Ares leaned down low and his warm breath tingled at Autolycus' ear as Ares' pulse raced through his own veins. His voice was low as he spoke, piercing right through Autolycus. "I told you it didn't have to be this way," he said slowly.
Quickly he turned Autolycus around and knelt down in from of him; the two men were now face to face, mere inches apart from one another. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of faintly perfumed air, sweat, leather, and the smell unique to highly aroused men.
Autolycus grinned even as Ares' forearm held at his neck. Ares growled in anger, just before slamming his full lips on Autolycus'. The intensity of the move drove Autolycus' head back into the wall, but he could care less. He stopped his struggling to wrap his arms around Ares' body.
Ares was shocked at Autolycus' reaction, but he too, could care less about it. He drove his tongue deeper and deeper into Autolycus' mouth, tasting the blood from his busted lip. Ares pressed the mortal further and further into the wall. Their bodies were both drenched in a sheen of sweat, and slid against each other. Ares dropped his arm away from Autolycus' throat, moving it instead around to grab a handful of his thick dark hair.
To Ares, Autolycus tasted sweet yet still retaining a bit of saltiness. And to Autolycus, Ares tasted of leather and wine. Each man answered the others needy thrust of the tongue with one of their own, sucking greedily on the opposing, invading tongue. In one fluid motion both men were suddenly lying side by side in the middle of the rug carpet.
Autolycus felt Ares' hands roam up and down his back; his hands the only barrier between Autolycus and the brick wall. Ares' hands moved lower and lower until they gripped the waistband of the other man's pants. In one thought, Ares divested them both of their clothing and they lie naked on the floor of Ares' bedchamber, entwined in each other's arms.
Autolycus found himself face down on the warm carpeted floor as Ares held him by the shoulders. Ares lay to Autolycus' left side, covering most of the other's body with his own. The only sounds to be heard were the cheering and revelry from festival-goers, and the two of them gasping for the breath that their starved bodies so desperately needed. And yet, there was something else their body craved as well. Something more than that breath.
Slowly, one of Ares' hands made it's way down the length of Autolycus' body. It traced every plane, every line. He carefully made his way to Autolycus' ass. Ares could see no reason to be the gentle, kind lover. Raw, intense lust filled the God of War. Ares pulled Autolycus up to his knees, his hands never leaving his shoulder, or his ass.
Without warning or pretense, Ares pushed a slick, wet finger deep into Autolycus. "You really should relax," Ares told Autolycus, who threw his head back and panted, but Ares' movements only served to raise Autolycus' lust all the more.
Circling and probing, a second finger joined the other, moving deeper and deeper, reaching for the spot, that one spot that would cause Autolycus to explode.
Autolycus was slowly losing any control he had left but he'd be damned if he gave Ares the satisfaction. He gritted his teeth as the fingers continued to enflame his desires. Autolycus couldn't tell if he was feeling pleasure, pain or a glorious mixture of both. Unable to stand it any longer, he began pushing his hips back towards Ares. The need for more pressing him forward.
Suddenly the fingers were removed and Autolycus fell forward, his head collapsing on his clenched fists. Almost whimpering, he begged Ares not to stop. He turned his head and looking back to Ares. "Don't stop now!" Autolycus' dark eyes were filled with immeasurable need and lust, and he saw that same look mirrored in the blazing eyes of the War God.
Ares scowled at Autolycus. His cropped hair was drenched in sweat and a few short strands fell across his face. Ares grabbed Autolycus' hips and in one aching thrust, filled Autolycus completely. Autolycus arched his back, mewling as the feeling of pain and fire filled him.
Ares paused a mere few seconds before falling into a steady, but intense rhythm. The strokes were long and Autolycus took Ares in all the way. Ares draped himself over Autolycus' body. He began nipping at his neck, ear and shoulders. Autolycus' senses were fast becoming overloaded with unbearable stimulation.
Ares' grip on the other man's hips became tighter as he increased the pace. The long strokes ended, becoming shorter, faster, and more violently jarring. Ares gritted his teeth, the muscles in his face, neck and chest becoming strained.
Ares removed one hand from Autolycus' hips, making its way to Autolycus' own hard cock and started mimicking his punishing pace. Autolycus couldn't stand it much longer. He screamed out in frustration, wanting Ares to finish, as well as reach his own end.
The thrusts became shorter and the pace faster until, with one erratic, thundering thrust, Ares came, filling Autolycus. Ares roared as he did so, his hand digging painfully into Autolycus' hip. Continuing his manipulation of Autolycus' cock, he didn't have to wait long until Autolycus, too, came in a fury. Autolycus arched his back, his hands clenched into fists as he covered Ares' hand, and his own chest, with his sticky, sweet seed.
The two collapsed to the ground in a heap. Ares withdrew from Autolycus and lie on his back, while Autolycus lay on his side, nearly on his stomach. Neither man moved for moments, each gasping for breath.
Finally, Autolycus was the first to speak. "Next time we meet, *I* get to pick the spot. And it won't be a drunken gods wine festival." Ares continued to steady his breathing, and unseen by Autolycus, he grinned.