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Ares grinned and laughed slightly as he appeared his nephew Strife close behind.
"Oh Ares, I love America!" Strife giggled. "All these stupid mortals."
Ares turned to Strife, "Oh, this isn't just any city my dear, dear nephew. This is Washington DC. The place where the whole government's nervous system lies."
Strife giggled, "I love the twentieth century. Loud music, pornography, breast implants, drinking...this place just reeks of our influence."
"Yes, this century does have its perks, I mean, only in America could we wear or godly leather without being looked upon as strangers. But," he said, his eyes lowering as a usual prelude to an emotional moment, "they've forgotten us. Without believers we're powerless. Sure, we help them out, but what do we get? Before we had legions of worshippers, now we only have a handful that converge over the Internet to talk about our TV show."
"But," Strife said slyly, "You must admit it was easy to talk the network into airing it."
"True, but what good is it?"
"We could start a religious revolution...get everyone to worship as they did before."
"Only better! Instead of introducing them to Zeus, we could make our own religion. I could be KING OF THE WORLD!"
Strife grinned, "You've seen Titanic too many times." But Ares didn't hear him; he was still in his moment of glory.
"Ha! That is what we'll do! I'm so glad I thought of it!"
"Anyway, I was researching people who could help us and one name kept popping up. It was someone right here in Washington, his name is Fox Mulder."
"Fox? His mother must have had a sense of humor. Well, before we go to see him, I believe a drink is in order. 'Dite mentioned something called a Bloody Mary."
"Hmm...I like it already."
They then went in search of the nearest bar.
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Mulder sighed from behind the dim desk lamp as he went over some old case files. It was near sunrise and everyone else had gone home to their family or what substituted for such. He sighed again, finally deciding it was time to go home and crash on the couch until it was seven or eight. He looked at the clock again as it sullenly flashed four ten. He got up and went to the door, then got into his car and drove. Almost on a whim he decided to stop by the bar before he went home, just a drink or two so he can sleep.
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Ares smiled as they entered the bar. The place was down right seedy, but judging from the tiny array it sported at this hour, they were sure to be served. Both took a seat, their leather squeaking on the cheap vinyl barstools.
"Hello there strangers." The bartender said, approaching them. "What would ya like ta drink?"
"Um..." Strife said, his gaze straying slightly so he was focused on a short man in a white leisure suit who was scaring off females left and right.
Ares finished, "Two Bloody Marys, please."
The man brought them the drinks and they looked hesitantly at the tomato drinks. Strife stirred his with a piece of celery that protruded from the top. Ares' face twisted into a slightly confused look and he picked up the glass and sipped lightly. "Its quite good." He said, then downed the rest of it.
Strife smiled and drank his slowly.
After an hour and four more bloody marys Strife looked up as the door opened. A handsome man walked in. His professional looking brunette haircut was slightly messed up, and his gray suit was wrinkled and a mustard stain was drying on his loosened tie. He sat down at the opposite end of the bar. He then decided to use his powers to listen the quiet conversation the man was having with the bartender.
Ares nodded at the bartender to bring him round number nine and Strife knew better than to interrupt, so he listened alone.
"Heya Mulder, another rough day at the office?" the bartender asked, brining him a beer.
"Yea." He answered, putting his fingers to his temples and rubbing as hard as he could. "I was going through some old cases trying to find a pattern."
"Ahh. I see. Sounds like a rough day. Tell ya what, this one's on the house."
"Thanks Lefty." He said, downing half the dripping mug in one hearty swig. "How about you?"
"Can't complain, day was just a bunch of regulars until those two came in."
"You mean the two guys in leather?"
"Yea, the small one seems to be more alert, he's only had four or five, but the big one, he just finished number ten."
"Geeze. I wouldn't serve him any more. I hope he's not driving."
"Yea, the thing is, he seems to be the brains, or maybe brawns, of the duo. Obviously superior to the smaller one. The poor little guy can't even go take a piss without askin."
"If they're bothering you I can clear 'em out. I am an FBI agent."
"Nah, its probably nothing. In an hour or so, the little guy'll prolly be rollin him out the door.
"Alright." Mulder said, finishing his drink. "I better be getting home. Think I'll hit the can first though." He finished, dropping a few ones on the bar and heading the bathroom.
Strife smirked as Ares finished his drink and they walked out to wait for the man the bartender had called Mulder.
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Ares leaned up against a parked car and smiled softly.
Strife stood beside him and fretted silently.
"So, you think he's our guy 'eh?" Ares said, smiling again, "You think that little guy can help us?"
"He's the guy Ares. Just give him a chance."
"Fine, but I think I'll let you talk to him. I'll just stand back and stare, he's got a nice ass."
"Okay, I can do that. We'll just get him to trust us."
Mulder came out the door and saw the tall brooding figure leaning on his car, and the smaller one wringing his hands nervously. They looked vaguely familiar, more than they had in the bar. "Uh, do I know you guys from somewhere?"
Strife's muscles tensed as he said, "Uh...yea, my name is..." he struggled for a name and figured the name of the guy that played him on TV would do, "I'm Joel."
"Well Joel, nice to meet you. Now, would you please get your friend off my car? It's..." he looked at his watch, "five fifteen, and I don't have work tomorrow, but I'll probably go in anyway."
"Well, uh...Kevin and I were...um..." he gulped audibly, straining for a reason to talk more.
Ares sighed, regretful that he'd let his nephew talk in his place. He spoke up, "I was admiring your beauty and wondered if we could go back to your place for some stimulating...conversation." He flashed a light smile, feeling a little like one of the prostitutes that seemed to be on every street corner.
"I see." Mulder replied, sounding slightly aroused. "And what makes me think I want you...both."
"You just looked a little lonely, like maybe you could use a couple of friends."
"Well, I don't know you. How do I know you aren't a couple of serial killers?"
"I have a feeling you'd know if we were. Now, do you want us or not? I'm sure there will be just as many possibilities if we went home."
"I shouldn't do this, but what the hell. Name's Fox."
"Fox, nice to meet you." Strife said.
"Well, get in. We'll go to my apartment."
Without another word the three of them got in the car, Ares and Mulder in front and Strife in back.
Within moments they were climbing the stairs to Mulder's apartment.
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Mulder smiled as the two men sat on the couch. "You guys want a soda or something?"
"Sure." Ares said, watching Mulder as he went to the small kitchen."
"What about you Joel?" He asked from the kitchen.
Strife looked to Ares and shrugged. Ares nodded. "Sure!" Strife said, getting up and going to help him.
"How can you stand him being so controlling?" Mulder whispered to Strife.
Strife looked at him and whispered softly, "I have no choice."
Mulder looked into his eyes and shook his head softly from side to side. He then grabbed three cans from the tiny refrigerator.
They exited the room and Mulder threw his coat onto the chair at his computer and unbuttoned his shirtsleeves. Then he took off his tie and undid a few buttons at the top. "That leather has to be uncomfortable." he commented.
"Yea," Ares answered, "But we've gotten used to it."
"I guess so." Mulder said, sitting on the long couch by Strife, who was now sandwiched in the middle.
Mulder laughed shakily. "I've never...uh, done this before."
"You're a virgin?" Ares said.
Strife swallowed as he realized Ares had propositioned him for more than just a conversation. He didn't know if he could go through with it, but knowing Ares he didn't have much of a choice.
"No! No," Mulder said smiling broadly, "God no."
Ares and Strife flinched at the mention of the single god.
"I've just never been in a threesome...its always been one on one."
"Well, we could always split up and do it separately." Ares said.
"No, I like the possibility, but I want to try this. This room is kinda cluttered though, lets go into my spare room."
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Ares and Strife stripped off their leather as Mulder lounged on an overstuffed green sofa.
"Wow, you guys are quick." Mulder said, looking into their faces. He stood up and moved towards the duo, not sure who to pick. He'd read about this too many times to count, and knew that the one you picked when you controlled the situation decided the whole thing. He pushed away such useless thoughts and was about to kiss Ares when Strife stepped forward and kissed him, probing deeply and pulling him to the floor.
Strife straddled Mulder's body, his knees by the man's and their throbbing cocks nearly touching, if only it weren't for Mulder's clothing.
Ares stood close by and fumed silently while Strife took charge. He pouted and grumbled slightly. "Damn youth." he thought, "I should be down there." For once he didn't know what to do next, so he did all he could do. He kneeled behind his nephew and began to caress the pale, smooth flesh he hated so dearly.
Strife grinned manicly and undid a button, planting kisses on the new patch of skin. Then did the same, pulling the bottom out of his pants and catching his first glimpse of Mulder's lower body. He undid the button and lowered the fly, then moved to the feet and yanked off the shoes and black socks.
Mulder sighed and let the duo do what they wished; he was enjoying the mere act of being striped more than any sex he'd ever had.
Ares' from turned into a sneer as Mulder moaned lightly when Strife yanked off his pants. He sat back on his heels and surveyed Mulder's form. "Nothing to go crazy about." He thought, "He's even a little dorky." He smiled and decided to enjoy himself. With a slight pang of lust he moved to Mulder's side and ripped off the briefs the agent was wearing and began to trace the small veins of Mulder's throbbing member.
Strife looked helplessly at Ares, who only glared back and continued to fondle Mulder with renewed fervor. Strife, out to top Ares, brought his lips down on the soft head and ran his tongue over the soft curves, pressing down on the most sensitive spots.
Mulder moaned again, the tender ministrations of Strife mixed with Ares' rough stroking making his body hum wildly.
Ares' own cock began to plead for attention and he let Strife tend to Mulder. With one mighty stroke he penetrated Strife's sweet ass.
Strife screamed around Mulder's thrusting cock, the pain from Ares' vicious penetration ripping through him. He began to suck with even more force than before, causing him to moan and claw at the wood floor.
Ares pounded Strife repeatedly with quick, powerful thrusts. His breath quickened and he reached down, grabbing onto Strife's pulsing member and jerking with each hard stroke.
Mulder's body began to quake and shudder and he came, spewing a warm load of his salty seed into Strife's waiting mouth.
Strife greedily swallowed ever drop and cried out as his own seed spilled onto the floor around his knees.
Ares pounded one last time and his orgasm hit as well, sending Strife sprawling onto Mulder with Ares on top of the pile.
Ares sighed and stood up, as did Strife.
Strife smiled and picked up the dazed Mulder and put him on the couch.
"Awesome..." Mulder lisped, his head swimming and body pulsing.
"Shh...Just go to sleep. We'll talk in the morning." Strife said softly, giving Mulder one last passionate kiss.
Within moments the agent was sleeping soundly.
Strife went to the linen closet and began to clean up the mess with a towel when Ares tapped him on the shoulder. He looked up and then to where Ares was looking.
"Hello boys."
"Uh...hi Zeus..." Strife mumbled, his heart pounding. Suddenly he knew, and assumed Ares did as well, that they were in big trouble.
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Please, come to the adjoining room so as not to wake Mister Mulder." Zeus ordered softly.
Strife and Ares walked into the large living room and shut the door behind them.
"Now," Zeus said, leaning against a low table. "I believe you both know what I'm here for."
The duo looked at each other and shrugged innocently.
"Oh come on! I am here to deliver your punishment for attempting to replace the current religious system with your own anarchy."
Ares replies, "Aren't we allowed a say?"
"You know very well that your words speak for themselves."
"How'd you find out?" Strife asked, pretty much admitting the guilt.
"An anonymous source brought me the information."
Ares fumed quietly, grumbling under his breath, his eyes fiery with rage. Strife blushed sheepishly and looked down at his feet, waiting for his punishment to be handed down.
"It has been decided that treason of this sort should not be taken lightly, but the prosecuting party, myself, decided you should get a lesser penalty because of the worlds current religious situation." Zeus sighed and unclasped his hands. "It should also be noted that I thought seriously of giving you both different penalties, but as you have committed the same crime I decided against it."
"Just cut the crap Zeus." Ares growled, "What's the penalty?"
"Well, my sons, you both shall suffer one of the worst possible penalties. I am revoking your godhood for one year. If you survive the year, it will be reinstated and you will be put on probation until deemed worthy."
Both men were agape and very confused. Ares retorted, "You can't do that!"
"Oh yes I can." He responded, grasping Ares' hands roughly.
Ares felt the power being drained from him and he fell to the ground in shock, grabbing at the floor and nearly passing out.
Strife stepped forward to take his punishment like a man, his pulse racing and head pounding. He could feel the power slowly being drained from his body. He felt weak, helpless, and human.
Zeus threw a pack down by Ares' head and handed one to Strife. "Inside are the essentials to begin your mortal life. Remember, one year, I'll be watching you." Then he disappeared.
Ares came out of the shock and stood beside Strife. "Well, what are we going to do?" He asked.
"Actually," Strife said gently, "I think I'll stay with Mulder, he intrigues me beyond belief."
"Right. You just want a cheap fuck." Ares snorted.
"Well, if that's what you want to believe, I won't stop you."
"Fine. I don't care. I'm outta here! I have a few contacts I've met over the Internet, I'm sure they'll let me crash with them."
"Fine!" Strife retorted, "See you in a year.... KEVIN!"
"Oh no, you'll hear for me before the deadline. That I assure you of...JOEL!" Ares said, then stalked to the other room, put on his leathers, then left the apartment and out of Strife's mind...for the moment.
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Strife sighed and sat on the black leather couch, the cool leather inviting to his warm ass. He picked up the backpack from the floor and went through it, pulling out its contents. He threw aside most of it, some clothes, a pair of black military boots, and a black leather belt. He glanced through a manila folder with a punch of paperwork, a state driver's license (Which he pulled out), and birth certificate. Then he opened a pouch in the front to find it loaded with money, tens twenties, fifties and a few hundreds. He plucked out the leather walled from his pile of clothing and filled it with some of the money and his driver's license. Frowning slightly he slid into a pair of white briefs and covered them with a comfortable pair of jeans. "Mortal..." Strife grumbled to himself, "Human..." He sighed and slid a baggy white t-shirt over his chest.
Softly he sighed and put the shoes and belt back into the pack and threw it over the arm of the couch and stuffed his wallet in his right back pocket. Then he crossed the room and went into the spare room where Mulder was sleeping on the couch. He noticed his leathers were gone and shrugged slightly, then approached the sleeping Mulder. "Oh Mister Mulder..." he whispered, "Wake up time."
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Mulder let his eyes flutter open and Strife kissed his forehead gently.
"Joel?" Mulder whispered, coming out of his sleep-induced daze.
"Yes." Strife responded, helping Mulder to sit up, "I'm here."
Mulder sighed and looked at Strife as he sat beside him, "Where's your friend, Kevin?"
Strife swallowed and prepared his lie, then said, "He left me, just gave me all the stuff I had and took off." He began to cry lightly at the realization of the fact that he was basically alone in this huge world with only this man, Mulder to save him. He looked at the man through teary eyes.
"Hey man, it's not a problem." Mulder said, putting his arm around Strife and pulling him closer. He flinched when a silver medallion flashed the sun into his eyes. "Whoa. What's that?"
"Oh, this?" Strife answered, fingering the metal.
Mulder nodded and looked closely, it appeared to be Greek.
"Its just something I picked up somewhere." Strife lied, it was actually his Greek symbol, something that had been long forgotten.
"Oh. Want some breakfast? I'm a lousy cook but I can make scrambled eggs and sausage."
Strife's stomach grumbled a little, "Yea, I guess I'm due for a meal."
Mulder stood and pulled Strife up and they progressed to the kitchen. "You gonna cook naked?" Strife asked, smiling lightly.
"I've done it before." Mulder said, "But for you I'll wear the frilly white apron." He said, laughing lightly and tying the apron around his waist.
"Mmm...Sexy." Strife responded, sitting in a chair and watching Mulder cook.
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Strife smiled and licked his lips as Mulder brought over a heaping bowl of hot scrambled eggs and a plate of greasy sausages. Silently he went and brought out two plates while Mulder brought out a pitcher of juice. They ate in silence until Strife spoke.
"Mmmm...Good food!" Strife said, munching at the pile of eggs he was served and shoving a couple of sausages in his mouth. "The best I've ever had."
"Well," Mulder said, finishing off a glass of orange juice, "I did my best and hoped it would impress you."
Strife laughed lightly, not his usual insane giggle, but a real human laugh. "Why would you want to impress me. I'm nobody important."
"Oh, to be perfectly honest, there is something about you. You're special..."
"In a good way I hope." Strife said, his smile dwindling a little.
"Oh yea! Hell yea. I mean, I'm just so drawn to you."
"Wow." Strife said, cleaning the last of his eggs off his plate and helping himself to more and a tall glass of juice. "I've never had anyone actually enjoy my presence. I mean, Are...I mean Kevin, was the only one to ever understand me."
Mulder puzzled at the little slip. If Joel and Kevin were as close as he thought they were, he wouldn't let something like a name slip. Suddenly he realized his new friend was hiding something and it had to do with his friend, and the silver medallion. "Well, I don't see why that so. You seem like a really great person."
"Thanks. It's just that back where I came from I was looked upon as a pest, an imp, and all kinds of dreadful things I don't know about. Then
"Ah." Mulder said, finishing his breakfast. "Where exactly are you from anyway?"
"It's not really important. I guess my roots go back to Greece."
"I see. I was in Athens for a case once, about a year ago. Some raving lunatic was running around and destroying stuff. When Scully and I detained him, he kept claiming to be Hercules."
Strife remembered that incident all too well. Hercules had turned out to be an immortal after all, and after petitioning the gods Iolaus had been allowed to partake in the golden apples, consequently becoming immortal himself. That day the partners had gotten into an argument and Ares was watching. When Herc saw Ares he went crazy, breaking stuff and beating on Ares. Strife didn't remember Mulder being there, but he was too busy watching Ares to really care. "Scully?" he asked.
"Yea, my partner. She's had a hell of a time lately. I'd tell you the rest, but its top secret." Mulder lied, it wasn't really top secret, he just didn't want to explain the whole situation quite yet.
"I see. You probably have pretty strong feelings for her."
"No, not really. For I long time I suppose I was in love with her, but as our lives progressed we've been growing farther apart. Then I met this guy, Alex, and she got all bitchy. Anyway, he turned out to be a...bad idea, but she's been pretty cold to me since."
"Ouch." Strife said, shaking his head, "Women." He himself had slept with only a handful of women in his centuries, but could understand Mulder's pain.
"Yea. Tell me about it. It really doesn't matter now though." Mulder replied, standing up and taking the large pile of empty dishes to the sink. He put them in and looked to Strife. "I've got my eyes on someone else at the moment." He said, flirtatiously.
Strife smiled, picking up on Mulder's hint immediately. "Well, what would you say if this person kissed you right now?" He flirted back.
"Well," Mulder acted like he was thinking, "I'd probably get down on my hands and knees, then beg him to stay with me, at least for a few days."
"Begging isn't the best thing you can do on your knees." Strife said, blushing slightly.
"Well, that'll come after he decides to stay."
Strife moved to where Mulder was standing by the sink and kissed him deeply, untying the apron and pulling it off. He then broke the kiss and said; "I'll stay." his soft words warming Mulder's ear.
Mulder replied by kissing him again and working his hands into the back of Strife's loose jeans, his fingers gliding over the flawless skin. "You're so beautiful." He murmured into Strife's ear, nibbling it lightly. "So perfect and flawless." He moved down to the neck and nuzzled it lightly.
Strife moaned lightly as his body tingled and hummed with delight. The feel of Mulder's soft lips and warm breath on his neck and shoulders sending erotic chills all through him.
Mulder pulled off the thin white shirt Strife was wearing pulling his hands from the tender globes of the soft bottom and letting his fingers dance over the pale, yet muscular flesh of Strife's chest. He brought his mouth down on a single dark bud, flicking his tongue over the surface.
Strife let his head fall back and he ran his hand through Mulder's sweaty hair. Warmth spread throughout him and a lusty blush caressed his cheeks.
In one deft move Mulder picked up Strife's light body and sat him on the counter. He looked up into Strife's face like a scared child.
Strife smiled slightly, knowing Mulder could see the want, his animal hunger being drawn out.
Without a word Mulder lowered the fly and unbuttoned the light jeans and with a little help managed to pull them off along with the white briefs. He smiled gently when Strife's hard cock sprang forth, the head a bright red. Mulder stopped for a second, realizing that he was about to begin an act he'd only performed a few times, and never under these conditions. His body hummed with lust and he continued on.
Strife gasped as he felt Mulder's lips and tongue caress his throbbing member, clenching his muscles tightly. As the man ran his tongue along the ridges of sensitive spots Strife began to thrust slightly, rocking his hips.
Mulder worked faster, ignoring the tickle caused by Strife's thrusts against the back of his throat. After a moment of hesitation he began to stroke and cradle Strife's balls, waiting to receive the precious contents.
Strife moaned, calling out to the gods. He shrieked softly and his muscles tensed as his whole body began to quake. After another thrust he felt a glow pass over his body and he yelled out as he shot his seed into Mulder's warm mouth. As soon as the man released him he slid off the counter and into his arms, kissing his lips and letting his tongue probe the depths of the unfamiliar mouth. He felt Mulder's cock prodding into his stomach and he began to rub his body against it, causing Mulder to gasp slightly as his breathing got heavier.
Mulder held Strife closer, rubbing their bodies together at a faster rate. He bit into his lip and let out a hiss of breath. The erotic sensations overwhelmed him as they moved in unison and within moments his body took on a pinkish blush and his muscles tensed. His cock jolted against Strife and his warm seed spewed forth, spattering on them and the counter's base.
Strife grinned and grabbed for a washcloth, placing warm kisses all over Mulder's face and neck, then turning and wiping up the mess.
Mulder smiled and kissed Strife as he took the rag. "Let's hit the showers." He murmured softly.
Strife nodded in agreement and they walked to the bathroom arm in arm.
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