Hello, darlings! :)

I've been lurking here for a while and must say I'm enjoying the chatter immensely. Now. To introduce. Call me laughing Liz. :) I'm NOT new to fandom or fanfic (het and slash), but I'm new to Herc slash. Oh! Stop looking for my credentials, you naughty people ... and who is this fellow checking under my skirt? Off! Off! Anyway (adjusting bodice) ... And just as he... er, *I* was just getting to the good bits!

I'm saying hello to you all by way of a naughty story. My one and only warning - I *don't* write long stories. Just naughty things that pop into my head, so I hope that's all right. Judging by the reaction to most naughty things here though, I'd say I'll find a nice warm spot to *fit* right in. ;))

You're all lovely. Such brave and naughty boys and girls. Anywho - enjoy!

Title: Iolaus, Master of My Heart

Rating: R, adult, consensual (I only rate things NC-17 if it's non-consensual or a little on the kinky side) ;)

Feedback: Keep it nice and I'll be putty in your hands. ;)) Ooh, what a luverly image! Flames might well have you written into my next story as a horse about to be gelded. Not that I don't mind a *little* criticism... Just keep it nice, darlings, okay? As for me, I'm simply terrible at anything more than "thank you, lovee, that was marvelous" but will be glad to give anyone a buck UP, shall we say? ;)

Summary: The small brawny stud gets the upper, er- *hand* (well, it's about the same size) of the big brawny stud.

To the writers/producers of Herc: TLJ - No one is getting rich off of this, although a few people might get a little (or a LOT of) pleasure. :) And if you didn't intend for the lot of us to be writing these naughty stories, then next time don't cast two perfectly marvelous stud-puppets in the lead roles. My, my, my...

"Iolaus..."

Herc's full lips whispered the name again as he stroked his fingers through his lovers tawny silken curls. He lay upon some leathers on a soft pile of hay in the quiet barn, his straining manhood being dutifully worshiped by his faithful, his lovely Iolaus.

He loved this part of their days together. First, having a wash to remove the roads dust, laying their garments out to air them of the sweaty musk that even now perfumed the air around their nude and glistening bodies. And then this. Always this. Iolaus seemed to zero in on his need and gently encouraged him to give over.

He always did.

People they met assumed he was the strong one, that he was Goliath to Iolaus's lovely David. Some even called Iolaus a catamite and some made crude jokes in taverns of how Herc probably used him.

Herc knew down inside that it was *he* who was the weak one. Iolaus was pure strength and powerful grace. Iolaus never capitulated. He gave himself willingly. And he always initiated their encounters. Herc did not have the bravery for that, but Iolaus had. He had shown him just how it could be between them. And he kept showing him.

Like now.

That mouth so skillful at so many things, but *this* ... ahh. Herc began to move, undulating beneath his lovers manipulating tongue. Iolaus was laving his hefty scrotum, one of his fingers gently teasing his tight fissure, the other hand firmly stroking his towering rod.

His herculean organ was slowly leaking, that silky fluid Iolaus spread from root to tip with his loving carress. Already he had thrown his knees wide, giving himself over entirely to his beautiful blonde love.

Iolaus accepted his invitation, moving up to capture his knees with his powerful arms and gently bend them back, his own rampant hardness a triumphant sword seeking his tight sheath. It, too, leaked with copious need and Herc moaned as Iolaus rubbed it all along his tight, muscular entry, the moist head slowly easing in with each slow twist of his hips.

Sweat began to drip along Iolaus face as he sought entry and Herc reached a hand up now to stroke that powerful neck and traced a hand down to that glistening muscular chest. Taut brown nipples graced that perfection, slowly crinkling into hard little buttons that seemed to beg for Herc's touch. He gently tweaked them, smiled as Iolaus gasped, gasping himself as Iolaus slid home. His fingers closed on those crinkled nubs of flesh and he gloried in Iolaus outcry.

That wonderfully warm and familiar invader slid in and out past his muscular anal ring, making him shudder and strain. His fingers gently pinched and then kneaded his lovers hard, aching nipples.

When Iolaus began to thrust faster, Herc released those perky nipples and reached downward to cup that wonderfully bulging brown scrotum that pressed against his tight buttocks. Soon, it would be soon. His heavy organ began to throb and leak again against his flat belly.

"Do it."

Iolaus voice was harsh with lust and Herc felt the slow flush as his face burned.

"Do it!"

He was no one's slave, but in here, between them, he did Iolaus bidding.

Herc reached one hand down and took his own member in hand. It throbbed and he longed to stroke it but waited for Iolaus permission.

His golden, gleaming lover nodded. "Do it. Touch yourself."

Herc closed his eyes and began to move his fist up and down on his aching swollen manhood. Despite himself he tried to thrust, making Iolaus push forward a bit tighter, making him bend a bit more and Herc moaned as that thickness pressed against that special place of pleasure inside him.

"Do it, Herc. Do it."

Herc closed his hand tightly and began to stroke, hard. He tickled at Iolaus scrotum with his free hand, both now straining for completion. He could feel Iolaus burning rod pulsing inside him now.

"Mother of Zeus!"

Iolaus suddenly clenched tight, his face frozen in a rictus of pain and pleasure. Herc jerked himself faster and tighter and as Iolaus shuddered and shuddered, as his thick, warm essence spillled deep within him, a strangled cry escaped his own lips.

Burning hot seed spilt over his fist, burst forth onto his glistening chest and along his tight, flat abdomen.

As Iolaus gathered himself and gently withdrew, the flared head of his organ dragged across that inner flesh that gave him such pleasure and more seed trickled from him.

Herc sighed as his lovely hunter lay back between his legs and began gently licking the seed he had spilt.

"Mm... so sweet and so salt."

Herc smiled, drowsy. He ran his unsoiled hand along a whisker-rough cheek. His fingers pressed a silent message of acceptance.

"You don't have to do that."

"No. But I want to."

Always the same comment, always the same response. Herc nodded.

As he drifted off to sleep, it was with the feeling of his lovers warm, rough tongue gently laving his sticky skin clean.

THE END

Ooh, I must say ... I deeply appreciate getting that image out of my poor addled head. How could I concentrate on dancing lessons with *that* going through my brain I ask you? Such wild notions one gets as one gets older. Anywho, that's all for now. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. :)

Ta-ta, darlings!

And do feel free to feed me back!

Laughing Liz :D -aka- OdoGoddess