I was on toppa him when I woke up. Don't ask me how I got there, since he ain't exactly small, an' I couldn'ta just rolled ovah on him. I guess it's just wunna tha mysteries of tha universe. Or mebbe his arms around my waist had somethin ta do with it.

It was only barely mornin. Apollo hadn't had time ta even get his nags warmed up good. Ya know, rosy fingahs of dawn an' all that poetic crap. An' here I am, draped ovah him. We're talkin fuckin intimate here, people. My head was on his pillow, my nose right up against his cheek, an' we was more or less flat tagethah from breast bone ta... Well, my knees were on tha outside of his.

I was tryin ta figure out how I was gonna get offa him without wakin him up when tha question was rendered moot. His eyes had found anothah color. They're grey in tha mornin.

He just kinda stared up at me, an' I felt like I'd bettah say somethin, so I said, "Ain't that kinda uncomfortable on yer wings?"

"They're pretty flexible. They fold up flat. And I'm very comfortable right now."

"Yah, well, ya'd be more comfortable if ya weren't bein squooshed, I s'pose." I started ta roll offa him, but his arms tightened, cinchin me against him. I blinked. "Oh. Um. Yer awake."

He nodded, and pushed his hips up at me. "So are you."

Ooo. Oh, man, that felt good. I guess most men, god or mortal, wake up with a hard-on. Usually it means ya need ta pee. Sometimes, if yer lucky, it's for othah reasons. This time it was tha othah reason. I really needed ta go somewhere private an' take care of that. "Uh, Cupe, I need ta go ta tha little god's room."

"In a minute." He moved again, slidin against me, an' I moaned. I could feel Cupid's erection rubbin against my own, an' it was like a rock wrapped in hot velvet.

I think I told ya, I wasn't exactly a virgin, but it'd all been mortals so far. An' it had only been... so far, ya know? Okay, ta lay it on tha line, I'd always been tha one doin tha doin. I'd never, like, raped anybody. Nevahmind my rep, I don't get inta that shit. An' it was nevah necessary. If yer a god, even a minor one like me, ya got yer groupies. Buuut...

Hey, sex is good. Sex is great. I like sex. A lot. But this was tha first time I'd evah got inta somethin with someone I really knew. With tha mortals it was just wham, bam, thank ya, ma'am. Or sir, as tha case may be. *snicker* That was it. Quick cleanup (for them, too, if I was in a good mood) an' zip on outta there, an' I didn't hafta worry about 'ya nevah write, ya neveh visit, what about my needs?'. They didn't expect it, did they? But with Cupe...

With Cupe that would be different. I'd see him around Olympus, I'd run inta him at family gatherins, or when he came ovah ta visit Ares. An' that could get awkward. Yeah, he might be horny right now... He gave anothah push up, an' I groaned. Oh, yeah, he was horny right now, all right.

Where was I? Yeah. Right now he was horny, but he was gonna hafta see me around for a long time aftah tha heat wore off. A long, long time. Tha mortals liketa natter on about 'forevah'. *snort* They got no concept. We do. Eternity is eternity with us. An' I couldn't stand tha thought of seein that 'Oh, no. What tha fuck was I thinkin?' look in his eyes when we ran inta each othah. So I figured I'd bettah cut this off before it went too far an' he had a memory that was gonna make him wince every time he saw me.

"Cupe, look, it's mornin, all right? Time ta get up."

Anothah hump. "I am up. Haven't you noticed."

"Puns are s'posed ta be my department." I was startin ta sweat. "An' yeah, I noticed. We, uh... Bliss. Bliss could come runnin in at any minute, an I don't know about you, but I got no explanation ta give tha kid that would covah this situation."

There, that should do it: appeal ta his paternal instincts. Everyone knew that bein Aphrodite's grandson an' Cupid's kid, Bliss was gonna be one wise little dude when it came ta tha... um... physical aspects of human interaction. Sheesh. Takes a lotta breath ta say that insteada 'sex'. Anyways, he was gonna know a heckuva lot more a heckuva lot earlier than most people, but Cupe still wasn't gonna push it in his face. He said tha kid needed time ta just be a kid. I figured that bringin up tha possibility of us gettin interrupted again would turn tha trick.

I figured wrong. "He's with Mom. She promised to keep him today, and she's always over before sunup to sneak him over to her place before he wakes up. She likes to watch him sleep."

"Oh." He unlaced his hands from behind my back, but before I could pull off, they slid down an' came ta rest on my ass, then pulled, movin me against him. "Oh!"

"Do you have any more excuses?" He pulled again, an' I bit my lip. "Come on, tell me now so I can knock them down and we can get on with this."

I was gettin desperate, for more than one reason. Last ditch effort, I went ta sarcasm. "It's my time of tha month?" He laughed. "Well, it works for Ma. Course she's usually blastin someone inta tha next country when she says it."

Cupid kept laughing "Oh, man! Discord on the rag. Now that's scary."

"Your tellin me? All I can say is it's a damn good thing I'm hard ta kill."

He stopped laughin, an' those eyes darkened again, goin from clear gray ta stormy. I was sorry I said it. He had his own family problems, he didn't need me whinin. "Look, Cupe, ya don't wanna do this. It's like I'm a natural shit magnet. Things just happen around me, an' I don't even start 'em all. I'm more trouble than I'm worth."

His voice was quiet. "Who says so?"

I shrugged. "Pretty much everybody."

Anothah pull. He was more or less humpin my body against him. It felt fantastic. "I do want this, Strife."

I let my head drop down on his chest, sighin. "Ah, crap. Well, ya can't save somebody from themselves, I guess." I started ta rock my hips.

He sighed. "Yes. It's even better when you're acting instead of just reacting."

"I'm a pro-active sorta guy."

We moved tagethah. Oh, boy, it was good. As we got fastah, his hands slid around, grippin an' pullin. I could feel my cheeks spread, cool air whiffin ovah tha damp, heated skin of the crevice. Before I had a chance ta decide whethah or not I liked that, Cupid rolled us ovah, landing on top of me.

Well, this was novel. Last night he'd just sorta hovered till Bliss landed on him. Now he was stretched out on toppa me. I felt tha weight of someone pressin me down inta tha mattress, an I wondered how it was that women did this all tha time. It was kinda scary. It's hard not ta feel little an' helpless when someone does that ta ya. I wasn't about ta say anythin about that, though. Ya don't show weakness, ya don't let anyone know ya feel vulnerable--anyone. Too fuckin many people will use that, some of my own relatives included. I know. I learned that a long time ago.

But mixed up in tha worry an' tha anxiety I was feelin was a sorta thrill that went beyond plain ol' lust. Nobody evah took control of me in a situation like this. They nevah dared. Think about it--if things went tha wrong way, would you want tha God of Mischief down on yer ass?

So, though my ass had been kicked in many an' varied ways by a variety of people, when it came ta sex I'd always been in charge. Till now, it looked like.

Cupid pushed a knee between my legs. When I spread 'em, he settled between my thighs, braced his uppah body up offa me with his hands on eithah side, an' started ta pump. We were both leakin by then, an' the warm, slippery fluid spread ovah our groins an' bellies, makin tha slide even easier.

I hooked my feet ovah tha back of his legs an' bucked up ta meet him, slow an' steady. I reached between us an' stroked first his cock, then my own, then his, feelin tha difference in texture an' shape. He whispered, "That's nice. That's so nice."

He moved more quickly, an' I closed my eyes, losin myself in tha sensation. I heard a rustlin sound an' opened them again. Cupid was thrustin against me, hard an' fast, an' he'd spread his wings. I don't think he even knew it, but they were open in a great, white expanse, sorta framin him as he moved ovah me.

I couldn't resist it. I put my arms up, reachin around him, my hands settlin at tha small of his back. Then I slid up, an' up, till I came ta tha wings. I found tha spot where they joined his body. When I touched it, he made a noise, then bit his lip, an' sped up even more.

Oh, ho. I ran my fingahs lightly along tha join, an' he grunted. Tha wings flapped, an' I could feel tha shift of tha muscles undah his skin. I rubbed, findin that he had down, like chick fuzz, between tha smooth skin an' tha silky feathahs farther up.

"Strife..." His voice was kinda choked.

"Ya like that?" I rubbed a sensitive spot, just at tha base of each wing, an' they flapped again, quick an' hard. He cried out, his head goin back. *Oo, yeah. Call tha cartographahs, I think I just mapped outta new erogenous zone.*

He rammed against me, an' I felt a gush of hot liquid on my belly while Cupid trembled ovah me. Even though it was ovah, I didn't really wantta stop. I kept runnin my hands ovah his back an' sides, pettin him. "Okay, now ya gonna let me up?"

He frowned slightly. "Strife, you haven't finished yet."

"Uh, no. That's all right." I wiggled. "Just lemme go ta anothah room for a minute, an'..." I was cut off with a gasp as he reached between us an' wrapped his hand around me.

"You don't really think that I'm so selfish I'd leave you like this, do you?"

"No, but..." He was rubbin tha clear fluid ovah my glans with his thumb. "Look, Cupe, ya don't hafta do this."

"What do you mean, 'have to', silly? This isn't some sort of obligation. I want to bring you off. I want to see what you look like when you come."

"I make funny faces, just like everyone else."

"Let's see." His hand worked quickly. His touch was gentle, but firm, an' I found that I was workin my hips, shovin my hard dick furthah inta his grip. I lost tha power of speech right about tha time he reached down an' started ta play with my balls.

"I think you're close, cuz," he whispered. All I could do was pant an' whimper. "Just a little more. Maybe this..."

His hand slid down farther, finger pushin inta tha crease of my ass, an' it passed across tha pucker of my asshole. I screamed an' grabbed his shouldahs as I came. He kept strokin me, ass an' cock, as I emptied my balls.

I watched, pantin, as he lifted his hand ta his mouth an' tasted tha milky drops that clung ta his fingers. Curious, I ran my finger ovah my belly an' looked at tha fluid I'd collected. "Is this mine, or yours?"

He gripped my wrist, then took my fingah in his mouth, suckin it softly. *Oh, shit. If he keeps doin that, I'm gonna get hard again.*

He released tha hand, smackin his lips. Thoughtful, he said, "I think it's a little of both. If you're interested in how I taste, you can find out next time."

*Next time? Crap. I gotta nip this in tha bud, for both of our sakes.*

He was leanin down ta kiss me, an' I shook my head, turnin my face away. "What's wrong?"

He put his fingers undah my chin, tryin ta turn me back so he could look in my eyes. I didn't let him, though. I shut 'em tight. "Don't kiss me."

He was quiet for a long time. "Why not?"

"Just don't, okay? I'm not tha kissin sort."

"I thought..."

"Look, we've had a nice little eye-openah here, Cupe. Time ta get outta bed an' get inta tha real world, dontcha think?"

"What have I done wrong?"

His voice sounded so sad that I just wanted ta kick myself, but that's nothin new. I'm used ta disappointin people. I made myself laugh. "Nothin. Ya were terrific. Heck, I s'pose it's impossible for ya ta be less than terrific. But we got things ta do, right? Quicker this shit is set right, quicker I'm outta your blonde hair, so c'mon. Lemme up, ya big lug."

I felt him touch my face, big hands movin gently, strokin my cheeks. Just before he moved offa me he said it again. "If this is the way it has to be," But then he added, "for now."