SHADOW OF THE SOUL

It had started out as beautiful day.  There was just enough of bite of coolness in the spring morning air to make brisk walking a pleasure.

“Persephone must be paying Hades a quick visit,” Iolaus laughed.  “It’s not normally this cool at this time of the year.”

Hercules chuckled.  “One of these days Persephone is going to put her foot down and tell both Hades and Demeter off.”

Iolaus half-frowned.  “I just hope she does it without making one or both of them mad at mortals.”  Then his natural humor surfaced.  “But I’d sure like to be there when she does it.”

Hercules ruefully shook his head.  “Persephone is a gentle creature.  She doesn’t like confrontations.”

Iolaus mentally pictured himself caught between Demeter and Hades.  “I kinda feel sorry for Persephone.  I mean, it can’t be easy to...”

They both stopped as they heard high pitched screaming from the woods.  They glanced at each other then began running towards the screaming.

Heavy rain in the high mountains had melted the snow causing a high and fast run-off into the lower streams and rivers.  When the two heroes got to the edge of the wooded area, they saw several people on either side of the normally narrow river.  The wooden bridge connecting each bank had been swept away by the fast-rushing water.

“Iolaus!”  Hercules pointed even as he ran towards the bank.

Iolaus saw a redhaired woman hanging onto part of what was left of the wooden bridge.  Even as she tried to pull against the current, he could hear the wood beginning to splinter.  He began kicking off his boots and vest as Hercules grabbed a rope from one of the men standing on shore.

The demigod wrapped a rope around his partner’s waist and tied it.  “That water’s going to be cold, Iolaus!” he half-shouted.  “Be careful!”

Iolaus laughed.  He’d managed to become a decent swimmer but getting his head underwater was never something he cared for.  He followed Hercules upriver as the demigod gauged the speed of the current.

The demigod turned around so his back was to the river.  He linked his fingers together, and Iolaus carefully placed one foot on them.  He balanced himself with both hands on the demigod’s shoulder.

“Ready?” Hercules asked.

Iolaus nodded and took a deep breath.

Seconds later, Hercules threw him over his shoulder.  The demigod immediately grabbed the end of the rope tied around Iolaus’ waist.  His blue eyes followed his partner’s flying body wincing when the hunter hit the churning water.

Iolaus grinned despite his distaste for the upcoming water.  Everytime Hercules threw him in the air, he felt as though he had wings and could fly.  Wonder how far I could fly if Herc really threw me?

The sudden cold water brought the hunter’s mind back to business.  Instinctively, he began kicking towards the surface gasping as his head broke the water.

Hercules allowed the rope to play out as the current swept his partner downriver towards the helpless woman.  He breathed a little easier seeing Iolaus begin to swim.

Bracing himself, Iolaus grabbed onto part of the demolished bridge.  He gritted his teeth as the current threatened to pull him away.

“Help me!  Please!” the woman screamed.

“Just hold on!” Iolaus yelled back.  He shook water from his face and carefully began working his way along the shattered remains of the bridge.  He finally got close enough to where the woman could grab his arm.  “Wait,” he cautioned.  Holding on to what was left of the bridge, he carefully unknotted the rope from his waist.  Catching the sodden rope, he tediously worked to tie it around her waist.

Hercules’ eyes narrowed as he watched Iolaus.  What is he...Gods!  He’s insane...I swear he does this just to see how much it’ll take until I drop dead from fright. 

“You’re Hercules, aren’t you?” the man at his left asked.

“That’s right,” Hercules nodded never taking his eyes away from Iolaus.  “That’s my partner, Iolaus.”

“I thought so,” the man nodded.  “I’m Lucian, magistrate of Arampolis.  About a league downriver.”  He shook his head.  “This is the only bridge for several leagues.  Well, it was the only bridge.”

Hercules spared a glance at the people huddled on the other side of the river.  “Can they make the journey to the next bridge?”

Lucian shook his head.  “They’re from Treon.  Mudslides just about destroyed their village the other night.  Most are hurt...some seriously.  I doubt those could make the journey.”

“Herc!” Iolaus yelled.  “Get ready!”

“Ready!” Hercules yelled back. 

Iolaus gave the frightened young woman his most charming smile.  “I’m Iolaus.  What’s your name?”

“Aura,” the young woman gasped.

“Well, Aura, that’s Hercules over there,” he assured her.  “He’s going to pull us to the riverbank.  Just hold onto the rope.  I’ll hold onto you, and Hercules will pull us in.”  He giggled.  “Just like fishing.  Okay?”

Aura smiled back, and Iolaus was struck by the girl’s gentle beauty.  Her dark eyes reminded him of Ania.  He shook his head to clear his thoughts and wrapped his arms around her.  “Here we go,” he murmured as they were swept into the treacherous current.

Hercules braced himself on the muddy riverbank.  Iolaus and the woman were bobbing like corks in a bucket as he steadily pulled them towards safety.  He heard someone yell and felt Lucian grab his arm.

“Part of the bank over there has given away!” Lucian yelled over the roar of the rushing water.

Hercules glanced upriver.  A mass of mud and tree branches was rapidly heading towards the two people in the river.  He saw from the turn of Iolaus’ head the hunter had spotted the oncoming menace as well.

Iolaus took a deep breath and rolled so Aura was furthest away from the oncoming debris.  He felt something hit his shoulder and almost lost his grip on Aura.

No..NO...NO!!!  Hercules saw Iolaus’ head disappear below the water as the mass of mud and tree branches hit them then swirl downstream.  “Iolaus!” he yelled as he used most of his strength to pull them to the bank. 

Lucian and several men stood at the edge of the bank ready to pull them from the water. 

Hercules pulled one more time almost dragging Iolaus and the woman out of the water.  Frantic, he released the rope and jumped into the shallower water before the other men could move.  Grabbing the woman with one hand and Iolaus with the other, he almost threw them onto the bank.

As Hercules pulled himself back onto the bank, he heard Iolaus retching.  He thought it was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard.  “Easy, Iolaus, easy.”  Hercules pulled Iolaus into a half-sitting position and gently rubbed his back.  “You’re both out...you’re safe.”  He looked over his shoulder at the muddy river.  And you’re not going back in that water.

Iolaus helplessly nodded as he tried to control his breathing. 

“Aura’s fine,” Lucian quietly spoke.  “Just swallowed a lot of water.”  He went back to where Aura sat shivering on the muddy ground.

Hercules nodded.  He forced himself to relax his grip as Iolaus sat up wiping his face.  How long are you going to be able to watch him risk his life without telling him how you feel?  Hercules absently frowned trying to silence the nagging little voice in his head.

“I know, Herc,” Iolaus quietly spoke seeing the frown.

Startled, Hercules took a deep breath.  “What?” he demanded.  Gods, does he know?

Iolaus grimly nodded his head at the ruined bridge.  “It’s not going to be easy getting them across,” he said.

Absurdly relieved, Hercules forced his attention on the river.  “I’m working on it,” he assured his partner.  He reached out and squeezed Iolaus’ shoulder.  “We’ll get them across,” he promised.  But you’re staying here. 

“You think I can’t do this?” Iolaus hotly protested.

Why does he have to be so stubborn!  Hercules shook his head looking far more calm than he actually was.  “You know better than that, Iolaus.  But I can withstand the pressure of that hard current better than you.  Especially when helping others across.”

“And being stronger, it makes more sense for you to anchor the rope in case the current gets stronger,” Iolaus pointed out.

“And if that happens, we both know I’m a better and stronger swimmer than you,” Hercules calmly argued.  “I’d have a better chance in the water.”  His blue eyes twinkled as he watched Iolaus struggle for an argument to counter that one.

“That won’t matter in the cold water,” Iolaus triumphantly pointed out.  “If you’re in the water long enough, not even you can swim well.”

Both men had been working on the ropes tying them together making sure they wouldn’t come apart after being soaked in the water.  Lucian had sent Aura back to the village with the request for supplies and volunteers to aid in the rescue.  They’d arrived during the conclusion of the argument.

“You’re not going to listen to reason, are you?” Hercules sighed.

“I’m the voice of reason,” Iolaus half-smiled.  “You’re just being stubborn.”

The demigod snorted.  He gave the knots on the ropes a final tug.  “You go once for every two trips I make,” he proposed.  He saw the rebellious look on his partner’s face and sighed.  “Please, Iolaus.  You nearly scared me to death half-drowning once today.  My nerves need a break, okay?”

Iolaus stared at the demigod for a couple of seconds then nodded.  “Well, since you put it that way...” he smiled.

Thankful for small favors, the demigod wrapped the end of a second rope around his waist and securely tied it.

“You know, Herc, you might be able to throw me over there,” Iolaus mused staring at the other side of the river.

“Probably,” Hercules nodded.  Then the words registered.  “Iolaus!  You’d break your neck on the landing!”

“Yeah, but there wouldn’t be any danger of me drowning, would there?” the hunter giggled.

Hercules shook his head and slung the second rope over his shoulder so it hung across his chest.  And I bet he’s more than half serious about that, too!

“Be careful, Herc,” Iolaus warned as his partner prepared to slide down the bank.  “The water level’s rising.”

Hercules nodded giving the blonde a reassuring smile.  He took a deep breath and began wading across the river.  He’d only gotten about a fourth of the way across when it became deep enough to swim.

Iolaus’ hands tightened on the rope as he watched his partner swim towards the other bank.  Lucian and several other men held onto the rope behind Iolaus and waited.

They watched as Hercules climbed up the other bank.  After briefly talking with one of the survivors, he began tying the second rope around a small boy.  Those who could anchored the rope on that side as Hercules picked up the boy and began making his way back across the river.

Iolaus nodded approvingly as he saw those on the other side of the river keeping the rope around the child taut.  If the boy should be swept away from the demigod’s grasp, those on the other side would be able to drag the child out of the water.  Iolaus just hoped they had enough weight on his side of the river to drag the demigod out of the water in case of trouble.  You gotta start listening to reason, Herc.  It’s better if you anchor the rope...not me.  We gotta talk about this over protectiveness you’ve developed lately, Iolaus grunted.

By the time Hercules had deposited the child on the riverbank and began crossing again, Iolaus had grabbed another rope.  When the demigod was safely on the other side and preparing to take another child, Iolaus tied the rope around his waist.

This time, the hunter slid into the water to meet his partner.  “My turn,” he grinned.

Hercules hesitated then nodded.  “There’s one more child,” he said as he climbed up the bank.  “There are a couple of people badly injured.  We’ll have to rig a stretcher and bring them across.”

Iolaus glanced at the midday sun.  “We can get them across before dark,” he decided.

The shivering demigod pushed his wet hair away from his face as he stood with Lucian and the others anchoring Iolaus as the hunter began swimming across the river.  I can’t let him do this.  That water’s freezing.  Iolaus has no business...Hercules grimaced.  His partner had every business to be doing what he was doing.  Just because it’s making you sick to watch him risk his life when all you want to do is keep him safe...  He shook his head.  This is getting ridiculous.

When all but four survivors were across, it was late afternoon.  No one wanted to bring the rest across in the dark.  Lucian had put people to work making stretchers and had sent the waterlogged survivors to the village with orders for someone to bring as much rope as they could find.

This time both Hercules and Iolaus swam across the river with extra ropes.  Using those ropes from the other side of the river, the demigod pulled the stretchers through the cold water.  The hunter then cut the extra ropes into small lengths to secure one of the injured villagers onto the stretcher.

Then Iolaus and one of the survivors slid into the rushing water each man with a rope carefully knotted around his waist.  Carefully balancing the stretcher between them, they began the journey across the river trying to keep the stretcher above the water as much as possible.

Hercules watched with anxious eyes he anchored their crossing.  The sun was almost down and no one wanted to be in the water in the darkness.  He caught his breath as his partner grabbed the rope from the waist of the villager and plunged back into the water.

Aching muscles straining, the demigod quickly pulled his partner through the water.  A quick glance over his shoulder assured him the remaining villager has secured his injured neighbor on the stretcher and was ready to cross.

“Are we having fun yet?” Iolaus yelled with a forced grin.

“Just like always!” Hercules shouted back.  He watched as the villager slid into the water loudly cursing at the stinging cold.

Despite himself, the hunter shivered as he began the final crossing.  Another shiver reminded him that he was mortal and was close to the limits of his endurance.

“Thank the gods,” Hercules muttered when he saw them reach the safety of the opposite riverbank.  He saw Iolaus turn and gather the rope in his hands.  The demigod quickly tied the end of the rope around his waist and slid into the water.

Iolaus anxiously watched in the fading sunlight as his partner began the crossing. 

Hercules was more than halfway across when he felt a rock under his foot give away.  His aching muscles refused to obey him as he tried to recover his balance, and he slid under the water before he was able to take a deep breath.

“HERC!” Iolaus screamed as he began pulling on the rope.  He felt Lucian and the others behind him pulling as well.

Hercules fought his way to the surface.  Getting his feet under him, he carefully continued crossing.

Iolaus jumped into the shallow water when Hercules came close.  He grabbed the demigod’s arm and pulled him towards the bank.

“I’m okay,” Hercules coughed and shook the water from his long hair.  He gently pushed Iolaus up the bank ahead of him.  As cold as he was, he knew Iolaus had to be suffering even more.  He once again felt a deep sense of pride in Iolaus and his abilities.  He would be forever grateful for whatever reason the Fates had decided to bring the hunter into his life.  Gods, I wish I could just hold him...just for a little while.  Hercules wearily told the voice in his head to be quiet as they silently began walking towards Arampolis.

*****

Iolaus giggled as he slid into the steaming hot water.  He saw Hercules, already lounging in the other end of the huge tub, open one eye in silent question.

“Just with all the water, I’ve been in today, I didn’t think I’d be ready for more,” Iolaus grinned.

Hercules snorted and closed his eye.  It was a lot easier sharing a bath with the blonde if he didn’t look at him...kept his mind on something else.

Several moments passed with only the sound of Iolaus washing himself spoiling the silence.  “Herc, you okay?” the hunter finally asked.  “You’re kinda quiet.”

“Just enjoying being warm,” Hercules replied without opening his eyes.

Iolaus stared at his partner for several seconds.  “Lucian said he’d have some hot food brought up.  Don’t stay in too long and let it get cold.”

“Yes, Mother,” Hercules grinned.

Iolaus playfully splashed water at this partner as he rose from the water and climbed out of the tub.

Despite himself, Hercules watched through slitted eyes...and mentally groaned.  Stop that!  Resolutely, he closed his eyes.  I have got to get more control.  Not for the first time, the demigod acknowledged the intense desire that had been building for a long time...a desire for Iolaus.  He suddenly jerked and sat straight up when someone touched his arm.

“Herc?” the hunter looked down at his partner with a quizzical stare.

“Sorry,” Hercules mumbled.  “I think I was falling asleep.”  He weakly grinned.  “I’ll get out in a few minutes.  I’m almost warm again.”

Iolaus grinned in sympathy.  “Just don’t forget that hot food,” he said as he left the room.

“Yes, Mother,” the demigod repeated as the door closed.  With a sigh, he sank back down into the water.  This can’t go on.  I’ve got to tell him.  Hercules snorted and began briskly bathing.  Tell him?  And risk him walking away?  Or maybe worse...staying but losing the closeness we already have?  I don’t think so.

Hercules sighed as he dried off and began dressing.  There was no way around it.  He had to get this desire for Iolaus under control before it cost him more than he was willing to pay.

A few minutes later, the demigod stepped from the bathing room and into the hallway.  He saw Aura, the girl Iolaus had rescued from the river, standing at the door of Iolaus’ room with a heavily loaded tray of food quietly talking with a grinning hunter.  Seconds later, she disappeared into the room and Iolaus closed the door behind them.

Hercules forced himself to take a deep breath and quickly entered his own room.  He wasn’t sure just how many more times he could stand to watch Iolaus disappear into a bedroom with someone else.  You’ll take it every day for the rest of your life, he ruthlessly told himself.  The alternative of life without Iolaus at his side...there in all ways but one was too horrible to contemplate.  Gonna be a long night, he told himself.

Hercules stared at the food on the table and again shivered.  Ignoring the food, he wearily sat in front of the fire and tried to get warm.

***** 

When Iolaus awoke the following morning, the sun was already close to its zenith.  For several moments, he luxuriated in the warm bed.  The numbing coldness of the night before had been erased by the hot bath Lucian had arranged...and by Aura.  The hunter grinned as he remembered Aura’s own unique way of celebrating they were still alive. 

Then Iolaus remembered seeing Hercules in the hallway just before he closed the door.  He half-frowned trying to put a name on the expression he now recalled on the demigod’s face.  Wondering if his partner had wanted to talk with him, Iolaus guiltily glanced out the window.

Hades Halls!  How long have I been asleep?  The hunter quickly rolled out of the rumpled bed and dressed.

*****

Hercules stood thigh deep in the cold river water.  Fortunately, the water level had receded during the night.  Even better to his liking, the current had slowed.  That was a definite plus as he was in the water supporting a wooden beam as the villagers worked to repair the demolished bridge.

Uh-oh.  Here comes trouble.  Hercules masked a grin at the angry look on his partner’s face.  The demigod ignored the look of aggravation thrown his way as Iolaus waded into the river and shouldered part of the load.

“You could’ve woken me,” Iolaus finally accused.

Hercules couldn’t keep from grinning.  “Sorry, buddy,” he mockingly apologized.  “I just remember the last time I woke you when you had company.”

Iolaus flushed.  “She never told me she was married,” he carefully pointed out.  “At least not until you came in the room.”  He looked at Hercules in exasperation when the demigod began chuckling.  “What was I supposed to think?”

“Let’s just say I learned my lesson,” Hercules grinned.

“Did you want me last night, Herc?” Iolaus casually asked.

The question caught the demigod so off-guard he nearly lost his balance.  “What?” he finally asked.

“Last night,” Iolaus explained with a curious look.  “Didn’t I see you in the hall when Aura came into my room?”

“Oh.”  Hercules relaxed silently thanking the gods.  “Yeah...I mean no.  Nothing.”

Iolaus hesitated.  “You okay, Herc?” he asked.

“I’m fine, Iolaus,” Hercules answered in a firm voice.  He glanced over his shoulder.  “This side is the easiest.  It’ll be harder getting the supplies over to the other side of the river to work on that part of the bridge.”

Iolaus shrugged.  “You could throw the stuff across,” he suggested.  He suddenly grinned.  “Hey, Herc...”

“Iolaus, I’m not throwing you across the river,” Hercules interrupted with a sigh.

*****

It was going to be another long night, Hercules inwardly sighed two nights later as he sipped his ale.  In another couple of minutes, Iolaus would be disappearing to his room upstairs with Aura who’d been monopolizing the hunter’s attention as she’d done every evening the past few days.

Not that Hercules begrudged his best friend his pleasure.  He knew what Iolaus gave up to be his partner and walk by his side.   So it was hard for Hercules to deny Iolaus anything even if it would have been nice to spend some time with his partner.  Even if it did feel like his heart was ripping apart to see Iolaus so happy in Aura’s company.  Even if I wish I was the one he was staring at like that.

Hercules casually nodded as Iolaus waved from across the room.  He watched as the blonde wrapped his arm around Aura and led her upstairs.  The past couple of days had been full of hard physical labor to repair the washed-out bridge.  Now, he was just tired...physically tired from the hard work and mentally tired from trying to hide his lust and love from his best friend.

Of course, if you weren’t such a coward, you might be the one going upstairs with him.

Hercules scowled and told the little voice inside his head to be quiet.  The hard work of the past few days to seriously think about telling Iolaus how he felt...how much he loved and needed Iolaus.  But he hadn’t told him and...and wouldn’t.

He couldn’t take the chance on losing Iolaus’ friendship because of his lust.  That had almost happened because of Xena.  He wasn’t about to risk it again.  As far as Hercules knew, Iolaus had never been interested in having a male lover.  In fact, he’d seen Iolaus turn down propositions by men interested in the blonde hunter.  No, best to bury that idea before it caused any trouble.

The problem was burying it wasn’t as easy as he’d thought it would be.  Yeah, gonna be a long night, Hercules sighed.

*****

It was hours later when the demigod finally went upstairs to his room.  Shivering with a chill he hadn’t been able to shake from the day before, he lit a fire in the fireplace and crawled into bed.  He’d barely pulled the thin blanket over him when he heard it...the moaning from the room next to him...Iolaus’ room.

Hercules stared at the ceiling wondering, not for the first time, where Iolaus got all his energy.  Even though he’d kept Iolaus out of the treacherous water as much as possible without his partner threatening mayhem, he knew Iolaus had worked just as hard as he at the repairs.

“Oh....Iooolllaauuussss.”

It was that throaty moan which finally drove him out of the bed and onto the floor next to the fireplace.  Glaring at the thin wall that separated the two rooms, Hercules closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

***** 

Hercules was already in the inn’s common room when Iolaus bounded downstairs the next morning. The demigod wearily eyed his partner who looked for all the world like he’d slept soundly all night.

“Hi, Herc,” Iolaus cheerfully greeted.  “What’s for breakfast?”

Hercules silently pushed his plate across the table towards his partner.  “Here, I’m not really hungry,” he muttered.

“Yeah?”  Iolaus began eating off Hercules’ plate even as he motioned for the innkeeper to bring more.  “You’re ready to go early.”

Hercules shrugged.  “Unless you want to stay here for a while.”  He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.  He not only felt tired but chilled as well despite the warmth of the early morning sun through the nearby window.

“Nah,” Iolaus grinned.  “Let’s hit the road.”  He pushed Hercules’ empty plate to one side to make room for the plate the innkeeper brought.  “You sure you’re not hungry?”

“I’m sure,” Hercules half-smiled.  Where in the name of Gaia does he put it all?  “Take your time and eat.”  He watched as Iolaus eagerly and cheerfully began attacking the food before him.  Yeah, we need to get back on the road, he mused.  He refused to concede that leaving the village also meant leaving Aura.  He told himself he wasn’t jealous enough to continue their journey when he wasn’t feeling well...he really wasn’t.

*****

The clear sky  turned overcast by midday.  A light drizzle that started soon afterward threatened to turn into a downpour.  Iolaus kept a close watch on Hercules who seemed to be walking slower than normal.  By midday, he’d caught his partner repressing more than one shiver and cough.  Remembering the demigod’s lack of appetite that morning, Iolaus mentally kicked himself. 

Why doesn’t he just admit it when he’s sick? Iolaus worriedly asked himself.  “Okay, Herc,” he announced.  “There are some hunters’ caves over that way.  We’re gonna take shelter.”

“We’ve got some daylight left,” Hercules protested.

“You’re sick so don’t argue with me.”  Iolaus grabbed his partner’s arm and tugged him off the main path.  He knew the demigod would rather socialize with a roomful of marriageable young girls and their ambitious mothers than admit he was ill.  Okay, buddy, this time you’re going to take it easy, he silently ordered.

“I’m not...”  Hercules’ protest was halted by a hacking cough.

“Sure, you’re not,” Iolaus scoffed.  “Look, I know you don’t get sick too often.  But you do get sick.  And when you do, you gotta take care of it.”  He grinned over his shoulder.  “You can’t be like me, you know, and not stay quiet when you should.”

Hercules tried to concentrate on whatever it was his partner was nagging him about.  But it was all he could do to concentrate on following him across a small creek and up a faint path towards some caves.

Iolaus began to start worrying when the demigod meekly trailed after him.  By the time they reached the caves he’d spotted, the threatened downpour had arrived and soaked both men.

Great...wet again, Iolaus thought in disgust.  He pulled Hercules inside the cave and wiped the water from his face.  He frowned when the demigod began shivering and coughing.  “Oh, thank you, Artemis, for kind favors,” the hunter muttered.  As he’d hoped, the cave was well stocked with dry wood, cooking utensils, and furs. 

Iolaus ignored his own chill and quickly got a fire started in the firepit.  He glanced over his shoulder and saw Hercules numbly standing and staring at the fire.  Iolaus quickly dragged a couple of the furs close to the fire to get them warm.

“C’mon, Herc,” Iolaus urged joining his partner.  “We gotta get you out of those wet clothes.”

“Huh?”  Hercules looked at his partner who’d begun to tug his shirts over his head.  “What...what are you doing?”

“We gotta get you warm, Herc,” Iolaus firmly repeated.  “You can’t stay in those wet clothes.”

“Oh...right,” Hercules nodded.  He tried to help Iolaus but found his shaking fingers refusing to cooperate.  He finally stopped and let Iolaus pull his soaked shirts over his head.  And having Iolaus undress you is so bad?  Doesn’t this feel so good?  He wished that nagging little voice would leave him alone...even if it was right about how good Iolaus’ hands felt on his skin.

Iolaus quickly wrapped his partner in one of the warm furs and began digging out some herbal packs from their carrysack.  Grabbing a jug from the cave’s supplies, he held it outside the cave until it was almost full of rainwater.  As he sat it at the edge of the fire, he added the herbs for a tea.

Waiting for the liquid to heat, Iolaus glanced at his partner who sat shivering beneath the fur.  “Herc, you didn’t get this sick this quick,” he reasoned.  “You must have been feeling ill last night.”  Or maybe for a couple of days, he recalled thinking back at the demigod’s actions of the last few days.  “Why didn’t you say something to me last night?”

Hercules had trouble focusing on his partner.   “It wasn’t anything,” he muttered.  “And you were busy.”

“Hey,” Iolaus gently remonstrated.  “I don’t care who I’m with or what I’m doing.  You’re more important.”

“Yeah?” the demigod half-smiled.  Iolaus’ words lit a small flame of pleasure inside him.

“Yeah,” Iolaus nodded.  “So you remember that, okay?”

Hercules nodded.  “Right.”  His eyes followed as the hunter stood and began stripping off his own wet clothes.  If you’d open your mouth and tell him how you feel, you’d get to watch this all the time.  Hercules quickly dropped his eyes. 

Iolaus grabbed the other fur warming by the fire and wrapped it around him.  Then taking a cup from their carrysack, he dipped it into the warm liquid.  “Here, drink this.”  Iolaus steadied the cup at Hercules’ lips.

The demigod drank deeply even while making a face.   “Yech,” he muttered when he finished.

“Yeah, but it’ll help,” Iolaus grinned.  Holding the fur around him, he grabbed a larger fur and spread it on the ground next to the fire.  “C’mon, lay down and get warm.”

Hercules crawled onto the fur and gratefully lay down.  With a muffled groan, he pulled it tightly around him.

Iolaus studied his friend closely and sipped some of the tea.  Shivering from both the taste and the chill, he glanced outside the cave entrance.  They were going to be here at least the rest of the day.  Longer than that if Hercules remained ill.  He’s been quieter than normal the last couple of days.  I should’ve realized he wasn’t feeling well.  Shaking off the guilt, he wrapped his fur closer around him and grabbed the last fur.  Settling down next to Hercules, Iolaus pulled the last fur over them both.

“You’re gonna....get...cold,” Hercules stuttered.  “Take one...one of the...furs.”

“Nah, I’m fine,” Iolaus assured him.  “You’re the one with the chill.”  He reached over and pulled his partner next to him settling Hercules’ head onto his shoulder and wrapping his arms around him.  “You’ll get warm now.”  He closed his eyes as the warmth of the furs began to relax him.

Yeah...warm...safe...protected...Hercules instinctively snuggled closer even as he acknowledged those feelings.  He closed his eyes and felt sleep begin to claim him.  “I love you, Iolaus,” he mumbled.

Iolaus’ blue eyes snapped open.  He glanced down at his sleeping partner in shock and surprise.

I love you, Iolaus.

The hunter turned the words over in his mind.  Hercules obviously meant the words for him.  He said my name...MY name.  He momentarily tightened his arms around his partner.  He’s sick...feverish...maybe delirious.  How could he mean that?  But what if he’s not delirious?  What if he does mean it?  Iolaus glanced down at his partner’s head which lay snuggled against his shoulder.  What if he actually does means it?

It was a long time before Iolaus fell asleep.

*****

“Ow...damn...”

Hercules slowly opened his eyes.  Blearily, he stared at Iolaus who was sitting by the fire sucking one finger and glaring at the pot sitting in the embers of the firepit.  Grabbing the demigod’s undershirt, Iolaus wrapped it around his hand then moved the pot from the glowing embers.

Wearily, Hercules closed his eyes and tried to figure out what was going on.  Leaving the village...feeling ill...a drenching downpour...getting to the caves...really feeling ill...Iolaus getting him warm and dry...telling Iolaus he loved him...falling asleep...  With a sudden jerk, the demigod sat up in shock.

“Herc?!”  Iolaus jerked back in surprise at his partner’s sudden move. 

Wide-eyed, Hercules stared at the hunter and saw the surprise and concern in his blue eyes.  Or is it something else?

“Easy, Herc,” Iolaus urged as he relaxed. 

“Sorry,” Hercules mumbled running a hand through his hair.  “How long...”

“Since yesterday.”  The blonde poured some warm liquid into a cup.  “Here, drink this.  Then we’ll see if you can eat something.”

Pulling the fur around him, Hercules reached for the cup.  It seemed Iolaus’ fingers shied away from touching his.  “Thanks.”

“Good thing we’re headed to Corinth,” the hunter mentioned.  “It wouldn’t hurt to have Marcus take a look at you.  You don’t normally get sick like this.”

Hercules grunted at the mention of Iphicles’ chief healer.  “Marcus reminds me of Salmoneus,” he answered as he sipped the liquid.  “Always wanting to try something new on his patients.”

Iolaus grinned.  “Hasn’t seemed to have hurt Iphicles.”

“Iphicles is smart enough to stay away from him,” Hercules grunted.  He set the empty cup on the ground and curled up under the furs.  “I’ll try and eat later.”  Through slitted eyes, he watched as his partner seemed to relax.  Gods, did I actually tell Iolaus I love him?  Did he hear me say it?  He inwardly frowned as Iolaus stared broodingly into the fire.

Hercules closed his eyes.  I’m not going to lose him.  If keeping the hunter by his side meant burying what he felt so deep inside himself that it never saw the light of day again, that’s what he was going to do.

The blonde hunter stared into the fire as he sipped the warm tea.  He seems better...not chilled.  Guess he was just feverish...before.  He absently frowned barely acknowledging the bitter disappointment that settled in his gut.  I should have known better.

*****

Two Weeks Later in Corinth

No one had ever doubted King Iphicles’ courage.  Some questioned his common sense at times.  At this particular moment, he was questioning it himself.  Iphicles studied his brother wondering when the narrow stem of the goblet held in the demigod’s hand was going to shatter.

Ever since their arrival a little over a week before, there seemed to be an unusual strain between Hercules and Iolaus.  It wasn’t anything Iphicles could put his finger on...which bothered him as well.  After Iolaus had quickly excused himself after dinner with a smirk and remark about the others not waiting up for him, Iphicles’ curiosity got the better of him and overrode his sense of survival.

He studied Hercules’ dark expression and silently pitied whoever the demigod was angry with.  Iolaus can take care of himself, and you’re an idiot for even thinking about stepping into this. 

“Hercules, put the goblet down before you break it,” Iphicles quietly ordered.

His brother looked up in surprise then quickly set the goblet on the table with a scowl.

Iphicles took a deep breath.  I suppose the Council can always ask Jason to be king again.  I just hope he gives me a proper funeral...assuming he leaves anything to bury.  “Hercules, have you and Iolaus had a lovers’ quarrel or something?”

“WHAT?!” Hercules roared.

Iphicles forced himself to remain calm.  “You heard me,” he replied.

“What kind of a question is that?” his brother angrily demanded.

Iphicles thought quickly.  He wasn’t sure his brother and Iolaus were actually lovers.  In fact, Iolaus’ parting comment had almost said as much they weren’t.  So Iphicles silently apologized to the one person he knew wouldn’t betray him and frowned.  “Well, Mother said...”

“MOTHER?!” Hercules roared a second time.

“Hercules!  Lower your voice!” Iphicles sternly demanded.  He glared at his brother until the demigod finally looked away.  In a gentler tone, he continued.  “I assume by your reaction that you and Iolaus aren’t lovers.  I guess...well, I apologize for the mistake.”  He noticed the sudden flash of pain in his brother’s eyes.  “So, you want to tell me what is the problem between the two of you?”

“There’s no problem, Iphicles,” Hercules coldly replied.  “I’m spending time with my brother, and Iolaus is spending time getting laid every night.”

Iphicles’ eyebrows rose at the jealous tone of his brothers’s voice.  I doubt he even realizes it’s there.  “And that’s unusual for Iolaus?” he sighed at Hercules’ stubborn look.  “I’m concerned.  I’m your brother and Iolaus’ friend.  And the two of you are acting...well, I’m not sure what you’re acting like.”  I don’t know about Iolaus, but you’re acting like someone suffering a bad case unrequited love.  He tried not to smile.  Did you get Aphrodite or Cupid mad at you, brother?

Hercules sighed.  “Stay out of it, Iphicles,” he requested.  “It’s my problem.  I’ll solve it.”

“All right,” Iphicles slowly nodded.  The sad look that passed across the demigod’s face made his decision for him.  Might as well interfere a little.  What else are brothers for?  “But will you listen to me?  Let me give you some advice?”

Hercules slowly nodded.

Iphicles carefully chose his words.  “There’s far too little love in this world, Hercules.  Don’t waste any chance for it.”  He gently squeezed his brother’s shoulder and walked away.

Hercules sat for a long time staring into the fire.

*****

Several hours later, Hercules found himself knocking on Iolaus’ door.  “Iolaus?  Are you awake?”  Not getting any answer, he carefully opened the door silently praying the hunter didn’t have company.  He frowned and entered the room when he saw it was empty.

He closed the door softly behind him and briskly rubbed his hands together.  The fire in the fireplace had gone out, and the room held a sharp chill.  He busied himself making a fire to warm the room.

Iolaus, where are you? he silently asked.  He tried to ignore the stab of jealousy that shot through him as he contemplated just where Iolaus could be and what he was doing.  He sat in front of the hearth and stared at Iolaus’ bed...where he knew the hunter would sprawl asleep...or wantonly spread his body in an open invitation...

Hercules jerked as he felt his cock suddenly harden.  He rubbed his hands across his face in an effort to regain control.  The first few days in Corinth, Iolaus had gone off on his own leaving Hercules and Iphicles with time to spend with each other.  That had been normal.  But during the last three days, Iolaus had been more secretive than usual about his activities.

Hercules remembered Iphicles’ words and sighed.  I wish I could take the risk, Iph.  I really do.  But I can’t live without Iolaus in my life...trusting me in all things.

Absurdly feeling close to tears, Hercules stood and glanced around the room one final time.  At least it would be warm when Iolaus decided to return.  For some reason, the demigod felt he was closing the door on more than just a room as he left.

***** 

“Oh, Iolaus, I thought you’d never come.”

Iolaus grinned.  “You should know me better than that, Sophia.”  He leaned down and picked up the toddler who flung her arms around his neck.  “Ready for that adventure, Daphne?”

The little girl solemnly nodded then shyly snuggled against the hunter’s shoulder.

“We’d better hurry,” Iolaus urged Daphne’s mother.

Sophia took a deep breath and closed the door of her hut behind her.  Holding tightly to Iolaus’ hand, she followed the hunter through the darkness.  The only way out of the compound was close to the stables where her husband toiled each day.  She hoped he was at one of the nearby taverns getting drunk and not working in the stable.

“Once we’re outside the compound, we’ll be fine,” Iolaus soothingly murmured.  “Then it’ll be simple to get you out of Corinth and to your family in Athens.”  He glanced over his shoulder at Sophia.  “You’re sure your brother won’t send you back?”

Sophia shook her head.  “He never liked Damon.  He won’t...” 

Iolaus spun around when Sophia’s eyes widened in fear.  He heard Daphne whimper in his ear.

“Well...well...well...looks like the stories are true.  My faithful wife with another man.”

Iolaus carefully handed Daphne back to Sophia.  He studied Damon who was nearly as big as Hercules.  That didn’t bother him.  What did bother him was the four equally big men who stood with Damon all holding either pieces of wood or metal blacksmithing tools.  “You must be Damon,” Iolaus smiled.

“And you’re dead,” Damon gruffly promised.  He motioned with his hand.  “Take him.”

Sophia squealed as Iolaus dove forward.  “Damon!  No!  It’s not what you think!”

“You get home, woman!” Damon angrily ordered even as Iolaus used a spinning heel kick to drop one of his friends to the ground.  “I’ll tend to you later!  And silence that squalling brat!  I’ll sell her to Ares’ temple, I swear!”

Her face drained of color, Sophia turned and ran with her daughter into the darkness.  Behind her, she heard the sounds of a brave man slowly being beaten.

*****

Hercules was lying awake on his bed miserably staring at the ceiling.  His heart pounded at the sound of a knock on his door.  He eagerly opened it only to find one of Iphicles’ young pages staring up at him.

“I’m sorry about the intrusion, but His Majesty urgently requests you join him in Iolaus’ room,” the boy carefully recited.

Hercules quickly thanked the boy and closed he door behind him.  His first thought was that something had happened to Iolaus.  Then he hoped it wasn’t Iphicles’ idea of helping.  Help what?  I didn’t tell him anything.  Hercules snorted.  He knew if Iphicles had picked up on his desire for Iolaus, he hadn’t hidden it very well.

The demigod was halfway down the hall when he heard urgent voices approaching.  He saw Iphicles and two of his personal guards turn the corner heading towards Iolaus’ room.  Supported between the two guards was the limp form of the hunter.

“Iolaus!” Hercules exclaimed running towards them.

“Open the door,” Iphicles crisply ordered.

Hercules frowned at his brother as he obeyed.  “What happened to him?  Where’s Marcus?” he demanded.

“Marcus is on his way,” Iphicles assured him.  He nodded to the two guards who had placed Iolaus on the bed.  “Dismissed.”

The two guards took one look at the demigod’s angry face and quickly left.

“What happened?”  Hercules repeated even as he began undressing Iolaus and checking the injuries.

“One of the maids in the palace asked for Iolaus’ help,” Iphicles wearily explained.  “If Rena had been here...”

Hercules looked over his shoulder.  “Iphicles, this isn’t your fault.”

Iphicles shrugged.  “Rena would have known there was a problem before it got to this point,” he said.  “Her husband is a blacksmith in the compound.  Damon.  Turns out he’s been beating her.  Recently, he’s begun making threats against their daughter.”  His angry dark eyes stabbed at Hercules.  “The child’s barely three winters old.”

“Iolaus tried to get them away,” Hercules flatly guessed.

Iphicles nodded then glanced at the door which was flung open.  “He’s unconscious, Marcus.”

“Fortunate for him,” Marcus muttered with a shake of his head.

The demigod reluctantly moved aside.  “Did Iolaus get them away?”

“Damon suspected Iolaus of bedding his wife,” Iphicles uncomfortably explained.  “Seems in this case Iolaus’ reputation worked against him.  Damon was waiting...with some friends.  He ordered Sophia home.  But she came to me instead.”  He looked away from his brother’s piercing blue eyes.  “By the time she got to me...Damon and his friends had done this.”

Hercules looked at the black and blue body of his partner.  Even unconscious, Iolaus moaned as Marcus tried to manipulate his ribs back into place.  “Where’s Damon?” he casually asked.

“Oh, no.”  Iphicles shook his head.  “You stay away from Damon and his friends.  They’re in the dungeons and will be tried for their crimes.  Damon especially.  But you stay away from him.”

“I could use your help, Hercules.”  Marcus looked over his shoulder.  “I need to bind these ribs.”

Iphicles masked a smile as his brother quickly rejoined the healer.  Marcus, you’re an old fox.  Just keep him occupied.

Surprisingly, Iolaus’ blue eyes opened when Hercules gently raised him from the bed.  “Hey, Herc,” he murmured.

“Just stay quiet, Iolaus,” Hercules quietly urged.  “Marcus has got to bandage your ribs.”

“Is that why I hurt so much?” the hunter groggily asked.

“That and some other injuries,” Marcus tartly answered as he began binding Iolaus’ ribs.

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.”  Iolaus closed his eyes.

“I’m working on it,” his partner replied eyeing Iphicles closely.

“I said no,” Iphicles firmly repeated.  “He’ll be dealt with.”

“Sophia?”  Iolaus’ eyes reopened.  “She got to you, Iphicles?”

“She did,” Iphicles nodded.  “But you should have told me about this days ago.”

Hercules gave his partner a startled look.  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You two were busy.”  Iolaus’ eyes quickly closed.  “You know...reunion stuff...brother stuff.”

Iphicles noticed the exasperated look Hercules gave the hunter.  I’m not getting in the middle of this one.  “Damon will be dealt with.  Sophia will have her freedom.”

“Good.”  Iolaus winced.  “Hey, Herc?”

“Yeah?”  Hercules glanced at his partner in concern.

“Can I... just...pass out now?” Iolaus asked as his vision blurred.

“Go ahead,” Hercules half-smiled.  “I’m here.  It’ll be okay.”

Iphicles waited until Marcus finished bandaging Iolaus and left a potion for later.  Taking one last look at the demigod who had determinedly settled into the chair next to the bed, he figured Hercules wouldn’t be trying an assault on the dungeon anytime soon.  He made a mental note to have Damon and his friends brought before him as quickly as possible.  Hopefully, they would be sentenced before Hercules got around to looking for them.  Once that was done, he knew his brother wouldn’t interfere.

Hercules was barely aware of the door closing behind his brother and the healer.  He sat staring at Iolaus his thoughts whirling in his head.  Why didn’t you tell me, Iolaus?  No matter what Iphicles and I were doing, you had to know I would help...and so would Iphicles.  Gods, have I driven him away?  Doesn’t he trust me any more?  Hercules shivered as it seemed a shadow had settled within his soul.

With a sigh, he reached out and gently touched Iolaus’ hand.  Almost of their own volition, his fingers intertwined with the hunter’s fingers.  He savored the touch for several moments then carefully lowered his head to brush the hunter’s fingers with his lips.  Then he grimly removed his hand from Iolaus’.

I won’t lose him.  I won’t allow it.  This ends tonight.

*****

“He’ll recover, won’t he?” Iphicles asked Marcus as they walked down the hall.

“If he stays quiet and obeys orders,” the healer answered. He heard a most unkingly-like snort.  “I see no reason why he shouldn’t recover.”

“Marcus.”  Iphicles put a hand on the older man’s arm.  “Was he raped?”

“No,” Marcus assured him in surprise.  “I saw no evidence of that.”

Iphicles released a deep breath.  “Good.  Because if he was and Hercules realized it, I’d have to get Damon and his companions out of Corinth tonight.”  He coldly smiled.  “As it is, I have until maybe tomorrow morning.”

*****

One week later

“Next time, Iolaus, I’d appreciate it if you’d tell me if one of my people...especially someone within the palace...is in trouble before you do something about it,” Iphicles gently remonstrated.  “It’s a king thing, you know.”

Iolaus burst into giggles then put a hand over his ribs.  “Don’t make me laugh, Iphicles.  It still hurts.”

“Then why are you leaving?” Iphicles held up a hand.  “Never mind.  I consider it a near miracle we were able to keep you down this long.”

Iolaus shrugged.  “Not that I don’t appreciate the hospitality.”  His blue eyes twinkled.  “But we need to get back on the road.”  His eyes drifted to where Hercules was patiently waiting by the front gate.  He and Iphicles slowly began walking towards the demigod.  “Herc’s kinda overdoing the mother hen act.”

His brother had been overly attentive, Iphicles admitted, even if it seemed to have a touch of distance about it.  That is, after he’d raged and thrown a temper tantrum upon finding Damon and his companions already tried and sentenced...and removed from Corinth.

“Don’t stay away so long next time, brother.”  Iphicles held out his hand.

“I’ll do my best, brother,” Hercules promised clasping his brother’s arm.  “Be safe.”

Iphicles laughed.  “You’re the one who’ll be with Iolaus trying to keep him out of trouble,” he pointed out.  “You be safe.”

Iolaus giggled then grimaced.  He threw Iphicles a frustrated look.

Iphicles innocently smiled.  As the hunter turned away, he exchanged a quick look with Hercules and nodded.  He’d seen the demigod in deep conversation with Marcus.  He’d bet half the royal treasury Hercules was carrying one of Marcus’ potions for pain.  “Good luck,” he muttered to his brother.

Hercules glanced at Iolaus’ back and ruefully nodded.

***** 

Two days later, Hercules called an early halt to their travel.  Iolaus had denied being in any pain the previous day, but the demigod knew his partner hadn’t slept well.  And he’d been moving stiffly and slowly all day.  He became even more worried when Iolaus didn’t protest the early stop.

Hercules made camp while Iolaus sat by the edge of the river casting out a fishing line.  Hercules kept watch over his partner and noticed the look of pain that crossed the hunter’s face as he tugged on the line to bring in a fish.  Sighing under his breath, he made sure Marcus’ potion was close at hand.

They ate quietly but with their old ease and familiarity.  The tension that had plagued them when they first arrived in Corinth seemed to have disappeared.  Hercules banked the fire after they ate then began preparing Marcus’ potion.

Curious, Iolaus watched him as he tried to get comfortable.  He stretched out on the ground, then leaned on first one side then another.  Irritated, he finally sat up.  “What are you doing?” he asked.

Hercules half-smiled.  “I could ask you the same thing.”

Iolaus grunted.  “Just trying to get comfortable.  There’s got to be a comfortable position.”  He tried laying on his back again..

“Didn’t find one last night, did you?” Hercules half-smiled.

The hunter flushed.  “Sorry.  Didn’t mean to keep you awake.”

“You didn’t,” the demigod lightly replied.  “But this should help.”

“What is it?”  Iolaus suspiciously eyed his partner.

“A potion Marcus sent,” Hercules carefully answered.  “It’ll help you relax so you can sleep.”

“I’m not drinking it,” the blonde rebelliously muttered.

“Okay,” Hercules surprisingly agreed.   “Then we head back to Corinth tomorrow and stay with Iphicles until you’re completely healed.”  He glanced at his partner with a faint twinkle in his eyes.

Iolaus studied the demigod for several seconds.  “You’d do that to me, wouldn’t you?” he hotly demanded.  “You know I was going crazy cooped up in that palace!  I couldn’t even walk down the hall without Marcus nagging me!”

Hercules silently held up the mug.  Steam rose from the warm liquid.

“I’ll get even with you for this,” Iolaus petulantly promised.  “And Iphicles, too.”

“What did Iphicles do?” the demigod curiously asked.  Setting the mug on the ground, he crouched behind his partner and helped him sit up.  Supporting the hunter, Hercules then handed him the mug.

“He’s got Marcus as a healer,” Iolaus grunted.

Hercules smiled both from Iolaus’ unique twisted logic and the expression on his partner’s face as he downed the potion in two gulps.

“Gods!  That’s foul!” Iolaus protested as he set the mug on the ground. He suddenly gasped as he was lowered to the ground.

“What’s wrong?”  Hercules froze staring down at his partner with concern.

“Nothing,” Iolaus half-laughed.  “I think I found that comfortable position.”  He saw the demigod grin.  “Just give me a minute, okay?”

Carefully holding the hunter in his arms, Hercules sat against the nearby boulder.  Hooking one booted foot around a blanket, he pulled it closer to where he could grab it.  When he drew it over Iolaus, the hunter predictably began protesting.

“Herc, you can’t do this all night,” Iolaus frowned.

“I can and will,” Hercules evenly replied.  “Go to sleep.”

“Herc!  Put me down!” the hunter irritably ordered.  He didn’t see the demigod’s expression but felt the sudden tension race through his partner’s body.

“Sorry,” Hercules muttered as he started to move.  His eyes widened in surprise when Iolaus’ hand suddenly gripped his wrist.  “Iolaus?”

“Sorry, Herc,” his partner apologized with a weak smile.  “Don’t mind me.  I just hate you having to do this...you know?”

“Yeah.”  Hercules slowly relaxed.  “Just call it payment for you looking after me when I had that bad chill a while back.”  He froze at the memory and winced.

“Oh, yeah.  Okay.”  The blonde against Hercules’s solid body and yawned.  “Herc, are you sure that stuff was just supposed to relax me?”

Hercules anxiously glanced at the empty mug.  “That’s what Marcus said,” he slowly answered.  “He might have made it a little strong considering the patient.  Why?”

Iolaus giggled.  “Just relaxed me a whole lot real fast.”

Hercules grinned.  “Go to sleep, Iolaus.”

The hunter moved a little snuggling the back of his head against Hercules’ shoulder.

The demigod closed his eyes and wondered if this had been such a good idea after all.  He mentally shook his head.  Gonna be another long night.  His expression darkened as he thought about all the future long nights ahead of him.  Enough!  No use thinking about...

“Herc?” Iolaus quietly asked.  “You ever gonna talk to me about this?”

Hercules stared down at his partner in confusion.  “Talk about what?”

The hunter slowly opened his eyes.  He stared directly ahead of them at where the moonlight glinted off the nearby river.  “About what you said in that cave,” he answered.

Hercules told himself to start breathing again.  “Nothing to talk about, Iolaus,” he evenly replied.

Iolaus frowned absently biting his lower lip.  “You say you love me and then tell me there’s nothing to talk about?”

The demigod wondered how fast Marcus’ potion would put Iolaus to sleep.  Then he realized the conversation would have to take place sooner or later.  “This isn’t going to affect our partnership or our friendship.  I won’t let it.”

“Already has, Herc,” Iolaus pointed out with a reluctant yawn.  “What happened in Corinth wouldn’t have happened if we’d had this conversation earlier.”  He waited for Hercules’ response.  When none came, he continued.  “How long?”

Hercules drew a deep breath.  “Since we fought my brother, the Minotaur.  When he threatened to kill to you force me to fight him...”  He took another deep breath.  “That’s when it hit me.”

That long?  Iolaus had never considered his partner to be secretive by nature.  Now he wondered what else was hidden.  “Why didn’t you say anything when we were in the cave?” he asked to cover his thoughts.

Hercules uncomfortably shrugged.  Like Iolaus, he began staring at the darkened river.  “I didn’t realize at first I’d said it out loud,” he admitted.  “When I did...you seemed...I don’t know...that you were brooding about something.”  He shrugged again.  “I didn’t want to push you and maybe lose our friendship.”  He hesitantly glanced down at his partner.  “Why didn’t you say anything?”

It was Iolaus’ turn to look uncomfortable.  “I wasn’t sure you meant it,” he finally admitted.  “You were kinda feverish.  I told myself you were probably delirious.”

“Why wouldn’t I have meant it?” Hercules quizzically asked.  “I’m not in the habit of telling someone I love them if I don’t.”

The hunter hesitated so long Hercules thought he’d fallen asleep.  “Who am I that you would love like that?” he softly answered.  “I hero-worshiped you when we were kids, Herc.  Ever since you jumped in to help me fight off those bullies...when we first met.  You took me in as a friend...as a brother.  When we were older, I thought maybe...”  His voice trailed off.  “Then I realized your friendship meant a lot more to me than just screwing around.  It’s always been more than I had to right to expect.”

“Gods, Iolaus.”  Hercules instinctively hugged the hunter then relaxed his grip before he hurt Iolaus’ ribs further.  “Who are you that I would love like that?  You’re Iolaus, that’s who.  You’ve never treated me like I’m better than anyone else because of who my father happened to be.  You’ve never let me believe the songs and the stories.  You’ve been the one person I knew without a shadow of a doubt who I could trust to always be loyal...but still stand up to me and disagree with me when necessary.”  He took a deep breath.  “How could I not love you?”

Iolaus was silent for a few moments.  “Gee, Herc, you think you could be a little clearer about how you feel?”  He giggled even as he stifled a yawn.

“I’ll try,” the demigod drily promised.

Iolaus snuggled against the demigod finally beginning to concede defeat to Marcus’ potion.

Hercules stared down at the golden curls tucked under his chin.  “Iolaus, listen to me.  This is important.”

Iolaus turned to look at his partner.  “Yeah?”

Hercules glanced away for a few seconds then looked back at the hunter.  “Don’t...let me hold you too closely,” he hesitantly said.  “I want to, you know.  There’s...something inside me that wants to hold you so close that you become a part of me.  Don’t let me do that.  I know that’ll drive you away faster than anything.”

Iolaus stared into his partner’s blue eyes for only a few seconds then he grinned.  “Don’t worry,” he assured him as he settled back against Hercules’ chest.  “I’ll smack you if you don’t behave.”

“Iolaus,” Hercules sighed.

“I promise,” the hunter interrupted with a yawn.  “Can I go to sleep now?” he asked in a pathetic voice.

“Please,” Hercules smiled.

Iolaus grunted and closed his eyes.

Hercules was sure his partner was asleep before he hugged him and whispered, “I love you, Iolaus.”  He took a deep breath.  “It doesn’t matter you don’t love me back.”

*****

Iolaus carefully stared through barely slitted eyes.  Something had awoken him.  From the pale violet hue of the eastern sky, it was nearly dawn.  He was surprised he’d slept so deeply for so long.  He was also surprised to feel Hercules still holding him and smiled to himself.  True to his word, the demigod had supported him throughout the night to allow him at least one night’s deep healing sleep.

Just as Iolaus had closed his eyes intending to drift back into a very pleasant sleep, he felt it.

Hercules’ arms had tightened momentarily around him.

At first the hunter thought the demigod was dreaming.  Then he heard a barely audible sigh and felt lips gently brushing his hair.

The sweetness of the gesture contrasted with the sadness that seemed to float in the air from the sigh.

Iolaus remembered his partner’s admission of how long he’d loved the hunter and marveled at his friend’s ability to hide it for so long.  He also remembered Hercules’ warning not to allow him to hold the hunter too closely.

Tears formed in Iolaus’ blue eyes.  His heart suddenly ached thinking of how long his best friend had repressed his desires to the point that even now the demigod felt the only time he was free to touch Iolaus was when the hunter was asleep...and only now because of their new understanding.

Iolaus heard another soft sigh behind him as the demigod gently moved to a more comfortable position.  He felt Hercules’ cheek gently rest against the top of his head as he closed his eyes.  Why so sad, Herc?  Do you think I don’t love you as much as you love me? 

Iolaus’ blue eyes snapped open at the thought.  Then he slowly smiled.  Yeah...I love Herc.  Iolaus suddenly remembered all the times he’d awoken during the night to find his partner awake.  Hercules had always passed it off as insomnia or just not tired enough to sleep.  While the demigod didn’t seem to need as much sleep as normal people, Iolaus now saw another reason for the sleepless nights.

Iolaus was tempted to turn and show the demigod everything was going to work out.  With a flood of guilt, he realized Hercules had no idea how the hunter felt.  Then he smiled to himself.  I’m not going to argue with you about this, buddy.  I’m not going to give you the chance to stop me.  You didn’t sleep much tonight.  And I bet you didn’t sleep much last night either.  And I know you lost some sleep in Corinth after I was hurt.

Knowing the demigod couldn’t see the grin, Iolaus almost giggled.  He quickly turned the giggle into a cough and used the opportunity to snuggle closer to his partner.  As Hercules gently soothed him, the hunter closed his eyes.  Oh, yeah, Herc.  You won’t know what’s hitting you.

*****

Despite his intentions, Iolaus didn’t awaken again until almost mid-morning.  He found himself propped up against the large boulder with the blanket tucked around him.  Carefully sitting up, he ran a hand through his tousled hair and looked around for his partner.

Hercules, coming back from the river with a couple of fish dangling on a line, smiled as he saw his partner stirring.  Part of the smile was relief the hunter was finally awake.  He’d begun to fear he’d mixed the potion wrong and given the hunter too strong a dose.  Part of the smile, however, was the sheer joy he always felt in just watching Iolaus.

The blonde hunter blearily looked up at the demigod when he approached.  “I’m not drinking that stuff again,” he announced.  “I don’t care if you drag me all the way to Corinth and back.”

Hercules grunted.  “You did sleep through the night,” he pointed out.

“More like I was unconscious,” Iolaus retorted.  He gave his partner a level look as he slowly got to his feet.  “I’m not drinking it, Herc.”  He saw the frown on the demigod’s face.  “Look, how about we just camp around here for a few days?  There’s a better campsite downriver.  We can do a little fishing.”

Hercules considered the idea then nodded.  “We don’t have to be anywhere,” he agreed.  “We’ll scout around this afternoon and get a little further off the road.”

Iolaus grinned.  Yeah, further off the road is definitely on the agenda.  “Great,” he nodded as he walked towards the river.

For a moment, Hercules frowned and stared at his partner.  There were times he got a certain twitch between his shoulderblades.  Usually when Iolaus had gotten the better of him.  Maybe Iolaus just wants to get in some fishing.

*****

The day passed quietly.  They moved their campsite to a cove downriver and spent the rest of the day lazily fishing.  Neither man seemed interested in continuing their conversation from the previous night.

Iolaus was intent on continuing the conversation is a less verbal manner later on and didn’t see any reason to give his partner any warning about it. 

For his part, Hercules was just glad that Iolaus had accepted his confession and seemed to be at ease with it.  He was more concerned on how he would convince Iolaus to drink at least part of Marcus’ potion that evening.

As he expected, his partner protested when he saw Hercules surreptitiously bringing the bottle from the carrysack.  “I’m not drinking it,” Iolaus announced.  “You’ll have to sit on me and force it down.”

“Iolaus...”  Hercules shook his head.  “How about half of it?  Marcus probably did make it a little too strong.”

The blonde shook his head.  “No...and you’re not sitting up holding me tonight either,” he pronounced.  “I’m feeling much better.  We can lay down.”

Hercules frowned feeling that warning twitch again.  “Drink half the potion, and you can lay down,” he offered with a warning look.

Iolaus rebelliously stared at his partner for a few moments.  “Fine,” he finally grunted.  “I’ll drink it.  But I’m getting even with you and Iphicles and Marcus for this.”

Hercules shrugged as he began preparing the potion.  “I’ll warn them,” he teased.

Iolaus sat quietly watching his partner.  “Herc, isn’t there something to make it taste better?” he asked.  “It really does taste awful.”

The demigod turned around to rummage through their carrysack.

Iolaus took that opportunity to dig his fingers into the soft dirt behind him.  By the time Hercules turned back around, he’d wiped his fingers of the dirt and was looking hopefully at this partner.

“Sorry, Iolaus, nothing that’s going to help,” Hercules apologized.  “Just drink it as quickly as you can.”

The hunter grimaced but sat quietly as Hercules finished preparing the potion.  When the demigod handed the mug to him, he started at the steaming liquid with obvious distaste.  He saw the frown on Hercules’ face and rolled his eyes.  “I’m drinking.  I’m drinking.”  When Hercules smiled, he gestured towards the campfire.  “You want to finish the fish or wrap it in leaves for tomorrow?”

“I’ll wrap it,” Hercules decided turning towards the fire.

Iolaus waited until the demigod’s back was to him, then quickly dumped the potion into the hole behind him.  Before his partner could turn back around, Iolaus had the mug to his mouth and let the last few drops fall rest on his lips.  “Iphicles better be careful,” he shuddered.  “Marcus is probably a very good poisoner.”

“Marcus is a healer,” Hercules gently pointed out.  He took the mug and turned to rinse it with the extra water from the river.  He frowned feeling that twitch between his shoulderblades again.

Iolaus carefully reached behind him to scoop dirt into the liquid-filled hole.  Ah, Herc.  Alcmene would never have fallen for this.  I’m glad she didn’t teach you everything.  He carefully brushed his hand free of dirt then studied his partner.  Signs of fatigue were starting to show on the demigod’s face.  You need a few hours’ sleep, buddy.  You’re just going to wake up sooner than you think.

Hercules watched Iolaus from the corner of his eyes as the hunter began to spread the blankets on the ground.  His instinct told him the blonde was up to something...but he couldn’t figure it out.  He absently frowned when he saw Iolaus had spread his blanket where he was sitting and put the demigod’s next to him.

“Herc, we had a deal,” Iolaus pointed out.  “I drink half the potion.  We lay down to sleep.  Remember?”

“What?”  Hercules frowned.  “Yeah, I know.”

“Then why the frown?” the hunter asked.

“Sorry,” Hercules half-smiled.  “You sure you’ll be able to sleep?”

Iolaus rolled his eyes and lay down on the blanket.  “I’ve swallowed all of that potion that I’m going to,” he warned.

The demigod banked the fire then stepped over Iolaus to his own blanket.  He stretched out next to his partner and clasped his hands behind his head.  For a few seconds he wondered why Iolaus wasn’t sleeping on the other side of the fire as usual.

The hunter lay on his back for a few moments.  Then he turned to one side.  Then he rolled back onto his back.  Then he turned to the other side.

Hercules quizzically looked at his partner.  “Iolaus?”

Muttering under his breath, the hunter raised up on an elbow and scooted to where he lay against the demigod.  Twisting, he lay so his back rested upwards against Hercules’ ribs and his head lay on the demigod’s right shoulder.

Hercules watched the gyrations with a mixture of amusement and worry.  When his partner sighed and relaxed, Hercules tried not to chuckle.  “All done now?”

“Um-hum,” Iolaus nodded closing his eyes.  He would need a few hours’ sleep for what he had planned.  Deepening his breathing, he began the meditation that would allow him to sleep deeply for a few hours then awake.

Hercules curled his right arm about Iolaus trying to ignore the sudden wave of desire that flooded his body as Iolaus instinctively snuggled closer.  He felt Iolaus’ body slowly relaxing into sleep.  After minutes of listening to the hunter’s soft snores, he lowered his head and gently kissed the top of Iolaus’ curls.  Resting his cheek against the top of his partner’s head, he stared up at the sky until he, too, fell asleep.

***** 

Iolaus carefully opened his eyes.  Controlling his breathing, he scanned their campsite.  Nothing was out of place, and he could sense no other presence nearby.  Hercules’ right arm lay loosely around him.

Using all his stealth, the hunter carefully turned in the embrace until he was facing the demigod.  For a few seconds, he debated continuing or allowing his partner some much needed rest.  Then he silently shook his head.  Given that Hercules had repressed his feelings for so long, any delay would only allow him to think of more reasons not to take this final step.

Iolaus smiled as he ran through the arguments his partner would use.  After a few moments, he figured he’d covered them all.  Not that I plan on letting you do much talking, buddy.  Wickedly smiling, Iolaus bent closer and began gently nibbled on the demigod’s right ear.  Experimentally, he ran his tongue along Hercules’ jaw then gently kissed his throat.  He chuckled as the sleeping demigod moaned softly and shifted under him.  Moving his mouth to the side of Hercules’ neck, he gently kissed the bronzed skin while his fingers slid under his partner’s shirt and began to caress the demigod’s chest.

Hercules lazily opened his eyes and sleepily smiled.  “Iolaus,” he murmured.  Two seconds later, his blue eyes flew open.  “IOLAUS!”

“Mmmmm?”

“Iolaus, stop that.”  Hercules hoped his voice wasn’t shaking as much as his muscles.

“Why?” Iolaus asked nibbling again on the demigod’s ear.

“Iolaus...”  Hercules took a deep breath.  Just gently push him away.  Now.  Go on..do it.  Anytime now.  “This isn’t a good idea.”

“Why not?” the hunter asked.  He curled one finger around a quickly hardening nipple as he gently sucked along Hercules’ neck.

Why not?  There’s some reason...  “Iolaus, you’re in no shape for this,” Hercules finally answered.

“Wanna bet?” his partner giggled.

Hercules turned to stare at the blonde.  Their faces were so close they could feel each other’s breath across their skin.  Two can play this game.  He leaned forward and gently brushed his lips across Iolaus’ mouth.  “You didn’t drink that potion, did you?”

“A guy can only sleep so much, Herc,” Iolaus grinned.  He leaned forward to return the kiss but found the demigod’s hands on his arms restraining him.

“You said you’d drink half the potion,” Hercules recalled.

“Didn’t say when I’d drink it,” Iolaus pointed out with a grin.

“Iolaus...”  The demigod released his friend and sat up.  He drew a ragged breath and ran a hand through his hair.

Then I realized your friendship meant a lot more to me that just screwing around.  Iolaus took a deep breath and pushed himself to a sitting position.  “Look, Herc, I’m sorry.  I just...wanted to surprise you.”

“You did that,” the demigod wryly admitted turning around to sit facing the hunter.  “I didn’t expect to wake up with you arousing me like that.”

Iolaus half-shrugged.  “Wrong place.  Wrong time.  It’s not a problem, Herc.”

“It’s not that,” Hercules softly replied.  “I just want you so damn bad.  And I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”  He held up a hand to forestall his partner’s argument.  “And I could.  Especially with your ribs already in bad shape.”

“Damn my ribs, Herc!” Iolaus angrily protested.  “You think I don’t want you...that I don’t love you?”  He saw the slow smile spreading across the demigod’s face.  “What?” he demanded.

“So you love me, huh?” Hercules teased.  He was positive every creature in the forest could hear the thudding of his heart.

Iolaus grinned.  “Yeah,” he softly answered.  “So what are you going to do about it?”

Hercules silently moved closer.  Without speaking another word, he slid his hand around to the back of the blonde’s neck then hungrily pressed his lips against Iolaus’.  He slid his tongue across Iolaus’ lips surprised at their softness.

The hunter groaned and opened his mouth in invitation.  He felt Hercules’ arms sliding around him almost supporting him as his muscles suddenly turned to water.  He allowed his hands to rest on Hercules’ chest his fingers half-curling in pleasure.

Iolaus knew he was a good lover.  He knew how to concentrate on his partners allowing them to receive as much passion and pleasure as possible.  And he enjoyed the responses he received in return from his partners due to his attention to them.  Now he was beginning to know how it felt to be on the receiving end of such intensity.  Before he realized it, he was lying on his back staring up at Hercules.

The demigod braced himself on his arms and stared down into Iolaus’ blue eyes.  “I won’t let myself hurt you,” he murmured.  “And until your ribs heal, we’re not making love.”

“My ribs...” Iolaus indignantly began.

“Are hurt.”  Hercules gently kissed his beloved on the mouth.  “Are badly hurt.”  He nuzzled Iolaus’ neck.  “But I can pleasure you.  Let me do that..let me pleasure you..”

Torn between wanting to argue about the wellness of his ribs and not wanting Hercules to stop anything he was doing, Iolaus settled on a happy sigh.  “Yeah,” he murmured.  “Please?”

Hercules settled himself next to the blonde.  “I’ll make you feel so good,” he whispered.  He slowly traced Iolaus’ lips with his tongue...teasing...almost taunting the hunter to open his mouth in return.  The soft moan he heard sent a shot of hot desire through the demigod’s body.  Hands shaking, he carefully pushed the hunter’s purple vest open and spread his hands across Iolaus’ chest.

Hercules nuzzled the hollow behind his lover’s ear then gently sucked the pulse point in Iolaus’ neck.  As the hunter instinctively arched against the demigod, Hercules marveled at the delicate thudding of Iolaus’ heart under his hand...echoed against his mouth as he gently sucked at the pulse point.

Iolaus wound his fingers through the demigod’s honey-colored hair.  “Herc...ahhh...Herc,” he breathed.  He twisted his head trying to recapture the demigod’s mouth.  “Herc...kiss me.”

Smiling, Hercules quickly obeyed.  He slowly ran his tongue across the hunter’s lips dancing away from Iolaus’ seeking tongue.  His right hand drifted down the hunter’s chest and encountered the bandages tightly wound around his injured ribs.

Iolaus felt the demigod tense and pull slightly away from him.  He opened his eyes and stared up into his partner’s eyes.  Herc, I swear... you find more ways to feel guilty about nothing at all.  “Don’t you dare tickle me,” he solemnly warned.

Hercules’ eyes widened in surprise then saw the merriment in the hunter’s clear blue eyes.  “Never occurred to me,” he honestly replied with a smile.

“This time,” Iolaus acknowledged trying not to grin.  “Just keep it in mind for future reference.”

The smile on his partner’s lips broadened as the demigod began laughing.  “No promises,” he finally answered.

Iolaus grinned as he wound his arms around the demigod’s neck.  “Don’t be so serious, Herc.  Making love is supposed to be fun.  Remember?”

Hercules cocked his head to one side.  “Something else to remember for future reference?” he teased.

“Yeah,” Iolaus grinned.  He raised his head and snatched a quick kiss.  “I know what you’re doing, Herc.  And I’ll let you get away with it tonight.  But you’re not going to hold me too tightly.  We’re not stopping being partners.”  He gave the demigod a level look.  “In everything.”

“I know,” Hercules softly answered.  He flashed his lover a crooked smile.  “I do love you, Iolaus.  But I want to pleasure you tonight.”  He rested his right hand on the hunter’s codpiece noticing how Iolaus’ eyes began darkening with desire.  “Let me?”

“Don’t tease so much,” Iolaus half-joked with a gasp.

The demigod unsteadily chuckled.  His mouth captured Iolaus’ again this time his tongue plundering his partner’s mouth with a vengeance.  He greedily wanted all the sweetness Iolaus was eagerly offering.

The blonde felt his bones were turning to water as his lover thoroughly explored his mouth.  He felt Hercules’ fingers running through his tangled curls and arched his head into that touch.

So beautiful...gods...you are so beautiful...The demigod felt Iolaus moving against him and took a deep breath.  His fingers shook as he carefully freed his lover’s hardening cock.  You will not take him...you will not hurt him.  Hercules desperately fought the almost sickening rise of desire that flooded him....the desire to possess his lover’s body...again...and again...and again...

Iolaus sighed when the demigod’s lips traveled across his throat...his tongue laving across the hunter’s chest.  His eyes flew open when Hercules firmly closed his hand around Iolaus’ cock and began pumping the shaft.

Fire...so hot...burning...Iolaus forced air into his lungs even as he arched upwards pumping his cock into Hercules’ hand.

Hercules saw the brilliant blue of Iolaus’ eyes had turned almost black.  “Easy, love,” he murmured with a gentle kiss.  “I’ll make it good.  I promise.”

Almost before Iolaus knew what was happening, the demigod shifted his weight and began running his tongue along Iolaus’ throbbing shaft.

“Herc,” Iolaus groaned as he closed his eyes in almost painful pleasure.  “Gods...”He half-laughed.  “Gods, Herc, I love you.”

Hercules grinned as he closed his mouth around Iolaus’ cock and began sucking.  You taste so good...sweet sweet Iolaus...He groaned both from Iolaus’ thrusting into his mouth and from his own tense arousal.  He began fondling Iolaus’ balls rubbing them gently. 

“Herc...Herc...don’t...can’t...GODS HERC!”  Iolaus suddenly arched upwards nearly throwing the demigod off his body as his cock exploded deep in his partner’s mouth.

Ambrosia...nectar...nothing else could taste this wonderful.  Hercules greedily gulped his beloved’s seed determined not to lose one single precious drop.

The hunter deeply gasped for air as he struggled to regain the vision that had blurred and almost darkened completely from the force of his orgasm.  When he could think again, he realized Hercules was gently bathing his quivering cock...soothing it...gentling the hunter’s jangled nerves.

Almost sobbing, Iolaus reached for his lover tugging on his arm.  “C’mere, Herc...come to me...please,” he softly urged.

The demigod reluctantly released Iolaus’ cock and turned his head to see tears in the hunter’s eyes.  “No...gods, no,” he murmured.  Stretching out next to Iolaus, he hesitantly pulled the blonde into his arms.  “I didn’t mean to hurt you, Iolaus...I swear...”

“Herc!” Iolaus gasped.  “You didn’t hurt me.  What makes you think that?”  He carefully shifted his weight managing not to grimace at the pressure on his injured ribs.  “That was so incredible...intense...I never felt anything like that.”

Hercules took a deep breath and pushed a lock of Iolaus’ blonde hair from his face.  “Don’t scare me like that,” he half-teased.

Iolaus’ eyes twinkled.  “I’m not supposed to enjoy it?”  His left hand drifted down and began undoing the demigod’s codpiece.  He peered back up at the demigod with such a sultry look that Hercules’ cock almost exploded then and there. 

“Iolaus...” Hercules began.

“You mention my ribs one more time, and I’ll...I’ll..I’ll think of something,” Iolaus threateningly muttered.

Hercules groaned when the blonde’s nimble fingers began stroking his cock.  “What ribs?” he moaned.  He caught Iolaus by the shoulder and leaned down to plant a hard kiss on Iolaus’ half-swollen lips.

Iolaus groaned into his partner’s mouth as he firmly stroked the demigod’s weeping cock.  Hardly before he knew it, Hercules had stiffened and bathed Iolaus’ hand with his seed.  He caught his breath as Hercules fell back on the ground desperately gulping air.

Iolaus stretched out next to his partner.  Waiting until the demigod was watching him from half-closed eyes, he slowly began licking and sucking the fingers coated with Hercules’ seed.  “Nice diversion, Herc,” he casually complimented.  “Won’t happen again,” he warned.

“Wasn’t sure it would work this time,” Hercules ruefully admitted.  He gently pulled Iolaus into his arms and hugged him.  “I know I’m holding too tightly, but I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“If you do, I’ll let you know,” the blonde gently replied.  “You’ve always trusted me, Herc.  You gotta trust me on this, too.”

Hercules took a deep breath.  “You’re right,” he admitted removing his arms.

Iolaus gave him an irritated look.  “There’s no need to take it to extremes,” he pointed out pulling Hercules’ arms back around him.  He closed his eyes and snuggled closer.

Hercules chuckled and hugged his beloved close to him.  He stared up at the star-studded black sky with a wide smile.  Life is so good.

And it was...until the day Iolaus died.

*****

Six Months Later

“I’m not sure about this.”  Cassandra uneasily eyed the busy Corinthian dock.

“Don’t worry,” Hercules smiled as he gently escorted her away from the ship.  “This isn’t Atlantis.  No one is going to bother you.”

“Are you certain you should just...barge in uninvited?” Cassandra frowned.  “Even if he is your brother, he’s still the king.”  She was pleased to see a rare flash of genuine amusement in the demigod’s blue eyes.

“If I didn’t, he’d wonder what was wrong with me,” Hercules confided.  Several minutes later, he sighed.  The guards on duty at the palace gates were wearing their dress uniforms.  “It seems we aren’t the only visitors,” he mused.

“Hercules!  I was wondering if you’d show up!” Mantholes grinned.  He eyed Cassandra appreciatively.  “Looks like you’ve decided to get a better-looking traveling companion.”

Cassandra drew herself up as she indignantly flushed.  She saw something flash in the demigod’s eyes, but it disappeared before she could put a name to it.

“Don’t mind him, Cassandra,” Hercules patiently explained.  “He’s one of those rare people who actually was dropped one too many times on his head as a baby.”

Cassandra snickered as Mantholes rolled his eyes.  “Good to see you, too,” he retorted.  “I do apologize,” he added to Cassandra.  “All this sh...stuff with the Parthians has got everybody rattled.”

“Them again?” Hercules sighed.  He looked around.  “I supposed that’s why everyone’s dressed up?”

Mantholes glumly nodded.  “The king asked Jason to come as well.”  He suddenly grinned.  “He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying dressing up for all this nonsense, either.  Now, your mother looks...”

“Mother’s here?” Hercules interrupted.  When Mantholes nodded, the demigod absently frowned.  “Iphicles must really be wanting to keep a lid on things.”

Mantholes shrugged.  “Like he tells me anything,” he good-naturedly grumbled.  “Well, you know the way.  I’d escort you, but I’ve got to make sure everything’s all spit and polish for those dam...our guests.”  He started to walk away then looked over his shoulder.  “Tell Iolaus he still owes me 20 dinars...I don’t care what he says.”

“I’ll remind him,” Hercules laconically nodded before turning towards the palace.

Cassandra’s eyes narrowed as she followed the demigod.  Iolaus.  That was the name that always brought a look of deep pain to the her friend’s blue eyes.  At first, she thought it was the source of the grief and loss she associated with death.  After a few brief conversations where Iolaus was mentioned, she realized the man, whoever he was, was alive...but his name always brought pain to the demigod.

Inside the palace, she noted the demigod was treated with not only respect but deep reverence by some of the courtiers.  Her friend appreciated the respect but seemed embarrassed by the reverence.  They were quickly escorted into the more private areas of the palace.

“Jason!” Hercules suddenly called.

A dark-haired man, near the end of the hallway, turned and smiled in genuine pleasure.  “Hercules!  We didn’t know you were coming!”  He held out his arm in greeting.

Hercules easily smiled as he grasped the other man’s arm.  “You’re looking...resplendent, Jason.”

Jason shook his head as he looked down at his clothing.  “You know, I thought I gave up all this when I married your mother,” he sighed.  Then he raised his head, and Cassandra saw the twinkling in his dark eyes.

“You love it,” Hercules teased.

Jason snorted.  “I enjoy it for Alcmene’s sake.  She deserves it.”

“Speaking of Mother, where...” Hercules began.

“Speaking of your mother, she’d give you a lecture for your poor manners,” Jason grinned.  “When are you planning to introduce me to this lovely young woman?”

Cassandra blushed as Hercules rolled his eyes.  “I see I’m going to have to tell Iphicles you obviously don’t have enough to do,” he mock grumbled.  “Cassandra, this is Jason...one of my so-called friends.”  The humor in his eyes and voice took the sting from the words.  “Jason, this is Cassandra.”

“Enchanted.”  Jason bowed over Cassandra’s hand.  He winked only half-concealing it from the demigod.  “Don’t mind him.  He gets cranky when Iolaus isn’t around to keep him in line.”

Cassandra saw Jason also saw the momentary look of pain that crossed Hercules’ face.  Then the demigod sighed.  “Everyday I keep asking myself just what it is my mother sees in you?”

“So do I,” Jason comfortably agreed with a laugh.  “Come on, Alcmene’s resting in our suite.”

“Resting?” Hercules quickly asked with a frown.

Jason nodded.  “With Rena’s death, Iphicles doesn’t have an official hostess,” he explained.  “That’s one reason we’re here.  Iphicles thought I could help with the Parthian delegation while Alcmene charms their boots off them.”  He grinned with pride.  “And she’s almost got them paying her for the privilege of being charmed.”

“That’s Mother,” Hercules grinned.  “She’s amazing.”

*****

Mother is so amazing, Hercules admitted.  With only a few hours’ time, she’d found clothing suitable for Cassandra and had placed her at Iphicles’ side as though she was born to be there.  After some momentary trepidation and a brief conversation with the Corinthian king, Cassandra sat at Iphicles’ left at the head table presiding with grace and dignity.

With his own sense of warped humor, Iphicles had chosen a head table with three seats.  He sat between Cassandra and Alcmene leaving Jason and Hercules to sit at a lower table.

“You know, by dawn the rumors will be flying that you brought back a bride for Iphicles,” Jason murmured.  He closely watched his friend’s reaction.

Hercules shrugged.  “He could do worse,” he admitted.  “She’d certainly keep him in line.”

“Don’t they all?”  Jason smiled at a radiant Alcmene.  From the corner of his eyes, he saw Hercules playing with the stem of his goblet.  He saw the frown and leaned closer.  “What’s wrong?”

Hercules hesitated.  “Iphicles isn’t thinking,” he finally answered.  “He should have had a larger table.  You should be sitting up there.”

Jason studied his friend as he sipped his water.  You’d make a lousy diplomat.  You can’t lie even if you wanted to.  “Iphicles knows what he’s doing.  The Parthians sent a very minor delegation.  He’s letting them know he’ll treat them seriously if they treat him seriously.”  He grinned at Hercules’ irritated expression.  “As for me...”  He shook his head.  “Iphicles has to be seen as independent...not my appendage.”

Hercules sighed.  “I’m glad I had the good sense to turn this down,” he admitted.  “I wouldn’t have made a very good king.  Too much...playacting.”

“I think it’s turned out for the best for everyone.”  Jason exchanged a loving smile with Alcmene.  “Especially for me.”  He turned back to his friend.  “How have you been doing?”

Hercules inwardly cringed.  He’d been dreading this conversation ever since his arrival.  “I’m fine, Jason,” he answered in what he hoped was a calm convincing voice.  “Don’t worry about me.”

“Too late to start asking that,” Jason wryly pointed out.  “But I’ll try to contain myself.”  He relaxed when Hercules chuckled.  “How long are you staying?”

“I’d planned to stay until Cassandra felt comfortable here,” Hercules admitted.  His eyes studied the young woman who was intently listening to Iphicles.  “But I think Iph and Mother have that in hand.”

Jason somberly nodded.  “Atlantis,” he mused.  “I always thought it was a myth.”

“Lots of people thought the Golden Fleece was a myth,” Hercules pointed out with a grin.

Jason grinned back.  “Point taken,” he admitted.  “Don’t worry about Cassandra.  We’ll watch over her.”  He glanced again at the head table.  “I think your mother’s matchmaking.”

Hercules saw the fond look Alcmene was giving Iphicles and Cassandra.  “I think those rumors will be flying before dawn,” he judged.

Jason nodded with a grunt.  “Where are you heading now?  Home?”  He deliberately didn’t look at the demigod.

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” Hercules casually replied.  He took a cautious breath.  Home.  That meant...Iolaus.

Jason shrugged.  “Iolaus has been looking after the farm,” he explained.  “That is, if he’s still there.”  He refilled his goblet with more water.  “We asked him to come along.  But once he heard what was going on...”  He indicated the room full of richly dressed courtiers and visitors.  “He shuddered...swore he’d rather fight all of Echidna’s kids at one time...and politely declined the invitation.”

Hercules chuckled despite himself.  “Then he’s at home?” he asked after a moment.

Jason fixed his dark eyes on his friend.  “He’s probably waiting for you to show up and apologize.”

Hercules nodded staring at the table in front of him.  “I know,” he mumbled.  Then he gave Jason as sharp look.  “What did Iolaus tell you?”

“Nothing,” Jason replied with a wolfish grin.  “You’re right, Hercules.  You aren’t very good at this.”

“You set me up,” Hercules accused with narrowed eyes.

“I most certainly did,” Jason cheerfully acknowledged.  “I have to do that with you and Iolaus sometimes.”  He stared at the demigod until Hercules finally glanced away.  “You are planning on going home, aren’t you?”

“I don’t know,” Hercules finally admitted.  He uneasily glanced around the crowded room.  “Can we talk about this later...in private?”

“Of course,” Jason smiled.  He took the demigod by the arm and pulled him to his feet.  Stunned, Hercules didn’t resist. 

Jason turned towards the head table.  “Our apologies, Your Majesty,” he called with a low bow from the waist.  “Urgent business.”

The expression of shock and surprise on Hercules’ face almost sent Iphicles into undignified snickers.  Although the merriment shone in his dark eyes, he gravely nodded permission.  He watched somewhat in awe as the former King of Corinth had Hercules out of the room hardly before the demigod knew what was going on. 

“What is Jason doing?” Alcmene quietly asked.

Iphicles patted her hand seeing the worry in her eyes.  “Don’t worry, Mother,” he urged.  “Jason knows what he’s doing.”  I just wish I knew what’s going on.

*****

“I can’t believe you did that, Jason!” Hercules angrily muttered as he walked with Jason towards the private bedchambers.

“Believe it,” Jason calmly assured him.

“Do you have any idea how that looked?” Hercules demanded.

“I think you’re more worried about that than either Iphicles or me,” Jason pointed out.  He opened the door to Hercules’ room and entered.  He looked over his shoulder where the demigod stood in the doorway looking at him in exasperation.  “Don’t just stand there.  Get in here.”  He used his “Captain of the Argo” voice.

Hercules automatically obeyed before he knew what he was doing.  He scowled once in Jason’s direction as he closed the door. 

Jason ignored the scowl and leaned against the wall his arms folded across his chest.  “Now.  Let’s start again.  You are going home, aren’t you?”

On one hand, Hercules was irritated with his friend for pushing.  On the other hand, he admitted he needed to be pushed.  He distractedly ran a hand through his hair.  “I..don’t know...yes, I guess so,” he finally answered.

Jason nodded without blinking an eye.  “I’m glad that’s settled,” he wryly answered.  He waved a hand at Hercules’ scowl.  “My mistake.  I asked the wrong question.  I should have asked why you took off without Iolaus after Serena died.”

Hercules looked away then sat on the edge of the bed.  He rested his elbows on his knees and buried his face in his hands.  “Jason...is it possible to love two people at the same time?” he finally mumbled.

“Of course, it is,” Jason nodded.  “You just love them in different ways.”

“I mean...” Hercules shook his head.

“I know what you mean,” Jason interrupted.  “You were in love with Iolaus when you fell in love with Serena.”

Hercules’ head jerked up as he stared at his friend in surprise.

Jason slowly grinned.  “I saw the way you looked at him...and the way he looked at you...when you thought no one was looking.”  He waved a hand in dismissal as Hercules began to blush.  “No one who didn’t know the two of you well would’ve have seen it.  But I do know the two of you well.”  He fixed his dark eyes on Hercules’ face.  “I was surprised when we got word you’d married Serena.”  When Hercules looked away, he continued.  “And I heard Iolaus witnessed it as your best man.”

“Yeah,” Hercules muttered as he rose to his feet.  Restless, he walked to the window and stared out into the darkness.  “He did.”

Jason studied him for several moments.  “Do you still love Iolaus?” he quietly asked.

“It doesn’t matter,” Hercules half-whispered.

“I think it would matter to Iolaus...and to you,” Jason disagreed.

“Gods, Jason!”  Hercules angrily looked over his shoulder.  “Do you really think Iolaus would take me back now?  After everything I did!  He’s not a fool!”

He may not be a fool, but he’d take you back without hesitation.  Jason refused to be goaded.  He continued staring at Hercules until the demigod looked away.  “Why did you leave without him?” he pressed.

Hercules took a deep breath and stared out the window.  “I lost both of them, Jason,” he finally answered.  “I lost Serena to Hades, and I lost Iolaus when I married Serena.”  He closed his eyes as tears threatened.  “When Serena died...Iolaus was there to help pull me back from the darkness.  Just like always.  But I couldn’t stand it...couldn’t stand how he was there by my side even after I’d...chosen another.”  He quickly brushed tears away turning away to hide them from Jason.

“When we separated, Iolaus rescued his cousin from some cult,” the demigod continued.  “Salmoneus told me about it.  We met up briefly after that...before I left and found Atlantis.  He didn’t say anything when I left.  That’s when I realized Iolaus doesn’t need me.  He really never did.”  He finally turned to face Jason.  He crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned back against the window.

“That’s ridiculous,” Jason firmly scoffed.  “He needs you as much as you need him.  End of story.”  He frowned as the demigod looked away.  “Iolaus has been sitting at home waiting for you because he didn’t know where you were and wanted to give you some space and time...like he needed space and time after Ania and his son died.”

Hercules glanced at Jason almost not wanting to feel the hope in his heart.  “You really think so?” he softly asked.

“Yes,” Jason gently smiled.  He cleared his throat.  “I’ll let your mother know you’re leaving at first light.”  He gave his friend a firm yet fond look.  “And you are leaving at first light to go see Iolaus.” 

Hercules silently nodded.  When Jason closed the door behind him, wearily turned and looked out the window once again.  Gonna be a long night, he thought.

*****

A couple of days later, Hercules stood in the small copse of trees on the knoll overlooking Iolaus’ forge.  He needed to talk with Iolaus...to try and explain...to try and mend their friendship.  And ask for his friend’s forgiveness no matter what Jason had said.  He didn’t dare hope the hunter would take him back as a lover.  He’d thoughtlessly destroyed that relationship months ago.

He saw a young woman leave Iolaus’ house and stop by the forge.  There was a childish yelp and squeal as Iolaus emerged from the forge carrying a small boy of about three over his shoulder.  With a laugh, Iolaus flipped the boy and set him on the ground.  The boy was clutching an object in his arms and staring up at Iolaus with something close to hero worship.

Hercules thought about turning around and leaving Iolaus behind.  He tried not to remember the last time he’d seen the blonde so carefree and happy...tried not to remember those days of simple happiness and nights of indescribable joy and passion.  I should walk away now.  Let him be happy.  He deserves it, and I don’t.   He shook his head at the absurdity of the idea.   Who do you think you’re kidding?  Parting from Iolaus might happen, but it would not be by his choice.  However, the blonde just might be mad enough to send him away for good.  You’re the one who left him, remember?

Iolaus handed a metal pan to the woman who shyly smiled then gave him a hug.  He fondly ruffled the boy’s hair and watched as they walked down the road.  Then he turned and disappeared back into the forge.

Hercules abruptly turned and walked away before he was seen.

*****

Hercules found himself at his mother’s house.  He saw evidence of recent repairs and realized Iolaus must have been looking after the place while his mother and Jason were in Corinth with Iphicles.  He wandered around the house and gardens arguing with himself over what to do.  He finally realized he really had no choice.  He had to see Iolaus.  If the hunter wanted to have nothing more to do with him, it was nothing better than he deserved.  But it wouldn’t happen without a fight.

If Hercules had learned one thing in the past two horrible months, it was that he needed Iolaus...in more ways than one.  If it took him crawling from Corinth to the Macedonian frontier to get Iolaus back as his partner, he’d do it.  He smiled to himself.  Iolaus might not make him crawl, but the hunter just might hit him all the way from Corinth to the Macedonian frontier.

He was almost back to Iolaus’ when he questioned if the hunter would be alone.  Then he shrugged.  If not, he’d go back to Alcmene’s and wait for Iolaus to seek him out.  Who do you think you’re kidding?  Hercules ground his back teeth in frustration.  He’d been fighting his old intense need for Iolaus for weeks.  If they could just reclaim a piece of their friendship and partnership, he’d live in gratitude for that for the rest of his life.  He swore he would.

The sun had barely set when Hercules took a deep breath and knocked on the hunter’s door.  “Iolaus?” he hesitantly called.

In the next few seconds he had a mental vision of the young woman he’d seen earlier diving under the blankets even as Iolaus hurriedly dressed no doubt cursing the demigod’s spectacular lack of timing.  But when the door opened, the blonde was broadly grinning at him.  “Herc!  You’re back!”  He grabbed Hercules’ arm and shook it.

“Got back today,” Hercules admitted relaxing a little as he smiled back.  “Uh...I just thought I’d stop and see if you were here.”

“Come on in,” the hunter invited.  “I was just eating.  There’s nothing to eat at Alcmene’s.  She and Jason have been in Corinth for the last couple of weeks.”

“I know,” the demigod nodded.  “I saw them there.”  As he stepped inside, he quickly glanced around.  It seemed the hunter was alone.

“Yeah?  How are they?  Any idea when they’re coming back?  Not that I mind looking after the place, you know.  Just thought I’d get some other repairs done before they get back.  As a surprise for Alcmene.  I mean, let’s face it.  Jason’s a great guy, but he’s not good at repairs.  I’d rather get it done before he gets back and tries to help.”  Iolaus wondered if the demigod would notice he was babbling.

Hercules did notice but found he didn’t care.  Iolaus’ voice was washing over him like soothing lotion over hot burning skin.  He let the hunter bring the stew and ale over in front of the fireplace where they sat.

Iolaus glanced at his friend frowning to himself at the shadows he saw in the demigod’s eyes...not to mention the drawn features.  “So...where have you been?” he casually asked.

“Atlantis,” Hercules bleakly replied.  He stared at the bowl of stew as though he’d never seen one before.

“Atlantis?  You mean, it actually exists?” Iolaus frowned.

“Not any more,” the demigod shook his head.  “They destroyed themselves.”  He heavily sighed.  “It’s gone.  The entire island...all gone.”

Iolaus winced at the flat emotionless tone.

“They had such potential,” Hercules continued.  “They could have offered the rest of the world so much if they’d just...”  He shook his head again feeling the frustration build.

“Did anyone survive?” the hunter quietly asked.

“One native...Cassandra,” Hercules answered.  He stared into the fire his eyes fixed on the flames.  “She tried to warn them.  But they wouldn’t listen.  We managed to escape along with some shipwrecked sailors they were using as slave labor.  But no one else.”

“Herc, I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again,” the hunter gently offered.  “You can’t save everybody.  And you can’t help someone who doesn’t want to be helped.”

Hercules tiredly smiled.  “Somehow it sounds more believable when you say it.”

Iolaus snorted.  He noticed the demigod hadn’t eaten.  “I didn’t think my cooking was that bad,” he teased.

Hercules stared down at the bowl in surprise.  “It’s fine.  I just haven’t had much of an appetite lately.”

“Doesn’t look like you’ve slept much either,” the hunter commented.  He took the bowl from Hercules and placed it on the hearth.  “It’ll stay warm if you want some later.  Go ahead and get into bed.”

“What?”  Hercules stared at his friend in surprise.

“Bed.”  Iolaus pointed to the next room.  “Sleep.”

“Just like that?” the demigod half-whispered in surprise and relief.

Iolaus cocked his head to one side.  “Yeah,” he quietly answered.  He lithely got to his feet.  “C’mon, I’ll get some extra blankets.”

***** 

He heard the screams of terror and pain.  But he couldn’t find those who were screaming.  Dark billowing clouds of acrid smoke mixed with stinging hot ash that obscured even his vision.  The worst were the panicked screams of the children.  He screamed himself hoarse shouting for those who needed him...needed his help.  But he never found them.  He could only helplessly listen as their pleading voices faded.

“HERC!”

The hunter quickly ducked as Hercules sat up.  The demigod, still in the grip of the nightmare, looked wildly around him.

“Herc.  It’s me.  You’re okay.  It’s okay now.”  Iolaus soothingly spoke to his friend.  He carefully reached out and touched the demigod’s rigid shoulder.

“Iolaus?”  Hercules’ voice broke.

“Yeah, it’s me.  It’s okay.”  Slowly Iolaus sat on the bed next to his friend.  “You just had a nightmare.”

The demigod flopped back onto the bed and closed his eyes to stop the tears.  “Sorry,” he muttered.

Who are you trying to kid? Iolaus silently asked himself.  He’d wanted to hold Hercules from the moment the demigod had walked into the cottage.  He’d resigned himself to losing Hercules’ love but had actually started to fear their partnership and friendship had been lost as well during the last couple of months when Hercules had seemed to disappear from the known world.  The hunter acted like nothing had happened between them when Hercules arrived because he didn’t want to push and maybe lose whatever remained.  “Move over,” Iolaus suddenly ordered giving the demigod a slight shove.

“What?” Hercules asked in confusion even as he moved.

“Move over.”  Iolaus slid into the bed next to him.  Before Hercules could react, the hunter had pulled the blankets over both of them and enfolded his friend into his arms.

The demigod blinked as he felt Iolaus pull his head onto the hunter’s shoulder.   He shuddered as Iolaus gently ran a hand up and down his back.

“It wasn’t your fault,” Iolaus soothing said after a moment.

“Yes, it was.  All of it.”  Hercules’ voice broke with emotion.

“How?  What were you supposed to do?” Iolaus softly demanded.  “You couldn’t change the entire Atlantean culture. If they didn’t want to see reason, you couldn’t make them.”

Hercules was silent for a moment.  “I was talking about Serena...and us,” he finally admitted.

“Oh.”  Iolaus wasn’t sure he wanted to go there.  At least, not yet.  “You sure you’re up to this?”

“No.”  The demigod felt himself slowly relaxing within Iolaus’ embrace.  “But I may lose my nerve in the morning.”

Iolaus smiled into the darkness.  “You’ve never backed away from anything that needed to be done,” he pointed out.  “This whole Atlantis thing has just got you knocked off-kilter.”

“I loved Serena,” Hercules quietly spoke.  “I loved her in a way so different from how I love you.  I needed her differently.”  He paused expecting a reaction from Iolaus.

The hunter merely continued stroking Hercules’ back in a soothing motion.  “And?” he finally prodded determined to ignore the stabbing pain in his heart.  Don’t ask for more than you deserve.  Just accept whatever he’s willing to give you...and be happy with it.

Hercules bit back a sigh.  “And then you died because of Hera’s enforcer.  Then you almost died again when Serena shot you.  I wanted to protect...”

“WHAT?”  Despite himself, Iolaus tensed.  After a moment, he continued in a voice laced with anger and hurt.  “Are you telling me you married Serena in some misguided attempt to protect me?”

“No.  To protect me,” Hercules admitted.

Iolaus frowned.  He mulled that over for a few seconds then sighed.  “Okay, Herc.  I admit it.  I don’t understand that one.”

Instinctively, the demigod reached out and took Iolaus’ hand in his.  Comforted by the touch, he twisted his fingers around the hunter’s smaller fingers.  “You know how much I love you...how much I need you.  Gods, Iolaus, there are times I can’t breathe because I need you so much.  And I don’t mean just the sex.”  He took a deep breath to steady himself.  “When Hera’s enforcer killed you...when you died in my arms...I felt this gaping hole inside me.  There I was...holding your dead body in my arms.  Mother was crying.  Jason was trying to comfort me.  But all I could think was that I had to get you back.”

“And you did,” Iolaus reminded him.

“Yeah.  And we both know I went a little overboard afterwards.”  Hercules took a deep breath.  “Then you got shot by Serena and nearly died again.”

Iolaus’ eyes narrowed.  He was beginning to see where this explanation was going.

“I realized I couldn’t stand losing you again.”  Hercules’ voice shook even as he took a deep breath.  “I honestly thought that by loving Serena I could protect myself from the pain of losing you.  But I didn’t realize I would drive you away...that I’d lose you in a different way.”  He closed his eyes frightened by the rejection he feared was coming...the rejection he deserved.

Iolaus was quiet for several moments even as he gently stroked his lover’s back.  “What did you expect?” he quietly asked.  “Yeah, I was jealous.  But I meant it when I said if it made you happy, then I was happy.  I just thought...we’d discuss it more.”  He took a deep breath of his own searching for the words that would explain his pain without causing pain to his beloved.  “It really hurt...hurt that you just dropped it on me.  And expected me to accept it right then and there.”

Hercules shivered   “I know.  I didn’t mean to...gods, Iolaus...I’m so sorry...sorry for everything...”  He shook with the effort to hold back his tears.

Iolaus hugged him close wrapping his arms tightly around his friend.  “I know,” he murmured.  “I’m sorry, too.”

“I should never have left you after Serena died,” Hercules muttered.  He buried his face in Iolaus’ chest.

“No.”  The hunter shook his head.  “That was the right choice.  We both needed some space...and time.”  He waited a moment.  “But I wish I’d been there in Atlantis with you...to help.”

“I didn’t think you’d want to be with me,” Hercules breathlessly admitted.  “All this time...I’ve felt this darkness inside me...a shadow within my soul.”  He gently squeezed Iolaus’ fingers.  “I knew how badly I’d hurt you.  I wanted to give you the chance to walk away on your own if you wanted.”  He took a deep breath.  “So you could see what I already knew...that you didn’t need me.”

Iolaus half-smiled and kissed the top of the demigod’s head.  “I’ve always needed you, Herc...and I always will.  In more ways that one.”

They were both silent for several moments.  Lying safe in his beloved’s arms, the demigod felt the shadows that had surrounded his soul begin to dissipate.  “All the way home from Atlantis, I just wanted to crawl into your arms and forget the last couple of months,” he quietly admitted.

“Not all of them,” Iolaus countered.  “You loved Serena, and you always will.  You don’t need to forget her on my account.”  He felt his lover’s arm slide around his body and hug him.  “You know, Herc, we both would love to have families again one day.  Just...next time you fall in love at first sight...give me a little warning, okay?”

“Iolaus, I promise...”

“Herc, I was kidding,” the hunter quickly interrupted.  “Lighten up a little, will ya?”

“Maybe tomorrow,” Hercules weakly tried to joke.  “Right now, this is all I want or need.”

“We’ll talk about that, too,” Iolaus promised with a chuckle.  “Personally, I’d like a little more amorous activity.”  He held back a giggle when the demigod caught his breath.  “Not now.  Get some sleep.  You need it.”  He again kissed the top of his beloved’s head reveling in the feel of the silky strands of honey brown hair against his lips.  “I’d hate for you to fall asleep just when it starts to get interesting.”

Hercules chuckled in response.  Drowsily, he remembered the first time he’d slept in Iolaus’ arms...when he’d been feverish.  He felt the same love and protection lying in his lover’s arms now that he’d felt then.  “I love you, Iolaus,” he mumbled.

Iolaus smiled and hugged his partner closer to him.  “I love you, too, Herc,” he whispered.

March 2000

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