 I was lurking around in the back of the Temple of War on Olympus, trying to think of some mischief to do when I heard someone walk in the front doors. I was a bit nervous, I was new to the whole ‘Minion of War’ gig and as far as I knew no one walked in here voluntarily. I peered around one of the pillars and swallowed. There stood Cupid: the tall, blonde and in the quietest most secret part of my mind, hot golden son of Ares. My mouth was dry; I’d never really seen Cupid up close before. There wasn’t that much light in the Halls of War but right then it all looked to be centred on Cupid. He looked up and saw me hiding in the shadows. “Come out where I can see you.” I shuffled out and winced, as he looked me up and down. He made everything in the room look drab; including me. I suddenly felt silly wearing all that black leather: Ares can pull it off, I just look stupid. “You’re Discord’s boy aren’t you?” Cupid asked. I nodded. Wonderful. That’s a great way to be remembered. ‘Discord’s Boy’. “It’s Strife?” I nodded again. At least he remembered my name, which was more than anyone else ever did. Cupid grinned, suddenly looking like Ares. “Do you talk?” This time I blushed and my nervous giggle escaped. I bit my tongue: giggling in the Halls of War makes a really weird sound. “Hi,” I said. “I’m looking for Ares.” “He’s in Thrace. There’s a war he wants to keep an eye on.” “Hmmm, are you helping out here while he’s gone?” I straightened my shoulders and pulled myself up to my full height. “I work here now, I reached my majority a month ago.” Never mind the fact that all Ares had asked me to do was ‘stay out of the way and do as I tell you.’ Cupid frowned. “Really? I don’t remember being invited to your majority celebration.” I slumped again. “Didn’t have one,” I muttered. No one suggested I have one. Besides, if I did, who would have come anyway? “That’s a shame,” Cupid said, walking across the floor towards me. Cupid’s expression had changed to one of curiosity, and he got the same look in his eyes that Ares gets when he’s contemplating a really big battle. I swallowed again and tried not to notice how his wings caught the light and seemed to make the air around him glow. Finally he stood right in front of me and I blushed and giggled again. “You’ve got a very pretty blush there, Strife,” Cupid said. I didn’t think it was possible for me to get redder, but I did. The curse of a pale complexion. No one had ever called anything about me pretty before. “If you’d had a party to celebrate your majority I’d have brought you a present. You do like presents, don’t you pretty Strife?” Cupid reached down and tipped my chin up to look in my eyes. I just nodded, unable to say anything. Cupid moved his hand down to my shoulder and rested his thumb over the pulse point in my throat. If Ares had done that I’d have been terrified. Cupid’s thumb being there was still terrifying, but in a totally different way. “Would you like your present now?” Cupid asked, his voice low and hypnotic. I think I whimpered something. Cupid must have taken it as a yes because he dropped to his knees and waved his hand over the front of my pants and suddenly they were open and my half-hard cock was waving in Cupid’s face. It didn’t stay half-hard for long; just having Cupid look at it got me harder. When he leaned forwards and kissed the skin covering my hipbone I got so hard I thought it would snap off if he touched it. His mouth grazed over my stomach as his hands stroked my thighs, gradually getting closer and closer to where I really wanted them to be. Finally his mouth reached the base of my cock just as his hands cupped my balls. Cupid must have felt how close I was because I felt a tingling that held back my release. “Not yet,” Cupid murmured; the vibrations from his words shivered upwards and my knees felt weak. Cupid pushed me backwards and I felt the cool marble of one of the pillars behind me. A good thing it was there, because a moment later Cupid licked firmly up the length of my shaft and only the pressure of his hands on my hips and the stone behind me kept me standing. How can I describe what happened next? I can’t… it was everything a first time should be: exciting and special. Cupid wrapped his mouth around me and sucked his way slowly down, his tongue exploring every part of my cock. I felt myself slide into his throat and looked down. Cupid’s head was still for a moment and then he began to move. I was lost in the sensations, wet heat and suction. The beautiful sight of blonde hair and slightly fluttering wings. My fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth stone behind me and I think I was moaning. I don’t know how long Cupid held me back, but I do know that it seemed like an age before it all became fast and hot and I screamed like a banshee. When the lights behind my eyes faded I realised I was on the floor and Cupid had put my clothes back the way they were before. I looked up and saw him smiling at me and licking his lips. “Happy Majority.” Cupid grinned and stood up, grabbing my hand and pulling me up too. “Tell Ares I was looking for him will you?” I nodded; trying not to feel a little disappointed that he was going. “Or I could come back tomorrow?” I opened my mouth to tell him that Ares wouldn’t be back for another week, but all that came out was “’k.” Cupid grinned, dropped a light kiss on my lips and disappeared in a flash. The End
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