We stood up an' walked ta tha bed, an' Cupe didn't hafta pull me. When we got there I slipped around behind him, an' he said, "Ah. Well, if that's what you want, that's fine by me."

"It ain't that, oh Mastah of Sudden Love."

"No, then what..."

"I just had an idea from Bliss. Lemme see... Yeah, yer kinda ruffled here, fella. Uncomfortable?"

His wings moved fretfully. "Well, now that you mentioned it, yes. It's annoying."

"Siddown." He did, an' I knelt on tha bed behind him. "I did this for Bliss, an' I seem ta be a pretty fair hand at it." I took hold of one feathah that was almost sideways, lifted it carefully, an' turned it straight, smoothin it down. "How's that?"

He sighed. "Wonderful! Don't stop."

"Don't intend ta stop, Cuz." I worked slowly, cause, well, it was just too nice a job ta rush. I hadn't realized how much I liked touchin soft things. I could understand why Joxer kept cuddlin that kitten Ares had given him. Then I thought maybe he liked it most cause it was from Ares, an' I liked this mostly cause it was Cupe. Made sense ta me.

I kept workin, smoothin an' preenin his feathahs. His head drooped, an' he kept givin little sighs. "Ya like that, huh?"

"Oh, yes."

"Ya got a lot of 'em outta line here, Cupe. What were ya up ta?"

"Things got a little intense with Pops."

"Yah? You two usually get along pretty well. What was wrong?" I said hastily, "I know it's none a my business."

"No, it is, actually. It was about you."

"Me?" I froze. "Whaddid I do wrong now?"

"Nothing, Strife. Absolutely nothing."

I made myself start preenin him again. "Then what didya have ta talk about? I mean, if I haven't done anythin?"

"It isn't what you've done. Well, aside from the fact that you've been doing your job very well." He chuckled. "I know it spoiled my work, but I keep thinking about that cat fight. I got there in time to see that."

"Yah? I didn't see ya."

"I didn't intend for you to. I was extremely angry, and I had to go report immediately to Zeus and Hera."

"Well, I'm glad I didn't run intoa ya right then. Ya were mad enough when ya showed up in my bathroom."

He half turned an' looked at me. "I'm sorry about that, Strife. You were just doing what you're supposed to do. No one had warned you that this particular wedding was inviolate." He frowned. "That's part of the problem. No one ever talks to you. Not unless it's Ares giving you orders or someone else giving you abuse."

I shrugged. "Turn back around so I can finish this, huh?" He did, an' I carefully worked on tha last few feathahs, gettin them ta lay straight. When I was done, I kept strokin his wings, enjoyin the way they felt. "I'd hardly know what ta say if someone actually wanted ta have a conversation with me."

"You do all right with Bliss, and me."

"Yah, but Bliss is... Well, he's a kid, an' he don't know any better, right?"

"Are you kidding me? He's a perceptive little kid. He hides his bank when Auto comes over to visit."

I laughed. "Yah, that's smart. Auto can't change his nature, an' he might not be able ta resist, even if Mom would skin his butt. Say, why do ya give tha kid dinars, anyway? It isn't like he needs 'em, right?"

"He likes them because they're shiny. Anyway, since he's going to be dealing with mortals when he grows up, it's best that he starts to get acquainted with their thought processes now. That's one reason why I like him to spend time with Joxer. He's one of the most human mortals I know."

"Jox is cool, all right." I moved my hands down ta rub just under his wings. He stiffened, then slumped again an' lifted his wings a little. "Oh, wanna give me more room ta operate, huh?" He hummed. "Okay, I can do that."

I worked my fingahs in that down between tha wings, then ran my hands up undah them, feelin all along tha base, massagin slowly. Cupe groaned. "Gods, Strife, that feels so good. How did you know? No one ever pays any attention to my wings."

I kissed him between tha shoulder blades, just above where tha wings joined his back. "They're a part of ya, aren't they? Part of what makes you, you." I nuzzled my face against tha feathahs. "An' they're gorgeous. Wanna fool around?"

He laughed. Takin my hand, he pulled it around an' pressed it into his lap. His voice was husky as he said, "Guess."

I felt. "Oo, yeah, I'd say yer interested. Howsabout we get rid of tha clothes?" No sooner said than done. That's wunna tha nice things about bein a god. No trippin while yer tryin ta get outta yer pants, no gettin stuck in yer shirt when yer takin it off. Cuts down on tha awkwardness factor. "But ya know, Cupe? Gettin rid of tha rags tha mortal way can be kinda fun, too."

"Then we'll try it next time." *Next time? Ooo.* "Now, get your hands back on me, please."

"Yessir." I reached back around, slidin my hands ovah his chest. When I found his nipples he let his head fall back on my shoulder. I rubbed, feelin' tha flesh start ta firm inta peaks. Then I pinched, an' he groaned. "Oh, that's nice. Sweetest little buds I've evah felt. Nice an' hard." I let my hand slide down inta his lap. "But ya got somethin harder, dontcha?"

He leaned back against me, an' those feathahs tickled across my torso. In a minute my own nipples were just as hard as Cupe's. His wings are pretty fair sized, an tha tips of his wings were brushin my crotch. My prick was risin ta meet it, kinda nudgin up inta tha softness.

I started kissin an' lickin tha side of his neck while I stroked his cock, slidin tha soft skin ovah tha firm shaft. At tha same time I moved against him. My cock slid in tha soft feathers, sometimes dippin under them ta rub against tha smooth skin of his back.

His arms circled up an' back, holdin me, an' that was as nice as tha rest of it. I said thank you by flickin my tongue inta his ear, then nibblin on his earlobe. I felt a trickle of moisture on my hands an' followed it up ta his cock head. He was leakin clear fluid, an' I rubbed my hand over his glans, getting my palm slick before I went back ta pumpin him.

Cupid gently moved my hand away an' stood up, turnin back toward me. He bent down an' kissed me, movin his tongue inta my mouth. I went back ta fondlin him, strokin with one hand an' cradlin his balls with tha othah.

He took my right hand an' kissed it. When he pulled back, I found that my fingers were coated with sweet smellin oil. Cupe lay down on his stomach, foldin his wings an' spreadin his legs wide. "Get me ready, lover."

I froze. "I... Cupe... You don't want that."

He laughed again. "I don't?" He reached back, feelin blind, but his aim was perfect. He gripped my prick. "You have a beautiful cock, Strife, and I want it inside me."

Still I hesitated. A whirl of memories filled my mind, sensations as well as thoughts, an' I shuddered. He couldn't be serious. I didn't want ta do it to him, I didn't want ta hurt him.

But he gave me a tug, sendin a wave of heat ovah me. "Are ya sure about this, Cupe? We can do somethin else."

He stroked me again, his nails just barely scratching my skin, just enough ta feel good. "This is what I want. Please?"

Oh, geez. I wanted ta resist, I swear, but he was so beautiful, an' he was touchin me... I moved ta kneel between his legs an' pushed his butt cheeks apart, wipin tha oil down tha crease. Man, talk about smooth! An' that little pink pucker looked so invitin.

I touched it gently, an' he twitched. I winced, worried that I'd hurt him already, but he didn't say anythin. I rubbed around tha little openin, massagin. I could feel tha ring of muscle relaxin a little, an' I finally put my fingertip against it an' pushed carefully. I held my breath as I slid my finger into him, listenin for any sound of discomfort.

There was nothin, an' oh, man, was he tight. I was gonna hafta be real careful not ta damage him. I moved in an' out slowly, mentally addin more oil. "Cupe? Ya ready for anothah?"

"Oh,yes. Give it to me."

*Damn, he's brave.* The second finger slid in pretty easily, but he was so snug. I started ta spread my fingahs as I moved 'em in an' out. His breathin was gettin heavier, an' he was squirmin a little. *He's uncomfortable, but he isn't gonna say anythin, cause he wants me ta enjoy myself. Oh, I hafta be so careful...*

"One more, huh, Cupe? Can ya take it?"

"Yes. Don't worry so much, Strife. This isn't the first time I've done this."

"Isn't tha first time for me, eithah."

"Yes? I thought maybe... You're so hesitant. But go on, give me another. I want to get you inside me soon."

I bunched three fingers an' eased them all in, an' he groaned. I knew it. I knew it was gonna be too much for him, but by then I couldn't have stopped unless somebody knocked me offa him with a power bolt.

He said breathily, "Strife, please."

Okay, he wanted ta get it ovah with. I could understand. I pulled my fingahs out an' pressed my cock inta him instead. I entered him slowly, closin my eyes an bitin my lip. "Cupe, oh Cupe. You're so fine."

He moaned softly, an' it tore at my heart. I stayed still, tryin ta give him a chance ta adjust, hopin I could avoid givin him any more pain than I had ta. Then he pushed back at me, whisperin, "Fuck me, Strife. Please."

I groaned an' started ta move inside him. He undulated. Well, he couldn't help it, right? Ya move when yer hurtin. I was torn. If I went hardah an' fastah it would be ovah quicker, but was a lot of pain ovah quickly better than less pain ovah a longer time? I didn't know. But he kinda decided it for me by buckin' and squeezin me with his muscles inside.

I couldn't stop. I started poundin inta him. He was like hot, wet satin inside, an' I couldn't help it. I knew I should stop. I mean, he was moanin and cryin out, but... I tried ta make it up ta him by rubbin that special spot undah his wings. He stiffened, an' I felt his body tighten around me, an' I came, spillin inta his back passage.

I pulled out quickly, an he gasped. *Damn! Can't even leave him alone without hurtin him!* I rolled away from him an' curled up in a ball, huggin my knees an' hatin myself.

"Strife?" His voice was almost lazy. I felt him rubbin my back. "Baby? What's wrong?"

I was shakin. I always managed ta get away from my bed partners before when this reaction hit me. Why hadn't I just winked out when I finished?

"Gods, you're shaking like a leaf! What's wrong? Didn't you have a good time?" He wiggled his hand inta the tangle I'd made of myself, touchin my face. I could feel tha sudden tension in his touch, an' his fingers were wet when he pulled them out. "What the...? Strife!"

I wouldn't straighten out when he tried ta make me look at him. Finally he pulled me onta his lap an' held me in his arms. "Honey, please tell me what's wrong."

I managed ta mumble. "I'm sorry."

"I don't understand."

"I'm sorry, Cupe. I didn't wanna hurt ya, I tried ta get ya to do somethin else." I started cryin harder. "Please don't hate me." Cupid started ta rock me, strokin my hair. "I don't think I could stand it if ya hated me."

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