Playing the Pawn
by Narcissus
Note: Assume either that the fifth season Xena
never happened, or that this episode takes place before those events.
Seems I’ve always wanted to kill dear old dad. Patricide.
Mmm. Always made me shiver with pleasure just thinking about it.
I mean, how often can you kill someone and fulfill an old family tradition
at the same time? Problem is, it’s tough to kill a god. Unless you
can get your hands on some hind’s blood, it’s damn near impossible.
Especially if your father still has more power than you do, despite everything
you’ve done to grab more for yourself. And that day, it wasn’t just
my life in the balance.
But the game has changed. Since that day.
Simple murder would have been nothing. A hind’s blood-tipped dagger
between the ribs would have been far too painless for that viper.
I wanted to rip him open, drape his entrails around his shoulders, and
burn his liver in a thanksgiving offering, while he watched it all through
dying eyes. I could feel my hands around his throat, crushing the
cartilage and smashing the bones, choking off every lying, scheming breath.
I can feel the rage and power hum through my body just thinking about it.
Well, you get the picture.
He hates me so damn much, so why doesn’t he kill me and get it over
with? I suspect he has the power to kill another god. But he
doesn’t. He keeps me around because I’m fun to torment. Lording it
over me helps him feel powerful and superior, like he’s still young and
virile. And he loves to play games, the more vicious the better.
Every encounter with Zeus is a contest. And he’ll use anyone or anything
as a pawn in those games.
I should have suspected what I’d see that day. Zeus never allows
me to march right into his inner sanctum. He enjoys making me rest
my boot heels in some garish anteroom where I can watch the scented candles
burn down to wax puddles. That day, no one stopped me.
Of course, I already knew he’d abducted Iphicles. How an enormous
eagle had swooped down from the Olympian heights and snatched the king
away in front of half of Corinth. Gee, that was original. Anybody
remember Ganymede?
Thing is, I found out about it two days after it happened. Whatever
else he might be, Zeus isn’t stupid. He waited ‘til I was halfway
across Greece leading a battle before carrying out his little kidnapping.
Fuck, for all I know, Zeus may have started the hostilities. He knows
my devotion to duty. He should. He trained me to it.
So by the time I heard about it, my mortal lover had already spent two
days in my father’s tender clutches. Zeus might have already killed
him and all I’d find would be a lifeless shell. So I was pissed off
before I even got to Olympus. Round one to him.
It makes me sick that mortals so often see Zeus as some sort of kindly
old geezer, like the father they wish they’d had. Shows just how
stupid most mortals are. Yeah, he’s good at pretending to be lots
of things. But if you look closely, you can see the cruelty and viciousness
in his eyes. And even the stupidest mortal ought to be able to guess
at the decadence. I mean, how many mortals has he raped over the
eons?
You know how time turns slippery sometimes, like it’s slowing down?
You’d think I’d be able to control it, but it seems to work that way for
gods too. Shit, it still makes my palms sweat to remember it, even
now, days later. I had all the time on Olympus to notice every damn
detail. I wonder if I’ll ever be able to forget that picture.
The first thing I realized was that somebody had rearranged the furniture.
Usually, you walk in and you’re face to face with the king of the gods
on his throne. Oh, he doesn’t call it a throne, but that’s what it
is. It forces you to either look up at him or levitate, so you’re
immediately at a disadvantage. Later, I realized that Zeus had rearranged
everything so I’d be able to see Iphicles’ face.
At the time, I just took in the rearranged furniture, the heavy, dark
wall hangings, the scent of wine and ambrosia, the jewel-toned carpet hiding
part of the marble floor. I saw Zeus, on his throne, dressed in some
rich, brocaded fabric. In those first heartbeats, I didn’t realize
that his robe was open, exposing his cock. Then I saw the naked man
kneeling between his legs. The naked man was Iphicles, and his busy
tongue was lapping at my father’s cock and balls like a mortal’s well trained
pet dog. I saw his tongue move, slowly, tenderly. The look on Iphicles’
face was rapture. I’d never seen him look that way when he was sucking
me.
My vision shut down then, as rage consumed me. Everything was
red and pulsing, like the blood pounding through my veins, like the drumbeats
echoing in my head. All of me was poised at the killing edge, ready
to fall over it and tear my faithless lover’s head from his body.
Every muscle was primed for destruction.
Something stopped me at that edge. Gave me enough sense to bite
down hard on my tongue so my own blood flooded my mouth. Yeah, I
find the taste of blood soothing. That harsh, metallic flavor brought
me back further, cleared my vision, even focused it so every vicious detail
stood out sharply. I was still more than ready to kill, but my brain
was working again, racing furiously. If I ripped my lover apart in
front of him, Zeus would win. That’s exactly what he wanted me to
do. Round two to me.
While I was blinded, I must have moved toward them, because I was suddenly
only inches away, with my arm raised for the killing blow.
I lowered my arm slowly, using the time to breathe deeply, to push the
rage back into the black pit where it lives. Iphicles hadn’t reacted
to my appearance in any way. He was still bathing my father’s cock
with his eager tongue.
“Son. How nice to see you! I guess you heard I brought your
little pet here for a visit. Glad you could join us.” My father’s
face was all smiles. ‘Til you looked in the eyes, and saw the viciousness
he wasn’t bothering to hide. He thought he’d already won.
Frenzy threatened again. I can’t begin to describe the depths
of my loathing at that moment. That misbegotten spawn of a Titan
knew exactly what he was doing to me. He’d done it thousands of times
before. Every time I got attached to something -- a toy, a pet, a
weapon he’d find some way to use it against me.
Nothing could ever be pure, be mine, just to enjoy.
The only thing that saved me at that moment was my hard-won realization
that he always uses my temper against me. I’m a violent, bad-tempered,
impatient son of a god, and he’s the one who made me who I am.
Every encounter, he plays on that rage, fans the temper, hoping that I’ll
lose control. It’s taken me centuries to find even a minute amount.
This time, somehow, I’d keep it together. I’d play his game and
beat him at it. I’d get us out of there, and with my lover still
alive. Whatever Iphicles’ sins, he didn’t deserve to die at Zeus’ hands
or suffer one of Zeus’ eternal torments. I knew he was in that room
because of me. If he was faithless, I’d figure it out and punish
him in my own way. But not here, not in front of the one who called
himself my father.
Finally, my mind worked well enough to remember that Zeus is a master
of illusion. He’s always pretending to be someone else. Especially
when he wants to seduce someone. Think of what he did with Alcmene.
The Furies alone knew what Iphicles was actually seeing. He might
think he was sucking my cock, snug in his royal bedroom in Corinth.
Somehow or other, we’d sort that out later, when I had the stomach for
it.
Through all this, I knew Zeus was reading every expression on my face,
every twitch of every muscle. Since the first assault hadn’t made me explode,
I could see him calculating, seeking the perfect weapon.
“Come to collect your pet, have you? I wonder why. I don’t
see anything special.”
“Maybe that’s ‘cause you don’t inspire him.” I was looking for
an opening, some way to turn this back on my tormentor. Insulting
his virility, his attractiveness, is usually a good place to start.
“Hmm. I doubt that. But just in case, I had Apollo come
by and play with him too. “
Everything went black. Something exploded out of me. When
my vision cleared, I saw the drapes were burning. My whole body was
shaking as I tried to pull back from the edge. Zeus grinned and waved
a hand to put out the fire.
“A second opinion, as it were. He doesn’t see anything special
either. He sucked both of us, and then both of us fucked him. Of
course, he is pretty. And he does suck cock fairly well. I
wonder if you taught him that, or if he’d already played whore for somebody
else. Hmm?”
I clenched my fists so my nails dug into the palms of my hands.
Think, damn it. Don’t let him do this to you. “Maybe he learned
it from his mother. From what I hear, you gave her plenty of practice.”
He flinched. He covered it well, but I saw it. Only another
god would be able to. I heard a gasp from off to the side.
That’s when I realized someone else was in the room. Ganymede, that
whore. His slender, white body was stretched out naked on a low,
silk-covered divan, wavy golden hair drifting over the pillows. He
was lying on his side, stroking his own erect cock lovingly.
“Shouldn’t talk to your father that way. He’s so generous.
He let me have Iphicles too. I had him suck me, then he fucked my
ass. I think he’s delicious. He filled me so well, it made
Apollo come just to watch us.”
The cunt smiled at me lasciviously, while his thumb stroked over the
wet head of his cock. I hate the pig. He worships my father’s
dick and every lying word that comes out of his mouth, but he’ll spread
his cheeks for anyone or anything.
“You know, since you like to compare notes--” I started.
I figured I should push my advantage while I had a chance. “Too bad
I didn’t go ahead and fuck Alcmene. Is the mother or the son the
better piece of ass, I wonder.” I looked at Iphicles again.
He had sucked Zeus’ wilted erection into his mouth. Seeing those
lips around that cock made me want to gag.
“How dare you?” Zeus pushed Iphicles away and stood. Thunder echoed
somewhere off in the distance. Iphicles knelt on the floor, his forehead
pressed into the rug and his ass arched high. “Alcmene was a beautiful,
virtuous woman who gave me a son I can be proud of. You shouldn’t
even mention her name in the same sentence with this whore.”
He shoved Iphicles, and I heard his head strike the throne’s wooden
base. He collapsed in a heap. I hoped he was still breathing.
“Besides, Alcmene wouldn’t give you the time of day. She liked
a man of refinement: skilled, intelligent, mature.”
I saw Iphicles stir, so at least he was still alive. This was
tricky. I had the advantage, and I wanted to press it home. But not
at the cost of further damage to Iphicles.
“You know, the time I dropped by, before she knew who I was, she seemed
to be quite taken with me. Very flirtatious. Then she found
out I was your son. I wonder whether she thought it would be bad
form to fuck both the father and the son or whether remembering you turned
her off altogether.”
I could see the rage in my father’s eyes. I’ve never understood
why, but he’s always worshipped the memory of what he had with Alcmene.
Using it had gained me the advantage. Maybe I could use it to get
us both out of here.
“I wonder what Alcmene would think if you killed one of her sons.
I know Iphicles wasn’t her favorite, but surely she has some small amount
of maternal affection for him. I’m sure Hades would be happy to pass
along the tale.” That’s one of the good things about Hades.
He hates Zeus almost as much as I do.
“Of course she cared about him. She was a good woman and a good
mother. You wouldn’t understand. You have no finer feelings.”
I had him off his game now. I could care less about my lack of
finer feelings. I smiled so he’d know I’d won that point. We
needed to get out of there soon, though. The longer I had to leash
my anger, the more it threatened to burst free. I was afraid any
little thing would set me off.
My father hissed, and lightning flashed in the room. Then his
face went cold and still. “Take him. I’m done with him.
Use him how you will. It doesn’t matter, because every time you look at
him, you’ll see me.”
I grabbed Iphicles and got us both out of there before he could change
his mind. When we reached his chambers, Iphicles seemed to be waking
from a trance. He looked at me and then the room as if he wasn’t
sure where he was or who I was. I moved as far away from him as I
could. Fury still simmered under my skin, and I’d have to let it out soon.
He staggered a bit, then caught himself and stood upright. He
started to come toward me, worry and confusion on that beautiful face.
I stretched out my arm to keep him at a distance.
“Ares, where are we?” I could hear the fear in his voice, the
uncertainty.
“Don’t ask questions now. Zeus took you away for a few days.
Show your advisors you’re back, and tell them Zeus wanted to consult with
you on the future of Greece. They’ll love that. Say as little
as possible.”
“But Ares, what happened?” He moved toward me again. His
hands were trembling. He wanted reassurance, maybe even a sign
of affection from me. I pushed him away. I had no comfort
to give him.
“I can’t answer you now. I need to go destroy something, and if
I stay here any longer, it could be you. Just do what I’ve told you.”
With that I vanished.
It’s been several days now. I don’t know where we go from here.
I haven’t gone to see Iphicles, and I know he’s wondering where I am, what
happened. I can’t see him right now. Zeus was right.
Every time I think of him, I see him on his knees, sucking and licking
at my father’s flesh. It makes me want to puke.
I don’t know what I had with Iphicles before this happened. He
was more than a pet. I liked him. I respected his military
and strategic skills, his capacity to rule for the greater glory of Greece.
I loved his body. I loved to bury myself inside him until we both
shot rivers of come. Something about being with him, after I’d fucked
him a few times, made me feel at peace. Like I’d found a home.
I don’t know where we go from here. I can’t think of him without
reliving that scene. Wrath still surges through my body even though I drained
off the worst of it in some nice bloody battles. I only know that
if I hurt him or I never see him again, then Zeus has won. And I
can’t live with that.
The End
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