DISCLAIMER:
I do not own any characters from the syndicated television show Xena: Warrior Princess, and Universal/Studios USA/RenPics are the ones who own Xena, Gabrielle and Ares. This story is purely written for fans for fun and for absolutely no commercial purposes. Just a wannabe-bard trying to have fun.

CONTENT WARNING:
NC-17 . . . Hot and heavy het-sex between Xena and Ares. If you are under 18, please redirect yourself outta this story. If not, continue on!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so this is a short fanfic but hey, it's my first shot at it too. I hope that you will enjoy it though. There is no plot whatsoever. But if you're a Xena/Ares shipper, this story is for you!

WARNING: I believe that Xena and Gabrielle are extremely close friends but their relationship is not sexual in any way. So if stories which don't depict Xena and Gabrielle as lovers, or stories which couple Xena and Ares offend you, THIS IS NOT THE STORY FOR YOU.

VIOLENCE : No fighting, if that's what you mean. No blood, no gore, zippo.

STILL HERE? OKAY, ENJOY THE STORY. IT'S A SHORT READ SO HOPE YOU'LL FIND IT FUN!

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Wet Concessions
By Venus

Ares watched from behind a tree, invisible, a short distance away as a figure disrobed by the lake. Her seamless features were complemented by the sun's rays as she quietly descended into the water. It must have felt pleasurably cool, as a tranquil expression formed on her face. Ares watched her disappear beneath the water and caught his breath moments later when she broke through the surface, eyes closed and head thrown back. She slowly ran her fingers through her wet, ebony tresses, then proceeded to wash her arms.

Ares watched as she ran her hands across her full breasts and he felt an escalating excitement seep through him. He loved the warrior in her. He loved her fire and passion that no mortal could contest. Seeing her now, however, convinced him that he was more fond of her sensuous nature.

Ares ached for her to be with him. He didn't deny that he lusted after her, but during the last few months, he also added to his need for her, a feeling which he could not depict. It was new to him and his unfamiliarity with the sentiment scared him at times. He felt it now as he watched her in the lake. The desire for her to trust him, to need him, to feel as he was feeling . . .

He looked around quickly, noticing that there was no one else around. He presumed that the bard was still asleep in the campsite a longer distance away with the baby, and began approaching the lake, careful not to interrupt the forest's silence and serenity. A few quick strides and Ares saw her twitch, her once calm composure replaced by a vigilant stance.

"Ares . . ." she growled as she lowered herself into the water. Ares made himself visible and gave her his characteristically devilish smile as he continued towards the lake until he was only a few meters away from her.

"Xena, you're beautiful when you bathe," he told her as he wet his lips. Xena glared at him as she lowered herself further into the water, annoyed.

"Never knew you were a Peeping Tom, Ares. I guess that's just one of the only things you're good at." She said as she arched her eyebrow. Ares gave a low laugh and crossed his arms.

"Hey, nothing I haven't seen before . . ." He took off his vest and placed it on the bank and entered the lake slowly.

"What are you doing?" Xena asked him apprehensively.

"The water is pretty cold. Didn't look like it from back there," he stated slyly. He stopped a foot away from the uncomfortable warrior princess and in response, she shifted herself away from him.

She was experiencing a strange reaction to his closeness and she surprised herself when she realized that it wasn't because she despised him like all the other times he had appeared to her. Her feelings towards him changed ever since the incident with him in Amphipolis. She couldn't make out the feeling and it left her panicked. Ares recognized this and smiled in spite of himself.

"We left off a little high and dry the last time we were together," he said seductively as he moved closer to her. Xena felt his warmth about her and held her breath, unable to move. Something began to stir in her and inexplicably made her move towards him.

"Shall we continue . . ." he trailed off as he held her arms, preparing for an embrace.

Xena was surprised by the gentleness of his touch which sent a tingling sensation throughout the rest of her body. Her breathing began to quicken as Ares buried his face on her neck, covering it with light kisses.

This was wrong – this God was her enemy, the same God who had done so many terrible things . . . and yet she felt the difference in his touch. It was somehow different from all the other times, when he was a malicious, conniving . . .

Xena tried urgently to fight back the one who had hurt her in more ways than imaginable. Her desperation was culminated as Ares moved down to her breasts. He slowly sucked her right nipple, which was erect, while his hand paid heed to her other breast, and Xena could not resist the soft moan which escaped from her lips. She closed her eyes and felt a warmth between her legs. Xena instinctively wrapped her arms around him and roamed her hands along his back as Ares raised himself to meet her piercing blue eyes.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered into her ear before he gently took her lips into his, and smiled when Xena returned his kiss. Ares felt an urgent tug at his pants and found Xena's hands in the water, trying to unfasten them. With a thought, Ares made them disappear and he transported them to the bank, not interrupting their embrace. Ares lowered Xena onto her back and joined his lips with her again.

Xena felt his bulge on her stomach and smiled at its largeness. Ares explored lower with his hands and stopped at her intimacy. Xena moaned as he flicked his thumb over her nub. He smiled and spread her legs and knelt between them. He lowered himself until his face was just inches away from her womanhood and gently made sucking kiss on her clit. Her hips jerked off the ground as he heard her groan in complete pleasure. She raised herself and wrapped her arms around him, bringing him up, and he once again planted a multitude of kisses on her waiting lips. Xena bucked her hips impatiently.

"Ares . . . please . . ." she pleaded.

Ares tenderly brushed a lock of hair away from her face and claimed her mouth. With one hand, he guided his large shaft to her essence and penetrated her. Xena gasped and moaned loudly as she felt his length fill her depths. Ares also moaned at the perfect fit of her warmth. He withdrew partway and then thrusted into her again, drawing moans from both with each thrust. He set a gradually increasing rhythm and she met his thrusts. Soon, their moans became throaty as they both brought each other higher and higher. Xena widened her legs for him to slide deeper into her core. Suddenly, Xena felt her body shudder as an explosive orgasm overtook her.

"Areeeeeeeeeees!" she cried in release as her inner walls began to contract around the large rod in her. Her inner muscles squeezed around Ares and he groaned as he filled her with his gushing seed.

They both fell back exhausted. Ares wrapped his arms around the heaving warrior princess.

"I'm sorry Xena," Ares suddenly stammered. "I'm sorry for all those times I-"

Xena placed two fingers against his lips and smiled. "You know, I'll never forgive you for any of that. But I wasn't all that better in Amphipolis," she said softly.

"I was wrong to blackmail you like that. I shouldn't have done it. I realized that I would never have wanted to make love to you in that kind of situation," Ares replied softly as he placed a kiss on her forehead. "I will protect your child, Xena. No conditions this time," Ares told her.

Xena was surprised at the honest tone of his voice and smiled in spite of herself. "I don't need your help, Ares. I can take care of myself," Xena smiled. "But it would be nice to know that you're on my side." Xena said as she rose from the ground, gathering her leathers. "I still don't trust you, Ares, but I won't deny that anyone can change . . . even the God of War." She told him as she began to walk back to the campsite where she had left Gabrielle.

Ares stayed and watched the woman he loved leave him. He smiled. For the first time in a long time, Ares revelled in the peace he felt.

The End