saga/title/fandom: Love and Mischief Saga: Diety By Day chapter 1(Hercules/Xena)

author: Scribe

rating/genre:(PG-13 (for now)) - Comedy/Romance/Drama

warnings: slash, sexual content, language, male pregnancy

summary: Accord's day of birth, and the family is resting, and bonding. Sequel to Seeking Balance, in the Love and Mischief Series. An offshoot of the Love and Mischief Series. (Ares/Joxer)

comments/disclaimers: All recognizable media characters were created by, and belong to the television company that produced them (I THINK it's Rennaissance). Original characters (Accord, Impetua, and possibly others) are the copyrighted property of the author. Archive? Yes. Begins immediately after the end of Seeking Balance, on the day of Accord's birth. It will consist of a section for each day of his first year. Warning: AU. Anachronisms ahead. This is for Nanowrimo 2004 and will consist of 365 (at least) drabbles, snippets, and vignettes, chronicleing the first year in the life of Accord, son of Joxer and Ares, God of Mediation. https://www.angelfire.com/grrl/scribescribbles and https://www.angelfire.com/grrl/foxluver

(1) April 2

*groan*

"I'm sorry, Joxer."

"Shut up, Ar. You didn't do it on purpose."

"I just wish there was something we could do for the pain."

"Well, there isn't. Not if I'm gonna breast feed--and I AM."

"Are you sure? Apollo said if it's too difficult he can mix up something and we can use a wineskin..."

"Look, I grew man-boobs, and by golly, they're not just for decoration. Besides..." *wince* "I'm aching, here. I wish Accord would go ahead and fuss, so I could feed him."

"I'll get him."

"For Olympus' sake, don't wake him up! We need to take whatever quiet we can, and..."

*wah!*

Joxer sighed, but he smiled. "And so parenthood begins. Hand me our son, Ares." Joxer opened his tunic, accepted the baby, and cradled him gently, guiding his mouth toward a nipple. Accord rooted briefly, then latched on and started pulling strongly.

Ares sat beside his husband, putting an arm around Joxer's shoulders, looking down in fascination as his son took his first meal. "What does that feel like?"

Joxer thought a minute. "Weird. I mean, it's not like I've never had my nipple sucked, but this is different. WAY different."

"I should hope so." They were quiet for a moment, then Ares said curiously, "So there isn't anything erotic about it?"

"You mean is it making me horny at all? Mostly I'm just feeling relief right now. Oops, I think he's finished on this side." Joxer switched the baby to lie in the crook of his other arm. Accord happily began to feed from the fresh source. Joxer frowned, rubbing at the other breast. "Well, they're really sensitive right now..."

"If I remember correctly," Ares drawled, "they've always been rather sensitive." One finger grazed Joxer's damp nipple.

"Ares? I love you, but if you try anything I'm going to wait till our baby's asleep, then do my damndest to cripple you." Ares blinked, then chuckled. "Laugh all you want--I mean it." Ares nibbled his neck, and Joxer sighed, hitching the now dozy baby in a little more securely. "For at least the next week." Ares nipped him gently. "Or maybe the next few days..."

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