Series of drabbles started by a challange on the joxer-luvs-ares group. Ares/Joxer, preslash.
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Ares lifted Joxer's torn and battered body from the devastation of the battlefield, oblivious to
the chaos surrounding him. He never noticed Hercules' attempts to close on him to start another
fight. Holding Joxer close, he flashed away to the Halls of War, calling Apollo and Asclepius as
he went. When Joxer healed...Well, maybe now he could find a way to introduce the one-on-one
training he'd been dreaming of. After all, he'd find it very difficult to run away up here. And
maybe one or two of Ares' other dreams could be put into practise as well. He could only hope.