I do not own the characters and I'm not making a profit.

Rated T to M for language and sexual relations.

POV Aries but focuses on the X and G dynamic.

Ripped Apart

Chapter One: Merrily Rolling Along

As a God, I often thought of Xena while entertaining other ladies. I lusted after her from the moment I first laid eyes on her. I should have felt guilty while bringing other women pleasure and thinking of Xena, but I didn't because guilt was a human emotion and I was a God.

Plus, after a few decades of this I realized that the girls were getting to resemble Xena far to much, and the sex became even less appetizing when I'd look into brown eyes instead of blue ones. It all became so boring. And I so detested a boring existence. I was the God of War.

So, in all my Godly fantasies, I never imagined that I'd actually be in Xena's bed again. But it's where I ended up when I got into a mess I wasn't able to get myself out of. I made a decision to save a woman from her untimely demise. The woman was Gabrielle, Xena's best friend. I lost my Immortality for her.

I should have felt anger at Xena, and at Gabrielle, but I couldn't. I couldn't be angry for saving the woman important to my one true love. The decision was regretfully easy to make. And then poof…all my Godly powers gone and I'm reduced to eating, breathing, and excreting like all other Mortals. I had no compunction for the aftermath, no frame of reference for what it would mean to be a Mortal because I had never been one before.

Thankfully, after learning of the bounty on my head, Xena came to my rescue. She showed up in her usual fashion, kicking over barstools and spilling precious ale all over the tables of the inn as she shook then taunted the bounty hunters for information about me. I was secretly flattered by the whole ordeal regardless of the fact that I was a wanted man.

Xena and Gabrielle finally caught up to me, demanding that I shut up and let them take me somewhere safe. I groaned because I had no interest in hiding. If I was to be killed for my deeds as a God, then so be it. But, she obviously thought my life worthy of keeping, so I let her sweep me off to her family farm, miles away from civilization in a valley far away.

Xena made me take a bath to get the dried ale out of my hair, all the while commenting that my smell would keep away the hunters and she could just go back to the butt kicking bizz. I laughed at her, then went back to scrubbing the acquired filth from my skin, which was also a new experience for me, and a very sensual one. The warm water lapped at my body and I felt the sensation of arousal taking hold. Then Xena poured cold water into my bath, smiling slyly at me and told me not to take too long because she was next.

"Xena, you sure know how to take away all my fun," I muttered as I leaped out of the tub and stood in the cold room naked.

"Ha. You've had enough fun for two lifetimes Ares," she shouted back from the other room. Damn her super human hearing.

"At least I still have fun," I shouted back, snapping open the small cloth square she left me to dry off. I held up the cloth and frowned. "Size must matter." I glanced down at my naked self, then got to work drying off.

"It does," giggled Gabrielle. Xena must have told her what I said.

The cloth scratched my skin as I held it in front of my manhood, and peeked out of the door. Xena sat beside the one and only unsteady table in an old, dirty chair and talked to Gabrielle in low whispers. I leaned against the doorframe and listened to her voice, but was unable to discern the words. I was able to tell the depth of her affection for Gabrielle based on the pitch of her deep voice. I had heard that voice cooing in my ear once before as I made love to her. And I wanted more than ever to know what she was saying, but I could neither read her mind nor listen in on her conversations as I used to as a God. Blasted Mortality.

I felt left out for the first time in my life.

"Ares, are you finished yet?" Gabrielle yelled from her perch beside Xena.

Clearing my dry throat softly, I said, "Yes. All finished. But I seem to be lacking clothes."

"I washed them." Xena tried to step into the room, but instead she collided with me still leaning against the doorframe, and holding my cloth in front of my naked groin. The cloth fell from my hand as I grabbed her arm and kept her upright. Cool air hit my body, and my manhood stood up to say hello.

"OH shit," Xena murmured as she glanced down. Then she laughed. Gabrielle stepped up to the doorway and looked down at my stiff manhood. Then she laughed too.

"It's not funny ladies," I mumbled, then bent down to grab the fallen cloth, desperate for the cover. I held the cloth to my front and walked around them to hide in the other room. Xena was still laughing as I stood facing the fireplace. I glared at my still stiff friend. "So not funny." Why didn't I ever pay attention when men bitched about their stiff dicks and being 'blue balled' and to not able to do anything to relieve the pain.

I imagined the furies as old women and wrinkled. I felt myself starting to soften, so I then thought of Athena that way and then I was soft again.

"Ahh, all better," I whispered while glaring at my groin. "Now where in Tartarus are my clothes. I'm not walking around like this for the duration of our stay." My clean clothes smacked me in the face as I looked back toward the doorway to the kitchen. Gabrielle stood behind Xena still giggling softly. Xena smiled at me.

"Put these on. I'd rather not see your tribute again," Xena shouted then turned around to give me privacy for dressing.

"You've seen my tribute up close Xena, and I remember you liked it." A smug smile pulled my lips as I slid my pants on, slipping myself inside the tight fabric. I tugged the front and attempted to button the fly, but the fabric wouldn't close. My smile faded into an angry snarl. "Xena…did you shrink my pants?" I hopped and tugged, but still the fly remained open.

I heard them loudly laughing from the other room. "Okay, so that's how it's going to be ladies," I murmured and left the room with my fly open.

A/N: Just a start chapter. Loosely based on Old Ares Had a Farm episode.