Intermingling

Author Notes: omFg I've been dealing with a faulty computer for the past few days. Had this chapter about finished with great dialogue sections and sex and everything. And it's ALL FRAGGING GONE NOW. BRUHN. I'm so sorry that this is written so shittily but I'm so disheartened.

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Spartok looked at his son with the slightest hint of contempt. His son, born of a king, did not have to go through the agoge, the military school that all young men from twenty years of age to thirty years of age had to go through before they were considered citizens of Sparta. His son, instead, was tutored by ex-Krypteia, which were akin to the 'secret police' of Sparta. They had more intense and specialized training than the general public, which would make his son a more effective warrior. However, his son had chosen to strip himself of his beard, which would be considered a punishment for cowardice. It made his son look less masculine and mature. He wished his son would be more respectable physically. That being said, his son had defended him honorably in battle. Thus, he deserved the same honors as the samurai known as Jack.

Jack had been shocked when he found the people of Sparta tended to dress…sparingly, for lack of better words. There were children, men, women, many without a piece of clothing to their form! He couldn't keep his eyes from jumping body to body. He'd seen glimpses of the nude female form in old art scrolls in his time, some in Africa… but it had been so long and he wasn't now who he was then. He had gone a long time with a single goal in mind but with so much time for his mind to wander and his path to take detours.

He had planned to leave soon after the battle had ended, but the king had noticed him within the cloud of dust and extended an offer to recuperate in Sparta. He had held the line with the Spartans for two days of war. Whilst inside the fortress, they had no access to food or medicine, and there was little sleep to be had for the twenty-three hours they had ravaged the location. He sorely needed the help.

Jack had been led to a building that he could only assume was where the king lived. He was granted a room, and allowed to rest. The tears on his clothing were repaired by a pair of females who themselves lacked clothing. He kept his eyes from staring at them as they returned his clothing to him. Kept his eyes to their faces, their gentle smiles warming his heart.

In the morning, he was guided by the king himself to a mess hall filled to the brim with adult males. The men looked at him with suspicion and wariness. Once the king introduced Jack and regaled them with the tale of his glory, their eyes softened and friendly smiles pronounced on their lips. They welcomed him with open arms and they feasted. The last time Jack's stomach had stretched this much was when he was still in his own time.

An arm wound its way around Jack's neck. It was the Spartan king's son, Brotok, the young man with black hair and blue eyes. He guided the samurai out. A tour was given of their great Spartan civilization. Jack was impressed that by structures that bore an architectural resemblance to that of older times. During life in his own time, he had seen the lands of South Asia briefly. Buddhism was dying out, but a lot of their art style had been inspired by the ancient Greeks. He remembered seeing a statue of the Buddha during the Buddha's time practicing Jainism; that same design was seen in a large statue of the king sitting atop a building. Watching over the land, guarding it.

He was able to witness the sparring methods of the Spartans. He was impressed by the orthodox method of Spartan combat, something that he wasn't able to participate in as a one-man army, but he could appreciate it from afar. It was no wonder how they were able to survive this long, even in a world dominated by Aku.

The sun was creeping lower on the horizon, the mountains surrounding the land of Sparta making daylight scarcer faster. Brotok guided Jack to a small building, almost hut-like. They stopped at the building's entrance.

"And this is where you will be handsomely rewarded for your service, so says the king," Brotok said.

"I do not understand," Jack said slowly. "You have already repaid in kindness many times over by now."

"Us Spartiates pride ourselves in keeping a pure, strong, and healthy population. However, an exception has been granted by the king. He says that one who fights as bravely as you and has such strength and skill would make a fine addition to Spartiate society. Such an honour hasn't been granted since the times of Xephonon," Brotok replied, patting Jack on the back when he noticed the samurai staring blankly.

"Am I… understanding correctly… in that you want me to…" Jack wasn't able to put it into words as he was ushered in. The light from the sun was casting narrow beams into the small abode. Jack was able to hear the giggling of young women before he was able to see them… nude… crowded together… and there were nine naked men standing on the outskirts. They seemed to be anticipating something.

"Yes, you are. King Spartok mentioned that you said that you couldn't make a choice on what Spartan woman to choose, that it would be improper of you," Brotok grinned. "So he's setting you up on a good ol' romp with the other men."

Jack gaped at him, tried to convince Brotok that he indeed could not go forth with this. But Brotok shoved him forward and closed the door to the entrance.

Jack felt out of place, being the only one wearing clothing. He watched the other antsy men. This was a most awkward situation. None of the other men seemed to be paying much attention to him; the women, on the other hand, some of them were looking at him with curiosity.

Minutes passed. The light was fading from the room, the shadows growing longer until they consumed the last shred of light. That was when Jack could hear activity.

Footsteps. Gasps of breath, chuckling from men and women alike. Thumps on the ground, on the walls, sometimes a yelp, sometimes a squeal. The air suddenly grew very hot (hotter than it already was in the land of Sparta) as Jack came to the uncomfortable realization that this was basically an orgy.

The foray of skin slapping against skin made his legs tense and his skin hot, making him wish he could relieve himself of his gi. But that would be improper—

He thought he heard footsteps approaching him, and it was confirmed when a pair of hands applied pressure to the fabric covering his chest. He snapped to attention, grabbing at the wrists with a reflex of years of training. The small and frail circumference indicated it was one of the women that had been standing about in this room.

"You are different from the rest of them," she spoke in his native tongue, but with a heavy accent. When Aku had taken over, his tyranny made it mandatory that all spoke Japanese. Those that weren't able to learn were left behind in the technological revolution, or even destroyed, for it was seen as an act of insolence toward the dark wizard.

"Um, yes," Jack stuttered, not sure what to do with his hands as those delicate fingers traced his jawline, thumbs ghosting over his lips before hands trailed down his neck, underneath his gi, sending goosebumps down his back as nails lightly nicked at his skin. His heartbeat choked in his throat.

"I am Athena," she murmured, barely audible over the cacophony of sex in the background. Jack's mind froze briefly. He wasn't too up-to-date on all gods and goddesses of this world, especially not of Attica's, but he was familiar with the twelve gods of Olympus. Surely it could not be the same goddess. Just shared the name. "And tonight, you will be contributing to a future generation of strong Spartans," she continued, groping at his chest and forcing the gi to further expose his flesh to the hot breeze that entered through the windows, "in order to one day defeat Aku."

Jack bristled at the mention of Aku, but hot lips pressed against his neck, sucking lightly, and all of his worries melted away. She guided his hands to her full ass. He gripped a healthy amount of flesh and she pushed herself into his body. There wasn't much skin-to-skin contact with the gi, but he didn't fight her as she stripped him of his clothing. His fundoshi was relieved of duty, and his aching member stood at attention between their bodies.

She let out the smallest moan as his lips connected with hers. He teased her mouth open, sliding his tongue inside. A hand tangled itself into her hair to hold her head steady as he investigated further. His tongue hooked under hers and guided it into his mouth. Her thighs split around him as his other hand enthusiastically moves her closer. Any semblance of wanting to stop this was thrown out the window as he dry-humped against her. Athena laughed a little.

Jack lowered Athena to the ground, cradling her head as he settled atop of her. The damp, warm feel of his shaft settled against her thigh. She hooked her other one on top of his back. The beat of sex about them fueled him further, prodding at her entrance before pushing himself in. He could hear her gasp in his ear as he angled his hips. She was wet, penetration was easy and natural. He slid in deeply, not holding back a groan. His hands smoothed up and down her body; despite her wetness, he still wanted to make sure that she was alright.

He moves slowly at first, bowing down to kiss her deeply in a way to make it clear that he was interested in chasing his own pleasures as well as making sure she was receptive to it in the process. His hips moved slowly, savouring the cooing that Athena emitted from within her chest. She broke off the kissing to hold at his face.

"I'd never had a Spartan man take me so gently and with softness as you have," she admitted, squeezing around his length. Jack wasn't sure what to make of that. His breath catches in his throat, his hands gripping various parts of her body, not staying in one place for too long. He didn't want to forget the terrain he was exploring, plundering, filling, planting a new seed in…

"A-athena," he gasped for breath, hips rocking with hers until the sensations became overwhelming. He had been with other women before, but none of them seemed to have the amount of strength available in their nether regions as this Spartiate did. The tight contractions made him see white in the total darkness, robbing him of cognitive functions several times. His rhythm became jerky, but she didn't seem to mind. She did that sweet little giggle in between the moans, and he couldn't help but smile and chuckle a little to. Through it, they came, as nine other couples did.

He rolled off of her into the dirt beside her, keeping her close but not overbearing in personal space. It was still a hot night, after all. He could feel her tracing patterns into his palm, rubbing it tenderly along the veins that popped up under his skin.

When he felt like he might have the strength to stand, he turned his head toward where he thought Athena's head might be lying. "Should… should we leave now?"

"The night is still young, samurai," Athena purred in Jack's ear, surprisingly closer than Jack had calculated. "We must play all night. All night, until every step I take leaks with your essence."

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Author's Notes: It's up to the reader to decide whether or not Jack is having sex with an actual goddess, but if it really is Athena the Goddess, just note that this doesn't actually betray her later lore that she was virginal [to set up the epithets of Pallas and Parthenos]. She would just take on a human form that doesn't have to do with her actual corporal form in Mount Olympus. Or she took control of a random female Spartiate's body and had sex with him. Athena doesn't often take possession of someone else's body; she usually manipulates people with her (invisible to others) corporal form, such as in the Iliad. But she can and if she did, she got Jack's seed to raise a better army for the hope of destroying Aku. Spartans and other Greek societies back in the day worshipped those gods, and considering that religious magic did work as a protection against Aku [eg. The Celtic/Norse magic adequately protecting against Aku], it's not unreasonable to assume that the Spartans were helped by the gods in protection from Aku. Not necessarily aiding them directly with magic to destroy Aku. Just enough to protect them from direct harm by Aku himself. They'd sit back and watch the shitshow for things such as the beast bots we saw in the Spartan episode. They like watching that stuff lmao. But some gods or goddesses might have a problem with it and try to, in small ways, influence the direction of the battle flow, as we see in the Iliad. Also found it interesting that in that episode of Samurai Jack, the Spartans basically engaged in the same type of arrow warfare that Xerxes' army did in the Battle of Thermopylae.