" I will always love you" he said in a soft, caring tone. Hector wasn't usually heard speaking in this tone, not even to his wife or son, who he loved dearly yet there was another, someone he loved more than anyone in the world. " I mean it, you must take me seriously." He sighed and they both lept forward. Their lips locking together with such passion, tongues sliding against one another with such caress, that anyone would be jealous. They broke apart and Hector ran his hands through his dark locks, smiling at his love. He brushed his hand across a soft cheek, one stained with tears of love, hate, happiness, anger and even disgust. Paris jumped off the bed, pulling a sheet with him to keep some modesty. " You need not do that." Hector said in a quiet voice. " We are brothers, loves, enemies and friends, we have it all going for us."
" Do we?" Paris replied. " Do we have it all gong for us? No-one knows, it hasn't even registered in my own head yet." He paused and looked to the floor. " I love you in every way I possibly can yet I am unsure I can love you like this."
" You can, you know you can Paris." Hector said leaping off the bed taking Paris by the shoulders. " You are my blood, we are the same, we love the same way." Hector let lose of his grip and turned, running his hand through his hair.
" We may be the same blood but we are not the same." Paris lept from the chair and turned to Hector to face him. " You are right, we should be together yet…" Paris was cut short by Hector kissing him wildly, ripping the sheet away from him and throwing him back on the bed. Hector lay, his body against Paris', touching in roughly all the same places. Paris returned the kiss, running his hand up and down Hectors back, the sweat moistening his fingers. The kiss ended and Hector tumbled off Paris and lay beside him, running his fingers through his hair as Paris looked deep into his eyes. Paris lunged at Hector and sat upon his stomach one leg at each side. He grinned and leant forward, placing a soft gentle kiss on his lips. " I love you dear brother." He proclaimed.
" And I love you too, Paris." The two men held in a clinch for a moment or two. Paris then lay beside Hector, he lay running his fingers through the hair that lightly dusted Hectors chest as they drifted to sleep.
Paris' eyes flickered open. He was lying with his head on Hectors chest, Hector was awake and playing with Paris' hair. Paris sat up and tugged at the blanket to make sure he was covered. He smiled at Hector, he leant forward, placed a light kiss on his lips and then ran his hand along Hectors jaw. Hector grabbed hold of Paris and pulled him closer to him locking their lips together. Paris rolled over so that he was on top if Hector. " Do you know what?" Paris asked.
" No, what?"
" I love you." Paris grinned.
" I did know that." Hector smiled. " I love you to." Hector sighed. Paris rolled off Hector and climbed off the bed, holding a sheet around his waist. Paris dressed quickly and left to go and see his father.
Later that day, Hector burst into Paris' room. " What's going on?" Paris asked
" We have to leave for Spartan."
" When?" Paris asked jumping to his feet.
" Now, get your things together, we must leave."