A/N: Okay, I don't feel quite confident enough yet to try a full-fledged
Paris/Hector slashfic, but my muse wouldn't leave me alone, so I thought
what the hey, might as well try something. Please leave me some feedback to
let me know if you love this/hate this/want me to die a painful, fiery
death in the deepest, darkest part of Hades. Thanks!

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"Cold"

Long after I have
stolen glory
Fought and felt the
Blood-soaked earth
beneath my feet

I walk these halls

It is cold
the marble
it cuts into
my sole.

I listen for you
Those familiar cries
the sound of your pleasure
unravels me.

The door opens easily
there is just enough room for me
in the shadows.
There is a man beneath you, writhing
I tense and clench
my war-beaten knuckles
ache to wrap around his throat

and then you look up

Hot.

Sweaty.

Your eyes
two inklike creations
take hold of mine
a silent prayer to the goddess
leaves me

this night
I will weather your storm.