Disclaimer: nothing's mine
Summary: this kind of goes with "Nothing" this is Hector's POV about Paris' questions.
Slash, incest and sadly fluff
To D6, now you really have to worship my god.
Love
I try.
I do.
Every time I caress his mouth and kiss his body.
Every time I have to forget he's my brother and remember he's the rest of my world.
Every time I keep myself from murdering his lovers and washing away with mine their bodies.
Every time I silence his questions with my kisses. Every time I fail.
I cannot answer him with truths, I cannot tell him that he has never done and never could do anything wrong to my eyes. I cannot tell him I want nothing but crawl into his bed and stay there until Hades claims me. I cannot tell him he makes me feel I'm the most miserable man being the prince of Troy and not a common lover. I cannot tell him the worst about loving him is knowing that ours is the greatest love that can exist between men, but not between us; when he himself reminds me of my curse, rolling it on his lips whenever utters my name.
'Brother'
If I deny him my love, I can deny it to myself, and I keep myself from losing my will to think and my sense to act for anything but him. Even if I know it's true, it's written in the sky as blue.
So when he claims his love, when he begs me to stay, when he asks for my forgiveness, I must say nothing