Disclaimer: Fairy-godmother keeps saying that I can't have them.
Dedication: To the reviewers for not hating me. I love you all. I'll bug the fairy so she gives you the syrup covered prince of your choice.
A/N: Quick plot-hole explanation: Hector doesn't usually spend time with Paris, since he's leading his army most of the time. Also, this is a bit slashier. But it can still pass as brotherly love... right. As always, thanks to Mclean for being cool and keeping me obsessed.
Summary: We left off with the young princes going to sleep. This is the next morning.
Paris awoke with sunlight hitting his face, his memory blurry. His back hurt and there was a body behind him.
"Good morning, prince" Hector's voice greeted him. The boy's shock lasted for only a second. He remembered.
"Good morning brother"
Hector pushed gently at his shoulder
"Get on your belly"
After the boy complied, the eldest fingered the wound with delicate touches. Finally placing a kiss where it dissolved into unmarred flesh, at the base of his back.
"I'm sorry" he said again
"Don't worry about it"
Hector found but little comfort in his brother's assurance. How could he expect to protect him from all harm if he was the first one he had to fear?
"Brother?" Paris called, missing his brother's touch. He felt Hector's head resting on his back and strong fingers holding his hips.
"I'm sorry"
"I'm alright brother" The boy shifted blushing, suddenly feeling self- conscious. Hector met his eyes, oblivious to his discomfort.
"You were right, little one. I should let you go to the women to learn their arts"
"I thought you were teaching me archery"
"I must admit I'm less skilled in that field" lied the eldest, making to get up.
"I will do as you wish" Paris lied as well. He moved to stand, but realizing his nudity, decided not to. Hector gave a humorless chuckle.
"Then why don't you?" and unlike his brother he stood to fetch his garments. The youth followed him with his gaze. He had really missed spending time with him.
The man wrapped his clothes around him and looked back at Paris, who had his eyes fixed upon him; a soft blush threatened to creep up his face.
"I insist on telling father about this" he spoke retrieving his sandals. The words made Paris snap out of his daydreaming.
"We agreed you wouldn't" the boy tried to think of a good reason "I-I don't want to have this matter discussed" he started "people would gossip"
"We need to tell him because I'm ashamed of myself!" burst out the older prince "I can't stand another moment of being beside you knowing I hurt you when I intended to protect you!"
Paris stood up. Forgetting temporarily his earlier thoughts regarding clothing or lack thereof.
"If we tell him, it'll spread out. People will talk. They'll say that there have been 'disagreements' in the royal family. In a few weeks, the story will be about how the young prince attacked Hector. And how Hector had to defend himself" He looked up, meeting the eldest eyes. The words ringing true to his ears. "That kind of gossip would risk the alliances you've been trying to build". Hector laughed.
"They would never believe you attacked me, you're just too perfect to do so"
"You haven't been in town lately" Paris said quietly, taking a seat on the bed.
"What is said in town?!" demanded Hector walking to his brother.
Paris looked up at him regretting having talked.
"You're the one risking his neck out there" he said, his eyes fixed on the floor "I am nothing but the little brother. There have been rumors. That I envy you"
"And do you?"
The boy didn't look up
"That's not the point"
Hector held the boy's jaw in his hand, forcing him to look at him
"Do you?"
"I. I admire you. I love you"
"As I love you Paris, for if I didn't I would not feel this way" The boy nodded, glad that the discussion seemed to be over.
"The servants!" he said suddenly "they'll ask about the sheets" he pointed at the blood stains.
"Leave it to me, young prince" Hector stood up smiling "fancy bathing in the river?"
Paris returned the smile. He found his clothing and got dressed carefully, trying not to bend. He glared at his sandals trying to figure out how to put them on. Without a word, Hector kneeled in front of him and helped him. Then he walked to the door and peered out the hall to see if there were any servants around; a chamber girl stood down the hall. He turned to his brother
"Play along" he whispered before exiting the room. Paris blinked a few times, not quite understanding. Then he followed his brother out of the room.
"I can't believe it Paris!" began the eldest "Respect our father's house! If you are to entertain yourself with a maiden at least avoid your bedding. It was most inappropriate!"
The young prince gaped... then understood. He adopted the cockiest expression he could muster.
"They left before daybreak" he defended
Hector kept scolding his brother, smiling when he noticed the girl blushing and walking hastily away from them.
"I shall try that someday" said Paris, his cocky smirk turning into a smile that his brother returned.
"So, to the river"
A/N: Have you seen Harry Potter 3? Did you like it?... What?! I'm curious, plus I want reviews. I'll try to get next chapter out by next week.
Dedication: To the reviewers for not hating me. I love you all. I'll bug the fairy so she gives you the syrup covered prince of your choice.
A/N: Quick plot-hole explanation: Hector doesn't usually spend time with Paris, since he's leading his army most of the time. Also, this is a bit slashier. But it can still pass as brotherly love... right. As always, thanks to Mclean for being cool and keeping me obsessed.
Summary: We left off with the young princes going to sleep. This is the next morning.
Paris awoke with sunlight hitting his face, his memory blurry. His back hurt and there was a body behind him.
"Good morning, prince" Hector's voice greeted him. The boy's shock lasted for only a second. He remembered.
"Good morning brother"
Hector pushed gently at his shoulder
"Get on your belly"
After the boy complied, the eldest fingered the wound with delicate touches. Finally placing a kiss where it dissolved into unmarred flesh, at the base of his back.
"I'm sorry" he said again
"Don't worry about it"
Hector found but little comfort in his brother's assurance. How could he expect to protect him from all harm if he was the first one he had to fear?
"Brother?" Paris called, missing his brother's touch. He felt Hector's head resting on his back and strong fingers holding his hips.
"I'm sorry"
"I'm alright brother" The boy shifted blushing, suddenly feeling self- conscious. Hector met his eyes, oblivious to his discomfort.
"You were right, little one. I should let you go to the women to learn their arts"
"I thought you were teaching me archery"
"I must admit I'm less skilled in that field" lied the eldest, making to get up.
"I will do as you wish" Paris lied as well. He moved to stand, but realizing his nudity, decided not to. Hector gave a humorless chuckle.
"Then why don't you?" and unlike his brother he stood to fetch his garments. The youth followed him with his gaze. He had really missed spending time with him.
The man wrapped his clothes around him and looked back at Paris, who had his eyes fixed upon him; a soft blush threatened to creep up his face.
"I insist on telling father about this" he spoke retrieving his sandals. The words made Paris snap out of his daydreaming.
"We agreed you wouldn't" the boy tried to think of a good reason "I-I don't want to have this matter discussed" he started "people would gossip"
"We need to tell him because I'm ashamed of myself!" burst out the older prince "I can't stand another moment of being beside you knowing I hurt you when I intended to protect you!"
Paris stood up. Forgetting temporarily his earlier thoughts regarding clothing or lack thereof.
"If we tell him, it'll spread out. People will talk. They'll say that there have been 'disagreements' in the royal family. In a few weeks, the story will be about how the young prince attacked Hector. And how Hector had to defend himself" He looked up, meeting the eldest eyes. The words ringing true to his ears. "That kind of gossip would risk the alliances you've been trying to build". Hector laughed.
"They would never believe you attacked me, you're just too perfect to do so"
"You haven't been in town lately" Paris said quietly, taking a seat on the bed.
"What is said in town?!" demanded Hector walking to his brother.
Paris looked up at him regretting having talked.
"You're the one risking his neck out there" he said, his eyes fixed on the floor "I am nothing but the little brother. There have been rumors. That I envy you"
"And do you?"
The boy didn't look up
"That's not the point"
Hector held the boy's jaw in his hand, forcing him to look at him
"Do you?"
"I. I admire you. I love you"
"As I love you Paris, for if I didn't I would not feel this way" The boy nodded, glad that the discussion seemed to be over.
"The servants!" he said suddenly "they'll ask about the sheets" he pointed at the blood stains.
"Leave it to me, young prince" Hector stood up smiling "fancy bathing in the river?"
Paris returned the smile. He found his clothing and got dressed carefully, trying not to bend. He glared at his sandals trying to figure out how to put them on. Without a word, Hector kneeled in front of him and helped him. Then he walked to the door and peered out the hall to see if there were any servants around; a chamber girl stood down the hall. He turned to his brother
"Play along" he whispered before exiting the room. Paris blinked a few times, not quite understanding. Then he followed his brother out of the room.
"I can't believe it Paris!" began the eldest "Respect our father's house! If you are to entertain yourself with a maiden at least avoid your bedding. It was most inappropriate!"
The young prince gaped... then understood. He adopted the cockiest expression he could muster.
"They left before daybreak" he defended
Hector kept scolding his brother, smiling when he noticed the girl blushing and walking hastily away from them.
"I shall try that someday" said Paris, his cocky smirk turning into a smile that his brother returned.
"So, to the river"
A/N: Have you seen Harry Potter 3? Did you like it?... What?! I'm curious, plus I want reviews. I'll try to get next chapter out by next week.