Disclaimer: I'm gonna start to skip this.
Dedication: To... my manager.
A/N: Morpheus was the Greek god of dreams.
Summary: A bath in the river.
Paris walked close to Hector to be able to use him as support if he needed to. A smile still lingered on his lips; by the time they went back the whole city would think he was no longer a virgin. They walked in silence until they reached the shore.
"The waters are quite wild today brother, maybe we should go back to the fonts" the older spoke.
"The fonts will be crowded"
"But your back is not right yet, the river could claim you"
"If I don't bathe soon, flies will start following me"
"Alright, but do not leave my side" Hector complied disposing his garments. Paris smiled and started to undress.
Glaring angrily at his sandals he made an effort to bend down and untie them without his brother's help. The eldest watched amused, ready to help if needed. After a couple of minutes the boy held up his right sandal triumphally.
"I beat it!" he exclaimed happily.
"I see you did, my brave prince" Hector said, smiling warmly at him.
"One to go" frowning in concentration Paris started to struggle with the second one.
When the young prince was done with his offending shoe, Hector took his wrist and led them to the river. Paris winced as the water lapped at his wound, but the pain was gone as soon as it came. Smiling he splashed his brother.
"Hey!" scolded Hector pretending to be annoyed and returned the gesture.
Paris laughed childishly and kept playing, this time using both of his hands. He stopped suddenly, not seeing his brother.
"Hector?" He asked looking around "That's cheating!" he told the water.
The older prince dove behind his brother and pulled at the boy's hips to bring him down. He sank, making a gurgling sound as he went. Hector wrapped his arms around him and pulled them up, laughing when Paris gasped for air.
"What? Caught you off guard, my pretty young thing?"
"You're mean. It's an unfair fight" the boy accused
"It is" admitted the older one moving away "did you bring oil for your hair?" he asked
"No" He had been too busy worrying about full frontal nudity.
"What would you do without your brother, young prince?" asked Hector holding up a small bottle. Paris sighed
"Manage to live with bad hair?" he asked smiling. He barely caught the bottle when his brother threw it at him. "Hey! Be nice!"
"And what? Keep spoiling you rotten?"
"That would be a start"
"My princess" chuckled Hector, taking hold of the bottle again and turning the blushing boy around.
"Don't call me that" he said turning his head and sticking his tongue out.
"Well, you are" answered the eldest pouring oil on the youth's head. The younger one scowled, but his attitude was mostly acting and they both knew it. He had missed those quiet times with his brother. "And how does it feel?" Hector asked massaging the boy's scalp "being publicly not virgin" he cleared knowing the young prince was about to ask.
"I shall know when we get back" Paris smiled "Perhaps it means that soon I will really stop being a virgin"
"Maybe"
"What is it like?"
"What it is, my little brother, can't be explained with words. Down" He pushed the youth's shoulders. Paris had opened his mouth to argue but he ended up swallowing a mouthful of water. Hector rinsed the boy's head and pulled him up. "Your turn".
Paris took the oil and went behind his brother.
"Crouch down?"
The man did as told, and began to trace patterns in the water peeking his fingers out the surface. Paris poured the oil on his head, repeating Hector's actions.
"Your hair's grown longer"
"It tends to do that with time" teased Hector. Paris tried to push him under the water, but Hector didn't move an inch.
"What are you doing Paris? It tickles" He let his shoulders sink and threw his head back, dipping only his hair. "If you reopen the wound I'm letting you sew it yourself" he scolded looking at his brother upside down. Paris slid forward startled, his hands running down Hector's chest. His face crashed against his brother's, their lips meeting. Hector did not move. "Paris" he whispered against the boy's mouth. The boy stepped back, regaining his balance.
"I- I'm sorry, I slipped"
"Sure"
"Shall we go back?"
"As you wish" Hector stood straight again and walked to the shore. Paris followed a few steps back.
"Have I angered you?"
"Of course not"
The boy walked to a tree, where they had left their clothing and laid face down on the grass. His brother sat beside him, allowing the sun to dry his skin.
"I can pretend it is a battle scar" he said turning to look at his brother "just like yours". The man unconsciously fingered the line crossing his left side.
"It must have been a terrible fight, it looks enraged"
"Fought ten men single handed"
"And a coward slashed your back when you were killing the enemy that was strangling your defeated brother"
"Of course not" said the boy smiling "... I tripped with my own sword"
"That sounds more like you" stated Hector lying down with his face to the sky
"It has to be believable"
A drowsy 'right' rolled from Hector's mouth. He was beginning to let Morpheus cloud his mind. "And I killed them all because no one touches my Paris" he slurred, breath slowing.
"Didn't you let one or two escape?"
"No" was the barely audible answer before the prince drowned in slumber.
A/N: I know it's a bad place to stop. Anyway, next chapter will probably be rated R. Next. I'm gonna answer last chapter reviews. I didn't do it before 'cause I'm lazy. Sorry. I will from now on.
Mclean: 'ello luv Yes, and yes.
Carrianne: I'm glad you like it. And here's the update... a bit late U
Always in Lando Land: Thank you, and yes, I've read all five books. You've gotta love Sirius.
Toria: I'll try to update as often as possible. And I loved the movie. Go Cuaron!!
Please keep reviewing. I''m not above begging, seriously
Dedication: To... my manager.
A/N: Morpheus was the Greek god of dreams.
Summary: A bath in the river.
Paris walked close to Hector to be able to use him as support if he needed to. A smile still lingered on his lips; by the time they went back the whole city would think he was no longer a virgin. They walked in silence until they reached the shore.
"The waters are quite wild today brother, maybe we should go back to the fonts" the older spoke.
"The fonts will be crowded"
"But your back is not right yet, the river could claim you"
"If I don't bathe soon, flies will start following me"
"Alright, but do not leave my side" Hector complied disposing his garments. Paris smiled and started to undress.
Glaring angrily at his sandals he made an effort to bend down and untie them without his brother's help. The eldest watched amused, ready to help if needed. After a couple of minutes the boy held up his right sandal triumphally.
"I beat it!" he exclaimed happily.
"I see you did, my brave prince" Hector said, smiling warmly at him.
"One to go" frowning in concentration Paris started to struggle with the second one.
When the young prince was done with his offending shoe, Hector took his wrist and led them to the river. Paris winced as the water lapped at his wound, but the pain was gone as soon as it came. Smiling he splashed his brother.
"Hey!" scolded Hector pretending to be annoyed and returned the gesture.
Paris laughed childishly and kept playing, this time using both of his hands. He stopped suddenly, not seeing his brother.
"Hector?" He asked looking around "That's cheating!" he told the water.
The older prince dove behind his brother and pulled at the boy's hips to bring him down. He sank, making a gurgling sound as he went. Hector wrapped his arms around him and pulled them up, laughing when Paris gasped for air.
"What? Caught you off guard, my pretty young thing?"
"You're mean. It's an unfair fight" the boy accused
"It is" admitted the older one moving away "did you bring oil for your hair?" he asked
"No" He had been too busy worrying about full frontal nudity.
"What would you do without your brother, young prince?" asked Hector holding up a small bottle. Paris sighed
"Manage to live with bad hair?" he asked smiling. He barely caught the bottle when his brother threw it at him. "Hey! Be nice!"
"And what? Keep spoiling you rotten?"
"That would be a start"
"My princess" chuckled Hector, taking hold of the bottle again and turning the blushing boy around.
"Don't call me that" he said turning his head and sticking his tongue out.
"Well, you are" answered the eldest pouring oil on the youth's head. The younger one scowled, but his attitude was mostly acting and they both knew it. He had missed those quiet times with his brother. "And how does it feel?" Hector asked massaging the boy's scalp "being publicly not virgin" he cleared knowing the young prince was about to ask.
"I shall know when we get back" Paris smiled "Perhaps it means that soon I will really stop being a virgin"
"Maybe"
"What is it like?"
"What it is, my little brother, can't be explained with words. Down" He pushed the youth's shoulders. Paris had opened his mouth to argue but he ended up swallowing a mouthful of water. Hector rinsed the boy's head and pulled him up. "Your turn".
Paris took the oil and went behind his brother.
"Crouch down?"
The man did as told, and began to trace patterns in the water peeking his fingers out the surface. Paris poured the oil on his head, repeating Hector's actions.
"Your hair's grown longer"
"It tends to do that with time" teased Hector. Paris tried to push him under the water, but Hector didn't move an inch.
"What are you doing Paris? It tickles" He let his shoulders sink and threw his head back, dipping only his hair. "If you reopen the wound I'm letting you sew it yourself" he scolded looking at his brother upside down. Paris slid forward startled, his hands running down Hector's chest. His face crashed against his brother's, their lips meeting. Hector did not move. "Paris" he whispered against the boy's mouth. The boy stepped back, regaining his balance.
"I- I'm sorry, I slipped"
"Sure"
"Shall we go back?"
"As you wish" Hector stood straight again and walked to the shore. Paris followed a few steps back.
"Have I angered you?"
"Of course not"
The boy walked to a tree, where they had left their clothing and laid face down on the grass. His brother sat beside him, allowing the sun to dry his skin.
"I can pretend it is a battle scar" he said turning to look at his brother "just like yours". The man unconsciously fingered the line crossing his left side.
"It must have been a terrible fight, it looks enraged"
"Fought ten men single handed"
"And a coward slashed your back when you were killing the enemy that was strangling your defeated brother"
"Of course not" said the boy smiling "... I tripped with my own sword"
"That sounds more like you" stated Hector lying down with his face to the sky
"It has to be believable"
A drowsy 'right' rolled from Hector's mouth. He was beginning to let Morpheus cloud his mind. "And I killed them all because no one touches my Paris" he slurred, breath slowing.
"Didn't you let one or two escape?"
"No" was the barely audible answer before the prince drowned in slumber.
A/N: I know it's a bad place to stop. Anyway, next chapter will probably be rated R. Next. I'm gonna answer last chapter reviews. I didn't do it before 'cause I'm lazy. Sorry. I will from now on.
Mclean: 'ello luv Yes, and yes.
Carrianne: I'm glad you like it. And here's the update... a bit late U
Always in Lando Land: Thank you, and yes, I've read all five books. You've gotta love Sirius.
Toria: I'll try to update as often as possible. And I loved the movie. Go Cuaron!!
Please keep reviewing. I''m not above begging, seriously