A/N: I apologize for taking so long updating. As a bonus, this is an extra-long chapter. And, the rating is up. It's not very graphic, but if the idea of two fictional brothers commiting incest offends you, you shouldn't read this. Thanks a whole hell of a lot to Mclean for the betaing and editing. All mistakes are her fault.

Paris didn't let slumber take over him. After a couple of hours, he stood up and got dressed. Then he kneeled beside Hector, hating himself for having to wake him.

"Hector"

The man did not move, though, his duty as head of the Trojan army kept him from enjoying deep sleep, his usual waking was to the shout of his warriors, not the soft voice his brother had used.

Paris sighed before trying again. They hadn't seen his father since last afternoon and he'd surely want to have breakfast with them.

"Brother" he called shaking him a little.

"Yes" Hector sat up and looked at him with unfocused eyes. "Paris" he seemed surprised to see the youth beside him.

"Father will want to know from us"

"You're right" the older stood and fetched his clothes.

"I'm sorry I woke you"

"It's fine, let's hurry"

The brothers walked in silence; a guard approached them as they reached the palace. He informed that the king had asked for them, and so, they rushed to the dining chamber.

"Here" said Hector before entering, running a hand through Paris' hair arranging the dark curls. Priam was already at the head of the table, waiting for them

"My boys, where have you been?"

"We were bathing in the river father, I apologize for the delay"

The king nodded and motioned them to sit.

"How did your brother handle the sword, Hector?"

"He did just fine father, but this evening we are practicing archery"ยด

"This evening?" asked Paris.

"It is a skill hard to master" continued Priam apparently not having heard his youngest son.

"I believe Paris can handle it, he has good, strong hands"

"I do?" mouthed the boy looking straight at his brother. Hector just gave him a hard look and kept talking to his father. Paris returned to his meal; Priam and Hector had started to talk about politics, he had tried to follow their conversation, but after half an hour he couldn't help yawning.

"May I be excused?"

"Do not disappear" said Priam "and do not bring young maidens to palace again"

Paris held back a smile. It was amazing how fast rumors spread.

"I apologize, father. It won't happen again"

"Take care of him" said the king to his eldest once the boy was out of sight. Hector excused himself and followed his brother.

"Strong hands?" asked Paris who had been waiting outside.

"You do"

"This evening?"

"Well, no, but father insists in your fighting skills"

"He didn't seem terribly happy about shifting to archery"

"He thinks you're too young to do it..."

"I've seen twelve year old challenging each other"

"... or too delicate"

"Figured he'd think that about a sword"

"He does"

Paris fell silent for a second, then his eyes flew wide open.

"It was your idea!" he accused.

"Well, you can't spend your life throwing stones at people" retorted Hector

Paris glared at him.

"No, I'd have other people throw the stones for me" the older prince shook his head.

"Go to rest, my little brother"
That night Paris rose to the flash of lightning and the sound of thunder. Ridiculous as it was, the young prince hated storms. He slid out of his bed, heading to his brother's rooms.

The prince heard someone entering his chambers. He feigned sleep and when the figure reached his bed he drew his sword and pressed it to the intruder's throat, hard enough to draw blood.

"Brother" Paris choked out. Here he was; a sixteen year old hiding in his brother's bedroom because he didn't like thunders.

"Paris" the man pulled the sword and put it aside "what's wrong?"

"Storm" said the boy rubbing his neck.

"Come here" the man smiled and lifted the covers to welcome his brother. Paris squeezed in, getting closer to him every time he heard a thunder.

Hector held the body in his arms.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked running his hands through the boy's neck to his chin.

"Just a scratch"

The older man moved until his mouth crushed against the scratch on Paris' throat. He touched it with his tongue before covering it with his lips.

"Hector... stop"

"I'm sorry" he whispered against the flesh under his mouth, but did not stop.

"Hector..." Paris shivered.

Hector pulled away and placed a chaste kiss on the boy's mouth, gathering by his side once more.

"Don't be afraid, my prince"

"I'm not"

"Really, then what drove you here?" There was another thunder and Paris shrunk in his brothers arms.

"Zeus is on a bad mood"

"But it's not such a bad thing, think that the rain will feed the fields and we will enjoy their fruits" he caressed circles on the youth's back "and Zeus sends us thunders to keep us from the rain and any harm" he repeated the tale that he had always used to calm Paris. The boy relaxed on his arms.

"I'm sorry I bothered you"

"You're never a bother"

"I missed you"

"I missed you as well"

"You shouldn't leave then"

"You know I have to, princess" Hector said sadly, he hated being away from Paris as much as Paris hated being away from him.

"You don't. You're the prince"

"And I'm also head of the army"

"You shouldn't be"

"Then what should I do? Would you want me to stay with you all day?" he asked smiling.

"You'd be safe here"

"But perhaps the city wouldn't"

"You are one soldier. The city has plenty of men" Hector sighed, in a way Paris was right, he was nothing but a man, son of the king or not. And the gods knew he'd love to spend his days with his brother. "But I won't be gone for a long time"

"That's good"

"If you want, I'll pass everyday until my departure with you"

"Even better"

"I love you Paris" whispered Hector kissing the boy's temple

"I love you too" Paris said already asleep.

Some minutes later his lips brushed Hector's and let out a whimper. "Hector?" he sounded scared.

"Yes?" Hector looked at him, his brother was fast asleep, probably having a bad dream "Paris"

"Hector" he sounded more urgent this time.

"Paris!" the man shook him with more strength this time "wake up!" The youth's eyes snapped open, he focused on Hector and threw his arms around him.

"What's wrong little one?" Hector returned the hug "what bad haunted your sleep?"

"Nothing" Paris clung tighter to Hector's neck.

"Calm down my love" urged the eldest, bathing the boy's face with kisses.

"Don't leave for war again" he pleaded

"I won't" promised Hector, knowing he couldn't keep his word. "I won't" he kissed the boy full on the lips as he caressed his cheek. "I swear I'll stay with you forever" he said between kisses. Paris returned the kisses, not believing his brother's words but wanting to.

"No matter what?"

"No matter what" lied Hector, wanting to melt the boy to his skin, yes, that way he could protect him.

"You lie" Paris said softly.

"I wish I wasn't". The eldest moved to kiss the boy's neck.

"Would you wait for me if I have to part?"

"I would, of course I would"

Hector moved closer to him and parted Paris thighs with his own.

The boy couldn't stop himself from moaning, he was feeling things he had never felt before. He pulled Hector closer to him, no longer hearing the thunders outside.

Hector settled between his brother's legs, his hands ran on the youth's body, one heartbeat filled with pleasure, the next loaded with guilt. His mind wondered how could he touch the young prince like this when his own blood ran through the boy's veins. But, how could he not, when Paris was the tide that kept his heart burning?

Paris could feel heat, almost unbearable heat. It was all he knew, all he needed and all he wanted. It didn't matter that Hector was his brother. He was beautiful, and Paris had been taught to love beauty.

The elder kissed the delicate flesh of his brother, begging the gods to keep him as perfect as that. He watched his hands moving on Paris' waist wishing to return to them the innocence Paris still had, and that the battles had stolen from him.

"You're perfect" whispered Paris

"Talking of perfection is speaking your name"

"I am but a child"

Hector said nothing, remembering that a child's reason was what had led Paris to his chamber. The boy tried to recover his attention by nibbling at his neck. He felt a cold blade stab at his chest.

"Paris" he gasped. The boy let out a moan. Hector tried to breath in the sweet tang that surrounded his brother, but his lungs refused to accept it.

Soon, the prince lost the weak hold he had on his thoughts. He hardly registered his hand searching for the flask he knew would be there. He didn't notice the aroma of sandal filling the room when it spilled on Paris' hips. He could only hear the gasp his bother's lips let out when it touched his fevered skin. The boy didn't know what was going on, nor why. He didn't care. He just wanted more of it. He wanted more of Hector's touch.

A lightning painted white Paris' frame as Hector drove himself into his brother. The boy's eyes were closed, and his face spoke of slumber that had not claimed him. Paris' scream was deafened by thunder.

Hector wondered if this was what a ship felt as it floated among the waves, rocked by the tide, up and down, cradling the warriors inside her. His world shattered under his brother's hand... No, Paris was not his brother, he couldn't, at least not now. Claws of pleasure sank in his chest and ripped him from the safety of oblivion.

Paris' body sagged with pleasure and he relaxed on his brother's arms. His last coherent thought being that storms would never scare him again.
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