Forbidden Gods
Forbidden Gods
It wasn't the feeling of the soft blankets that lay beneath him that opened his eyes. It was the sound of life from the window on the other side of the room that sucked movement and consciousness into Paris. His eyes fluttered open to show that he had not awaken in an ever going field where the dead walked, but a guest room. With the sounds of a lively mob singing him awake. What?... Where am I? Questions flickered through his mind as a slide show, then after a reel of them past, memories of how he got here took the turn. But there were none. He remembered this horse walking, then him going down, and that was where his eyes closed shut.
He got up from the bed and made his way to the middle of the room. Sweat covered his body as some form of sticky honey that lightly spackled his flesh. As he neared the window, he knew this wasn't his own city that he now stared out to. It was some town, surrounded by rolling hills of green grass, and farmland that stretched all the way to the horizon. "Pretty view isn't it?" That wasn't his voice. He turned to where the door was, only to see a gorgeous man standing behind it. It was Achilles.
"Achilles?" Paris whispered, not wanting this mirage or this dream that he was now experiencing to disappear. When feeling Achilles' arms around his delicate waist, stroking his silky waves, he knew that this was real and that this was his own life he was still living.
"I can't believe I gave up on you coming back to me. I stayed at that spot for many nights before returning to where I started." They were now lying on the bed, with Paris resting on his shoulder, both staring up at the ceiling. They spoke in quiet voices, not wanting to disturb their peaceful moment. "Where was I when you found me?" "Stop questioning me. It's my turn. How did you leave the city without causing uproar?"
I think I can tell Achilles Clytemnestra's plan. After all, news of it will spread its way here. "Agamemnon is dead. He was killed by his own wife, begging for release from her daughter's death that brought her so much angst. She warned me of her coming actions and demanded that I must leave. I guess...she didn't want to do it with me knowing who it was. No matter how much I would have given up to see his dying breath. Anyway I left with" He was cut off short by Achilles' sarcasm. "You left with only your clothes on and a broken horse carrying you across the terrain."
A small silence separated them, and Paris tired to think of an explanation for his careless actions. "Yep." They both laughed into each other's arms. "But how did you come upon me? And whose house are we in now?" "You were barely a step away from being dust yourself. Luckily Argento stalled me long enough so that he can thank me for something. It was for something dumb 'that my presence made him stronger of a man'. And I ask 'how's that' and he said he managed to ask a girl's hand in marriage...I can't think of the strength you would need to ask a girl to marry, both physically and mentally." "Well, maybe he was scared of rejection. You know there are some men out there that are scared shitless of woman." "Yah, but when it comes to you, woman are scared shitless of you." They laughed again bracing each other for control to gain back their stability for carrying on the question at hand.
"And, and when I came upon you all I had was a horse but luckily I knew someone that would take us in living close by. A sailor that I met name Scarto owns this building." Paris nodded along Achilles' story. When there were no more stories to be told of their departure, silence again brewed between the two. But this wasn't uncomfortable at all, though peaceful. Nothing more stood in their way in being together. In a way, it scared Achilles. To not worry or have to think on how to survive the next day will take some getting use to. But if it was with Paris all the way, Achilles was more then happy to stand by it all. He took his eyes off the ceiling to marvel what he now could call his own.
Seeing Paris damp with sweat from the heat was unbearable to let this opportunity slip. Achilles turned his mouth to his. Paris responded back with more force and entwined his leg around Achilles' own. Achilles closed his eyes and rolled on top of the prince's frail body. "Paris" Achilles breathed. "I can't breathe without knowing you are mine." His hands were on top of Paris' calves and ran up Paris' legs to his thighs, lifting up is skirt. Inside, Paris was begging to pin Achilles down and fuck him to oblivion. But his limbs had a life of their own and wrapped themselves around him as though they were ivy tendrils clinging and clinging.
Achilles' could feel his whole body grow hard and heavy. His mouth was open, sucking Paris into him, filling with sweetness that melted like a honeycomb near the fire. Night seeped into every corner of the little room. He pushed himself against Paris, wanting every part of the prince's skin to fuse with his, wanting to become one creature, intertwined and breathing the same breath forever.
Achilles' and Paris' names were forever remembered only for what contributions they made in the grimmest of wars. But to them, the real adventure was how they came together and stayed for one another to hold. Achilles brought Paris home to his house on the island where they lived without any threat that pushing between them. The only thing pushing was them. Paris and Achilles pushed more and more into each others' hearts and finally found that happy ending that the Trojan War was missing.
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Thank you for those that kept along with the chapters! This was my very first fan fic that I've ever written. I know there are some things that still need some improvement on, but I believe that the experience and especially the reviews were enjoyable. Oh, who am I kidding. Gosh! I am so thrilled I've finally managed to finish a story on the computer. Usually I abandon it by the middle, but it was your review that kept me going. Now for my last wish is still the same. Please review how you like my story, ideas for up coming projects that you would like me to write, or whatever! LOL. I hope you all enjoyed it, and I will be gone for the summer so I won't be writing my next Troy story until later. My next project is the real relationship between Achilles and Part. (I can't remember how you spell his name correctly, but it was the guy who played his cousin) Another slash it will be. Thanks. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW