Wavering Love
Chapter 6: The Greatest Enchantment
The sun seemed to be lingering over the western horizon spreading a pink glow when Achilles retired for the night. Yet Patrols was more then awake at the hour. He dreamed of Achilles. His face was in front of his eyes all through the day, and his whole being longed for him. He hadn't been brave enough to tell anyone, not even Thetis, of his intentions. Whenever he'd thought of doing so his courage failed him. Seeing herensed when he saw it was Patroclus. "Yes?" Patroclus stood there clawing for an excuse to come inside. "I have I question." He said plainly. "Oh? And what is it this time?" Achilles opened the door wider revealing to Patroclus that he wasn't even getting ready for bed. "I think...we should...sit down for this one." Small little lies rapidly formed one on top of the other for Patroclus. Achilles invited him in trying to capture a quick scent from Patroclus.
"So what is the question?" Achilles said as the boy got himself comfortable on his bed. A long pause came beforknowingly knocked on the door.
The door opened, and Achilles' once calm face tensed when he saw it was Patroclus. "Yes?" Patroclus stood there clawing for an excuse to come inside. "I have I question." He said plainly. "Oh? And what is it this time?" Achilles opened the door wider revealing to Patroclus that he wasn't even getting ready for bed. "I think...we should...sit down for this one." Small little lies rapidly formed one on top of the other for Patroclus. Achilles invited him in trying to capture a quick scent from Patroclus.
"So what is the question?" Achilles said as the boy got himself comfortable on his bed. A long pause came before Patroclus answered. "Tell me what your greatest challenge in combat was?" Achilles stood puzzled. "You wait until deep in the night to ask me that question." "Yes." Achilles remained looking puzzled at Patroclus' actions before plopping himself next to Patroclus. "Well aside from you there was this one brute early in my day."
The two remained in deep conversation not noticing the distance between them lessen every minuet. They had just finished a story that ended with a funny joke when an uncomfortable silence fell on them. This made them realize how close they were to each other on a bed. A heat swam through their bodies flushing the two godlike men's cheeks. This was when that click popped into Achilles' mind but the moon seemed to have shunned it away. The darkness of the room dimmed all thoughts of guilt in his head. The fire in his room blazed Patroclus' skin highlighting his fine features. A strand of hair glowed golden blonde, dangling from his eyes.
Achilles thought how nice he would love to touch it. He needed to know that feeling. So he took that lock and tucked it behind Patroclus' ear. At first Patroclus shuddered from the touch but then his body went heavy and limp. Patroclus watched from the shadows, aching Achilles' love. Their breathing became short and heavy, the hair on their skin jumped up yet they were not cold. Patroclus took in Achilles' beautiful form. Then it happened. As if commanded with a whip, the two slaves lunged for each others' mouths massaging one another's tongues vigorously.
They lavished each other with their tongues. Achilles sank his mouth into Patroclus' neck raging him to stretch towards the heavens gasping. His body went rigid, feeling the youth's hard sex as Patroclus' one leg wrapped around Achilles. The two fell back on the bed; quickly clawing at each other's clothes off. The youthful zest in Patroclus made him rip Achilles tunic off reveal his tight torso ready to be taken in by him. First he went at Achilles neck, slowly licking or kissing his way down to ring his tongue around Achilles' nipples. This made the warrior moan with pleasure, gripping Patroclus' ass into him. Moans came from Achilles while Patroclus memorized every crease of his torso.
Achilles' groin was stiff and growing harder after each lick from Patroclus. It was an unbearable tease for Achilles to wait for Patroclus to take him in before he does to Patroclus. The seconds were a lifetime so Achilles roughly brought Patroclus on his back indulging into another deep kiss. They continued with that longing kiss until oxygen became an issue then the warrior licked the sweet sweat off of the boy's heaving chest. After, Achilles lightly kissed the hem of Patroclus' skirt that Patroclus barely controlled himself from already leaking.
His wandering hands ran down Patroclus' sides then up again over his legs, next thighs, and then lost up Patroclus' skirt. The boy dug his nails into Achilles back throwing his head back from his kiss. Achilles playfully bit Patroclus' lower lip while he slowly untied Patroclus' skirt, string by string. Already the pair had been bucking into one another. Yet now Achilles thought it was time from their activities to evolve into a more intimate phase. While his skirt was being untied, Patroclus slowly slid off Achilles' loose skirt by the motions of his hips.
Now fully unclothed the two again kissed, with Achilles' hands rummaging through Patroclus' sun streaked hair and the youth traced Achilles' body in wonder with his own hands. Achilles soon spread Patroclus' legs apart wider which scared the boy making the kissing stop. Achilles, having bedding many women knew how to tell a virgin; and seeing the fear and anticipation in Patroclus' eyes they showed all signs of it. The way he violently tore all his clothes off and the way he shuddered when his hands touched him gave Achilles the thought of who he was doing this to. A boy, no older then a child when it comes to the practices of love. The youth below him began closing his legs together until Achilles called him with a slurring soothing shush.
Patroclus sat up to Achilles opening himself to the warrior. He wanted to see what he was doing but Achilles turned his eyes away by tracing his delicate mouth with his. He closed his eyes, captivated with the scent of Achilles. Achilles reached for a tiny basin beside his bed used for light, but tonight was for something else. He dipped the tips of his fingers lightly into the oily liquid, coating the fluid over his shaft. In the midst of all the slow, craving pleasure a sharp pain pierce inside of Patroclus, making him gasp a painful hiss. He tried to tear away from the warrior, but Achilles held him in his arms repeating the quite whispers of promise. "Shh, it's alright. Everything is fine."
Now feeling Patroclus' body loosen up from his words he began pumping into him using small measures. He wasn't even giving all his strength into the boy, and already Patroclus was swooned by the feeling; collapsing back on the bed and dragging Achilles closer to him. Achilles' rhythmic harsh breathing and Patroclus' groaning matched the pace of their bucking hips. Their bodies mashed into one, moving in the same pattern. Patroclus' orgasm was rapidly climbing, making his yearnings climb with them. He gripped Achilles' ass tighter to make him go into him more. Then eloped both his legs around Achilles. "harder" he whispered, urging Achilles to gradually use more and more power in his thrusts.
Even when Achilles basically threw himself into Patroclus and all words ceased from their memories, the boy still cried for more by using his movements. He sank his teeth into Achilles' neck and Achilles lifted Patroclus against him in passion. Wave after wave of his heart beat passed into Achilles matching his own. He was weightless to him, so he rocked Patroclus by their motions. They devoured each other again in another kiss, tasting their ecstasy, their constant pleasure of each other.
They were now at their climax, pushing harder into the other more then ever that it began to hurt. But the cravings of wanting more were in high drive so all other feelings were lost within them. Achilles could feel himself coming, making the world he now saw loss shape and all he felt was he releasing himself. The same happened to Patroclus making him suddenly go weary. They collapsed on the bed, one on top of the other, trying to retain normal breathing. Their closeness disappeared as Achilles pulled himself out and receded away from Patroclus to breathe the cold air around them.
After their pause the two felt an indescribable chill, telling them to entangle their limbs to sleep. Achilles' eyes fell shut right away while Patroclus stared at the ceiling. The world didn't look or feel the same for him yet he didn't recall any change to it. It was him that changed explaining why everything was so different. He transformed in Achilles during that spilt second when he felt Achilles go into him. The feeling of such a pleasure would never come into words for Patroclus and he sworn that he would always be in debt for Achilles opening his eyes to something new. The unexplainable alive feeling drifted away and sleep crawled over him.
It was now unbearable to not give into his closing eyes. But he made sure that the touch of Achilles was the last thing he felt before he drifted off into the best sleep he will ever have.
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