Wavering Love
Chapter 13: The Whole World's on Fire
Took a drive in the dirty rain
To a place where the wind calls your name
Under the trees the river laughing
The traces of Patroclus led Achilles into the palace's elaborate courtyard. They were far away from the noise of the social parties, both isolated in peace. This was exactly what Achilles wanted, but he found himself hiding behind a poplar watching Paroclus pace madly across the lawn. Words seemed to have been coming out furiously but no listener was found to receive them. He rubbed his face and pulled his hair frantically as he walked back and forth below the moonlit sky.
And the sky! Achilles noticed that it so much resembled the night when Patroclus came to him in bed. But soon as he remembered that night, it provoked the nightmare of next morning. Achilles cringed at the thought of what he said and began to doubt. Would he still listen to me after what I did to him? I wouldn't blame him if he doesn't. But it would crush my being if he did.
Achilles finally emerged from behind his post to at long last confront the claim of his companion's heart. The rustling of his heels weren't heard unknown by Patroclus, he lightly twitched from his focus of his hands to be bewildered by Achilles.
"You," He marched up to Achilles, with noses almost touching. "How dare you come into my home and disguise yourself as a friend of mine! Tricking my father and court that we are friends! What, you thought you'd come and sly talk me for some money?! If that's so then you're a fool of a man—no more of a pig!" His cold hearted words did boil Achilles' anger, but he maintained his stature of calmness and began in a quiet voice.
"My...lord," Already his voice was beginning to crack in sobs. "I've come not to take advantage of you, but to mend our ways."
"Our ways!" He shouted.
"My ways. My behavior. I wanted you to know why I came back here to you—''
"I don't want to know why you came back, but why you left!"
Achilles hesitated for a while, not sure to close his lips or open them for words. He stared at the ground for an answer but they shone none. "I was scared, not of the commitment but of what would come after. All the stories I have heard or witnessed that were about pure love always ended in tragedy and despair."
In an instant Patroclus gave up on listening to childish stories and huffed out an agitated sight before breaking away from Achilles' sight. He would have accomplished so if Achilles didn't catch his hand.
"It wasn't me that was scared of the pain but of you! You were the one that I thought about relentlessly ever since I spent that night with you. Never once did I think of you the way I said it on the beach. I didn't want you to be hurt by love and die because of it. Being so young and innocent of such wounds." He stroked Patroclus' cheek softly expecting for him to shun away, but the youth didn't. Patroclus tried to shield his full teary eyes but the moon wasn't merciful upon that. She cast her light, illuminating his eyes.
"Then why did you say in that way! I could have understood your reasons if would have just said it like this!!"
"No," Achilles shook his head. "No you wouldn't understand it because I didn't either. The more I went on telling you that it couldn't be my heart tore after each word. The only reason that kept my voice talking was the reason of you well being. But it only did the reverse, and I know that now! I didn't believe it at first that I was in love with you because I defied such a feeling from me. Yet now I can't hold in my devotion for you for the sake of your welfare."
For a century to the two, Patroclus didn't speak nor did he flinch from Achilles in disgust. Instead his final revelation was pressing his lips upon Achilles' own. Then with Patroclus' force and Achilles permission they tangled their tongues and lips. With the influence of Patroclus the kiss deepened along Achilles' neck.
Achilles pressed Patroclus to a tree, mashing their bodies so close the boy had to stand on a rising root for them to be covered by its shadows. Achilles wanted to savor Patroclus in this blissful pleasure, but the animal in him gave way accepting Patroclus' alluring body. It had been weeks, counting both days and nights that Patroclus has scorned and cursed Achilles' name. Now having forgiven his lover he held nothing back. He was a virgin coming to Achilles' bed and left it drugged for its sinful taste again. Not once did he experience the rush again and because of it, the practice has been on his mind for quiet some time. But only Achilles was the one that he wanted to do it with.
Patroclus began lifting his lower clothing and parted his legs slightly. Achilles responded by doing the same and holding the boy's weight by his thighs. The youth wrapped his legs around Achilles' torso still sucking to his lips. Soon Achilles ventured his tongue down Patroclus' jaw then his throat. Patroclus reared back, exposing his neck for Achilles' sexual appetite. Just then Achilles plunged himself deep into Patroclus. He left out a short gasp of ache but the pain was quickly replaced with pleasure.
Achilles started out pumping into Patroclus in a moderate pace but soon decrease to a much slower measure. It burned Patroclus when he wanted to go faster but he soon had a better enjoyment of how deep Achilles went into him. Their sex changed into an anguish and tortuous act against their barbaric desires. Yet it seemed they were more wired this way. Patroclus' hips matched perfectly in sync with Achilles' motions.
They had not the strength to open their eyes much less groan their bass moans. In its place they exhaled whispery sighs or hisses. Every time Achilles thrust into Patroclus, he breathed a hoarse inhale of breath. Achilles was poisoned with madness by this slow pleasure he ripped down Patroclus' tunic to his navel. At his chest, he engulfed one of his nipples. Patroclus always had to rear his head back because he had to move some form of a limb from all this ecstasy.
Their climax stretched to its farthest capacity, and when they were spent for the night, the two still shuddered in their positions on the tree. Achilles was about to go out until he was held back by Patroclus.
"Don't take it out now." He huffed.
Achilles was able to speak under his breaths of air. "Its time for us to go to bed." He soon pulled out and rearranged his tunic. Patroclus' delicate tunic was now torn from his navel up to his collarbone, but he was so worn out to even care in covering it up. Patroclus was led to Achilles' room. There they undressed and slept in the bed, warmed by the presence of the other.
It was going good, but then I checked the time and I'm sorry if the chapter seemed a bit too dull at the end there. But I bet you're glad they finally got back together. (I'm sorry to the ones that are having problems in reading chpt. 11. I went on it today, and it seemed fine to me, so it must have been your computer. Try again later, if you want to)Please REVIEW, I'd love to hear what you think on this chapter, or story, or anything that regards to the writing. Thanx!