Wavering Love
Chapter 14: Lovers
Please just don't play with me
My paper heart will bleed
Morning spilled in through the thin silk curtains overlapping the great windows of Achilles' accommodations. They stayed in bed for the longest time, forgetting the hours of the day. Usually all the world was up near noon when the sun was at its highest position in the sky, and the care takers rearrange the master's and guest rooms to an orderly fashion. A small maid of the palace was knocking on the door for courtesy. As expect no answer was made and opened the door to the room.
Achilles' senses awake from sleep at the faint knock he heard, thinking it was his dreams. But when a following disturbance of the door beginning to open, he quickly acted in a moment's notice. Without hesitation Achilles shoved Patroclus off the bed and prayed to the gods he would stay down and not protest.
It was a great shock for Patroclus to one minuet sleeping comfortably to being shoved off the bed and crash to the stone floor. Anger and annoyance for Achilles rekindle and he prepared to scowl at Achilles until the small meek voice of a servant was heard.
"Oh! I'm sorry my lord Achilles, I thought you'd be gone by now. Forgive me!" She covered her face from blushing in the presence of a handsome and possibly naked man. Quickly she explained her actions and ran off cursing herself for her stupid mistakes.
As her footsteps ceased to silence, Patroclus climbed back in bed with of course something to say. "If it wasn't for that girl's voice I would have crushed your life!!"
Achilles hollered with laughter. "You, hammer me! Not even my training could teach you to best me." Patroclus just grumbled something under his breath and faced his back towards Achilles pretending to go back asleep. "I'm sorry Patroclus. Just didn't want to be caught with the destined prince in my bed. Especially if it was a girl who didn't know better."
Patroclus silently accepted his apology but it wasn't enough for Achilles to feel the recent warmth he got from Patroclus last night. He crept closer to him and lightly kissed his lover's shoulder. "Now after everything that has happened, you can come back home with me!"
Patroclus now swiftly turned over to see Achilles. Panic was in his face which worried Achilles. "But, this is my home now Achilles. My father is here, my land that I was born. I can't leave it all now that I've finally have found it."
"But what about me and my mother Thetis? Weren't we good enough for you to call home and family...What's here to offer you that we can't? Nothing!"
"Not nothing!" Patroclus denied. "My father, my only person of true family since my mother. I've already have made friends here, and I have a responsibility to my land. Achilles, things have changed now! I'm a prince with certain things I must look after for." Achilles didn't respond with Patroclus' rejects. He was shocked after all they've been through; Patroclus still wouldn't entirely yield to Achilles.
He searched through each of Patroclus' eyes, making sure there wasn't the smallest hint of untruth loathing around in his irises. But none emerged to his sight which Achilles took the face of truth, so he cowered again to his side of the bed with his back to Patroclus. Patroclus felt a little hurt and guilty for being selfish to Achilles. He wanted more then ever for them to be together, but he couldn't please his lover without hurting his father.
"Achilles?" he called, but the warrior didn't stir for a reply. Patroclus reached over to caress Achilles shoulder. "Achilles?" he tried again, but not even his tender kisses that cherished his solid muscle turned Achilles' anger. Suddenly Achilles felt cold, distant; so far away from Patroclus that when he touched him, his warmth was absent under his fingertips. Now the tables turned for Patroclus and Achilles, where Patroclus was now the villain shunning away the light. Or that was what Patroclus was thinking.
To Achilles who was experienced in swaying the sympathetic minds from his childhood, explaining why his mother was so stern in raising her son, he laid there planning out his game. In each of Patroclus' pauses, he could hear the boy's mind wield plans overlapping plans. It wasn't until he heard that heavy sigh from Patroclus when Achilles really began listening to him.
"Alright, I'll talk to my father and ask to stay with you until I'm needed in his council." Achilles now shifted to see Patroclus' face.
"Really! I mean I don't want to cause conflict between you two now—''
"No, my father loves me. I know that well enough, that there would be no reason what so ever to hold me to him. He would probably think this a way to train me." Patroclus explained.
"Train you?" Achilles questioned.
"You know, train me in fighting. I don't know about learning politics from you. But sending a son off with an experienced warrior doesn't sound like a bad idea to a king." Achilles didn't say anything else to his beloved. Instead he planted a quick kiss upon his lips that soon ascending into a deeper invitation for a more embracing contact. Patroclus playfully laughed into Achilles' ear while he was busy lavishing kisses over his neck, thinking how heavenly it would be to live a world where this morning would be as spent in whole days.
Alright it's all perfect right now. Patroclus will talk with his father, who will be good hearted to allow Patroclus to go with Achilles. And they'll spend weeks in bed lying with each other, unless I am crazy enough to throw in another conflict that disturbs their relationship once again! Hmmm. We'll see. Pretty Please REVIEW for this chapter.