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The big sex scene.......but I'll try to keep it down so I won't get booted off....
Days passed after the sensual encounter between the men. It was clear they wanted to be intimate, but both were waiting to be sure that their feelings were love.
Achilles knew that he was in love with the former prince. He wanted to cherish him and hold him. He wanted to call him his beloved instead of his friend. He wanted to kiss him and make sweet love to him during the lonely nights.
He was a Trojan, though! It would be setting himself and Paris up for death.
But why hadn't Paris been killed already?
Sheer luck. Luck that the men weren't loyal to Agamemnon, and that Paris hardly went outside during the day.
But what if they did find out? Achilles shuddered and felt sick at the thought, but it was never completely out of his thoughts. If it had to happen, it would. Achilles would rather have Paris know he loved him if he died.
Currently Paris was out getting water. It was just past dusk and the land was covered in a dark blue fog.
Achilles wanted this. He wanted to have someone love him. He missed the sexual intimacy as well as the trust and support from a lover.
Within moments Paris entered, carrying a large basin of water. His curls were slightly tousled from the breeze, and a light flush stained his fine cheekbones. The simple, flowing fabric of the robe he wore set off his slim, curvy figure.
It was enough to make Achilles lose his mind, really. The beauty of the man in front of him made him feel hot and flustered, but he tried to hide it.
Paris laid the basin down, and turned to the man, who was standing, looking awkward.
Paris walked slowly toward the warrior. He studied the heavy breathing, and the blush that covered his cheeks.
They were eye to eye. Brown set on blue. Achilles desperately wanted to grab Paris into his arms, but he felt frightened to lay a hand on him. It was peculiar, especially since the events of the other night, but this was..... different.
"You can touch me, Achilles," Paris whispered softly.
Achilles nodded slowly, and he brought his hands on Paris' elegant shoulders. He began to undo the clasps that held the robe together. The length of silky fabric fell to the ground.
Achilles nearly moaned at the beautiful, shapely body in front of him, and how blessed he was to be allowed to view it. He wrapped his arms around Paris and pulled him close. The former prince's bronze skin felt like silk.
With one arm still around his love, Achilles began to remove his own robe. When he was naked also, he pulled Paris in for a fiery kiss. Once again their tongues engaged in an ancient dance.
Achilles caressed the satiny skin of Paris' back and moaned, "I want you."
Paris whimpered and nodded. "I love you, Achilles. I give myself to you."
Achilles felt blessed to have such a beautiful thing as Paris' love, and returned the affection. "I love you as well. Trust yourself to me," he whispered sensually, and licked and teased Paris' ear. The young Trojan shivered and pressed himself to Achilles' warm body.
Achilles kissed Paris' neck and nipped it playfully. He nuzzled the shoulders and licked a line along the delicate collarbone. He delighted at Paris' soft moans, and he continued teasing the former prince's body.
Paris traced circles on Achilles' chest and teasingly squeezed a sensitive nipple. The warrior groaned quietly, and he picked Paris up in a fluid movement.
He carried the small man over to their bed and lay him down. He carefully lowered himself onto Paris' body. Paris rubbed his arousal over Achilles' and they both panted from the dual pleasure.
What followed was passionate, gentle lovemaking. Paris experienced the wonderful sensations that he hadn't known in years. He allowed himself to be dominated by Achilles, and loved the feeling.
Achilles had experienced sex from males, but it had never been this intense. He was filled with an overflowing sense of love for the creature moving below him.
Moans and sighs echoed in the tent that night, and louder yelps after they reached their climax together. Ecstasy as they had never known washed over their bodies and minds, and they lay entwined for some time.
They both murmured their love for eachother over and over, as if they were afraid they would vanish from their arms. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies.
"Don't ever leave me, Paris. Please don't ever leave me." Achilles whispered into Paris' smooth neck.
"Never, my sweet Achilles. I shall be with you until the day we die." Paris promised, and kissed Achilles' forehead. The tenderness Achilles had showed during their love making had surprised him, and now he was more than willing to always be on the receiving end. A peculiar feeling washed through him.
Protectiveness. He felt protective of this beautiful, powerful warrior that was thought to be immortal. He had a vulnerable side that he had not let anyone see except for Patroclus and Paris. The need to protect him was as natural as wanting to protect Helen.
Helen.....Paris felt upset and guilty whenever he thought about her. Was she safe? Was she worried for him?
He did love her. She had been intoxicating, clever and kind. She had accepted Paris' love after being in a loveless marriage with Menelaus.
But Paris' love for Helen was so different from his love for Achilles! Yes, it was the same feeling of protection and to cherish. Somehow, it was just different.
As he lay in Achilles' strong arms, Paris chose not to think of Helen. He nuzzled his lover's shoulder warmly.
They both felt a sense of love that they hadn't experienced for so long.
It would have been perfect......
Agamemnon's features contorted in anger and disgust when the cries of ecstasy faded and silence fell.
He had been outside of the tent for a few minutes, as he had been tipped off by a surly looking warrior earlier. Didn't really even know his name.....
Paris.....the Trojan whore had been in this camp for a year, without his knowing! Why hadn't his men told him?
This evidence told him very important information; that many of his men weren't loyal to him and that Achilles had committed treason. The penalty for this height of treachery was death.
Agamemnon would enjoy breaking the high and mighty warrior Achilles by slowly torturing Paris for his deeds.....
Yes......Agamemnon smiled evilly, as he contemplated the former prince's punishment.....
Cliffy! I shan't write more if you don't review!!
The big sex scene.......but I'll try to keep it down so I won't get booted off....
Days passed after the sensual encounter between the men. It was clear they wanted to be intimate, but both were waiting to be sure that their feelings were love.
Achilles knew that he was in love with the former prince. He wanted to cherish him and hold him. He wanted to call him his beloved instead of his friend. He wanted to kiss him and make sweet love to him during the lonely nights.
He was a Trojan, though! It would be setting himself and Paris up for death.
But why hadn't Paris been killed already?
Sheer luck. Luck that the men weren't loyal to Agamemnon, and that Paris hardly went outside during the day.
But what if they did find out? Achilles shuddered and felt sick at the thought, but it was never completely out of his thoughts. If it had to happen, it would. Achilles would rather have Paris know he loved him if he died.
Currently Paris was out getting water. It was just past dusk and the land was covered in a dark blue fog.
Achilles wanted this. He wanted to have someone love him. He missed the sexual intimacy as well as the trust and support from a lover.
Within moments Paris entered, carrying a large basin of water. His curls were slightly tousled from the breeze, and a light flush stained his fine cheekbones. The simple, flowing fabric of the robe he wore set off his slim, curvy figure.
It was enough to make Achilles lose his mind, really. The beauty of the man in front of him made him feel hot and flustered, but he tried to hide it.
Paris laid the basin down, and turned to the man, who was standing, looking awkward.
Paris walked slowly toward the warrior. He studied the heavy breathing, and the blush that covered his cheeks.
They were eye to eye. Brown set on blue. Achilles desperately wanted to grab Paris into his arms, but he felt frightened to lay a hand on him. It was peculiar, especially since the events of the other night, but this was..... different.
"You can touch me, Achilles," Paris whispered softly.
Achilles nodded slowly, and he brought his hands on Paris' elegant shoulders. He began to undo the clasps that held the robe together. The length of silky fabric fell to the ground.
Achilles nearly moaned at the beautiful, shapely body in front of him, and how blessed he was to be allowed to view it. He wrapped his arms around Paris and pulled him close. The former prince's bronze skin felt like silk.
With one arm still around his love, Achilles began to remove his own robe. When he was naked also, he pulled Paris in for a fiery kiss. Once again their tongues engaged in an ancient dance.
Achilles caressed the satiny skin of Paris' back and moaned, "I want you."
Paris whimpered and nodded. "I love you, Achilles. I give myself to you."
Achilles felt blessed to have such a beautiful thing as Paris' love, and returned the affection. "I love you as well. Trust yourself to me," he whispered sensually, and licked and teased Paris' ear. The young Trojan shivered and pressed himself to Achilles' warm body.
Achilles kissed Paris' neck and nipped it playfully. He nuzzled the shoulders and licked a line along the delicate collarbone. He delighted at Paris' soft moans, and he continued teasing the former prince's body.
Paris traced circles on Achilles' chest and teasingly squeezed a sensitive nipple. The warrior groaned quietly, and he picked Paris up in a fluid movement.
He carried the small man over to their bed and lay him down. He carefully lowered himself onto Paris' body. Paris rubbed his arousal over Achilles' and they both panted from the dual pleasure.
What followed was passionate, gentle lovemaking. Paris experienced the wonderful sensations that he hadn't known in years. He allowed himself to be dominated by Achilles, and loved the feeling.
Achilles had experienced sex from males, but it had never been this intense. He was filled with an overflowing sense of love for the creature moving below him.
Moans and sighs echoed in the tent that night, and louder yelps after they reached their climax together. Ecstasy as they had never known washed over their bodies and minds, and they lay entwined for some time.
They both murmured their love for eachother over and over, as if they were afraid they would vanish from their arms. A light sheen of sweat covered their bodies.
"Don't ever leave me, Paris. Please don't ever leave me." Achilles whispered into Paris' smooth neck.
"Never, my sweet Achilles. I shall be with you until the day we die." Paris promised, and kissed Achilles' forehead. The tenderness Achilles had showed during their love making had surprised him, and now he was more than willing to always be on the receiving end. A peculiar feeling washed through him.
Protectiveness. He felt protective of this beautiful, powerful warrior that was thought to be immortal. He had a vulnerable side that he had not let anyone see except for Patroclus and Paris. The need to protect him was as natural as wanting to protect Helen.
Helen.....Paris felt upset and guilty whenever he thought about her. Was she safe? Was she worried for him?
He did love her. She had been intoxicating, clever and kind. She had accepted Paris' love after being in a loveless marriage with Menelaus.
But Paris' love for Helen was so different from his love for Achilles! Yes, it was the same feeling of protection and to cherish. Somehow, it was just different.
As he lay in Achilles' strong arms, Paris chose not to think of Helen. He nuzzled his lover's shoulder warmly.
They both felt a sense of love that they hadn't experienced for so long.
It would have been perfect......
Agamemnon's features contorted in anger and disgust when the cries of ecstasy faded and silence fell.
He had been outside of the tent for a few minutes, as he had been tipped off by a surly looking warrior earlier. Didn't really even know his name.....
Paris.....the Trojan whore had been in this camp for a year, without his knowing! Why hadn't his men told him?
This evidence told him very important information; that many of his men weren't loyal to him and that Achilles had committed treason. The penalty for this height of treachery was death.
Agamemnon would enjoy breaking the high and mighty warrior Achilles by slowly torturing Paris for his deeds.....
Yes......Agamemnon smiled evilly, as he contemplated the former prince's punishment.....
Cliffy! I shan't write more if you don't review!!