Title: Tomorrow
Description: This takes place the night before Patroclus goes out in Achillies' armor to scare the Trojans back past the boats.
Category: Romance
Other Category(s): Angst
Parings: Patroclus/Achilles
Warnings: Slash, character death
Disclaimer: I only own a few people, but the government has forbidden me to speak of them. Pactroclus and Achilles belong to Homer… or who ever…
A/N: This is incest if you're going with the movie, but it you're going with mythology, it's not, and that's what I did.
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"What do you mean we're not going to fight tomorrow?" Patroclus cried out in a surge of rage. He backed away from the half-clad war hero in front of him
"Calm, love," Achilles said, no fire in his voice, "Agamemnon took Briseis, I refuse to fight for him."
"He took a slave girl," Patroclus said. "A slave girl! Do you not love me? Is it that you no longer care for me? Once you dreamed nightly that you and I were the only people on this earth, is it that you don't wish that anymore?"
"Of course I do, my love, my heart. It is a matter of pride."
"A matter of pride?" Patroclus repeated unbelievingly. "You would let your people fall because an old king hurt your pride!"
"I'm going to die in this battle, Patroclus," Achilles said, "I'd rather wait to do that. Now, come here." Achilles held out a hand, and Patroclus was quick to grab it, tears flooding his eyes.
"I do not want you do die, my strength," Patroclus said as he crawled into Achilles' lap. "I've no idea what I would do without you. No, I do, I would follow you in death and share your boat on the River Styx; I swear it!"
"No, my love," muttered Achilles as Patroclus began laying feather soft kisses on his jaw. "You will live on after I fall," he captured the older man's lips with his own, giving him a brief kiss before letting him get back to raining kisses on his face.
"What if the Greeks should fail," Patroclus whispered, running his fingers through his lover's hair and moving so he was sitting to better face Achilles. "what if they let the Trojans through and we get attacked?"
"I should defend you as always, my heart," Patroclus grabbed Achilles' chin and tilted his head up slightly and caught his lips in a tender kiss. "I should make sure you would not die in a fight that doesn't involve you."
Patroclus trailed his hands up and down Achilles' arms. "Now, my precious love, my wonder, my heart, let us have a night together, should the reeks fall. I wish not to have the chance of going on without you." Achilles sucked in a breath, then began to kiss Patroclus' neck softly.
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The next morn found Achilles, great battle hero loved by Ares, on his knees, sobbing uncontrollably in anger and loss.
"My love," he cried, "my tender, soft, wonderful love. My heart." He placed kisses on Patroclus' bloody face. "COWARDS!" he yelled in the direction of Mt. Olympus, his eyes turned skyward. "You cowards! He did nothing wrong, I should've died! My love," he cried out again, his voice breaking on a sob and a cough. He picked up the body of his late love and brought him to the water's edge. He ripped off his shirt with no effort and dipped it in the water of the bank of Troy.
Achilles cleaned the blood off of his love's chin and lips from where he had thrown it up. As he laid his head on Patroclus' chest and draped his legs over his lover's he wondered if Patroclus had suffered. Right after he finished his thought, he decided that it didn't matter; even if his young love hadn't, Hector most defiantly would.