A/N: Ok thank you to all who reviewed. I honestly doubted that I'd get the reviews that I wanted but, hey, I did! So thank you again.

Just a couple of shout-outs:

Amester: Thank you, I'm glad that you think it's a lovely chapter. I'll continue to update as much as I can!

Shariena: Thank you, I'm happy that you think it's a good chapter. I was a little worried about it actually. "there is one thing... I´m wondering how the Trojans react to not only the Myrmidons but "Briseis and Achilleus" as a couple..." That just gave me a good idea. This is the type of thing that I really want in reviews. People telling me what they would like to see. If they have any concerns. I WANNA KNOW.

Ok, just a little warning. This story from this chapter on is rated M for reasons that will quickly become apparent as you read this chapter. However, please don't let that put you off reading this story.

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Enjoy!

A Change Of Alliances

Trojan citizens gasped when they saw the most feared group of warriors walk calmly down the streets of their beloved city. They were so shocked at the arrival of the Greeks that they failed to notice how their priestess and niece of the king was walking hand-in-hand with the fiercest of all the Greek warriors.

Achilles looked around him. The city of Troy truly was magnificent. There were stone and clay houses lining both sides of the street. In front of them, above the city, was the palace.

Achilles followed Briseis through the streets, admiring the beauty of the place. Every time Achilles stopped to look at something, Briseis kept pulling at his arm until he moved.

"Where are you taking me?" Achilles asked when he realised that his Myrmidons were no longer behind them, or anywhere to be seen.

"Some where," came Briseis' secretive reply. Achilles panicked for a second, then realised that his distrust of her was stupid.

"Some where safe I hope," Achilles muttered quietly, but, Briseis still heard.

"I should have your head for that," Briseis laughed, slapping Achilles lightly on the arm.

After five solid minutes of walking, Briseis stopped Achilles and covered his eyes with her hands.

"Trust me," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Achilles sucked in a quick breath and blindly followed where Briseis led him.

"We're here," Briseis whispered. She removed her hands from his eyes, revealing to him a beautiful room, fit for a princess.

"Where are we?" Achilles asked, although deep down he knew the answer.

"My room," Briseis replied. She looked around herself nervously. She had never had a man other than her cousins or her uncle in her room.

Achilles laughed when he saw the look upon Briseis' face.

"What?" Briseis asked, "Do I have something on my face?" She self consciously brushed her hand over her face, brushing away invisible dirt.

"No, your face is perfect," Achilles replied, a cheeky grin on his face. Briseis blushed at his words.

Achilles walked slowly over to her, a grin on his lips. He placed his hands on her waist, drawing her closer to him. Briseis wrapped her arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

Everyone had heard of the great Achilles, of how he had slain men with his bare hands, of how he killed viciously and mercilessly. But, no one had actually met him, spent time with him, and got to know him. If they did, they would not find a rough man, not even a tough man, but, a soft and kind hearted man, hiding behind the image that people made of him. Yes, Achilles was a great warrior and had slain many men, but, every night he mourned for them, every night he was haunted by their faces.

Briseis brought Achilles' face down to hers for a soft and loving kiss. The moment their lips met, a fire was lit in her abdomen, that made her want more; need more, than just a simple kiss. She pushed her lips against his harder before he had the chance to pull away. Slowly she began to walk towards the bed, dragging a willing Achilles with her.

When her legs hit the edge of the bed, Briseis fell onto it, with Achilles on top of her. Her hands roamed down his back to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up over his muscled shoulders. Briseis diverted her attention from his lips to his cheek, then his jaw, then his shoulder.

Achilles moaned as her lips sucked and nibbled on his tanned skin. He slid his down her sides to the hem of her dress, sliding it up her long legs. When her dress joined his shirt on the floor, he began to devour her body.

While his lips sucked at her neck, his hands caressed her breasts, eliciting exquisite moans from Briseis. She hurriedly removed his tunic, longing to feel him inside her. Achilles could sense her need, and obliged.

He pushed into her carefully, caressing her breast with his tongue, his hands roaming over her stomach. Briseis moaned in ecstasy as he began to thrust in and out in a steady rhythm.

"Yes," she moaned. Achilles removed his hands from her body and grabbed her wrists, holding her arms above her head. Briseis looked at him questioningly, by thought nothing of the sudden movement as she was soon taken by a wave of pleasure.

Briseis wasn't an experienced lover like her cousin Paris, but, she did know how to please a man. Her time with Achilles had proven that. Achilles had taught her many things, shown her many things. He taught her to fight, and how to love. He showed her what it was like to not have to wait on someone, or have anyone wait on her. He showed her what it was like to be loved by someone.

In return, she had shown and taught him many things too. She had shown him how to sew, and how to heal wounds. She had taught him how to accept others and control his temper. She had also shown him that women were not objects used for pleasure, but beautiful creatures that needed love and affection.

Achilles thrust into her harder and faster than she had ever experienced, and she loved it. She wrapped her legs around his waist, making the movements easier. Briseis came with and almighty cry that the gods on Mount Olympus would've heard.

Suddenly the door burst open and Hector, Paris, and Priam stepped into the room. They all took three steps forward before freezing where they stood.

"What the…." Hector began. He stumbled back when he saw Achilles lying on top of Briseis, her legs wrapped around his waist, her hands held above her head with his. From where he was standing Hector could see everything (because the bed was side-on to the door) he could see the rise and fall of her breasts, to the curve of Achilles back as he remained held tightly inside her.

"What do you think you're doing?" Hector demanded. Briseis went to speak, but her voice was choked by tears.

"Don't cry," Achilles whispered, brushing a kiss to her cheek.

"I said…." Hector began.

"Yes, we all know what you said my son, I think we all just heard what we thought was a scream and came to see what was going on. It seems as though we were mistaken. I apologise for the interruption, I assure you it won't happen again," Priam interrupted his son. He turned to leave.

"Come Hector, Paris, we will leave the couple in peace," with that, he grabbed both his sons by the elbow and dragged them out. Paris went easier than Hector, who protested.

TO BE CONTINUED……

A/N: Ok, chapter four is up, how is it going?