What done is done, but you can change it
by whenineternal
Disclaimer: I don`t own any of the carachters, they belong to history and the picture I have of them belong to the actors who portrayed them in the 2004 movie Troy.
A/N sorry it has been so long but a very big day has just past and it took a lot of my time but I promised a long chapter and even though I know this isn`t so long... I hope that a little something can make up for it!!
Chapter 3
Hector paced the length of his chamber again, like he had been doing for the last half an hour.
The sun had set and a servant had been there earlier to light the lamps that now sent a orange glow to the ceiling.
He hadn`t dared go back to Patroclus room, in fright of what might happen if he did. It was not appropriate, what he was feeling and it certainley wouldn`t end good. `He will leave once he is healed, it will just cause pain´ he thought and was surprised by himself that the thought of the boy leaving was what concerned him the most.
"Hector, my love what are you doing?" the soft voice of his wife came from the doorway and the prince stopped his pacing immediatly, looking a little guilty when he turned to look at Andromache.
He beckoned for her to come inside and walked to the bed where he sat down. But even though he was sitting he kept fidgeting, wringing his hands and tapping his feet. Andromache had to take his hands in her small delicate one and put the other on his knee to stop him.
"Hector, you have been restless since the moment you came back from battle this day, did something happen?" she kept her voice gentle, almost as if she was talking to their son, as she questioned him.
"No, Andromache nothing happened that needs to be said. I need just to take a walk" Hector left before his wife could say anything and closed the door perhaps with a little to much force, behind him.
Hector wandered the halls aimlessly for a time before he found himself, once again, staring at the dark wood of the door leading to Patroclus' chamber. He debated with himself whether or not to enter. His hand slowly reached for the handle and wrapped his fingers around it.
He was about to push open the door when he lost courage and all but ran away from the door and what waited inside.
Patroclus had started to get bored now that he was on the way to get better. He was mad at the physicians that denied him the privelege of walking around in a not so closed space as his chamber, and thus denying him a taste of fresh air.
And it had been another day since Prince Hector was here last and he was beginning to think he had driven him away with his forwardness.
But that couldn`t be the reason, for the prince hadn`t exactly pushed him away. So Patroclus waited, the sky grew darker as the sun set on his fourth day since he had last seen the older man and the stillness of it all made Patroclus think he was slowly loosing his mind.
And there was also the longing in his heart, to see his cousin again. For the years he had been with Achilles he had only once been away from him for longer than he has now and that had been torture for him.
There was none he could love as much as he did Achilles and none to take his place.
But the things the crown prince of Troy was doing to him made him think, and it frightened him. The thought of ever loving someone more than Achilles, someone taking his cousins place in his heart made him afraid.
He knew deep down that it was foolish thinking, that Achilles' place within him was something no one could rob from him. He had enough room in his heart for more than Achilles, but if his cousin would like it, that was a completley different matter.
Patroclus sigh as the little spark of irritation and anger that had been growing in him since he woke up, grab hold of him and the need to rebel become almost too great.
He look around the room while drawing his breath in again and holding it for a moment before letting it out in a puff.
If he didn`t get out of the room he had been enclosed in for not only his concious, but also unconcious time, even though he wasn`t very lucid at that time, was starting to suffocate him. The thick stone walls he was so unfamiliar with made him feel so out of place, and he was.
In Troy there was no room for boys like him, no greek was welcomed. Yet, he had been brought here, to be healed, and that still nagged at his mind because he didn`t completley believe Prince Hector when he told him the reason behind his actions.
If he met anyone, he wouldn`t be able to outrun them. But he had always been a quiet and sneaky person, the first only when he had too but that`s out of the point.
He could probably hide easily in the shadows if he should come upon anyone.
With a decision in mind and a firm set to his mouth, Patroclus walk to the door and open it with slow and precise movements, keeping it from making any noice when it is moved in it`s hinges. He look up and down the stone hallway, narrowing his eyes to squint into the shadows.
He sees no one but is catious still as he steps into the hallway and close the door behind him with no more sound than when he opened it.
He is stil hurting from his wound but that doesnt stop him from jogging some of the way until he find a garden.
As he takes a deep breath of the fresh air, he shrug of the worries that someone is going to find him out there and take him back to his chambers, if not something worse. Patroclus closes his eyes to the bright light from Apollo`s chariot and spreads his arms to the sides.
The beautiful morning is getting to him like flowers to the bees, and he lays down on his back on the patch of grass he was standing on.
Patroclus lost track of time while basking in the suns glow, and forgot that the physician would be making a visit to his chamber to check up on him and was therefor unprepared when a deep beautiful voice followed the shadow of a person.
"There you are, we have been looking all over the palace for you".
Patroclus opened his eyes and they widened to a comical size when he saw Prince Hector standing over him. He scrambled to sit up and stand, but the fast movements sent a wave of pain through his lower abdomen. He fell backwards and was ready for his head to hit the soft ground with a thomp, but again as they had done before, arms enclosed around his shoulders and kept him steady.
Patroclus lifted his head and looked into the dark pools of Prince Hectors eyes. It was an impuls and Patroclus yelled at himself for doing it the moment he did it, but he pushed his lips hard against the prince`s and kept them there.
He could feel the shock in the tensing of the arms that was holding him and was ready to pull away and out of the strong embrace of Prince Hector when a slight movement sent tingles through his lips.
His whole face went slack when the slightly chapped lips of the prince started to put gentle pressure on his own softer ones and it was his turn to be unresponsive.
He jumped a little when one hand was moved from his shoulders, up his neck to cup the right side of his face.
The large hand covered his cheek and all the way to his ear, and Patroclus moaned as the coarse fingers slid over his earlobe.
If he wasn`t hot already from the heat of the sun, he certainly was now. Only the way Prince Hector`s left hand was slowly massaging his shoulder was enough to drive him crazy. The stroking of his cheek and the still gentle pressure of lips on his, made him almost melt inside.
A fleeting thought, wondering if this was love, swept through Patroclus head, but was forgotten at the feel of a tounge slipping into his slightly open mouth.
It made him react more profoundly(A/N can I say that?), and he raised his arms, that had up until now laid limp in his lap, to wrap them around Prince Hector`s neck and pull him in tighter. He drew a quiet, rumbling moan, all the way from the prince`s chest, when he touched the tip of his tounge to the one that was roaming his mouth and a small smile pushed the corner of his mouth up.
Even though his lungs are burning for air, he just can`t seem to tear himself away from the delicious heat that has built between them.
In the end Prince Hector is the one to pull away from the kiss and they both draw in the much needed breath to get their lungs working again and their heads to stop spinning.
A long minute pass between them without anyone of them daring to speak, in fright that it may ruin the wonderful peace that has finally settled around them.
In the aftermath of the kiss, Patroclus wonders that if he had known that it had been that easy all the time, he should have and he would, have done something sooner.
A/N hope it wasn`t too terrible, I didn`t quite like the end myself but... and I am so sorry it`s so short but it`s time for exams and I`m just really stressed out right now...ugh hate school!!
Well anyway, hehe hope you liked it=D