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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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After almost two months
of living for nothing but university I'm finally on break and able to
write once again. Before I get to the next chapter I want to say huge
thanks to Jackie_Boi, Tier and lonelylady4ever for the wonderfully
encouraging praise I received. I wish that I wouldn't have had to
make you wait this long, but it just couldn't be helped.

Chapter 10 – Morning battles

The sun was still a
long way from finally rising as Achilles slowly woke up, his body
curled tightly around Hector's back. The Trojan prince was fast
asleep, his chest rising and falling calmly as soft puffs of air
escaped his mouth. Achilles had found the other man beautiful before,
but at that moment with the moon's light illuminating his regal
features he looked like someone even the Gods might envy.

Knowing that the other
man was still asleep Achilles allowed himself the luxury to finally
admire Hector's form, letting his eyes trail over the perfect body
that was resting beside him, covered only by a thin bed sheet that
reached up to his hips.

Now that he held the
warm body of his lover in his arms the Greek couldn't help but wonder
if his mother had foreseen this, if she had known the deep warmth
that spread through his whole being as he carefully carded his
fingers through Hector's thick locks.

His hands stilled as
the Trojan started to move, obviously coming out of his deep sleep.
Trying to stay as still as possible Achilles waited for the other man
to quieten down again, not yet willing to give up the comfort he
enjoyed at the moment. He liked the feel of the strong warrior in his
arms, so like him in so many ways and still completely different.

It was a pleasure he
hadn't allowed himself in far too long, partaking only in what women
offered him because he didn't want to put one of his Myrmidons above
the others by making him his lover. Not that Hector had yet become
his lover in the truest sense of the word, their peace far too
fragile to be called anything other than a momentary truce.

A soft sight escaped
his mouth as he let his fingers stroke over the smooth skin of
Hector's cheek, letting them trail downwards along the elegantly
curved neck and over a strongly muscled chest. Finding a nipple he
started playing with the little nub, pinching and rubbing it between
his fingers until it slowly hardened under his careful ministrations.

His other hand wriggled
around Hector's body, sliding over the flat, hard planes of his
stomach and playfully circling the Trojan's belly button. Following
the small trail of hairs Achilles' hand dived lower, sliding in the
direction of Hector's cock. Before he reached his final destination
he took a short detour along the sharp curve of a hipbone, the touch
to obviously sensitive skin causing the other man to twitch away from
his questing fingers.

Redirection his
attention to Hector's cock he slid his hand along the slowly
hardening organ, circling the crown with his thumb and gathering the
pre-cum that started to appear there. Watching his moving hands over
the Trojan's shoulder Achilles allowed the lust to well up in his
body, the urge to once again possess the other man growing steadily.

A moan escaped from
Hector's lips, fire raging through his body with mounting intensity
as he slowly awoke from his sleep. Pleasure more intense than any
dream spread from his cock, urging him to arch his hips backwards and
rub himself against the body resting behind him. Lust and Sleep hazed
his mind, but even in his half-awake state he could tell that the
sensation didn't stem from his wife's delicate hands.

They were too rough,
hardened by wielding a heavy sword, the callouses that covered the
skin providing an additional friction that sent ripples of sensation
through his body as they slid over his straining cock. Never
faltering in their rhythm they drew him closer to his relief, the
touch somewhat familiar and yet nothing he regularly felt.

Achilles.

The memories of the
previous night returned instantly, sending a fresh wave of arousal
crashing through his body as they shook him out of his sleepy daze.

He hadn't behaved like
himself the other night. He should have spend it next to his wife,
reassuring her and resting before the fight that was sure to begin as
soon as the sun rose over the horizon. Instead he had allowed himself
to be weak and succumbed to Achilles' seduction, the anger he had
harbored for the Greek momentarily overshadowed by his lust. Now that
he was awake and his mind unclouded by desire Hector felt the old
resentment at the other's arrogant behavior well up again.

Achilles' hands had already
stilled the moment Hector had tensed and now the Greek made no move
to keep the other man from getting away from him. Sitting up at the
edge of the bed Hector tried to ignore Achilles' intense stare that
slid over his naked form, caressing him with imagined touches, while
he busied himself with picking his clothes up from the ground.

Still trying to avoid the blond hero Hector dressed himself,
trying to find the equilibrium that he usually woke up in. Lost in
his own thoughts he hadn't even noticed that Achilles had risen from
the bed, approaching him silently.

The Greek was getting increasingly annoyed at the prince's
behavior. He hadn't judged the other man as a coward, but now he was
acting like one. Unwilling to let Hector get away without a
confrontation he got up off the bed, his hand closing around the
Trojan's wrist before he had a chance to leave.

Their eyes met in a silent staring match, the anger they had set
aside in favor of lust returning fiercely. Achilles was the one to
break the silence, his voice cold and sharp as he spoke. “So
quick to go, prince?”

Hector was simply unable to ignore the challenge in the other
man's words, his anger rising at Achilles' returned arrogance. His
voice was sharper than he had originally intended as he answered the
Greek. “Why would I stay here? I have an army to lead and
unless you plan to once again take a command that doesn't belong to
you I should prepare for battle.”

Achilles recognized the provocation for what it was and yet he
couldn't and wouldn't let it rest. “It seemed that you were
quite willing to surrender your command to me last night.” It
was a blow that he know would hit home, a slightly triumphant smile
spreading over his face as his injured pride rejoiced.

Cringing on the inside Hector had trouble composing his face into
an expressionless mask, but he managed it, his pride just as strong
as that of Achilles. “We may have had a truce for the night,
but that doesn't change anything. We are allies because we need to
be, nothing more, nothing less.”

For a second Hector thought he saw real pain in the Greek's eyes,
but it was probably just insulted pride. Freeing his wrist from the
blond's slackened grip he turned away, heading in the direction of
his own chambers.

For a moment Achilles stood rooted in his spot before he came out
of his daze and sat down on the bed, an unexplainable and unexpected
pain shooting through his heart. Even though he knew that he wasn't
as close to Hector as he wished to be his heart had fallen victim to
Eros' spell.

And now as he had the truth shoved in his face it hurt, the first
time someone dared to reject his advances being exactly the one time
he truly cared. Most of his past lovers, male and female alike, had
been fleeting acquaintances, mattering for a few nights and loosing
his interest just as swiftly as they gained it. He had never bothered
to think about those he left behind, but now he couldn't help but
wonder if some of them had felt the pain he now suffered from.

At the beginning of his pursuit of Hector it wouldn't have
mattered if the Trojan resented him the next morning as long as he
had had him the night before. His advances had been completely out of
pride, his need to have the strong prince submit to him the force
that drove him forward.

But sometime along the way his motives had changed, becoming less
about desire and more about simply being in the company of Hector, of
being able to touch the the other man and have him by his side as a
friend and lover both.

When he had readied himself for the journey to Troy Achilles had
thought about his mother's words, his focus not on the promise of a
reward, but rather on the fame and greatness that he would achieve.
The reward had in his imagination merely been a pleasant woman that he had pictured by
his side, while his name was hailed in the moment of victory, a nice
asset to the spoils of war, but neither meaningful nor strong.

Now that he looked out of his window and watched the sky slowly
light up with the red glow of the rising sun he could see that that
it wouldn't be this way, that he could never be satisfied with a mere
woman as his prize and partner.

It was the Trojan prince he wanted and if he had to fight for the
other man's affection, so be it. Fame wasn't won by idly sitting
around and the same obviously applied to love, but he was a warrior
after all and defeat had never been something he considered. Rising
from the bed Achilles fetched his golden armor, striding out of his
chambers with renewed determination.

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The sun had barely risen over the horizon, but the Trojan army was
ready for battle, waiting before the gates of Troy and expecting
their opponents to appear any minute. Amongst them Hector sat on his
horse, his proud figure rising over the heads of the foot soldiers,
his face displaying calm confidence.

But as calm as he may have looked outside, his insides were
swirling with emotion, memories of the previous night constantly
flashing before his inner eye. In all the years he commanded the
Trojan army Hector couldn't remember ever having been distracted like
this before a battle.

His eyes wandered over the troops gathered around him, instantly
drawn to the single golden armor that stood out amongst the sea of
dull metal. Achilles shone in the bright sunlight, his blond hair
almost the same color as his armor, a godlike presence amongst
ordinary mortals.

At least that was the way he appeared to Hector, desire shooting
through the Trojan's body as he remembered the way the other man
looked beneath his golden protection, smooth bronze skin stretched
over strong, perfect muscles.

The sudden rising of shouts ripped him out of his trance,
directing his gaze to the clouds of dust that had started to appear
at the horizon, announcing their approaching enemies. He never looked
forward to a battle because he always grieved for the loss of his
countrymen, but for once Hector was grateful for the distraction it
offered him, for the opportunity to clear his mind of Achilles. For a
last fleeting moment he let his eyes wander back to the Greek warrior
before he turned towards the walls, where his family stood.

Paris was leaning on the wall, his expression betraying no regret
for the fact that their father had ordered him to stay in the city as
he gazed into the distance. Helen stood next to him, her hand resting
on his arm as she let her eyes sweep over the Trojan troops. Hector
knew that his father was present too, sitting on his throne and
waiting for the battle to begin. The Trojan was about to turn away
again, when his wife finally stepped up to the front, their little
son held securely in her arms.

Raising his hand in a silent greeting Hector managed to make a
fleeting smile appear on her face, but it was quickly swallowed by a
worried frown. Andromache always worried so much before a battle, her
weary face telling of a night without sleep, a sleepless night he
could have prevented if he had been there to reassure her.

Forcing the guilt that suddenly crept up to him to the farthest
recesses of his mind Hector turned back towards the horizon. There
was no time for such weak emotions now that their enemies were
rapidly approaching the city.

Squaring his shoulders the Trojan felt calm descend on him,
everything that had nothing to do with battle vanishing from his mind
as he motioned for the archers to await his command. And as soon as
the Greek troops were close enough to the city and a storm of arrows
descended on them Hector gave the order to attack, victory the only
thing on his mind.

TBC...
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