The Pain of Paris | By : Agarwaenloth Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 7179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Title : The Pain of Paris
Author : Agarwaenloth (agarwaenloth@y...)
Rating : NC-17
Warnings : Slash, Incest, AU, Non-consensual
Archive : If you want it, just inform me of it and make sure my name
is on it.
Summary : Completely movie-base. There is no Helen. When the Trojan
Princes go to Sparta to arrange peace, the Spartan King decides that
his hospitality must be repaid, by the younger prince. Thus, the
Trojan War will commence, my way.
Disclaimer : I wish I owned this, but I don't.
The Pain of Paris
Chapter 1
Paris skinned crawled as he felt the eyes of Menelaus raking over his body. He couldn’t take much more of it. They had just arrived to the Spartan palace, and Paris knew that their stay would be one that he most definitely would not enjoy. He tried to focus on what Hector was saying, but he just couldn’t. All he could think about were those eyes, drinking him in, telling him that they would own him.
“My Lord Menelaus, if you would be so kind, my brother and I are tired from our long voyage. We would welcome a small respite,” Hector stated, not failing to notice the way the king was looking at his brother. The look made his blood boil.
“Of course,” Menelaus gestured toward a servant. “This man will lead you to your quarters.” He leaned closer to the servant and whispered so that no one else could hear, “Make sure the younger prince is placed near my quarters and put the eldest on the other end of the wing.”
The servant bowed and motioned for the two princes to follow him. He led them to Hector’s rooms first.
“These will be your quarters, Prince Hector,” the servant said with a bowed head.
“Very well,” Hector stated, and with one last look to Paris, walked in.
The servant guided Paris through a few more halls and finally stopped at a door quite a distance from the one where he had left Hector.
“And these will by your rooms, Prince Paris.”
“Why are they so far away from Hector’s?” Paris asked.
The servant looked a little hesitant, but reluctantly answered, “I do not know, my Lord. I only do what my king has commanded.” He hastily bowed and left.
He stepped into the room with trepidation. His mind recalled the words of the servant and the hungry look in Menelaus’ eyes, and he knew exactly why he had been placed so far from Hector. Positive he could find his way back to Hector’s rooms, he spun around and nearly ran into a solid body standing in his way. He looked up with fearful eyes and saw the imposing figure of King Menelaus. He took an unconscious step back.
Menelaus chuckled. The boy was afraid, which would make it all the more sweet for him. He firmly shut the door behind him and latched it.
“You know, my dear prince, I have heard tales of your beauty, but they do not do you justice. I must admit that seeing you was one of the reasons for which I called for these peace meetings. I, for one, hope that these talks do not go sour. Of course, there is one way you could assure that they go for the best.” Here, the Spartan King smiled evilly. “I’m sure you want to ensure peace for your country, do you not? As I’m sure you want your brother to remain safe during your stay here. You would do anything to keep your brother and your country safe, would you not?”
Gathering his courage, Paris looked Menelaus straight in the eye. “What do you want from me?”
“Why don’t I show you?” Menelaus said in a deceivingly pleasant sort of voice. Before Paris could act, the Spartan King had grabbed him and forcefully dragged him into the bedroom, throwing him on the bed. Menelaus quickly disposed of the Trojan Prince’s armor and disrobed himself. He pinned Paris roughly to the bed on his stomach and brought his throbbing erection to the young man’s entrance.
Tears slipped down the cheeks of Paris as he felt Menelaus’ hardness at his opening. He cried out as Menelaus pushed through the tight ring of muscles. He sobbed as Menelaus rutsly sly thrust in and out of him. When Menelaus’ hot seed shot into him, he could take it no longer and fell into blissful unconsciousness.
On his way out, Menelaus caught a servant as he went by. “You, boy, at dinner, you will come in and offer the apologies of Prince Paris, saying that he informed you that he was unwell. You are to make it seem like the order came from him, understand?”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Good.”
tbc
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