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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 3 – A meeting of heroes

Beautiful. Achilles
could not find another word to describe the prince of Troy that now
stood before him, causing flames of lust to arise in his body. Those
who called Paris the fairer of the two princes had to have been blind
fools for the younger son of Priam possessed none of the qualities
his elder had.

Where Paris had looked
soft and fragile in his lush robes Hector's body was composed of hard
muscle and sharp angles, the body of a true warrior. His features
held none of the boyish innocence the other possessed but rather
expressed a sharp wariness, his eyes following every twitch of
Achilles' body as he too seized his opponent up.

And Hector had truly
seized Achilles up in his first few looks, but he had quickly gotten
lost in the way the moonlight reflected on the Greek's golden hair as
if strands of gold had been spun into it by the Gods themselves.

Lost in his admiring
Hector's tongue peaked out to wet his suddenly dry lips, the movement
in turn capturing Achilles' attention. So long since he had last felt
the body of an equal against his own, a pleasure no woman in the
world could ever bring. Entranced Achilles took a step closer but his
sudden movement was what finally broke the spell, shaking the Trojan
prince out of his staring.

Angry at himself for
letting his guard down while facing a man who had been an enemy not
even a day ago, Hector strode towards the
middle of the town square, expecting Achilles to do the same. He
wasn't disappointed.

And so they stood face
to face, not close enough for each other to touch, but still close
enough for each of them to see the moon reflected in the other's
eyes, filling them with a magical sparkle. Both of them were prepared
for the waves of desire this time, quickly pushing them down.

Being the first to
trust his voice again Achilles spoke: “So, you are Hector,
tamer of horses. Too bad that we can not meet each other in battle to
truly test, who is the better fighter of the two of us. I had been
looking forward to it when I was first told of the coming war.”
A small grin spreading over his features Achilles continued: “But
having heard of your brother's great conquest, maybe I should have
looked for a battle with him instead.”

The sarcasm and
challenge was practically dripping from Achilles' voice and Hector
felt the anger he had gotten under control just before he left his
chambers rise again. True, he hadn't agreed with his brother's taking
of Helen and saw it as a honor-less act,
but Paris was still his brother.

“Be careful
who you insult, Greek. You should not forget that you are here on our
hospitality. If we had wanted to our archers could have easily killed
you and your men.” It was a less than friendly speech, but at
the moment Hector had no mind to keep to the rules of political
schemes and diplomatic alliances. He wasn't
a king and neither was Achilles. Both of them were warriors waiting
for a battle, kindling the spirit of fighting just a little.

A laugh escaped
Achilles' throat as he listened to the dark-haired prince, but his
face quickly shaped into menacing
seriousness again. “And if we were not here, would you have the
men to defend your precious city?”

“Troy has never been taken,
neither by the Greek nor by anyone else. We have never needed the
help of arrogant Greeks to win us our
battles.” Anger was filling Hector's voice, completely drowning
out the small flicker of lust that still burned in his body. “Our
warrior are more than a match for the Greek armies.”

“Such confidence, prince.”
Achilles inwardly smiled, a plan forming in his mind. “If you
are so sure of your men's abilities, maybe you could test them
against my Myrmidons.” Almost as an afterthought
he added: “That would also give them an expample of the
fighting style that is common in the Greek armies.”

Even though he had the slight
feeling that the renowned warrior was deliberately goading him to get
him to agree Hector couldn't help the words that slipped from his
mouth, anger still coursing through his system. “I will,
Achilles.” Turning around and going back the way he had come
Hector didn't see the smirk spread over Achilles' features. It seemed
like all the time he had spend with Odysseus, talking about scheming
and plans hadn't been wasted at all. He would get his chance at
testing his strength against the beautiful Trojan.

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The sound of clashing swords echoed through the training court as
Hector arrived, followed by his best and most trusted warriors. The
Myrmidons were already engaged in training fights with each other,
their movements skilled and smooth. Hector had to admit that the
Greek warriors knew what they were doing, but he had absolute faith
in his men.

The only one he was unable to spot was Achilles himself so Hector
sat down in the shade of a large column,
ordering his men to train together with the Myrmidons while he waited
for Achilles' arrival. They did as they had been told and the Trojan
prince watched in horrified fascination as the Greek warriors easily
bested his own men in skill and speed.

It rankled his ego greatly to see that Achilles had been right and
his best soldiers really were no match for Achilles' troops,
but he could have lived with that. He really could have, if there
hadn't been the mocking arrogant voice
coming from behind him. “So, prince Hector. Are you prepared
for the battle you agreed to or are you scared that you will fare no
better than your men?”

He knew that Achilles meant to rile him
up, to raise his anger and yet he couldn't help the venomous words
that spilled from his lips. “You are obviously prone to
talking. I think it is time that you prove your sword to be as sharp
as your tongue.”

With these words Hector got up from the ground, picking up his
sword and shield and striding towards the center of the training
court. Turning around he was mesmerized by the glow of the sun
reflected off Achilles' armor, but he quickly shook the though from
his mind. He needed his complete focus now.

Circling around each other the two warriors moved through the
court yard, their eyes never leaving each other's faces, completely
oblivious to the eery quiet that had fallen around them. The
Myrmidons and Trojans had stopped their own training, fascinated by
the two proud lions moving in their midst, each waiting for the
opportune moment to strike.

As if a whistle had sounded both
suddenly moved into action, Achilles' sword
aiming for a well-placed hit and being effortlessly blocked by the
Trojan's shield. Unable to keep from taunting Hector further Achilles
commented: “Not bad, Prince. You have already lasted longer
than most.”

Trying his best to ignore his rising temper Hector launched an
attack of his own, metal clashing upon metal as he hit Achilles'
shield. Quick and deadly accurate they moved, trying to find even the
tiniest breach in the other's defense. They didn't try to strike
with the intension to kill or draw blood, but each of them was at
least keen on winning and leaving the other a sore loser.

Unnoticed by the two fighters the court yard had filled, their
battle drawing the attention of everybody who could risk to neglect
his work for a moment or two. The Myrmidons were cheering on Achilles
while the Trojans shouted their support to Hector, but as far as the
two warriors were concerned it could have been completely silent
around them.

They saw or heard nothing except for
each other, their swords and shields colliding in a flurry of rapid
movements. Hector found himself breathing quite harshly, the
straining exertion taking it's toll, but Achilles was similarly
affected, his breathing coming in heavy pants too.

But even while he had to block another of Hector's attacks
Achilles found a second to admire the other man, to see the sweat
slicking his body and making in gleam in the midday sun. Finally an
opponent who was worthy to fight with him.

Launching another attack Achilles found himself face to face with
Hector, their swords interlocked between them. Now it wasn't a battle
of techniques anymore but rather a clashing of brute strength and
Achilles suddenly found himself confident that he would win. Putting
even more of his weight into his sword Achilles hoped to force the
Trojan Prince backwards, but he only
succeeded in bringing their faces closer
together. Almost close enough to kiss.

The air between them was suddenly charged with more than just the
heat of battle and even while he didn't relent the force with which
he was holding back Achilles' assault Hector found his eyes drawn to
the pearls of sweat gathered on the hero's forehead, the desire to
lick them away slamming into him with unexpected force.

To those standing around them it looked like they were merely
engaged in an especially fierce battle of wills, but the moment their
eyes locked neither of them could pretend that it was solely the
desire for victory burning within.
Unconsciously leaning closer Hector would
have probably pressed his lips against Achilles' own, but the sudden
shout of his name brought him back to the reality of their fight.

Putting all of his weight into a last shove Hector managed to
force Achilles, who had been slightly distracted, away from his body
before straightening and turning his attention to where his wife
stood.

TBC...
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