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The Pain of Paris	By : Agarwaenloth Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 7179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: See Prologue.

A/N: I�m not even going to try to thank everybody by name. I love all of my reviewers! You are all my inspiration! Oh, and I apologize for Odysseus/Achilles part near the end. Their part in this fic will not be very big. I need them in just a little bit. It�s up to you how big their part becomes.

The Pain of Paris

Chapter 3

Hector stole quietly out of the Spartan Palace, having brought Paris to his own rooms and leaving him there asleep. Sneaking silently into the lodgings of his men, he gently roused his second-in-command.

�Prince Hector?� the man asked dazedly.

�Wake the men and prepare to leave within the hour,� Hector whispered.

�What of the peace talky Loy Lord?�

�There will be none.�

* * * * *

//He had him. There was no escape. He could feel the repulsive hands all over his body, ripping his clothes off and flipping him over to expose his backside. Terror welled within him.

�No! Please! Stop! Hector!�//

�Hector!� Paris awoke with a jolt, only to be engulfed by the warm embrace of his brother. He began to shake in the aftershock of the nightmare.

�Shh� You�re safe now. He won�t hurt you again,� the soothing sound of Hector�s voice came. �Come, we must go. Everything�s prepared. We are going home.�

Paris looked into the eyes of his lover and smiled truly for the first time. �Thank you, Hector, for everything.�

Hector dipped his head down and gently kissed his brother. �There is no need to thank me.�

* * * * *

The brothers had had no trouble slipping out of Sparta and sailing away to Troy. The voyage home was rather uneventful. They had finally made it to Troy and were riding toward the palace. Paris could find no joy in the fanfare that welcomed them home. All he could feel was anxiousness and dread. What would Priam say to them coming home early, basically heralding war? And what would he do when he finds out that he, Paris, was the one to blame? Sure, Hector had assured him that it was not his fault, would his father think the same?

Hector�s hand suddenly caught hold of his and gave it a gentle squeeze. �Do not worry. You know father loves you. He would not blame you for something in which you have no fault.�

* * * * *

�Agamemnon!� Menelaus greeted.

�Brother!� the king returned. �What brings you?�

�I wish you to rally the armies of Greece to march on Troy,� Menelaus stated.

Agamemnon smirked. �Excellent. You, of course, have a good cause that I would be able to tell the other kings?�

Menelaus grinned wickedly. �But of course, brother. The Trojan princes have brought insult to Sparta and myself, and in doing so, have also brought insult to you and all of Greece.�

�How, pray tell?�

�As you know,� Menelaus started. �I invited them to Sparta for negotiations of peace. While in my home, the youngest prince, Paris, showed absolutely no respect. And his brother Hector just allowed him to be as impertinent as he wished. Not only that, but having disregarded the peace talks entirely, left during the dead of night.�

�This is an outrage!� Agamemnon roared. �We will march upon them at once!� Leaning in toward his brother, he whispered so that only he could hear. �You will tell me what truly transpired later.�

�We will need Achilles, my brother.�

�Achilles does not listen to me.�

�There is one who he will to.�

* * * * *

Hector and Paris walked up the white stone steps toward the entrance of the palace, where they knew Priam would greet them.

�Hector, I do not wish to be the one to tell father what has happened.� Paris looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. �I don�t think I could even be in his presence when he is told. I know I should not ask it of you, I am sorry, but�� He looked to the ground in shame.

�It�s okay, love. I understand. There is no need to apologize.�

�Thank you,� Paris murmured.

Before either could say another word, they reached the entrance and were greeted by their father. �My sons! We were not expecting you so soon!� After embracing each of them in turn, he turned to Hector. �How did it go with Sparta?�

Hector looked at Paris, who, at the mention of Sparta, had looked down and appeared uncomfortable, to say the least. �Father, I must speak with you in private.�

Priam, not missing the look he had sent to his youngest son, nodded and led his eldest son into a secluded side room. �What has happened, my son?�

Hector sighed. �Menelaus apparently thought that since we were on his grounds, he was allowed certain �liberties.��

�This has something to do with Paris, does it not?� Priam asked worriedly.

Hector sighed again, amazed at his father�s intuition. �Yes. Menelaus had us placed on opposite ends of the wing, with Paris being closer to his own rooms. Unfortunately, I did not know this until it was too late. When Paris entered his rooms, Menelaus followed him. He� � Hector paused, hating the fact that he had not stopped this from happening.

�What?� Priam asked, half-knowing the answer and praying that he was wrong.

�He raped him.�

* * * * *

Odysseus watched his lover spar with his cousin. Achilles and Patroclus moved in tandem with each other, neither noticing their silent observer. Odysseus took quiet pleasure in watching the way Achilles� muscles rippled as he moved. He allowed a few more minutes to pass before making his presence known.

�Achilles!�

The two cousins immediately stopped their fight and looked at their intruder. Achilles smirked as he saw who it was.

�Odysseus!� he called. �Now what do you want!�

Odysseus raised his eyebrows innocently. �Can�t I ever come just to enjoy your company?�

�No.�

Odysseus stalked toward Achilles, seeing Patroclus slipping away out of the corner of his eye. �Smart boy.�

�What if I told you that I came just to do this?� he said before smashing their mouths together in passionate kiss.

When the parted for want of breath, Achilles smiled. �I�d ask what trick are you trying to pull now.�

Odysseus sighed. �Love, I really had planned to come just to do that, and a little more than that, but Agamemnon changed that.�

Achilles frowned. �It figures. Why do you listen to him? You have far more sense than that.�

�Maybe, but I�m in no position to disregard him as you do,� Odysseus pointed out.

�What does he want?�

�He wants you to go to war with him with Troy.�

Achilles cocked an eyebrow at that. �And what reason does he have to go to war with the Trojans?�

�According to him and his brother Menelaus, the Trojan princes gave great insult to them, Sparta, and all of Greece when Menelaus invited them to peace talks in Sparta, particularly the younger prince, Paris,� Odysseus said.

�And you believe this is true?� Achilles asked, dubious.

�I don�t know, but I must go to Troy, and it would mean a lot to me if you were to come as well,� Odysseus stated earnestly before joining their mouths in another heated kiss.

Achilles sighed. �Fine. I�ll go, but for you, not Agamemnon.�

�That�s all I ask.�

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A/N: I hope you liked it! I tried! Please don�t hurt me! Review! And if you want on the update list, let me know!
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