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Divine Inspiration	By : LuckyPanda13 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 5191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“I’m sleepy, Daddy.” Astyanax mumbled, his head tucked underneath Achilles’ chin.
“I know, son.” I didn’t bother to take my son from the Greek warrior as we walked through the halls of the Trojan palace. Shifting the boy around would just keep him from falling asleep. Menelaus upheld Agamemnon’s deal and withdrew his men back to the beach. After my victory, I had been enveloped by the Trojan leaders and begged to take the throne in my father’s stead. A ridiculous amount of political nonsense later, I had been whisked back to the palace to talk before the assembly and inform them of everything. I brought Odysseus with me so he could fill in all the gaps and Paris also spoke for the truth of our words. Achilles followed me, still carrying Astyanax around. No one said a word about the Greek warrior or his second, who also accompanied us through the halls.
“What are your orders, my king?” Sarpedon asked.
“I’m not king, yet.” I sighed. “But pass the word around that we will begin the peace talks after the coronation. The coronation will be in two days. Get Helen and my mother on arranging everything. All I want to have to do is show up. Tell everyone to relax tomorrow and embrace the restful peace.”
“Yes, my king.” Sarpedon smiled as I shot him a dirty look.
“I will inform the Greeks.” Odysseus offered.
“Thank you.” I replied. “Also, Sarpedon, if you would be so kind as to ensure room and board for Eudorus, I would be most grateful. Both he and Achilles are guests in our palace. Make certain no foolish guard or civilian attacks them.”
“Of course, my king.” Sarpedon bowed and led Eudorus and Odysseus away.
“I’m not king yet!” I called after my frustrating second. Weariness hit my bones as they disappeared out of sight. Almost unconsciously, I led Achilles, still holding the slumbering Astyanax, to my father’s rooms, rather than my rooms. Firstly, I didn’t want to see if they had cleaned the blood from the floor, and secondly, I didn’t want to put Astyanax through that. It was a different period of my life, and his life, so we needed to start fresh in the King’s suite. I opened the door and Achilles grinned at the extravagance that my father had indulged in.
“This doesn’t look like your style, Hector.” He pointed out, kicking the door shut.
“Because it’s not.” I replied.
“Where is the queen?” He asked.
“Mother has lived in a different suite for years. She didn’t much care for Father’s promiscuity. Or his concubines.” I explained, watching as Achilles deposited my sleeping son on the large bed, where the boy cuddled up with a pillow. I went to the water basin and grabbed a cloth to clean the dried blood from my skin. “Plus, all those who lived in this suite with my father were moved out when word of his death reached the palace. While we were playing politics in the assembly, the house staff were cleaning the room for me.” I finished cleaning myself and turned around to look at the Greek.
“Ah.” Achilles leaned against one of the posts of the four-poster bed and tilted his head. “I assume you’ve kidnapped me to your personal rooms for a reason?”
“Get in my bed.” I ordered, my voice a growl with how exhausted I was. It hadn’t even occurred to me to arrange for other rooms for Achilles, but I couldn’t imagine have him anywhere else but with me. The Greek chuckled, but obeyed me, dropping onto the bed with a sigh of contentment. I flopped down between my son and my lover, also sighing as the comfortable bed absorbed my tension. Achilles grabbed me and huddled me close to him, both to my surprise and my appreciation. We lay there for a long time before my paranoia got the better of me and I hugged Astyanax, cradling him between Achilles’ body and mine. Achilles chuckled as if he could read my mind, but willingly cuddled close to my son, adding a greater shield between him and the world. Affection blossomed in my chest when I saw how willing the Greek was to care for my son and, though I had long stopped fighting my feelings, it still came as a shock.
“Go to sleep, Trojan.” Achilles cracked an eye open to find me staring at him. He let both steel blue eyes open and my stomach clenched at the fondly annoyed expression.
“Thank you, Achilles.” I murmured. A smile grace his face and I was certain I understood why Paris and Menelaus decided to start a war for Helen. I smiled back and Achilles pulled me as close as he could with the five-year-old still between us and kissed me gently.
“Always, Hector.” He touched our foreheads together. “Now, go to sleep.”
“So–” He silenced me with another kiss.
“Anything else can be discussed tomorrow.”
“Good night, Greek.” I mumbled, shutting my eyes.
The next morning, Sarpedon brought me several guards and a maid to look after my son. Astyanax was extraordinarily excited to teach his four new babysitters how to play the games he had always played with Andromache. I sent them into the room that neighbored the King’s bedchamber that was supposed to be for the royal children, but had long since been out of use. I was going to have to arrange for all of Astyanax’s toys to be brought from my original chambers to his new room in the King’s suite. There was only one door to that room, so the guards would only have one door to focus on should anything crazy happened.
As soon as they shut the door behind them, Achilles pounced.
“Just couldn’t wait, could you?” I muttered, feeling my body relax as his hands roamed my body and his lips found my neck.
“Nope.” Somehow we made it to the bed and Achilles took his sweet time pleasuring me. All day long, we stayed inside the King’s suite, either having sex against various pieces of furniture, or entertaining Astyanax when he became too much for his maid or guards to handle. The five-year-old had energy; that much was certain. So did Achilles, albeit in a much different outlet.
The next morning, the morning of the coronation, started much the same way. Astyanax was taken into his room with his babysitters to change and play for a while and Achilles attacked me from behind.
“We have to be politicians today.” I muttered, trying to maintain some form of control.
“I am.” Achilles replied, his fingers gripping my hips. “Isn’t this what they do all the time?”
“What would ‘this’ be?” I asked.
“Relieving tension.” Achilles nibbled on my ear, drawing a shudder up my spine. I turned around and shoved Achilles onto the bed. He started laughing, but immediately stopped to groan loudly when my lips found his erection. His fingers buried into my dark curls as I sucked hard, trying to dominate his pleasure. My hands forced his hips down, keeping him from thrusting painfully into my throat. I stopped as abruptly as I had started, making my lover swear loudly. I hovered over him, my hands pinning his wrists down to keep his still.
“I should just leave you like this.” My voice came out a controlled growl. “Leave you hard and wanting and making you suffer through the ceremony and meetings like this.” Achilles groaned and swore again, trying to shift my weight from him so he could move. “Or would you rather I fuck you so hard you can’t sit down, making you suffer through the ceremony and meetings in pain?”
“Hector…” Any protest died on his lips as the dirty talk consumed his lust-addled mind.
“Maybe I should just leave something inside you for the duration of the meeting.” I continued, ignoring his moaning. My tongue flicked out and traced the shell of his ear, making him shiver. “I’d like that.” I growled into his ear. “To watch you shift uncomfortably, face bright red, for the entire day, knowing that you would only be thinking about me burying my cock deep within your heat, making you squirm and scream for more.”
“Hector!” Achilles arched up against my body, growling like a lion and desperately trying to get me to actually do what I had been promising. “Fuck me or I’ll fuck you!”
“So needy.” I bit down on his neck, a sharp punishment for trying to take control. He had been in charge for the past two days and nights. It was my turn. And I wasn’t having his tiny rebellion. I wanted to watch the Greek come apart beneath me. I wanted him to lose himself in the pleasure I granted him. “You’re trying to order a king around, Achilles.” I abruptly switched to Greek, making Achilles shudder and growl loudly at the way my accent curled around his name. “Someone should put you in your place.”
“Hector…” Achilles surged forward, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. I pulled him up and flipped him over, growling in his ear.
“Hands and knees, Achilles. Now.” The Greek obeyed, shuddering at the dominance in my accented order. I wrapped one hand over Achilles’ mouth, muffling his swearing, and thrust into him, brutally slamming into his heat over and over. Achilles growled and shoved back against me, trying to get more, more, more. My hands slipped down to his shoulders, using the leverage to fuck him harder.
“More.” Achilles groaned, voice husky and dark with desire. I took the demand to heart, thrusting with enough force to make his arm buckle with pleasure. He let out a long hiss as his face his the bed, happily accepting the brutal pleasure I was granting him. He shifted, trying to regain a stable balance on his hands, but froze mid-move, gasping desperately for air. His body shook as I slammed into that spot over and over again. With a mumbled curse, Achilles’ form trembled violently as he struggled to maintain the awkward position. I grabbed his waist, pulling his back up to meet my chest. His head turned and our lips met, my breath huffing desperately against his moans as we both struggled to our releases. My hips stuttered their rhythm as pleasure took my mind. My hand found his erection and stroked it as hard and frantic as my thrusting.
“Fuck, Achilles.” My breathless curse in his ear made the Greek stiffen with a groan. His hips twitched violently as his seed splattered across my hands and his chest. The stifling heat clamped down almost painfully and I lost my mind, biting down on Achilles’ neck impulsively. Neither of us moved for a long time, our muscles trembling as we struggled to stay upright. For a reason I couldn’t fathom, a bubble of laughter burst from my lips. Achilles joined in with my laughing fit, finding the same inconceivable amusement I did. Finally, we separated our bodies and tried to regain our breath, despite the laughter. He turned around and we kissed each other, sated for the time being.
“Good morning.” He chuckled. I laughed again.
“Is your tension relieved?” I grinned. Achilles kissed me again.
“Obviously. I feel like a proper politician now.” He smirked for a second before a pout covered his lips. “I still don’t want to deal with the stupid people.”
“Too damn bad.” I kissed him again before heading for the basin to clean up.
“What if I refused to get dressed?” Achilles asked, joining me to remove the evidence of our coupling from his skin.
“Then you’ll meet with all the Greek and Trojan leaders naked.” I replied. Achilles grinned and kissed my shoulder before turning away to get dressed.
“Your bed’s a mess.” Achilles pointed out, picking up his wrinkled and sweat-stained chiton. Two days of sweat, sex, and violence had made the cloth less-than-desirable to wear, particularly for a coronation.
“No thanks to you.” I turned around, leaning against the wall with my arms crossed as I eyed the cloth in the Greek’s hand critically. “I have more than enough clothes for you so you could avoid wearing that.”
“Wouldn’t that essentially be claiming me as your lover?” Achilles asked archly.
“Didn’t I wear your clothes the other day?” I retorted, my ears burning as the implication hit me in full. I had spoken without thinking and now I was paying the price in full.
“That’s not the same thing and you know it, Hector.” He was right, damn him. At the time, I was an exile and the clothes Achilles had given me were white with no Greek affiliation anywhere on them. There was no way anyone would have been able to say whose clothes they were to begin with, Greek or otherwise. If Achilles wore my clothes, from the King of Troy’s wardrobe… I would be claiming him as my lover and then flaunt it literally in front of the entirety of the Trojan nobles as well as the Greek leaders.
“It wouldn’t make a difference.” I pointed out, trying to recover from my embarrassment. “You’re going back to Phthia after the peace talks anyway.”
“Am I?”
I blinked at the simply words, my mind screeching to a halt. I stared at him, silence prevailing our conversation for a long moment.
“You’re not?” I asked slowly, finally.
“Why would I?” Achilles replied just as slowly.
“It’s your home. It’s your throne. All your men have families and homes there. You couldn’t uproot all of them and you couldn’t live without them. The Myrmidons are everything to you.” I answered.
“Home is where the heart lies and as for the throne…” He sighed. “Well, I never wanted it anyway. I always preferred the life of a warrior as opposed to one of royalty. Anyway, the Myrmidons have more respect for the Trojan warriors than they do for the other Greeks, with the exception of Odysseus and his men. Your men are worthy adversaries. My homeland has become crowded in years past and filled with an easy peace. That is no place for a warrior to stay.”
“You would relocate all your men here?” My heart stopped. For me? He would alter everything in his life for me?
“All who wished to.” Achilles agreed.
“Why?”
“I believe your son could explain that easily enough.” To my surprise, a light flush burned on his cheeks for a moment. He stepped forward into my space, crowding me against the wall. His arms came up, trapping me in one spot, but he remained at arm’s length, staring at me. I could feel his gaze like a steady presence in the room. I met his eyes and my heart stuttered. I felt small and vulnerable for reasons I couldn’t name, and I didn’t like it at all. “Do you want me to?”
“What?”
“Hector.” Those blue eyes held mine still. “Do you want me to stay with you?”
We stood, a breath apart, in silence for a long moment.
“I love you.”

Because it took me so long to update last time, I decided on a DOUBLE UPDATE! Hope you enjoy! Let me know what you think!
Thanks!

~LP
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