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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I can't believe that
it's been two months since I last updated. Real life and writer's
block have been really annoying lately and I'm glad that I have
finally been able to write another chapter. Thanks go to
Obsidian_Butterfly for reviewing the last chapter and I really hope
that some of you readers are still around.

Chapter 8 – Escaped foxes and captured lions

As they circled each
other Achilles recognized the expression on Odysseus' face as one of
resigned determination. He had seen that look on too many faces to
not recognize it and to see it on a man, whom he had known since his
childhood, saddened him greatly.

It was the expression
of a man who knew that he would die, who knew that even though he was
a seasoned warrior he wouldn't stand a chance against his opponent,
who had already said goodbye to his life. But resignation wasn't the
only thing that Odysseus' eyes spoke of as he followed Achilles'
every movement. They also said that he would fight as best as he
could to make this, his final battle, a memorable one, to make
himself worthy of remembrance.

And Achilles couldn't
help but respect that, stopping in his movements for a tiny moment
and just looking at his friend and opponent. He had been inattentive
for a second, but not inattentive enough to not easily block Odysseus
first sword thrust, aimed directly at his chest. Much as he liked his
fatherly friend Achilles had no will to die by his hand so he
retaliated fiercely, putting the thought that he didn't truly want to
win this battle to the back of his mind.

Achilles easily
outmatched Odysseus in strength and skill, but what he lacked in that
field the Ithacan made up for in speed and agility. Like the smart
fox he was so often said to be he pretended to step in one direction,
just to move in the other, expertly avoiding the younger man's sword.

Their swords clashed
together fiercely, momentarily drowning out the sounds of battle that
had become distant noise to their ears. The only thing that mattered
was their fight. Rushing forward Achilles once again thrust his sword
towards his opponent, it's blade clashing against the weapon in
Odysseus' hands.

Odysseus was an
excellent swordsman, but Achilles' blow was
simply too strong, ripping the blade out of his hands and causing him
to stumble backwards. He would have had a chance to get his sword
back again and fight on, if not for the broken spear that had lain
unnoticed on the ground behind him, making him fall as he took a step
backwards to regain his balance.

Achilles had won. He
knew so and knew that Odysseus knew it too. Usually he would now
swiftly lift his sword and end his opponent's life, but he simply
couldn't bring himself to do it. Killing nameless soldiers for glory
was one thing, but to kill a longtime friend was quite something
else. Most thought of him as nothing but a cold-blooded killer, which
was simply not true.

Securing his sword to
his belt Achilles reached down, offering his hand to help his fallen
friend up. Odysseus hesitated for a moment, but then took it,
allowing the blond-haired warrior to pull him onto his feet again.

The battle around them
had ceased, Trojans, Greeks and Myrmidons all waiting to see what the
two heroes would do. Achilles took a step forward, placing his hand
on top of Odysseus' shoulder as he leaned towards the Greek's ear.
“Enough fighting for today.”

Odysseus nodded his
head and as soon as Achilles stepped away from him he ordered the
Greek troops to retreat. Achilles gave the
same command to his Myrmidons and the Trojan army, who surprisingly
followed his lead.

For a moment he had
expected Hector to protest and order to continue fighting, but the
Trojan prince was nowhere in sight. As much as he liked looking at
the other man Achilles was glad about his absence as he gathered his
Myrmidons, leading them back to the city of Troy.

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Hector was beyond
angry, he was beyond furious, beyond any amount of rage he had ever
felt before as he stormed out of the meeting chamber. How dare the
Greek bastard humiliate him so, was the
only thought that ruled his mind, sending him into his mad frenzy.

Rushing through the
palace towards the Myrmidons' quarters he let the events of the day
once again replay in his mind, his anger increasing another bit. He
had seen Achilles fight against Odysseus, but then he had been
distracted by a fight of his own and hadn't payed attention to the
two Greeks anymore. He had simply assumed that Achilles would do what
he did best and would kill the Ithacan king, but oh how wrong he had
been.

Letting the cleverest
strategist the enemy had escape was something he could have
understood, at least maybe, but order an army to retreat while they
had the advantage and while their true commander was engaged in a
fight and thus unable to stop the proceedings
was simply too much.

As if to add insult to
injury he had been reprimanded during the council meeting, being
blamed for Achilles' actions by his father and the councilors.
They didn't care that he had had no time or chance to stop Achilles,
only that he had lost control of his army so easily. Growling under
his breath Hector stormed over the town square,
ignoring the beautiful red glow the sinking sun painted everything
with.

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Achilles watched the city glow in the sinking sun's red glory,
pondering the day's events. His fight against Odysseus had in a way
opened his eyes and changed the way he saw fighting. As long as it
had just been nameless soldiers he had never thought about who they
were, if they had family or friends who would mourn them after they
died, but with Odysseus it had been different. He knew the other man,
knew that he had a wife and a young son and a whole kingdom who would
mourn him. And even though their fight had ended without bloodshed
Achilles couldn't help but think about it.

He had come to Troy for glory, not even considering that his glory
would mean the death of so many men. It would mean that he would be a
hero in the eyes of the victorious, but nothing but a murderer in the
eyes of the defeated.

The sudden sound of his door being thrown open ripped Achilles out
of his pondering and caused him to whirl around. He had barely turned
to face the door when Hector was already upon him, attacking him like
a furious wildcat. In a normal fight Achilles was easily the stronger
of the two of them, but the Greek's surprise had given Hector the
advantage, allowing him to hit the blond warrior a few times while he
screamed his frustration and anger.

The force of Hector's attack had thrown them onto the floor, where
Achilles found himself in a position that made it difficult for him
to defend himself. Shielding himself from the Trojan's punches as
best as he could he tried to understand Hector's screamed curses,
hoping to understand how he had managed to anger the other man this
time.

True that he had needled the Trojan constantly since they had met,
but he couldn't remember doing anything that would warrant such
anger. Hector's curses didn't yield much information either, since
they mostly consisted of insults. A solution suddenly clear in his
mind Achilles made a quick movement to capture the Trojan's wrist and
pulled the startled man forward.

Their lips connected in a violent kiss and for a moment Hector
completely stopped all movements, startled
by the unforeseen development. But as
Achilles' tongue swept over his lips his body acted on instincts
alone, his lips parting and allowing the other man entry. His anger
was suddenly dissolving into a different kind of passion, the lust
for the Greek he had bottled up inside breaking out in a furious
battle of tongues.

Pleasure rippled through his body, his hips involuntarily grinding
against the other man to supply his hardened cock with the desired
friction. He could feel Achilles' arousal through the thin material
of their pants, his eyes slipping closed as a moan threatened to
escape his mouth.

Just as suddenly as it had begun Achilles ended their kiss and
pushed Hector off his body. The moment of surprise finally on his
side he pinned the other man to the floor, his weight completely
immobilizing the Trojan.

Confusion was written all over Hector's face, but whether
it was caused by the sudden change of power or the kiss Achilles
couldn't say. Staring at the other man's eyes he could almost see how
the confusion was replaced by fury as the passion abated a bit and
Hector returned to his senses.

Glowering at the Greek on top of him Hector growled. “Let go
of me.”

A grin almost spreading over his face Achilles shook his head, his
hands quickly grasping the other man's wrists as the prince tried to
buck him off. “Not until you tell me why you attacked me.”

“How dare you even ask that, you arrogant
Greek bastard?” Hector glowered at Achilles as if he wanted to
set the other man on fire with his eyes alone, but to his own immense
disappointment such powers were not available to him. “How dare
you ask that after humiliating me in front
of my army?”

The look of confusion on Achilles' face did nothing to calm the
prince's anger and neither did the blond's next question. “And
how prince could I have done so, when I haven't even come close to
you the whole day?”

For a brief moment Hector wondered if Achilles was deliberately
pretending to not understand him, but then it occurred
to him that the Greek might truly not know what he had done wrong.
“You ordered my army, the army of Troy that you have no right
to command out of battle while I was locked in a fight and unable to
give other orders, thus humiliating me. And
you let the enemies cleverest strategist
escape.”

Achilles sighed, finally understanding what had caused Hector to
sink into this almost inhuman rage he had displayed earlier. If he
was honest to himself he would have acted the same way had someone
dared to issue orders for his Myrmidons without his permission.

“I am sorry if my actions offended you, prince, they were
not done for this reason. It is true that I made a strategical
mistake in letting Odysseus escape, but this is something you should
not judge me on until you had to decide
about a good friend's life.”

Nodding his head Hector accepted Achilles' explanation, noticing
that sometime since he had explained himself his anger had vanished,
allowing him more awareness of his actual
surroundings. An awareness that alerted him
to the fact the he was lying underneath the Greek warrior, their
bodies pressed together quite intimately. For a second he recalled
the feel of Achilles' lips on his own, a bolt of arousal shooting
down his spine. He had to get away from the other man. “You
have your answer, so let go of me.”

“No.” This time Achilles couldn't prevent the grin
that spread over his face. “There are still other matters
between us that need to be discussed.”

Hector's voice was once again venomous
as he asked. “And what matters would that be?”

The only answer he got to that question was a quick grind of
Achilles' hips against his, the Greek's arousal sliding against his
own still hard manhood through the material of their clothes. He
hadn't even noticed it, but obviously his anger hadn't doused his
body's reaction to the other's body, his lust now flaring up again.

Achilles kept up the movement of his hips, amused by the battle of
bliss and stubborn refusal he could see flicker over Hector's face.
The prince wouldn't escape him this time. He had been patient while
bad luck and bad timing had interfered with his plans time and time
again, but this time Hector was his.

Bending his head towards the Trojan's ear he let his tongue flick
over his earlobe, drawing it between his lips and sucking lightly. An
involuntary moan slipped from Hector's mouth, his hips jerking
towards the wonderful friction the Greek supplied.
Letting the earlobe slip from his mouth Achilles whispered. “Do
you still want to resist me now?” The one word that Hector
uttered was so quiet, it was almost complete inaudible, but Achilles
caught in none-the-less.

“No.”

TBC...
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