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Changing fate	By : darkangel985 Category: S through Z > Troy Views: 13199 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter took me
forever and I'm not happy with the result, but somehow this is the
best I can do at the moment. So instead of making you wait any longer
I'll just give you that and hope that it's good enough. Thanks go to
Sakya, lonelylady4ever, Jackie_Boi and c-loke for leaving me
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Chapter 9 – Passionate Interlude

Achilles managed to
keep the triumphant smirk off his face as he lowered his lips to
Hector's, knowing that the expression wouldn't be appreciated. Now
that he had the prince at his mercy he wasn't going to aggravate
him and ruin the chance he had unexpectedly gotten.

Their lips finally
collided in a fierce kiss, each of them moving with bruising
ferocity. Opening his mouth Hector allowed Achilles to slip his
tongue inside, the two agile muscles twining around each other in an
erotic battle for dominance. A battle that was more play than
anything else since the both of them knew that the Greek wouldn't
give up the position he was currently in.

His tongue exploring
every crevice of his lover's mouth Achilles let his hands slip
underneath the Trojan's shirt, pushing the loose, simple fabric
upwards until he finally reached the other's dusky nipples. Their
kiss broke, both panting for air, before their lips once again
clashed with demanding hunger.

Hector's back arched
with pleasure as Achilles' fingertips whispered over his nipples,
barely enough to allow his skin to register the caress. He had wanted
this, had wanted this probably since the
first time he had seen the golden-haired warrior and now that he was
stretched out beneath the other man Hector was free to admit it. A
moan slipped from his lips while he buried his hands in the Trojan's
sun kissed mane, surprised at it's
softness.

He had expected the
Greek's hair to be like the man himself, coarse and rough, but it was
so very different. Or was simply his assessment of Achilles that was
at fault? Whatever it was all thought of it were forced from the
prince's mind as Achilles pinched his nipples, giving a taste of his
rougher nature.

Breaking their kiss
once again Achilles abandoned the prince's mouth, letting his tongue
trail down the other's throat and rest on his pulse point. Hector's
hips were bucking against his own, demanding friction as their
erections rubbed against each other, separated only by the thin cloth
covering their skin. Sucking on the Trojan's neck Achilles relished
in the feelings of power he got as he managed to draw another hungry
moan from Hector, the prince's hands sliding from his head down to
his back.

Fingers dug into
steel-like muscles as Achilles continued to torture his lover's neck,
his fingers still toying with dusky nipples. For a few seconds he
felt the desperate urge to mark the other man, but he held himself
back, sure that Hector would object to it.

Instead he slid lower,
pleased at the fact that the Trojan allowed him complete dominance.
He had expected more of a fight, but judging by the look of pleasure
that was visible on the other's features he was probably too
distracted to even think about it. The triumphant smirk he had held
back earlier now breaking out over his face Achilles found one of
Hector's nipples, his hands moving downwards as he circled the little
nub with his tongue.

The prince's hips
bucked once again, his finger nails sliding over the Greek's skin and
leaving small reddened welts. Not bothered by the slight twinge of
pain that ran up his back Achilles sucked the nipple in between his
lips, worrying it with his teeth. His hands trailed lower, stroking
over firm abs until he reached the hem of Hector's garments, forcing
the bothersome fabric aside.

A moan followed by a
string of curses escaped the Trojan's mouth as his hard organ was
encased in a strong grip, a single teasing finger circling around
it's crown. The firm hand slowly stroked him from tip to root and
back again, while the Greek's mouth slid lower, leaving a tingling
trail of wetness down his stomach. Hector's hands slid over the
smooth marble floor, desperately searching for something to hold on
to while Achilles' clever tongue licked away a pearly
drop of pre-cum that had oozed from his slit.

Risking a glance
downwards Hector felt shivers race down his spine as his gaze met
Achilles'. He knew the expression in those eyes completely, the look
of a predator who knew that his prey didn't have a chance at all. He
himself had directed such a gaze on various lover's throughout his
life, but he had never been the focus of such attention.

It was thrilling, only
adding to the sensations that spread from his cock through his whole
body, setting him ablaze with burning passion. Every slide of
Achilles' mouth was heavenly torture, his release already almost
there for him to reach.

A moan of frustration
fell from his hips as the pleasure diminished, Achilles sliding away
from his straining organ and down to his heavy sack. But only for a
few blissful moments until the tongue moved
on, questing for the tight entrance to his body.

Well aware of what the
Greek demanded of him Hector pulled his
knees up to his chest, baring himself to the appreciative gaze of his
lover. Usually he would have seen it as a weakness to render himself
so completely vulnerable, but he was far too lost in his desires to
even consider such feelings at that moment.

Achilles was glad that
Hector couldn't see the broad grin that was stretched over his face,
full of triumph over a victory so easily won. And yet he was all too
aware of the fact that it wasn't a victory at all, but rather a
truce, a momentary respite in their usual rivalry. But it was still
an exalting feeling to be presented such a
vulnerable position.

Finally taking what was
offered Achilles let his tongue circle around the tight ring of
muscle, pressing inside as soon as he felt the resistance lessen a
bit. Hector was squirming around his intruding tongue, either to get
away or to get closer, but his movements
were quickly stilled by the Greek's hands on his hips.

Concentrating on the
the dark, musky taste exploding in his
mouth Achilles let his tongue slide in and out, captivated by the way
Hector's muscles contracted around the wet
appendage. He could already imagine how the
passage would feel around his cock, hot and tight and rippling. A
moan escaped from his lips as the Greek let his tongue slip from his
lover's entrance, eager to finally replace
it with his dripping erection.

Hector's eyes were
closed, his face filled with a silent moan while his back arched in
graceful abandon. Beautiful. Even while one
of his hands reached for the bottle of oil he had stashed in his
robes he couldn't help but let the other slide over the Trojan's
smooth stomach, perfectly defined muscles rippling under bronzed
skin.

Finding the bottle
Achilles uncorked it with a small popping sound, the slight noise
causing the prince's eyes to open again, focusing on the Greek with a
primal, hungry stare. It was the gaze of a warrior poised for battle,
determined and lusting. During the day it
would have been blood lust that filled those eyes, but now it was a
burning need for physical company, a desire that had to be slaked. He
knew that this gaze was mirrored in his own eyes as he poured the
sweet smelling oil over his straining erection, carelessly throwing
the bottle aside.

Hector's legs opened
wider, a challenging glint joining the lust in his eyes. They seemed
to ask the Greek if he was truly as strong and as fierce as he was
rumored to be and Achilles was all too happy to prove
himself. Not bothering with unneeded gentleness he pushed into the
other's body, groaning as unbelievably hot tightness surrounded him.

He could have come from
the sensation alone, his body crying for him to move, but he held
himself still for a moment, allowing the Trojan time to adjust. Time
Hector didn't need, his own body crying out for the hard, merciless
passion that could only be found in the body of another man.

He didn't need, didn't
want Achilles to be gentle. If he desired gentleness he could go to
his wife. This was about a meeting of warriors, a clash of strength
and passion that he needed, but could never find in the arms of any
woman. This was a merging of equals and as he forced his hips forward
in a demanding thrust Achilles finally
seemed to grasp what he wanted, his fingers bruising his flesh in an
almost brutal grip.

A rhythm so primal and
musical like the movements of a sword, pushing them both towards the
peak of their passion, sweat pouring over their bodies and their
moans and groans mixed in the otherwise silent room.

Achilles could feel the
pleasure coil in his belly, his hand circling Hector's cock while he
pounded into his body, the rhythm of his fingers matching the rhythm
of his hips. The Trojan was snarling in passionate abandon, all
pretense of being the calm, collected prince thrown aside in his rush
of lust, his fingers scraping over the
smooth marble floor under them.

He bucked his hips as
his pleasure finally boiled over, a scream falling from his lips
while the tight walls of his inner channel constricted around the
Greek's straining organ, sending a fresh wave of sensation through
the warrior's body. It had been the last push he had needed, his
vision blacking for a second as release spread through his body, his
seed filling the heavily panting body underneath him.

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Achilles wasn't even
conscious of having done it, but he had
moved aside before he collapsed to the ground, avoiding to squash the
Trojan prince under the weight of his body. His eyes were heavy,
wanting to slip close and he could have easily drifted off, had not
the cold marble of the floor kept him awake.

During their passionate
interlude the Greek had barely felt how uncomfortable the floor was,
but now that his sweat-slicked skin was pressed to it he couldn't
help but notice. Hector shivered next to him, his eyes closed while
his breath rushed from his lips in heavy, slowly calming pants.

Letting the clothes he
hadn't even taken off slip over his hips once again Achilles got up
from the floor, taking the few steps necessary to get to his bed
before he collapsed onto the mattress. This
was far better.

Hector had risen into a
sitting position, a contemplative
expression spread over his face as he looked towards the bed. It
seemed like he wasn't sure whether he would
be welcome there, so Achilles moved his hand in a lazy gesture,
waving the other man towards the bed, while he scooted over to make
more room. They had a truce for this night after all.

Obviously deciding
that the bed was preferable to the floor
Hector let himself drop drown next to
Achilles, his eyes slipping closed almost the moment he hit the bed
sheets. Content with the way the evening had gone Achilles turned his
back towards the Trojan, unconsciously
moving backwards until their bodies touched before he surrendered to
sleep himself.

TBC...
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