No Covenants

Title: No Covenants

Author: thelastroses

Pairing: Achilles/Hector/Odysseus/Paris (various combinations) – likely Agamemnon, Menelaus, Diomedes, Ajax *While this will eventually end well, the journey there will be full of challenges for the heroes so please do not read unless you can withstand much unpleasant torture and general meanness towards Hector and eventually Paris…

Warnings: AU, M/M, Angst, Anal, Bdsm, D/s, CBT, Fist, Tort, Humil, Oral, H/C, Inc etc. and other things - NC-17 and generally not for the gentle-heart, so please be warned

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Own nothing and make nothing. Nothing is meant or implied about anyone be they fictional or real. This follows neither Homer’s timeline/plot nor that of the movie; if Troy didn’t follow the plot no reason why I have to ^_~

Sorry the first chapter is a bit brief, this was just a good ‘cut-off’ point as future installments will likely be long and involved it has not been proof-read either so all mistakes are mine.
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“Let us, then, give pledges to one another by our gods, who are the fittest witnesses and guardians of all covenants; let it be agreed between us that if Zeus vouchsafes me the longer stay and I take your life, I am not to treat your dead body in any unseemly fashion, but when I have stripped you of your armour, I am to give up your body to the Achaeans. And do you likewise.”

Achilles glared at him and answered, “Fool, prate not to me about covenants. There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through. Therefore there can be no understanding between you and me, nor may there be any covenants between us, till one or other shall fall and glut grim Ares with his life’s blood. Put forth all your strength; you have need now to prove yourself indeed a bold soldier and man of war. You have no more chance, and Pallas Athena will forthwith vanquish you by my spear: you shall now pay me in full for the grief you have caused me on account of my comrades whom you have killed in battle.”
-Excerpt from the Iliad as translated by Samuel Butler
*Gods’ names have been changed to reflect the Greek.


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There would be no covenants. There would be no mercy. There would only be revenge. Achilles only allowed these thoughts to whirl within his head; these feelings circled his mind like the vultures he desired to tear Hector’s flesh apart and eat it raw from his corpse. This fantasy, however, would wait, instead of a fatal blow – as it appeared to all those standing above the Scaean gates upon the walls of Troy – Achilles allowed his spear to puncture Hector’s shoulder between collar-bone and rib. His breath hissed through his teeth in pleasure as Hector’s own breathing slowed and his dark eyes slid shut in a deep slumber, a false death, born of the exhaustion of combat and his body’s own shock at injury.

Thus was the ruse of Achilles played out and the confirmation of its success rang clear to mighty Zeus, to the summits of Mount Olympus, in the form of wailing and weeping women and men alike within the city walls. Any pity Achilles might have felt at hearing Hector’s own mother scream out and seeing her tear at her grey hair was crushed beneath his own grief. Let them know what the anger of Achilles has brought upon them. Whatever these simpering fools felt was naught compared to the loss of his beloved cousin.

Death was too honorable for Hector even a death in the dirt before all who held him just below the gods could not satisfy the mighty Achilles this day. No, Hector would indeed be dragged through the dust, his pristine flesh marred and cut, his beautiful body mangled, but Achilles would not allow him to escape to Hades. Perhaps he would allow him to die. Hector’s death would come, but not before the – former – hero of Troy wept at his feet as supplicant, beseeching at his knees like a child or woman, for his death; perhaps then Achilles would grant him mercy.

A grim line set itself in place of Achilles’ lips as he devised a grander spectacle to play out before the mother of the fallen warrior. He heard the agony of Priam and hoped that Paris had a clear view of his brother’s “corpse.” Once he made the elder crawl he would see to the ruin of the younger, although he had little doubt which would prove the more formidable of the two. All that remained undecided for Achilles was which of the two prices he would take more pleasure in wrecking; Hector whom had slain his golden cousin or Paris whose folly had brought Patroclus to this doomed shore. The footfalls of his Achaean brothers drew him from his reverie and he drew his blood-stained spear from the unmoving body of Hector.

So elated were they at their own champion’s victory they paid little attention to the supposed corpse other than to deliver hurt to it. The magnificence that was Hector, the pride of Priam, lay in the dust before his father’s city while the enraged Greeks kicked at him adding fresh wounds to those already given by Achilles. Men who had cried out and flown as though Hades himself came for them when Hector sighted them in battle now fearlessly beat at his flesh.

Hardly disapproving of this treatment to Hector’s body Achilles realized the need to halt any further assault by the men lest they discover too soon the true condition of the man. Stalking towards his chariot he pulled from it several thongs of leather and a length of rope. Seeing his thunderous expression the men parted and allowed Achilles unhindered access to his prize. He quickly stripped Hector of his armor and lashed his ankles together with the thongs; having secured his legs Achilles wrapped the rope about the bound ankles and attached the rope to his chariot.

He would hear no pleas and accept neither gold nor bronze for his prize. There was nothing any mortal could offer him in exchange for Hector’s body. Not even Hector’s own body, no matter the torment he intended to inflict upon it, would satisfy him. No fine raiment would adorn the prince, nor would he be placed atop a pyre – the only funeral rites he would receive would be from the snipping teeth of dogs and snapping vulture’s beaks.

Sparing not one glance to either “corpse” or above to those in the city Achilles lashed his horses forward and they flew before the city walls. Achilles circled once before the gates so that all might see the noble Hector’s body dragged through the dirt, the lustrous curls matted with sand and the proud body limp as it slid and grew ashen with dust. Let them tear their hair and let them cover it with dung. Let them wail and let them moan. Let them weep.

Yes, Achilles thought as he turned his chariot towards the camp, let them weep as soon, Hector, would weep.