Real love

Paris:
I fiddle with the sharp, cold blade in my hands. I’m so confused! I hate my life so much. Why live, just to feel the pain of tomorrow. I’m so empty, so alone! I’m done waiting for a change of dying in battle of honorable death with valor and bravery. The oppertunity hasn't arrived nor have I caused me nothing, but pain. Tears pour down my face, and my soul fills with anguish. I just can’t see the point of living anymore. I want a release of the agony of living -anything to get rid his his vacant emotion.

This is why I risked the war with Greeks, because Helen fulfilled me for a little while. The first few days, and weeks she was here. I was contented with my lust for her. I thought it was love. Unfortunately, it was just infatuation. About a month in, I saw Helen for what she really was, just a bored lonely women looking for a good time. Through the years she has grown vain from all the compliments she received. Not only that, but she’s a dim-witted high maintenance. Once again I felt empty just as I did previously.

I pushed my trembling hand toward my throat. It pokes me in the neck hard enough to drawl blood for the second time today. Thoughts go spinning in my head while my sobbing body, shudders. Before I can do any more damage, Achilles barges in.

His back hand meets my face sending me sprawling to the floor. He kicks me in the stomach. Unbelievable pain, causes me to let out a grasp. He knocked the breath out of me. My body throbs all over, meanwhile he’s screaming at me.

“What the is your problem? Have you no respect for your father? If he found out you died a coward's way out with suicide, your family would be laughed out of the Aegan Sea. Have honor for your name, you are a prince. The way you die does reflect how your family and the entire empire. Besides, do you hate me that much that you would kill your self to get away from me?”

Here’s the ego. He /always/ thinks it about him. He thinks he’s the reason I’m killing myself. Not about the pain, and emptiness that I’ve had my entire life. Not about the seclusion that I felt throughout my whole existence. It’s not about that, it’s about /HIM/(sarcasm). Feelings and emotions get the better of me. I want to tell him everything, of how bad I’m suffering. Suddenly I can’t help it. Words take root, and they won’t stop coming. Tears come and won’t retreat.

Achilles picks me up from the floor. He steers me to the bed. But instead of trying anythin myn my venerable state, he just holds me. My words are cluttered makemake no sense, but his face looks so caring and concerned that I go on anyway. It’s odd to think that five minutes ago, he was kicking me in the stomach. His arms tighten against my body as if protecting me from the world’s harm. To my surprise, it’s enough to make me feel better. I put my head on his chest and wipe away the tears. I cling to him with my life, and he holds me with his powerful arms. I’ve never clung to a man like I did to Achilles, but it feels good. I don’t care, and why should I? It’s only a hug, I think...

Achilles:
While I was out with Patroclus, poor pathetic Paris was trying to commit suicide! Basically he told me that he had never been truly happy in a relationship. He’s been always been an outcast. His parents deserted him, and kept they his sister Cassandra. Years later despite his mother's protest, his father decided to take him back. He was dislike amongst his siblings, especially Cassandra. He’s never had a long relationship with a woman. Honestly, I think he’s sexually attracted to men, but he’s in denial. It makes him feel alone, and isolated, been there done that. He thinks people will mock him for being what he is. When people give me strange looks about Patroclus, I just beat them up. Unfortunately Paris doesn’t have those kinds of muscles. I don’t take anyone’s crap. What he needs is either a boyfriend, or maybe just a good friend. Since he probably won’t have me as a lover, he’s going to have me as a friend with benefits.

Today we went to a party together. He looked so beautiful with his hair in beads, oils, and makeup. It was splendid! Not the party, but taking entire night. We laughed together, smiled together, frown together, and sang together.

He’s the most adorable drunk! He had too much wine and feel out of his chair. Looking at him, I couldn’t help laughing as his face started to grow red. He looked up at me annoyed with his ego damaged slightly. After the party we strolled along the shore and looked at the waves. The water sprays us, as I reach out and caress his face. He began pressing his face against my hand. We were like two lovers watching the sunset fade. My hand stroked his body as I moved closer. Then he turned away. He looked at me so innocent and nervous. I know he craves me, just as much as I crave him. I’m crying out in frustration. Why can’t he just accept who he is! Even in his drunken state, he still won’t do anything with me!

Meanwhile Patroclus gets more impatient with Paris. He’s so jealous! The more I get to know and care for Paris, the more he despises him. He practically attacked Paris yesterday for making his bed. He said that it was so “common”, and we have maids to do that. I was impressed with the way Paris handled it. He didn’t lose his temper, but didn’t let Patroclus walk all over him. Aw, I love everything about my Paris!


Paris:
Weeks have gone by, but correspondence is slow. My father, Priam, has much to deal with while the war goes on, therefore the negioations for me haven't been set yet. It was rumored he would give a trade with Helen for me, but she refused to leave. Apparently she not only hates her husband Menalous, but is immensly afraid of him.

Oddly enough, I don’t want to go home. I like waiting for Achilles to return from the battlefield. I like lazing about in his tent all day, and going to parties with him at night. But most of all, I like Achilles. I’ll never know how I got through the days without him.

We talk and laugh for hours sometimes about nothing. I’m the prince of rumors! I love to chat about how Agamemmon's wife is cheating on him. As you can see, I’m really not a bid fan of his. He would wage war with Troy even if Helen hadn't been stolen. We talk incessantly about who’s a slut (sometimes I make comments about Achilles, and he gets pissed).

Last night were discussed which men were the best looking(I first tried to talk about women, but quickly gave up when Achilles wasn’t interested).

“No wonder Helen doesn’t want to come back, Menalous isn’t exactly a prized catch is he?” I commented

“Ugh, that man’s ugly! Odysseus is looking pretty good, though. I can’t help looking at him when he’s in his battle uniform. Patroclus, my boyfriend, wins the prize for the best looking, though. He has a wonderful muscular body, and a great face. He’s really attractive!” Achilles answered

Suddenly I felt…jealous? Hatred for Patroclus seeped into my veins. I got the urge to punch Patroclus over and over again until I messed up his "pretty face". I wanted to ask him what Achilles thought of how I looked.

“I /don’t/ think Patroclus has that great of a face, he has a unibrow! And his body is /not/ that wonderful. If you ask me, the guy is out of shape. I’m really not impressed with him.” I snapped.

Achilles looked up at my resentful expression and laughed at me. It was annoying. I just wanted Achilles to tell me that I was the most beautiful man he ever laid eyes on to give me some reassurance.

“Don’t worry now Paris. You’re gorgeous, too. You got those big brown eyes, adorable locks of curly hair, a great smile, the perfect figure…must I go on?”

I was surprised how much this pleased me. I looked at the ground embarrassed. I didn’t feel pretty.

“You’re just saying that cause I’m your boyfriend.” I blurted. I wasn’t paying attention and let slip it out of my mouth. How humiliating! We never even kissed, and I called him my boyfriend. I just wanted to disappear. What an awful mistake. I mumbled that I didn't mean it, anied ied not to look at Achilles. Silence pierces the room for a few minutes. I'm too embarassed to speak.

Finally Achilles snarled at me, "I'm tired of all these mind games. One minute you're telling me you're not interested in the same sex and the next you're calling me your boyfriend!? Pick a choice and stick to it, because I'm tired of you constantly playing with my emotions." In a few seconds he lefted the room, leaving me to contemplate how I feel.

Achilles is the first one to make me feel...complete, but that's not why I like him. For the last few weeks, I've been happy, plain and simple. But that's not a valid reason to sleep with somebody or call him my boyfriend. I can't deny it anymore. He's attractive...hele'se's gorgeous. He makes my body melt when he draws near me with his words, charisma, and his presence. I desire him. I don't care the cost, I'm going to take it to the next step.


Achilles:
When I came back from my walk, Paris laid on the bed with his thigh exposed out from under his clothes. It looked like he was putting on bedroom eyes, and trying to be sexy. He's so adorable, I laughed. After that his expression changed from sexy serious to irriation.

"Ugh, I'm trying look good for you, and all you can do is snicker?" Paris sulked

"But you're /so/ sexy when you're angry" I replied as I appoarched the bed.

"But-" Before he could say another word I kissed him passionately. Bruising harsh lips against his soft ones, I've been waiting for this moment forever. As our lips locked and tongues tangled together, our bodies melted. My hands traveled down to new territories, unexplored. I sta str stroking, but Paris grabbed my hand.

"Can we go slow? I've never done this before, and I want this to last." Paris requested

I nodded, and caressed his chest and back. I could fell him grow hard at my touch. Moans of pleasure flew from our lips while we came up for air from our kiss. My palm plunged into his curly lock of hair. Slowly his hand fondled my growing erection. Pants and groans grew louder. I returned the favor by stroking his cock. I got ready to get inside of him. Before I could enter a finger in his passage, he scearmed my name, but not out of pleasure.

"Achilles! I can't do this. I'm so sorry." Paris sobbed

As I lat hat his smooth skin, and quivering body, I realized how young he was, and how scared. "Don't be scared, Love we'll only touch tonight." I reassured him. I looked at his beautiful face and saw relief in his eyes. God, how I wanted to take him! But instead, I kissed his neck and savored the taste. His lips pressed against mine, then pulled back. His timid lips finally opened wider. I gasped in the bliss swe sweet, innocent mouth gave me.

His hands traveled up and down my body sending chills up my spine. His introxicating scent leaves me begging for a harsher kiss. How does he make me desire him so much!? What is it about him that leaves me begging for his touch, for his kisses!? Why can he let me come with kisses, and nothing more!?

I feel Paris's body buck and arch from underneath me. This is more than I can take. It feels so good, so...right. Our bodies meshed together in the perfect fit. Words couldn't expressed how I felt. My heart beat wildly against his. I smiled, making it hard to him to kiss me. I laughed at his surpised face.

"Am I doing okay?" He asked me so eagerly. He's so keen to please me. His body twitched as if he was a bit unsure of himself. It was extremely erotic. He needed my praise, I gave it to him.

"Pet, you're doing wonderfully." I noticed the conent gleam in his . A. As I looked into the beauty of his eyes I remembered how ridiculous I thought it was to get lost somebody's eyes. Now staring at Paris, I still think it's ridiculous, but not entirely impossible.

That night we kissed, whispered to one another, and touched as our bodies meshed until we passed out from the pleasure, and weariness. He lay with his head on my chest and his arms clinging to my hips. My arms hold him tightly, and our legs entwined together. Happy thoughts passed though my heads of lessons I'll teach Paris about 'men sex'. My heart swells as it beats in unison with his. A smiles crawls across my face, as I gently touch his body. He makes my heart jump, and body dance.


Patroclus:
I'm here in my own tent wepting. I heard Achilles and Paris kissing, and moans of ecastasy. How could he do that to me? I loved Achilles! I'll get Paris, if it's that last thing I do!!


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