All Manner of Sins

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the people who made “Troy” and to Homer, but he’s dead. I only own um, well, the other stuff.
A/N If you don’t like slash, don’t read this.


Hector's arms were soon around Achilles and pushing his robe off. When Achilles slid his tongue into Hector's mouth, he luxuriated in the feeling of them rubbing against each other. Achilles also wasted no time in ridding Hector of his clothing. Now that the two men were naked, Hector gently pushed Achilles down onto the blanket. He broke the kiss and slowly licked around the edge of Achilles' mouth. Achilles moaned at the sensation and tightened his grip on Hector. Hector then moved to kissing Achilles' neck. He lightly bit the other man, causing Achilles' to moan deeply and dig his fingernails into Hector's back. The pain brought a gasp from Hector, and he pulled his head away from Achilles. He noticed that his bite had drawn blood. He was surprised when Achilles gently took his hand and brought it toward the wound. Hector ran a finger over it. When he pulled away, Achilles drew Hector's hand toward his mouth. Achilles, at first, delicately licked the blood off of the finger, drawing a moan of pleasure from Hector. Then he gently drew the finger into his mouth and started softly sucking on it. Hector gently moved his finger until it barely brushed Achilles' tongue. He felt the other man's pulse quickening underneath him. He gently stroked his finger along the rough surface and saw the Greek's eyes glaze over in pleasure. He drew his finger out of Achilles' mouth, and slowly drew a moist line from Achilles' bottom lip down to his navel. He then followed that line back up with his tongue, while Achilles' moaned and shuddered beneath him. When Hector reached the Greek's mouth, they shared a soft and tender kiss.

Achilles hadn't fully realized before the exquisite sensation of Hector's soft lips gently pressing against his. While they kissed, Achilles slowly brought his hands up and immersed them in Hector's hair. Hector's hair was soft and fine, and the feeling of it in his rough hands acted as harmony to the kiss. Hector lightly moaned as Achilles played with his hair. He then followed and buried his hands in Achilles' hair. Achilles' moaned as Hector gently massaged his scalp and shivered as sensations he had never before experienced flooded through his body. He was loath to end the trembling feelings, but he slowly broke the kiss and disentangled his hands. Hector seemed to understand. He gently lifted himself off of Achilles. Achilles gasped at how cold the night was without Hector's warm body on him. Hector then laid down next to Achilles and allowed the Greek to slowly crawl on top of him. Achilles gazed into Hector's eyes as he slowly entered the Trojan's body. Hector moaned deeply and wound his arms around Achilles' neck. Achilles then started to gently push in and out, all the while staring into Hector's dark eyes. He started to move faster and faster until stars exploded in his mind and he felt like he was drowning in Hector's gaze. He didn't know if he screamed or not as he released. As the sensations numbed his mind, he heard Hector as if from far away. When his mind had cleared, he found himself lying on Hector's very sweaty chest. Achilles gently withdrew from the other man, drawing a soft moan. He rolled off to the side and allowed himself to be drawn to Hector while he wrapped the blanket around them. Achilles knew that he had never felt more at peace with himself than he did at that moment, lying there in Hector's arms.

Hector took in the smell of Achilles' hair as they lay together under the stars. It was a combination of sweat and dirt and Hector slowly breathed it in as if it were the finest perfume. He knew that this would be the last night he could spend with Achilles, and the thought made the moment extremely bittersweet. After they had been lying for awhile, Hector knew he had to speak.
"When we meet on the battle field, you know that I am going to have to try my hardest to kill you." Hector didn't hear what Achilles said. "I'm sorry?" Achilles drew his head up and repeated himself.
"No."
"No? You don't think that there is any chance of me killing you?" Hector said in shock. Achilles shook his head.
"It's not that. I meant that we will never meet on the battlefield because I'm leaving tomorrow."