Real love

Paris:
Over the roar of a crowd, my intoxicated voice could hardly be heard. Another night and another party, proved to do nothing for my low spirits.

Unfortunately, Helen couldn’t please me. She is beautiful, but lacking in personality and wit. My momentary lust for her faded, leaving me feeling high and dry in these last few weeks. I try to drown my sorrows in liquor and over the top parties, but it ceases to do anything for my mood.

Finally, I decided that the party doesn’t improve my bad temper, and grab another bottle of wine. As I look outside, I opt for going on a stroll. The trees and plants are spinning, while the crisp air brushes against my skin. I know now that I am drunk.


Thoughts of the mess I made surface and my body gets tense. My neck tightens, and my hand started to shake. A war fought for only a woman-for Helen. Ugh! God, I feel sick! Even the thought of battle turns me into a coward. Can I really fight in war? I’m supposed to be a war prodigy, but who am I lying to or trying to please? I’m not a warrior. I’m just a son of the king, just “the little prince.”

My stomach takes a wrong turn, as I vomit into the bushes. When I’m done, I realize feet from where I threw up, there hid Achilles crouching in the greenery. I stood there with my eyes fixed on him for a moment. We were like two deer caught in headlights, staring at each other. My mind told my body to scream, but because of wine, my reaction was slowed. Before I d sad say any more, he launched his body at me and shoved a hand across my lips. This was more than I could take in my current state, hence the collapse of my body in his arms.

Achilles:
When I went into enemy lines, I didn’t expect to be spotted. My mission, simply stated; observe the people of Troy for a bit and come back with the information. Although I was the easiest to be recognized of all the Greeks, I was the only one brave enough to take the chance and risk my life. My valor surprises even myself sometimes.

I didn’t anticipate finding a man so pretty with those adorable dark curly locks of hair, or the slender, but muscular figure. Paris’s good looks caught me off-guard. I liked him so much; I decided to take him to with me. It was lucky he was unconscious (no struggle), but the task of carrying him wasn’t so easy. Don’t get me wrong, he weights less than a feather, but hiding him from other Trojans worried me. Guess I didn’t have to worry, seeing that we weren’t even spotted!

While I was holding him I notice his silky skin rub against mine, and his long neck that I longed to kiss. My body ached for him. By the time I came to my tent I was breathing heavily at the thought him. Paris’s beautiful face and body made every inch of my skin aroused with lust. I wanted him. Hell, I needed him. He look like some heavenly angel placed by the gods just for me. As I put him on my bed, I thought of how easy it would be to take advantage of him without his suspicion, but then I thought it would be more enjoyable to take him when he awoke. I slept at his side sometimes whispering love lines in his ears, though I knew he wasn’t awake. Our bodies meshed together in perfect fit with our legs entwined and arms together. Our hearts pounding in same beat. His crest gentley rises and falls with every breath he takes. I’m eager to see him arise.

Paris:
I woke up with Achilles in my arms. I was freaked out. Did I sleep with him? Did I anything happen? Every time I woke up, I heard Achilles whispering soft comforting words in my ear, then I feel back to sleep again. We didn’t…I don’t think….did we? I’m absolutely confused! I realize that I started asking myself these questions our loud, which is about the time Achilles woke up.

“You slept well, my pretty.” Whispered Achilles so softly into my ear, it tickled. Then…he kind of attd med me, really quick.

Before I knew what was happening, he began showers me with kisses, and rubbing my skin. I was caught unaware. I was just in shock. He jumped on top of me, and pushed opened my legs. Then he started undressing, before my eyes. I can’t help but notice his brawny, darkly tanned body. I tried to look away, but found myself staring. His tangled mane tickled me. When he was done stripping, he grinned at me slyly. He moved closer toward me, and finally, I reacted.
“Get off me!”

His lips bruised mine. I pushed with all my might to get him off me, but he hardly even budged. I don’t even think he noticed that I was trying to shove him off. I’m not that strong. I thrashed, and clashed with his body. At last, he realized I was resisting his advances.
“Get off me!” I repeated.

He acted wounded and confused, like he didn’t know what happened. His face blanked, save for the confusion. He acted like I there was something wrong with me! I’m not the one who jumped on him. I’m not the one to out of the blue, tried to seduce him. But when I glanced at his face, it blamed me. I am the insane person.

“I don’t understand, you don’t want me? How could you not desire me?” Achilles asked.
Then it dawned on me. This was the first time he was ever rejected. What an ego killer! I needed to smile. He had the biggest sense of self-worth

“Firstly, I don’t prefer men. Secondly, even if I did, you’re not the gods or goddess's gift to men, so stop acting like it! Thirdly, you…just attacked me, how was I supposed to react, besides startled?-”

Before I could say fourthly, he grabbed me around the neck, and poked his sword into it hard enough to make me bleed. Blinding pain coursed through my body. Never has anyone touched me roughly for my father, Priam would have their heads at the thought of it.

“Take it back or I’ll your life is at stake, or worse, I'll hurt you enough to make to you want to die!” Achilles snarled with spit.

“You mean you’re not hurting me right enough now? Cause it sure feels like it. I think you have some anger problems. Would you like to talk about it?” I asked him earnestly. I was really interested in his reaction. I figured if I die, so what? It would just be the perfect ending to the most depressing story ever.

“Do you wanna die?” he retorted

“Fly, ly, I don’t give a damn, the gods curse me for breathing anyway.” I waited for sweet death to come and take me. In my head I was begging for him to do it. The dagger pressed harder against my skin. I wanted the world to fade, and for me to fade with it. But suddenly, he dropped the dagger.

"You’re not good enough for death,” Achilles snapped. All hot and bothered, he exited the tent in a huff. Now, I hate to say it, but I feel slightly apologetic. I know how bad it hurts to be rejected. But Achilles really has a high opinion of himself, he had it coming. Hours have gone by now and no sign of him. I wonder what happened to him.

That dagger is still lying on the floor. I picked it up, and I’ve been holding it for hours. It would all be so, simple, so easy to just kill myself. A better idea might be to kill Achilles. What am I doing! Misery and distruction of the war, and my horrible existence enters my thoughts. It’s him or me. Who do I hate more?

I'm gonna try to get you the rest of the fict. as soon as I can. Will Paris commit suicide, or will he kill Achilles? Please, bare with me. This is my first fanfiction, so go easy on me. I really hope you enjoy! For reviews give me some constructive critism. Really appreciate it. Thanx!