Ilion

Disclaimer: The chracters belong to the makers of Troy and to the ancient Greeks.


Hector was happy. The peace talks were going well and Menelaus was a kind a gracious host. Hector was currently sitting in the garden, sipping a glass of wine. There really wasn’t much left to do, and Hector was enjoying a few minutes of well-earned respite. He was startled by the sound of footsteps. He looked up and saw Helen, the Spartan queen, approaching. Hector sighed, his peace broken. He had spent the better part of the last two days playing dodge the queen. Ever since she had visited him three nights ago, he hadn't been comfortable around her.

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Hector had been reading in his room when there was a knock on the door. Since he had taken his shirt off due to the heat, he threw a robe on before answering. He opened it to find Helen standing there. She was wearing a black dress that was skin-tight down to the hips and then fell straight down. It was extremely low cut with silver embroidery around the neck line to draw the eyes. But Hector refused to fall into the trap and stared into her eyes.
“May I come in?” she asked him. Hector stood aside and she walked into the room. As she walked past him, he smelled the mingling of exotic perfume and a light flowery scent that was probably soap. And the scent lingered, so you could always tell where she had been.
Helen now stood near the bed and was looking at Hector. He closed the door and walked over to her.
“What do you want?” he asked. He knew well of Helen’s reputation for being spoiled, selfish and impossible to refuse.
“I was wondering if you were comfortable,” she said as she moved closer to him.
“Yes, quite. You have generous guest accommodations.”
“Well, it’s not every day that we entertain two Trojan princes.” She stepped closer and Hector could feel her breath whispering across his bare chest. He didn’t even try to close the robe.
“What do you want?” he asked again. He was refusing to fall for her tricks. She put her had on his chest, slid it up the fabric of the robe, and cupped the back of his neck.
“You,” she whispered as she pulled his head down. When her lips touched his, Hector felt as if lightning was flowing across his skin and fire coursed through his blood. Her lips were incredibly soft and he wrapped his arms around her to pull her in closer. She slid her hands under his robe and he moved his arms so that the robe slid down around him. When his arms were back around her, he realized that the dress was backless. Her skin was wonderfully soft under his rough and callused hands. As he explored her back, her arms wound around his neck. Then Helen slid her tongue into Hector's mouth and started exploring. Hector didn't even notice that they were moving until the backs of his legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell backward onto it. As he slowly pulled himself onto the bed, Helen crawled on top of him. As soon as she was lying on him, she reached behind her and grabbed Hector's hands. She slowly guided them up to the tie that held the dress up. Hector was about to undo it, when the creaking of the bed underneath them brought him back to his senses. He then remembered that the woman lying on top of him was married. He pushed her off and she stared at him.
"You have to leave now," he said to her. She started crawling toward him across the bed,
"Are you sure? I don't mind staying," she purred, her voice low.
Hector got off of the bed before she reached him. He picked up his robe from where it lay, discarded, on the floor.
"Yes, I'm sure. Now get out."
Helen fairly slithered off of the bed, and she walked past Hector on her way to the door. The nearness of her body almost broke his resolve. When she reached the door, she back to face him.
"This isn't over yet." With that, she left the room. As soon as the door closed behind her, Hector collapsed back onto the bed.

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Ever since that evening, Helen had been trying to trap him. Since there was no way to leave the garden other than the way Helen was coming, Hector stayed where he was. As soon as Helen reached him, she sat down next to him on the bench. They sat for a few minutes before Helen broke the silence.
"If that bed hadn't creaked, would you have made love to me?"
Hector felt that it was safer not to answer.
"Well, you don't have to be afraid of me anymore. I've set my sights on someone new."
Hector's blood turned to ice as he turned to face her. "Who?"
"Paris." And before Hector could respond, she was gone.

As Hector was returning to his room that night, he decided that he should go visit Paris and warn him about Helen. When he reached Paris' room, he was about to knock when the door opened. Out walked Helen, and when she saw Hector, her smile was small and triumphant. Hector entered the room to find Paris adjusting his clothes.
"Paris, what have you done?"
Paris looked up. Hector's anger must have shown, because when Paris looked at his brother's face, he paled.
"Brother, please…"
Hector slammed the door and Paris jumped and stopped speaking.
"Don't even start. Do you have any idea what would have happened if you two had been caught?" Paris nodded, but Hector knew that his brother didn't really understand. "This must not happen again. I want you to stay away from her. Promise me." Paris simply nodded. "Promise me!"
"I promise Hector," Paris said quietly. Hector sighed and left the room.

A/N This is just a test. I don't know if I should write more. Please tell me.