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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,545
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Peace of Heart
Title: Peace of Heart
Author: Lis and Ayerlind (aranel@ptd.net)
Beta: Ayerlind
Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus
Warnings: sex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A space of time before Achilles is asked to fight in the war against Troy.
Disclaimer:I don't know them own them or know them. I do know that they are gorgeous men and would love to borrow them for an eternity. Otherwise it's all fiction due to an overabundance of creativity
Archive: Ask me and more than likely you can have it.
Author's Notes: This piece came about due to the loving prodding of my beloved partners in writing Ayerlind and Jamie. It wouldn't have been posted without the encouragement of Naresha, Ayerlind and Jamie. I love you guys.
If you don't know Patroclus check out www.garrett-hedlund.com and you'll find him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Arms wrapped around my waist silently, and a head rested on my shoulder. I knew who it was without question, and didn't feel threatened. It was surprising that he was able to catch me unaware
though, as very few in this world ever had. My sword laid next to me,along with a spear, in case of attack. I smiled slyly, thinking about the only attack that would be happening soon.
"Tell me, dearest, exactly what makes you think that I want company?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed.
"The fact that your mother has been unable to find you, and yet you leave clues as to your whereabouts all over our room," my lover answered.
"Just because I gave you clues at to where I am does not always mean you need to come and find me," I replied, turning and kissing his temple.
"You wish me to leave?" he asked, unsure.
"No, you may stay here. I am just... not very much into talking, if you do not mind." I pulled him around and rested him against my chest.
For someone of so little summers, my lover had the body of a much older male. I couldn't expect more from it, though, because it gave me everything I could ever want. He had always been the quick learner of anything I try to teach him. Fighting seemed to come natural to the muscles in his body and to his mind, yet the art of pleasure was much more suited to him. At sixteen years of age, I was able to find my way into his heart, and by the end of his sixteenth summer, he was in my bed. It did not surprise me much, however, because of all the time we spent together. Our relationship grew slowly as he grew older; it became more and more passionate. The shy virgin that came to me in desperation in the beginning was no longer found anywhere within him. Instead I found that I had I sparked pure fire.
Reaching down, I traced his thigh, grinning as he spread his legs. This young one would kill me yet with all the attention I give him and that he gives back to me. I hoped though that this passion would never wane from us.
In one hand I grasped the base of his penis so that he couldn't come even if he wanted to, and my fingers started tracing other patterns from the tip of his erection down to the hole where I would enter him. It didn't surprise me to find he was oiled and loose already. I smiled; he was never unprepared.
"I see you have already done all the preparation." I smirked. "So, have you come here just for the release that you cannot provide for yourself?" I lowered my voice down to something I know could make him come if I wanted it to.
"I..I have done nothing that would not please you," he pants.
I shoved him against the stone wall and tore the chiton from his body. My mouth practically watered seeing how, not only was his entrance prepared, but so was the rest of his body. Leaning over, the tip of my tongue slid across his nipple and it became hard. He was desperate for some reason, and I knew it was not the time that we had to spend away from each other. I had stopped taking trips without him by my side when he got sick the last time that I was away. My hands carressed his thighs reassuringly, though there was not a bit of nervousness in him. Very few things had changed since our first time together.
Spreading his legs, I kissed my way slowly down, worshipping everything and taking my pleasure from his. I knew just how I was going to bring him off, but wasn't worried about doing so yet. As I
passed his erection, my lover groaned and I had to chuckle. My mind was not on bringing him to completion, just making him feel how much I love him. When I felt I have worshipped him to the best of my ability, I took him quick and deep down my throat with practiced ease. I was glad I have that ease, because he slammed his hips up, pushing further into my mouth. My hands restrained him after that, and I suckled him the same way I suckled his nipple. I tasted his
essence on my tongue already as I came up and played with his sensitive tip.
Just as before I took him deep again, feeling his muscles tightening under my fingers. I reached out and took the material that he had been using to keep the chiton closed, and wrapped it around his erection.
"Please….do not tease me," he begged.
"I have no plans of it." I took his legs, wrapped them around my waist, then pressed into him.
I groaned, feeling how tight he is inside and knew this is where I belong. No battlefield could ever compare to this adrenaline. Not even the underworld would compare. I gave him no time to feel the pain, because I was completely inside of him within seconds and suckling his nipple once again. My mind relaxed, hearing his gasp of pleasure, and knew he was fine. Hopefully he did not wish to draw this out, because he was too tight and my body only wished to feel him tighten further.
"Look at me," I demanded, and see soft green eyes looking at me.
My hips thrust forward and he moaned loudly as I hit that spot inside him that I did not even think of trying to find first. I knew his body too well though and our rhythm began to escalate from slow to faster. He was loud even when we could be caught but I didn't care. Let all of Larissa know that I was taking him and putting claim on him. None would dare touch him for fear of my wrath and I smiled.
My body tightened and I know I couldn't last much longer. The soft material came off him easily, the binding not having been all that tight after all, and I took him in my hand. We never knew if it was my touch or just the fact that it was callused skin against sensitive skin, but he came hard and I dragged it out, feeling my own orgasm rushing through me.
"Achilles!" "Patroclus!" was heard being carried on the wind though I was not sure how far and I couldn't bring myself to care.
Taking the cloth that he brought with him I started to clean us both. Slowly I slipped from his body and I heard the whimper of pain. Inwardly I cringed and hoped there was no blood. He was by no means a virgin after almost five years of being taken, but he had a tendecy to forget to tell me when it hurt. Looking down, my stomach clenched as I brought the cloth from his body. Once again, he had failed to keep his promise and he was bleeding.
"I wish you would tell me," I whispered to him.
"It is not important," he told me, running a hand down my chest. "It
will heal and we will continue like always."
I nodded and took him into my arms. We lay on the warm stone, watching the sunset over the ocean and I knew my heart was at peace. I would never lose my Patroclus, and he would never lose me. We may eventually be separated by death but nothing else will ever part us.
The End.
Author: Lis and Ayerlind (aranel@ptd.net)
Beta: Ayerlind
Pairing: Achilles/Patroclus
Warnings: sex
Rating: NC-17
Summary: A space of time before Achilles is asked to fight in the war against Troy.
Disclaimer:I don't know them own them or know them. I do know that they are gorgeous men and would love to borrow them for an eternity. Otherwise it's all fiction due to an overabundance of creativity
Archive: Ask me and more than likely you can have it.
Author's Notes: This piece came about due to the loving prodding of my beloved partners in writing Ayerlind and Jamie. It wouldn't have been posted without the encouragement of Naresha, Ayerlind and Jamie. I love you guys.
If you don't know Patroclus check out www.garrett-hedlund.com and you'll find him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Arms wrapped around my waist silently, and a head rested on my shoulder. I knew who it was without question, and didn't feel threatened. It was surprising that he was able to catch me unaware
though, as very few in this world ever had. My sword laid next to me,along with a spear, in case of attack. I smiled slyly, thinking about the only attack that would be happening soon.
"Tell me, dearest, exactly what makes you think that I want company?" I asked, trying to sound annoyed.
"The fact that your mother has been unable to find you, and yet you leave clues as to your whereabouts all over our room," my lover answered.
"Just because I gave you clues at to where I am does not always mean you need to come and find me," I replied, turning and kissing his temple.
"You wish me to leave?" he asked, unsure.
"No, you may stay here. I am just... not very much into talking, if you do not mind." I pulled him around and rested him against my chest.
For someone of so little summers, my lover had the body of a much older male. I couldn't expect more from it, though, because it gave me everything I could ever want. He had always been the quick learner of anything I try to teach him. Fighting seemed to come natural to the muscles in his body and to his mind, yet the art of pleasure was much more suited to him. At sixteen years of age, I was able to find my way into his heart, and by the end of his sixteenth summer, he was in my bed. It did not surprise me much, however, because of all the time we spent together. Our relationship grew slowly as he grew older; it became more and more passionate. The shy virgin that came to me in desperation in the beginning was no longer found anywhere within him. Instead I found that I had I sparked pure fire.
Reaching down, I traced his thigh, grinning as he spread his legs. This young one would kill me yet with all the attention I give him and that he gives back to me. I hoped though that this passion would never wane from us.
In one hand I grasped the base of his penis so that he couldn't come even if he wanted to, and my fingers started tracing other patterns from the tip of his erection down to the hole where I would enter him. It didn't surprise me to find he was oiled and loose already. I smiled; he was never unprepared.
"I see you have already done all the preparation." I smirked. "So, have you come here just for the release that you cannot provide for yourself?" I lowered my voice down to something I know could make him come if I wanted it to.
"I..I have done nothing that would not please you," he pants.
I shoved him against the stone wall and tore the chiton from his body. My mouth practically watered seeing how, not only was his entrance prepared, but so was the rest of his body. Leaning over, the tip of my tongue slid across his nipple and it became hard. He was desperate for some reason, and I knew it was not the time that we had to spend away from each other. I had stopped taking trips without him by my side when he got sick the last time that I was away. My hands carressed his thighs reassuringly, though there was not a bit of nervousness in him. Very few things had changed since our first time together.
Spreading his legs, I kissed my way slowly down, worshipping everything and taking my pleasure from his. I knew just how I was going to bring him off, but wasn't worried about doing so yet. As I
passed his erection, my lover groaned and I had to chuckle. My mind was not on bringing him to completion, just making him feel how much I love him. When I felt I have worshipped him to the best of my ability, I took him quick and deep down my throat with practiced ease. I was glad I have that ease, because he slammed his hips up, pushing further into my mouth. My hands restrained him after that, and I suckled him the same way I suckled his nipple. I tasted his
essence on my tongue already as I came up and played with his sensitive tip.
Just as before I took him deep again, feeling his muscles tightening under my fingers. I reached out and took the material that he had been using to keep the chiton closed, and wrapped it around his erection.
"Please….do not tease me," he begged.
"I have no plans of it." I took his legs, wrapped them around my waist, then pressed into him.
I groaned, feeling how tight he is inside and knew this is where I belong. No battlefield could ever compare to this adrenaline. Not even the underworld would compare. I gave him no time to feel the pain, because I was completely inside of him within seconds and suckling his nipple once again. My mind relaxed, hearing his gasp of pleasure, and knew he was fine. Hopefully he did not wish to draw this out, because he was too tight and my body only wished to feel him tighten further.
"Look at me," I demanded, and see soft green eyes looking at me.
My hips thrust forward and he moaned loudly as I hit that spot inside him that I did not even think of trying to find first. I knew his body too well though and our rhythm began to escalate from slow to faster. He was loud even when we could be caught but I didn't care. Let all of Larissa know that I was taking him and putting claim on him. None would dare touch him for fear of my wrath and I smiled.
My body tightened and I know I couldn't last much longer. The soft material came off him easily, the binding not having been all that tight after all, and I took him in my hand. We never knew if it was my touch or just the fact that it was callused skin against sensitive skin, but he came hard and I dragged it out, feeling my own orgasm rushing through me.
"Achilles!" "Patroclus!" was heard being carried on the wind though I was not sure how far and I couldn't bring myself to care.
Taking the cloth that he brought with him I started to clean us both. Slowly I slipped from his body and I heard the whimper of pain. Inwardly I cringed and hoped there was no blood. He was by no means a virgin after almost five years of being taken, but he had a tendecy to forget to tell me when it hurt. Looking down, my stomach clenched as I brought the cloth from his body. Once again, he had failed to keep his promise and he was bleeding.
"I wish you would tell me," I whispered to him.
"It is not important," he told me, running a hand down my chest. "It
will heal and we will continue like always."
I nodded and took him into my arms. We lay on the warm stone, watching the sunset over the ocean and I knew my heart was at peace. I would never lose my Patroclus, and he would never lose me. We may eventually be separated by death but nothing else will ever part us.
The End.