Spartan Reserve

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Stellios sat on a boulder mounted at the top of the hot gates passage, staring down at the campsite where his Spartan comrades slept. Leonidus had told them to rest well for the coming days would be the hardest they had ever experienced. He usually would have shared his kings enthusiasm and confidence; however, the feelings mixing within his mind turned him restless and kept him awake. When he joined the warband it was with one intention, kill Persians. Of course, as with any Spartan he yearned to fight, not that he was in a hurry to die. Ok, so he was in a small hurry to join his brothers and live forever in glory, but that was the Spartan way. He was bred for fighting and was one of the best in the entire army. He had fought countless battles and never found anyone who could kill him. He had returned home and never found anyone to make him want to stay. He had sons yes, but he was not married to any of their mothers. He merly wanted his blood to continue should he cross the river Styx anytime soon. With these thoughts in mind he was eager to march when they met in the fields outside Sparta. The one thing he forgot to calculate in was what made him wish his King was not so eager to run head long into the millions of slaves and warriors set against them.

He noticed the youth the moment he joined the ranks, walking behind the captain and his father, Astinos. Four years younger than himself he was too young to have been with a woman. He caught the attention of many at first, holding none of the ruggedness a Spartan soldier is usually known for. At first Stellios had wondered if the boy could even fight, then he remembered that everyone in Sparta, right up to the old women, could fight. He began to pay more attention to the young man than he probably should have and noticed the sadness that came to Astinos's face each time his father shunned him. He could understand wanting to be respected by your father, he too had gone through that.

He began to joke with Astinos while they traveled to the gates, telling him that he was too pretty to be among the other hardened Spartan soldiers. Astinos immediatley jested back, happy to have some interaction with a brother in arms. But Stellios was not blind, he could see quite clearly that the boy was plenty strong enough to fight alongside him. The muscles that shaped his body from his chest and back to his legs and arms gave testament to this. He could see the boy sleepng next to a fire from where he sat, the glow from his bare skin reaching him even there.

Was he really going to let himself die without seeing if this is the one thing he had been searching for. He could not stand the thought of watching Astinos fall or falling himself with out indulging in this simple pleasure. Jesting with the other man about homosexual tendancy was one thing but to share that with him was something else all together. They looked down on the Athenians, sneering at how they would spend the nights with each other. Sex in Sparta was only for the purpose of yielding more sons and daughters. For two men to lie together was useless in the eyes of their king. However, it was becoming more and more difficult for Stellios to stop himself staring at the other. This was truly someone worthy of sharing the battlefield as well as sharing the bed.

He had forced himself until now to keep his reserve around Astinos but a glance from the youth would send his emotions swirling and set his body on fire. The thing that caused him to lose sleep now was what had happened last night. Last night he had been sleeping peacfully by the fire with Astinos. He awoke in the middle of the night to the feel of something brushing over his chest. He shifted slightly still feigning sleep and saw a hand moving slowly over his muscles. Turning over he met Astinos's eyes and the younger man pulled his hand away ashamed and embarassed. He had apologized and Stellios had laughed at him telling him he only needed to ask. Astinos became defensive and made insulting excuses before turning away and sleeping again. It had taken Stellios nearly the rest of the night to recover from that and drift back into darkness.

He knew it was best to let these things pass, since they would all most likely die in a few days. But he could not manage to surpress the burning urge to drag Astinos from the campsite and without explaining anything force the youth to understand what he was doing to him. He rose slowly deciding that the best he could do was try to get sleep, even if it meant living with the torture for the remainder of his sure to be short life. He stopped when he looked down on the campsite, noticing that the spot the youth had occupied next to the central fire was now vacant. He was busy searching the area for a sign of the young man when Astinos's voice sounded from behind him.

"I'm not down there you know?" The proud tone made Stellios smirk as he turned, doing his best to hide the surge of burning desire that had just shot up his entire body. He could not stop his eyes before they had already taken in every inch of the toned skin in front of him.

"And who dear friend, says that I am searching for you?" He was determined not to show what the other was doing to him and he took a playful swing at him.

"Well your Persian lovers are not here yet" He dodged playfully and pushed a shoulder into the other. They continued wrestling playfully for a few more moments. Every brush of the skin screaming at Stellios to stop before he could not return to his composure. Astinos went along with evrything until he found himself pinning the other Spartan to the rock surface. The younger took in the position he was in holding the muscled arms, his knee conveniently placed between the others legs, feeling what he knew was an erection. Stellios was looking to the side still trying to playfully push the other off and attempting not to pay attention to the signals his body was sending.

Next thing Stellios registered was the fact that Astinos was now laying flat on top of him, the youths mouth roughly pressed to his own. His eyes became wide with shock at the fact that while he was attempting to hold everything back the object of his desire was coming on full force. When he did not respond to the kiss Astinos sat up suddenly looking mortified and apologizing fiercly. Stellios came to his senses just as the other was standing and heading back toward the mountain path. The elder jumped from where he lay and grasping both muscled arms firmly spun Astinos to reconnect the kiss with even more force. Astinos had no choice but to submit as Stellios plunged his tongue forward into his mouth.

Everything that Sparta had imprinted on him raged against what he was doing now, but Stellios pushed the voice of his king back and focused only on the one he held. Turning, he pressed Astinos against the rock wall of the hot gates continuing the hard kissing. Astinos moaned into his mouth as the youths hands slid over his back feeling every muscle he had. Stellios lifted his leg slightly to press the hardened section between the others legs and broke the kiss.

"You have no objections?" Stellios did not want to force the other into anything he would regret, for regret to a spartan is worse than anything in the world. The other answered only by begining the kissing again with more force and speed than before. Stellios continued for a few moments before slowly descending along the others body. He paused at Astinos's neck releasing the cape to the ground and sucking hard on the muscled skin, bringing the blood to the surface and biting tenderly at the warmth as the other moaned and wriggled between him and the stone. His hands gathered the others arms and pinned them above his head. His other hand traveled down the toned front and massaged the muscles there before continuing lower. He sucked harder at Astinos's neck while gripping the youths hardened legnth roughly in his hand and rubbing quickly. Astinos barley muffled the quick scream of pleasure to keep from waking the sleeping men below the cliff they were on.

Stellios moved his mouth lower to the others chest leaving a wet trail of saliva all the way down to the nipple he began to tease with his tongue and teeth. Biting gently, he pulled at the puckered nub causing Astinos to whimper and squirm in his grasp. Stellios squeezed his erection, pressing their bodies closer to still him reveling in the affect he was having on the other Spartan. To think that he could do this to one of the worlds greatest ost hardened warriors set his very core ablaze with desire and lust. He moved his hand roughly before undoing the straps holding up the small covering around Astinos's cock, freeing it to the frigid air around them. Trailing the length of the boys body with his tongue he stopped in front of the youths massive erection. He nipped at the head quickly causing shudders of pleasure to escape the others body.

Astinos's now free hands buried themselves in the others long hair as his member was completely taken in. The heat of Stellios's mouth nearly making him cum. Stellios took the younger man in to the hilt and then pulled back raking his teeth along the entire body before plunging again. His hands moved up the others stomach feeling the muscles rippling and supporting the other to keep him standing. He quickened his pace and held to swallow as the violent shudders in the others body signaled his release. He lowered Astinos to the ground and released the clasp on his own scarlet cape. Laying the cloth on the ground he rolled the other onto it as he undid the leather covering to free his own aching erection. Astinos's eyes were glazed from ecstasy and he barely moved his head to hold the others gaze.

Stellios smirked at his fellow soldier before lowering himself to the others groin and kissing it, bringing it to life once more. He wet one finger to loosen his partner, the look of the tight hole making him ache with anticipation. He slid one finger into Astinos and then another. Each digit causing the youth to buck his hips, back arched into the other. When he felt that the entrance was loose enough to decrease the pain he placed the tip of his erection at the hole and looked to his young lover. A nod from Astinos sent him plunging into the tight warmth and he covered Astinos's mouth with a kiss, keeping in the moans and screams. He held still for a moment even though he thought he might die from pleasure, trying to give the other time to adjust. Slowly he began to move, in and out keeping a steady pace with the squirms of the other beneath him as he kissed Astinos feverishly. The younger brought his legs up to wrap around the others back and held him to him with his arms wrapped around the others strong shoulders. Stellios braced his own body by resting his forearms on the rock floor as he quickened his pace. Each thrust brought a whimper, cry, or gasp from the smaller man beneath him. He pulled out slowly watching the others face as he rubbed over the sweet spot of soft flesh deep inside the others body. He held before shoving in to the hilt and causing a cry of ecstasy to spill out from the other. No longer caring if the others heard, Stellios was so lost in ecstasy as the fire inside came to an end and his vision went briefly white as he filled the other with his warm seed. Astinos tightened around him in his own release milking that last sweet drops from the tip and cuming all over their stomachs. Stellios pulled out slowly and began licking the remainders of Astinos's sweet release from their skin before covering the other trembling body with his own and kissing him feverishly.

The morning sun found them entwined on the cliff surface, wrapped in their scarlet capes. Three more hours of heavy love making had left them spent and sore. But they were Spartans, and they rose returning to the camp before the others awoke. No one knew and no one asked as they joined the phalaynx and marched into battle. Completing their destinies, fulfilled in the one night they had spent together.