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A Spartan's Shame
Title: A Spartan's Shame
Author: Agarwaenloth
Rating: R
Pairing: Stelios/Astinos, Astinos/Others
Warnings: Mention of rape, and of course, slash
Summary: King Leonidas is invited to Athens by Damasias, the newly instated Archon of Athens. He is, of course, escorted by his royal guard. However, a beautiful youth such as Astinos is not going to go unnoticed for long in a city that has been subject to anarchy for the better part of three years.
A/N: Small history lesson for you, which might help you understand the story better. It was actually expected for a youth such as Astinos to have a older, more experienced, and aristocratic lover, such as Stelios, who as part of the kings royal guard, probably came from an aristocratic family. And since Astinos was not married in the movie, I'm going to assume he was younger than twenty, because Spartan men were expected to marry and procreate at the age of 20. So in this fic, he's about 17, with Stelios being around 25. Oh, and their relationship will have already been established as well. Now, enough boring stuff, on with the fic!
Stelios looked around surreptiously at the once grand buildings of Athens. While Athens had never been as great of a city-state as Sparta, it had once been a thriving system. Their ridiculous dismissal of a monarchy and devotion to a flawed and twisted system of democracy had led to the state the were in today. Why King Leonidas even stooped low enough to accept the invitation from the Archon Damasias was beyond Stelios. It was obvious that the aged politician only wished to secure his power over his people.
Then again, perhaps that was Leonidas's reason. After all, anarchy in Athens could spell disaster for all of Greece were an invasion to come. One chink in the armor of Greece could send an arrow straight into her heart.
Speaking of hearts, he sneaked a glance at Astinos, standing calmly beside Dilios as Leonidas and Damasias exchanged greetings, long-winded on the Athenian's part, short and to the point from the Spartan King. In Spartan society, it would never do for him to openly flaunt his true affection for the youth, but most assumed it was there. As hard and proud as Spartans were and as heartless as their image was to the outside world, they themselves knew that they lived and loved as much as any Greek, Persian, Roman, or whatever.
Astinos caught him staring and smiled softly before securing the cold mask of a Spartan soldier onto his face. Stelios felt pride well within him as he looked upon the man his lover was fast becoming. He was beautiful, and apparently he wasn't the only one who noticed.
He growled inaudibly as he caught the lusting look on the faces of a group of rough looking Athenians. How dare they look at his Astinos in such a way! He narrowed his eyes at them. They would know the true might of a Spartan warrior if they even thought about actually touching his Astinos!
OoooOoooOoooO
Astinos tried not to let his anxiousness to get back to the inn that had been empty to accommodate Leonidas's guard. Leonidas himself was a guest in Damasias's house, with four Spartans there guarding him at all times. Astinos had been apart of that watch for the first half of the night. His three fellow Spartans had gone ahead without him when his father, who was part of the second guard, had asked for a word with him.
The streets of Athens were oddly deserted, making him all the more anxious to get back to the safety of his lover's arms. He was no fool. He had not missed the many glances that were cast his ways by some of the more unsavory citizens of Athens. He was willing to bet that even Stelios, who usually watched him like a hawk, hadn't noticed as many looks as he had. They made him uncomfortable, which he would never admit to of course. What kind of Spartan would he be if it was known that he let some spineless Athenians get to him?
Suddenly, he was grabbed roughly from behind. His cry of surprise was muffled by a greasy hand over his mouth. The hand was quickly replaced by a mouth as he was thrown against a wall. He struggled in vain as he was held down by two corpulant men as another assaulted his mouth with his tongue while letting his hands roam freely down his body.
For the first time in his life, Astinos cursed the customary uniform of the Spartan soldier. He wished longingly for the coverage of Athenian garments. Tears of pain and humiliation prickled at his eyes at the roughness of the men as the groping hands removed the small leather garment covering his groin and rear. His cape and weapons had long since been discarded, leaving him exposed and shaking with fear.
Fear? How pathetic was he? He was a Spartan for Aries's sake! This wasn't supposed to happen to him!
OoooOoooOoooO
Stelios frowned as he watched Dilios and two others enter the inn. Astinos was supposed to be with them.
"Dilios, where is Astinos?" he asked, not letting his apprehension be heard in his voice.
"The Captain wanted a word with him," he answered, knowing despite the younger man's nonchalant attitude that he was genuinely worried about the young soldier. "He shouldn't be too much longer."
As Dilios left him and the minutes ticked by, Stelios began to grow more worried about his lover. He couldn't take the wait any longer! He was going to find his wayward soldier.
OoooOoooOoooO
Astinos nearly sobbed in horror as he was visciously twisted around and his face was pressed against the wall. He shook his head, not knowing whether he was trying to get his attackers to stop or to deny that this was happening to him. Whatever his intent was, it had no effect on reality.
He tried to twist away as the man behind him pressed his manhood at his entrance. This, however, only resulted in his hips being caught in a bruising grip. He braced himself for the penetration that was to come, hating himself for letting him be put in this position. Stelios would never want to look at him after this. He would be shunned by not only his lover, but all of Sparta. Spartans were not supposed to be vulnerable, Spartans were not supposed to submit to the will of others, Spartans were not supposed to be raped!
A grunt of pain was heard behind him, followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground. The hands holding him suddenly released him. A brief clanging of swords was heard but quickly followed by the thumps of two more bodies.
Astinos suck to the ground, leaning against the wall, unconsciously trying to curl in on himself and hide from the world. He stiffened as arms wrapped around him, but relaxed an instant later as his lover's soothing voice bade him to sleep, that he was safe now.
OoooOoooOoooO
Stelios held Astinos close as he slept. It had not been too hard to sneak his sleeping lover up to his room without anyone seeing the state he was in, it was after all, well past midnight. Even the most boisterous Spartan had long since retired to bed.
His eyes blazed with fury at the thought of what had been done to his Astinos. The deaths of his attackers were far too quick to be truly satisfying to him. He had wanted to make them suffer, but his main concern at the time had been Astinos, his beautiful, young lover who deserved none of the abuse they had bestowed upon him. Stelios thanked the gods that he had arrived in time to stop them from inacting the ultimate attack on the youth.
He smiled as the younger man's eyes cracked open and looked up at him. He frowned as he shut them again and tried to turn away from him.
"Astinos?"
"How can you even look at me after what has happened?" he cried in shame. "I am weak. How could I let a few Athenians get the best of me? How could I let them nearly...?" He broke off with a sob, to his further humiliation.
"Hey," Stelios said forcefully, turning Astinos so that he had to face him. "You are not weak. Those Athenians were cowards who attacked you from behind and forced themselves on you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. As for me," he said, lifting his chin and making him look him in the eye. "I love you. I know that I've never told you that before, and I know that as Spartans we don't usually speak of such things, but I think this is an exception to such traditions. Nothing those bastards did to you or could have done to you can change that."
Astinos sagged against his lover in relief, lifting his head and reaching up to catch Stelios's mouth in a kiss. "Make me forget. Please."
Stelios needed no further prompting, wanting to erase all the touches those barbarians had left on his lover.
End
Author: Agarwaenloth
Rating: R
Pairing: Stelios/Astinos, Astinos/Others
Warnings: Mention of rape, and of course, slash
Summary: King Leonidas is invited to Athens by Damasias, the newly instated Archon of Athens. He is, of course, escorted by his royal guard. However, a beautiful youth such as Astinos is not going to go unnoticed for long in a city that has been subject to anarchy for the better part of three years.
A/N: Small history lesson for you, which might help you understand the story better. It was actually expected for a youth such as Astinos to have a older, more experienced, and aristocratic lover, such as Stelios, who as part of the kings royal guard, probably came from an aristocratic family. And since Astinos was not married in the movie, I'm going to assume he was younger than twenty, because Spartan men were expected to marry and procreate at the age of 20. So in this fic, he's about 17, with Stelios being around 25. Oh, and their relationship will have already been established as well. Now, enough boring stuff, on with the fic!
Stelios looked around surreptiously at the once grand buildings of Athens. While Athens had never been as great of a city-state as Sparta, it had once been a thriving system. Their ridiculous dismissal of a monarchy and devotion to a flawed and twisted system of democracy had led to the state the were in today. Why King Leonidas even stooped low enough to accept the invitation from the Archon Damasias was beyond Stelios. It was obvious that the aged politician only wished to secure his power over his people.
Then again, perhaps that was Leonidas's reason. After all, anarchy in Athens could spell disaster for all of Greece were an invasion to come. One chink in the armor of Greece could send an arrow straight into her heart.
Speaking of hearts, he sneaked a glance at Astinos, standing calmly beside Dilios as Leonidas and Damasias exchanged greetings, long-winded on the Athenian's part, short and to the point from the Spartan King. In Spartan society, it would never do for him to openly flaunt his true affection for the youth, but most assumed it was there. As hard and proud as Spartans were and as heartless as their image was to the outside world, they themselves knew that they lived and loved as much as any Greek, Persian, Roman, or whatever.
Astinos caught him staring and smiled softly before securing the cold mask of a Spartan soldier onto his face. Stelios felt pride well within him as he looked upon the man his lover was fast becoming. He was beautiful, and apparently he wasn't the only one who noticed.
He growled inaudibly as he caught the lusting look on the faces of a group of rough looking Athenians. How dare they look at his Astinos in such a way! He narrowed his eyes at them. They would know the true might of a Spartan warrior if they even thought about actually touching his Astinos!
OoooOoooOoooO
Astinos tried not to let his anxiousness to get back to the inn that had been empty to accommodate Leonidas's guard. Leonidas himself was a guest in Damasias's house, with four Spartans there guarding him at all times. Astinos had been apart of that watch for the first half of the night. His three fellow Spartans had gone ahead without him when his father, who was part of the second guard, had asked for a word with him.
The streets of Athens were oddly deserted, making him all the more anxious to get back to the safety of his lover's arms. He was no fool. He had not missed the many glances that were cast his ways by some of the more unsavory citizens of Athens. He was willing to bet that even Stelios, who usually watched him like a hawk, hadn't noticed as many looks as he had. They made him uncomfortable, which he would never admit to of course. What kind of Spartan would he be if it was known that he let some spineless Athenians get to him?
Suddenly, he was grabbed roughly from behind. His cry of surprise was muffled by a greasy hand over his mouth. The hand was quickly replaced by a mouth as he was thrown against a wall. He struggled in vain as he was held down by two corpulant men as another assaulted his mouth with his tongue while letting his hands roam freely down his body.
For the first time in his life, Astinos cursed the customary uniform of the Spartan soldier. He wished longingly for the coverage of Athenian garments. Tears of pain and humiliation prickled at his eyes at the roughness of the men as the groping hands removed the small leather garment covering his groin and rear. His cape and weapons had long since been discarded, leaving him exposed and shaking with fear.
Fear? How pathetic was he? He was a Spartan for Aries's sake! This wasn't supposed to happen to him!
OoooOoooOoooO
Stelios frowned as he watched Dilios and two others enter the inn. Astinos was supposed to be with them.
"Dilios, where is Astinos?" he asked, not letting his apprehension be heard in his voice.
"The Captain wanted a word with him," he answered, knowing despite the younger man's nonchalant attitude that he was genuinely worried about the young soldier. "He shouldn't be too much longer."
As Dilios left him and the minutes ticked by, Stelios began to grow more worried about his lover. He couldn't take the wait any longer! He was going to find his wayward soldier.
OoooOoooOoooO
Astinos nearly sobbed in horror as he was visciously twisted around and his face was pressed against the wall. He shook his head, not knowing whether he was trying to get his attackers to stop or to deny that this was happening to him. Whatever his intent was, it had no effect on reality.
He tried to twist away as the man behind him pressed his manhood at his entrance. This, however, only resulted in his hips being caught in a bruising grip. He braced himself for the penetration that was to come, hating himself for letting him be put in this position. Stelios would never want to look at him after this. He would be shunned by not only his lover, but all of Sparta. Spartans were not supposed to be vulnerable, Spartans were not supposed to submit to the will of others, Spartans were not supposed to be raped!
A grunt of pain was heard behind him, followed by the thump of a body hitting the ground. The hands holding him suddenly released him. A brief clanging of swords was heard but quickly followed by the thumps of two more bodies.
Astinos suck to the ground, leaning against the wall, unconsciously trying to curl in on himself and hide from the world. He stiffened as arms wrapped around him, but relaxed an instant later as his lover's soothing voice bade him to sleep, that he was safe now.
OoooOoooOoooO
Stelios held Astinos close as he slept. It had not been too hard to sneak his sleeping lover up to his room without anyone seeing the state he was in, it was after all, well past midnight. Even the most boisterous Spartan had long since retired to bed.
His eyes blazed with fury at the thought of what had been done to his Astinos. The deaths of his attackers were far too quick to be truly satisfying to him. He had wanted to make them suffer, but his main concern at the time had been Astinos, his beautiful, young lover who deserved none of the abuse they had bestowed upon him. Stelios thanked the gods that he had arrived in time to stop them from inacting the ultimate attack on the youth.
He smiled as the younger man's eyes cracked open and looked up at him. He frowned as he shut them again and tried to turn away from him.
"Astinos?"
"How can you even look at me after what has happened?" he cried in shame. "I am weak. How could I let a few Athenians get the best of me? How could I let them nearly...?" He broke off with a sob, to his further humiliation.
"Hey," Stelios said forcefully, turning Astinos so that he had to face him. "You are not weak. Those Athenians were cowards who attacked you from behind and forced themselves on you. You have nothing to be ashamed of. As for me," he said, lifting his chin and making him look him in the eye. "I love you. I know that I've never told you that before, and I know that as Spartans we don't usually speak of such things, but I think this is an exception to such traditions. Nothing those bastards did to you or could have done to you can change that."
Astinos sagged against his lover in relief, lifting his head and reaching up to catch Stelios's mouth in a kiss. "Make me forget. Please."
Stelios needed no further prompting, wanting to erase all the touches those barbarians had left on his lover.
End