Sacrifice for love.

Sacrifice for love.

By: Muse of Anon.

Summary: Look I really don’t want to give to much away… everything will be clear in chapter two but this is set during the fight between Hector and Achilles. M/M so if you don’t like don’t read!!!

Pairing: Achilles/?

Rating: NC-17

A/N: I have been trying to write this for over a year. Don’t know why it decided to emerge now but here it finally is.


Chapter one.
Fighting a god.


Achilles stood before the doors of Troy filled with rage and the need to slaughter his cousin’s murderer. He roared the hated name again “Hector!” Finally, the doors opened and his armored opponent stepped forth from under the protection of the great citadel. He continued moving forward until there was the designated space to a proper battle between two left between them.

The brave son of Troy opened his lips and words of great strength fell from the flesh petals. “I’ve seen this moment in my dreams. I’ll make a pact with you. With the Gods as out witnesses… let us pledge that the winner will allow the loser all the proper funeral rituals.”

“There are no pacts between lions and men.” The man before him stabbed his spear into the sandy soil slowly reaching up and removed his helmet. “Now you know who you’re fighting.” He tossed aside his helmet. Hector’s eyes widened at the hate in both the warriors voice and chilling blue eyes, yet he did not remove his helm. This incensed the man before him. “You show me disrespect, take off your helmet.”

The blond before him snarled and grabbed his embedded spear and pulled it from the ground. “I thought it was you I was fighting yester day. And I whish it had been you. But I gave the dead boy the honor he deserved.”

“You gave his the honor of your sword. You won’t have eyes tonight. You won’t have ears or a tongue. You will wander the underworld blind, deaf and dumb, and all the dead will know: This is Hector, the fool who thought he killed Achilles.” He bared his teeth; unlike a smile, this showed his fury. “Now remove your helmet, or I shall remove it for you.”

The approached each other the flaxen haired warrior feinted both right and left before thrusting his spear at the brunette’s throat. Hector leaned back just in time to miss becoming impaled on the jabbing weapon. The shield of Achilles rang against Hector’s forcing the younger man back a step. Achilles followed his momentum by swinging around his opponent gaining speed; he lunged into the air spear ready for the taste to Trojan blood, only to be blocked by the Horse-tamers shield.

Andromache watched from the rampart with Priam, Helen and the many advisors. Her eyes were wet with unshed tears as she watched the battle going on below her.

The warriors both swung at the other and blocked with their mighty shields, one particular close miss hit the cheek shield of Hectors helmet forcing it to slide slightly, with a shake of his head it righted itself realigning with his face. Before his next charge, Achilles noticed a dark smudge across both cheeks.

Hector swung his spear forcing the Myrmidon leader to lean back in an impressive arch. Achilles thrust his spear forward again, Hector leaned back and a tiny clink could be heard as the tip of the spear glanced off the end of Hector’s nose guard. Above then King Priam swelled with pride watching his eldest son fight this demon of a man with such skill.

Achilles split the Trojan’s spear forcing the prince to toss away his damaged lance. The younger man readied himself swinging his round shield connecting it against the jabbing spear. Hector was able to break the pole-arm and pulled his sword out lunging forward into an attack as Achilles pulled his own sword and spun to counter attach. The clang of metal was almost deafening. The parried attacks until the blond with a jab to Hector’s defensive arm forced him to stagger back.

The darker colored man was breathing heavy as if he was used to such an attack, while the lighter colored man was hardly sweating. Andromache watched as the Prince of Troy swung his shield to knock aside the Greeks sword. They passed swings only hitting shields or the ground until the Myrmidon thrust his elbow into the nose guard of the price. There was a sickening cracking noise as the delicate nose broke from the force. Blood poured down from the face of Troy’s champion. “You should have removed your helmet.”

The invader jumped towards the defender and thrust his sword against the shield decorated with horses. The strong lion like man kept forcing the Prince back; he refused to give back the ground that Hector tried to gain, only forcing him back farther. Hector in fit of fury swung his sword with all his strength scratching the breastplate of the man before him. He thrust his arm out becoming trapped between hard body and shield. Then the beast turned his shield forcing the arm back bending the man backwards. Achilles tried to stab the trapped man only to be blocked. He kicked the offending man away from him making the noble prince catch his heel against a rock.

Hector fell to the ground coughing as dust surged into his throat. Overhead Andromache turned and fell not being able to watch, Helen raced to her hoping to offer some sort of comfort, only to strengthen the other woman’s grief.

“Get up Prince of Troy.” Achilles circled the crawling man. Each movement brought Hector closer to a weapon that he could use against this brute. “Get up. I won’t let a stone take my glory.” The blond dropped his shield and moved towards the heavily breathing man. Hector held both a spear end and his sword tightly in his hands and stood to face his attacker.

Achilles joined Hector in battle once more and during an amazing spin swept his blade across the soft supple part of Hectors upper thigh, reopening a cut already there. Hector lunged and Achilles pushed him back, in the same move he ripped, the spear tip from the winded mans hand. He brought his sword to ring against the other with such force it pushed the Trojan to his knees. He reared back the spear and thrust it into the face of the kneeling man.

Andromache heard the gasp of Priam and felt Helen shake. Her eyes opened to see a new comer on the balcony; tears forced themselves from her as she pleaded with the woman before her. “Oh Helen forgive me.”

“I should be asking that of you sister.”

“No, for I have made you a widow.” Upon hearing this the King of Troy spun around to look at his distraught daughter-in-law only for his eyes to fall upon his eldest son, in the blue of Troy looking confused.

It took only a moment for Priam to spin around again and scream the name of the man kneeling outside the gates of his home, his youngest son. “PARIS!” Both father and brother called for the gods’ favored child. Achilles smirked upon hearing the grief he had caused them pulling the spear upwards and jerking of the helmet of the false champion of Troy. Again, the name was shouted from above, for this was indeed the youngest prince of Troy… Paris. He brought up the heel of his sword and slammed it into the temple of the fallen boy. He picked up the unconscious prince and carried him toward his chariot. Roughly dropping the body at his feet, he prepared to leave. The shocked family watching as their most beautiful child was being stolen.

“Know this! Paris, Prince of Troy is dead! This boy is Paris, Slave to Achilles!” Not looking back, he snapped the reigns and was pulled away from the many screams to return the foolish prince.

To Be Continued.


A/N: I know I've already said this but I have wanted to post this for years. Man it feels good to get this out there.