Troy/Iliad fanfiction

Hector/Paris, NC-17

Summary: In Paris’s mind for a few moments after the end of The Skills of a Warrior.

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“You have won both sides of the contest,” Paris purred, “using the skills of a warrior. A complete rout.”

He tried to turn over, but Hector pressed down on him, preventing him from moving.

“The contest is far from over.”

Hector pulled at him until Paris was on his back and Paris’s breath caught as Hector’s huge body surged over him.

Hector slid his hands under the back of Paris’s knees and in one fluid motion pushed his knees up, and hooked his legs over his shoulders.

Then he slowly pressed down, pressing Paris’s knees into his chest. Paris felt his body melting under his brother’s hot weight, and moaned heatedly in submission.

Hector’s breathing was slow and deep as he slid an arm underneath Paris and pushed up, until his hand sank into Paris’s curls. Paris pushed back into his hand, keening as he felt Hector’s fingers grip and pull gently, firmly.

Paris burned, inside and out, feeling Hector’s controlled anger like a tangible force. With Hector in such a state, Paris knew he could take his punishment all night.

He felt the power of the goddess coursing through him, taking form in the shape of his body, opening his mind and filling it to overflow with Hector’s smell, weight, strength. Against his skin he felt the long cords of Hector’s muscles pressing and sliding, and inside his mind their flesh fused, and he submerged into his brother.

He twisted his head slowly against Hector’s gripping hand, his scalp awash in sensation. This was the only thing he desired in his life, floating in Hector’s hot embrace, knowing by his gifts he could make himself reach his peak whenever he wished, or delay it for as long as he desired.

“Hector…” he moaned softly, in love.

But suddenly Hector’s wet finger was pressing into him, stroking up on the tight knot of pleasure inside him. At the same moment Hector pulled on his hair, pulling his head back, and Paris felt the unfamiliar heat of Hector’s full lips sucking against his nipple... and Paris shot to his climax.

Clutching anywhere he could, surprised and unable to breathe, he erupted in short gasps, spurting his seed against Hector’s stomach for an eternity.

And when his head cleared, Paris stared up wide-eyed at Hector, shaking quietly. Never before had he lost control of himself.

His heart constricted in his chest and his hand flew up and gripped Hector’s russet locks spilling forward over his shoulder.

Hector pried Paris’s fingers lose, perfectly calm in the lessons he meant to teach, and pushed Paris on to his side.

Paris turned, and closed his eyes, and prayed the night would never end.

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