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Eurylochus lay in his cabin for only the gods knew how long. The crew, especially him and his captain, had been through...a lot, to say the least. They had lost many soldiers, one of them being Polites, oh gods, Polites... How Eurylochus truly missed him. The man was sure Odysseus felt the same.
A lot has happened ever since the Trojan War. They were running out of food to eat, so they settled down on an island, only to leave swiftly because of a damn cyclops and its friends. There was a huge storm, and the windbag... He shouldn't have opened the windbag... It led them right to Poseidon, who was, quite unfortunately, the father of that cyclop. What a coincidence. Poseidon killed most of their crew, leaving only 43 soldiers because they were in the captain's ship, and the god wanted to kill the rest of them off. Odysseus, thank gods, managed to get them away from the sea god's grasp by opening the windbag again and letting the rest of the wind blow them into some island. They managed to survive Poseidon, but the price was getting further away from Ithaca.
Short summary of what happened on that island in Eurylochus' point of view: he and some of the crewmates ventured the island and there was this...nymph? Goddess? After she turned the said crewmates into literal pigs, the man decided to just call her a witch. He ran back to the ship, told Odysseus about what happened, and the captain went to battle the mysterious woman, himself. How he managed to defeat and convince her to let them go, Eurylochus would never know.
It was night, and they just left that weird island. Eurylochus was pondering over what had happened and all of his mistakes. He became dizzy as he swam in his thoughts. He was the reason why they were led right to Poseidon. He was the reason why most of their men were killed. All because he opened that windbag since those...creatures tempted him to.
Eurylochus was hungry. The whole crew was hungry. It wouldn't be long until they would all collapse from hunger and exhaustion. They were all tired, all Eurylochus wanted to do was get back to Ithaca and lay down on a real, comfy bed and sleep forever. But he couldn't, he couldn't–
A knock on the door sent the man's thoughts into a screeching halt. The person who knocked opened the door, and it revealed no other than Odysseus.
"Eurylochus," he greeted. The man nodded in response. "Just came by to check on you."
Eurylochus only hummed and sat up on the barely comfy bed. His back ached in protest of his action, and he grunted. "I'm fine, captain. Peachy, but still alive."
Odysseus chuckled. "I told you, like, a hundred times already. You can stop calling me 'captain' when we're alone."
The other man only nodded, not really knowing how to reply to that.
After a few minutes of silence, Odysseus decided to strike a conversation. "But...are you really fine though? I mean, these past few years were...you know, a lot. Do you–"
"Yes, I am absolutely fine, cap– Odysseus," Eurylochus interrupted. "Absolutely fine."
The king of Ithaca frowned. "Well, you don't look like you're fine. When was the last time you got a good night's sleep, hm?"
"I should be asking you the same question," the other shot back, looking at Odysseus' deep bags under his dark brown eyes. The latter grinned a little.
"Touché."
Silence lingered again between the two men.
"You...want me to help you sleep peacefully?"
"How would you do that, Odysseus?"
"Sexual activities," the man said bluntly. If Eurylochus had been gulping down water, he would have spat it all out. He silently thanked the gods when he was able to force down the blush that almost made it to his features.
"What– Odysseus, you have a wife!"
Odysseus shrugged, raising both eyebrows. "So? There won't even be any feelings between us. This. Think about it! An orgasm is enough to get you tired. You'll be knocked out instantly!"
Realizing that there was absolutely no where out of this, Eurylochus groaned in defeat, making a satisfied smile appear on the other man's face. "Perfect. Lay down for me."
The second-in-command did just that, laying back down on his bed. Odysseus loomed over him with a heated grin, caging him by putting his hands on both sides of Eurylochus' head.
Eurylochus, with Odysseus' hair draping down his neck and forehead, thought he looked so much like Ctimene. In fact, if Odysseus shaved his beard, he would look exactly like his wife who was back in Ithaca. It makes sense, though, since they were siblings. Eurylochus wouldn't admit it, but he actually had feelings for his captain way before he met Ctimene. Sure, she was beautiful, kind, helpful, but his heart had always belonged to her brother. But before he could even tell Odysseus what he felt, the latter had already fallen for Penelope and married her. Hoping to get rid of his feelings, he married the king's sister instead, thinking she was almost identical to Odysseus anyway. But they never did. If anything, the feelings worsened as he became even closer to the captain by marrying the latter's sister.
His thoughts were interrupted once again by the same man that he was thinking about in the first place, by pushing his head down until their lips locked. Eurylochus was surprised at first, frozen in place, as stiff as a tree trunk. After his mind finally processed what was happening, Eurylochus slowly kissed back. His body shuddered as he felt Odysseus' tongue licking his bottom lip, asking for an entrance. Eurylochus opened his mouth slightly and allowed the captain's tongue to enter his mouth.
The man writhed beneath Odysseus. The tongue explored every inch of his mouth. They both pulled away for a breath, mostly for the sake of Eurylochus not to faint.
Odysseus began to suck on his neck, making him grunt at the suction and the pressure. After every mark, Odysseus licked, occasionally nipping as well. The man underneath him began to breathe in short, uneven breaths. The color red flushed his cheeks and ears, spreading down his neck. The room began to feel hot as time went on.
"Odysseus..." Eurylochus gasped out as Odysseus gave one harsh suck on his collarbone. "M-more."
"Hmm? More of what, exactly?" Odysseus smirked against his skin, teasing the other.
Eurylochus groaned. "More...please just... Get on with it, Odysseus. Just f-fuck me..."
With a chuckle, Odysseus tugged off the tunic that was clinging onto Eurylochus. The man lifted his body to help with him. "So needy," Odysseus murmured, kissing his shoulder. "How adorable..."
Eurylochus whined at the attention, feeling his dick starting to harden. "Shut up..."
He gasped as Odysseus began to kiss down on his chest, licking and sucking on his nipple while twisting and pinching the other. "O-Ody..." He moaned.
Odysseus hummed and, after a while, finally lets go of the nipples. He began to kiss down, caressing Eurylochus' happy trail. He came face to face with the man's half-hard cock, and began to stroke it, causing Eurylochus to gasp out and release his loudest moan of the night yet. He slapped a hand over his mouth, biting down on the palm to keep himself from making any more loud noises that might leave the crew curious and get them caught.
The stroking began to pick up its pace, leaving Eurylochus blushing hard and a few huffs escaped from the palm that was covering his mouth. Soon enough, Odysseus used his mouth, his tongue licking the shaft from its base to its head, sucking slightly. Pre-cum began to dribble down Eurylochus' cock. The man in question grabbed a handful of the captain's hair and pulled a little, Odysseus hissing from the sting on his scalp. He swallowed down the shaft, and Eurylochus yelped, his back arching.
"Ody– Odysseus! Oh g-gods–" Eurylochus writhed around, debating whether or not he would scramble away from the intense pleasure on his body or to beg for more. Odysseus just bobbed his head up and down, increasing his pace. The buffer man threw his head back, biting his lip so hard it actually bled, and he could taste the metallic liquid.
Odysseus granted the other man mercy and took the dick out of his mouth. Eurylochus took this as an opportunity to breathe, taking as much air as possible to fill up his empty lungs. Odysseus kissed him again, their tongues dangling together in a dance, a battle for dominance.
Of course, the king won that little battle between them, and Eurylochus willingly gave in. The latter wrapped his arms around Odysseus, clinging onto his back, and pulled him closer. Odysseus' hand went back down to his cock, stroking it at a slow pace. Eurylochus' nails dug onto his back and he grunted. He swallowed every moan Eurylochus made as he kissed him fiercely.
Eurylochus pulled away from the kiss, gasping. Odysseus sat up and took off his own tunic, sighing in relief as his own cock sprang out, already leaking pre-cum. The other man looked down at the length and gulped audibly. He knew he didn't need to worry, quite confident that Odysseus wouldn't hurt him, but the size still made him nervous. Odysseus noticed this and pressed a reassuring kiss on his forehead.
The captain brought up three fingers, resting them on his bottom lip. "Suck," Odysseus ordered softly, and who was Eurylochus to deny? He parted his lips and slowly sucked on the fingers, his tongue twirling on the digits. When Odysseus felt they were wet enough, he pulled out the fingers and lined his index up on Eurylochus' entrance.
"Breathe for me," he murmured.
Eurylochus did just that, taking a deep breath. He forced his body to relax as he continued to cling onto Odysseus. His breathing rhythm faltered for a second as he felt the finger breach the tight muscle of his entrance. The man bit his lip, groaning silently at the feeling of the digital wiggling in his hole.
Odysseus whispered reassuring words into his ear to calm him down, and it did help. After he felt that Eurylochus had adjusted to the feeling, he slowly pulled the digit out and plunged it in again. Eurylochus' breath hitched, and he dug his heels to the bed, not sure if he should escape the pleasure or ask more of it.
One finger turned into two, and Odysseus was now scissoring the other man. He kissed him again, teeth and tongue clashing together. Eurylochus began to feel dizzy; the kissing, the fingering, everything was beginning to feel too much.
The digits inside him curled, the tips dragging onto his walls as if searching for something. Then, Eurylochus felt it. A bolt of electricity shot through his whole body, going to his cock, that was dripping like a fountain at this point. Eurylochus arched his back with a silent scream. Odysseus, with his free hand, pinned Eurylochus down by his hips with a sly smirk.
"B-bastard..." Eurylochus panted out when he saw the smirk on Odysseus' face. His muscular legs shook as he took a breath to calm himself down. "What was...that?"
"Your prostate," Odysseus answered with a shrug, angling his fingers to that area again and pressed on it. Another shot of pleasure ran through Eurylochus and he let out a very uncharacteristic high pitched moan.
"Odysseus– haahh..." Tears began to prickle in the corner of Eurylochus' eyes as Odysseus continued to assault his prostate. "Ngh!"
Odysseus was also panting, a dark blush blooming on his cheeks as he looked at Eurylochus' lewd expressions, all his reactions on the certain things that his fingers do. He licked his dry lips, entering another finger.
The three fingers stretch Eurylochus a bit too long for the latter's liking, wanting to have the main thing now. "Odysseus," he, honest to the gods, didn't whine. "Just...just put it in, already!"
Odysseus huffed, a breathy chuckle escaping his kiss bitten lips. "Okay, okay. So impatient."
"Shut up and do it already...!"
"Alright, sweet thing," Eurylochus' heart, in fact, didn't skip a beat at the nickname, no sir.
Spitting a generous amount of saliva onto his hand, Odysseus spread it on his length, shivering at the contact. He lined himself up on Eurylochus' rim, the second-in-command gripping the sheets below him. As Odysseus entered, Eurylochus inhaled shakily, his teeth gritting together. Odysseus went in slowly, stopping every time Eurylochus had an uncomfortable expression on his face. Soon enough, he bottomed out inside the other man.
Eurylochus was whimpering, forgetting all the other things except for Odysseus' cock inside him, dragging against his walls. He tried to reach down, tried to grip his own length, but the captain gripped both of his wrists and pinned them next to his head. Eurylochus gasped at the action. It turned into a keen as Odysseus pounded into him, starting off slow but then increasing in pace. The man underneath wrapped his legs around Odysseus' waist, his back bent like a bow with its string pulled. The king craned his neck downward, attacking the other man's neck, kissing, biting, and licking every inch of skin he could find.
Eurylochus moaned into the air, loud and whiney. He forgot about the crew, forgot about the windbag, forgot about everything except Odysseus.
"O-OH, oh gods! Ngh, Ody– ah, haah," the man moaned out as he felt Odysseus thrust right onto his prostate. Pleasure shook his body as he clenched around the shaft that was in him. Odysseus grunted, bracing himself at the sensation he felt on his dick.
"Captain!" Odysseus froze for a second, looking at Eurylochus with lust, hunger and surprise. Eurylochus has blushed as red as a tomato despite his dark complexion. He didn't know what he was thinking, screaming the name.
"...say that again."
Now Eurylochus was the one who looked surprised. "What?"
"Say. That. Again," each pause was a thrust that caught Eurylochus off guard, and he grunted in each one. "Call me captain again."
"C-captain–!" Odysseus growled, and bit Eurylochus' shoulder. The latter cried out, his eyes rolling back. Odysseus lets go of Eurylochus' wrists, and the latter immediately digs his nails on Odysseus' shoulders. "Cap– oh, please!"
The king felt his orgasm incoming. "Again," another thrust. Eurylochus' head fell back and he whined. "Captain!"
Odysseus, not wanting to be the first to finish, used his hand to grip Eurylochus' shaft and started to stroke fast. Eurylochus couldn't take it anymore. He could feel it, burning pleasure, just a little more–
"Ah, ah, AH! Cumming– ODYSSEUS!" With a loud scream, Eurylochus' vision turned black as he came, strings of white coming out of his slit and staining both his and the other man's stomach and chest. His hole clenched, and Odysseus groaned as his own orgasm followed suit, cumming inside Eurylochus, his Eurylochus, and basically collapsed on top of him.
They stayed in that position for a bit, Odysseus laying his head on Eurylochus' chest, both bathing the aftershocks of what just happened. Eurylochus was twitching and panting, staring at the ceiling of his cabin. Odysseus finally pulled out slowly, his cum dripping out of Eurylochus' entrance, making the man blush and cover his face in the crook of his elbow. Odysseus smiled and pressed a kiss on his forehead, laying down beside him.
"Feel a bit better?" He asked.
Eurylochus nodded. He had a feeling his voice was going to be raspy tomorrow, and his body would probably be sore and aching. But it was alright, he was more than alright.
They both were too lazy to get up and clean themselves, so they just closed their eyes and slept until late the next day.