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Patroclus sat bored and alone in a prison cell beneath Troy. Hektor had defeated him in battle, but for whatever reason took him prisoner and not his life. They hadn't even bothered to chain him up. He was simply stripped of Achilles’ armor and tossed in. There is only an old sleeping roll in the corner and a bucket presumably to be used as a toilet. Despite the shitty situation, Patroclus is not at all afraid. He knows that his beloved will stop at nothing to get him back and in the meantime he just has to stay calm and avoid pissing off any Trojans. Should be rather easy.
He raises his head as the door to his cell swings open and Hektor steps in, closing it behind him. Pat wonders if this will be torture or interrogation as he takes in the beautiful sight before him. Though he may never admit it to them aloud, he always found Trojans to be quite the gift to the eye. The rumors of the Trojan prince having striking patches of white across his body prove to be true as Patroclus looks over the cloud-like marks as if they are a gift from the gods before landing his gaze to meet the warring shades of Hektor’s irises.
“I think you know why I'm here,” Hektor states, hoping his prisoner won't mock his appearance to the point that he’ll have to take drastic measures because he doesn't think he can.
Patroclus only sighs, it truly is a tragedy that the artpiece before him must be his enemy, “Why do I continue to live, Prince?”
Hektor narrows his eyes at Patroclus’ nonchalance. He was hoping the Achaian would at least act afraid, but alas, “You are beloved of the son of Peleus, are you not? When revealed to not be who you claimed opportunities arose for ransom. You are more valuable alive than dead. You need not fear as I do not intend to bring you harm with Achilles enraged as he is,” Hektor shrugs, but Patroclus catches the smallest bit of fear that slips out when the demigod is mentioned.
Patroclus suddenly smirks as an idea forms in his head and he stands up which leads Hektor to tense and put his guard back up, “Don't think I will not make you submit if need be, Achaian,” Hektor threatens, not seeming to realize how odd his choice of words are.
“Oh, both you and I know that you merely bluff. You wouldn't lay an unkind finger on my lest you invoke Achilles’ anger more than you already have. You'd do well to treat me as a guest, Hektor,” Patroclus says as he steps closer, but Hektor is stationary.
Hektor scoffs and turns to the cell door, trying to regain control over the situation. He is still tense as he speaks, unable to hide the strain in his voice, “Right you may be, but remember who bested you in battle.”
Hektor reaches for the door before Patroclus calls out, “You're hard, Prince.”
Hektor freezes. Then he turns.
“I am not!”
Pat stifles a laugh, “Yes you are. Why might that be?” he teases.
Hektor grumbles and takes a step towards him, but Patroclus doesn't falter even as Hektor begins to raise his voice, “It is not because of you, Argive! It is a natural bodily function and I will not let a man like you shame me for something I have no control over!”
Hiding his amusement well, Patroclus responds, “I never claimed to be the reason for your erection, Hektor. You are the one who suggested such a cause. And whether it is your fault or not, there is no reason to reject your mortal needs.”
There's silence between them for a few moments before a now red-faced Hektor stammers out a quick, “What?”
“As your guest I would be delighted to help you as I am sure you do not want to bother your dear wife with such intimate matters when she is already stressed enough as is, correct?” As much as Patroclus only truly wants Achilles he knows that this will be a story to tell if he plays his cards right. Besides, it's not as if both he and his other half do not tell each other everything including which of Priam's sons would have the best mouth(although Paris won that one, Hektor was concluded by them to have the best ass).
Standing there awkwardly, Hektor thinks back to Andromache for a moment. He loves her and he always will, but she has always been more reluctant in the bed which he has learnt to accept. It has never been that he was not good enough nor that she was afraid, but she simply seemed to lack the desire to do such things and saw it as more of a chore. She only really engaged in such acts for him and to bear children. Multiple times she has told him that she would not mind if he occasionally takes another partner to simply relieve himself as she does not limit their relationship to physical intimacy, but in his loyalty Hektor has refrained from doing so. He wonders if she would be disappointed that he wants to make use of this permission for the first time only to lay with a man.
He is then knocked from his thoughts by Patroclus’ voice, “Hektor. You are yet to accept or deny my offer. And if Troy is as hospitable as they say you ought to make your guests happy. And you know what would make me happy?” Patroclus has moved closer and before Hektor knows it he is backed against the wall as the Achaian whispers in his ear, “You letting me show you what Achilles loves so much.”
Hektor's breath hitches and his face burns as Patroclus’ knee moves between his legs and rubs his crotch. Hektor should never have come down here without his armor. He was a fool for thinking Patroclus would be weak or afraid, but he wasn't stupid enough to not always have a knife on him. He reaches and takes the small blade from his hip, but Patroclus grabs his wrist.
“Drop it.”
And Hektor obeys, the dagger hitting the stone floor of the cell with a clatter. He doesn't know why, but something about the calm command in the Greek’s voice has him following like a damn dog. Hektor knows he could easily break out of the other man's hold and end this, but he doesn't.
“Good boy. Just let me help you, Hektor. Okay?” Patroclus keeps his voice calm and gentle which makes Hektor relax and nod.
Patroclus smiles softly, “Tell me, Prince. Should I suck you or fuck you?” he asks with a teasing grin that has Hektor swooning.
“I...I uhm...I have never…been…taken like that…” Hektor trails off nervously.
“Fucked or sucked?”
Shocked by the other man's boldness, Hektor manages to reply only after a moment, “F-fucked.”
Patroclus nods, “Ah, I see. I suppose it would be foolish to start with something so strong then—”
“No!” Hektor immediately clamps his mouth shut at the blunt words he blurted out.
“What?” Patroclus asks, confused, but not annoyed.
Hektor quickly gathers his thoughts before explaining, “I simply meant that…that I would like to try it…being…being on the receiving end, as they say…”
There is a silence from the Greek and Hektor begins to think that he has been too vulnerable with his enemy, but before he can put his walls back up Patroclus’ lips capture Hektor’s like an army might a city. The son of Priam feels as if his body is now set aflame just as his kingdom might be if he cannot find an end to this war soon. Before he knows it, Hektor has opened up his gates and allowed Patroclus to slide them down the wall to the ground, biting and sulking at the Prince's bottom lip as he undoes the knots of their garments.
The Prince of Troy lets out a gasp as Patroclus starts to palm his already painfully hard cock and also uses this to push his tongue into Hektor’s mouth. Hektor whines pitifully as Patroclus pulls back from the kiss to look down in between them and starts stroking his own member to life, which for Hektor is truly a sight to see. Swallowing his immediate panic then choking on it, Hektor mutters, “B-by the gods…You…You won’t put that in dry, will you?”
Patroclus just laughs, shaking his head, “Of course not! I’m not Achilles,” he holds his hand out and ignoring the implication that the son of Peleus likes to fuck raw, Hektor spits onto Patroclus’ palm and watches as the man uses the saliva to lube himself and then holds two fingers to Hektor’s mouth which he shamefully starts to suck.
“Such a good boy…” he curls his fingers to make Hektor gag and then pulls them out, immediately reaching down and slipping one inside the Trojan. Hektor groans and grimaces, “Does this not disgust you?”
“Not at all. Achilles and I do it all the time—”
“No, no…I meant…touching me like this…Aren’t I…dirty…?”
The Prince’s words leave Patroclus wide-eyed, “What soul has bewitched you to say such things? You hold both the sea and sky as well as the most fertile soils in your gaze. The gods have engraved their power into your flesh in the form of clouds and constellations. How can it be that even those most blinded by folly are not overcome by such a sight to behold?”
Hektor just sits there frozen yet he feels like his face is melting off.
“I…I meant that I am yet to pay a visit to the baths today.”
An awkward silence falls over the two men before Patroclus clears his throat, “Ah, my apologies. To ease your worries I am simply more concerned for your comfort than cleanliness at the moment,” he shrugs slightly and resumes stretching Hektor open, adding another finger and making the man beneath him gasp.
“But why do you show such care to your enemy?”
“Why do you question the things that bring you comfort?”
“Because comfort is often misleading.”
Patroclus slows his movements, “Why do you believe this is so?”
Hektor grunts and adjusts his position a bit, “Man is selfish. We do what is necessary to get what we want in the end. We help those who need it until it becomes an inconvenience. We never truly do anything out of the kindness of our hearts, we do it because it makes us feel like we are better than we are. Even in sacrifice we do it for those we were made to fight for. We do it for the glory—”
The brutal truth is stopped as Patroclus uses his thumb to wipe one of hektor’s tears. He hadn’t even realized he had been crying.
“Right you are, but…you shouldn’t have to feel selfish for caring about yourself, Hektor. You’re allowed to want happiness.”
Hektor shakes his head, willing his tears to cease and failing. Again. He has failed. He is a failure. What kind of warrior lets his legs spread for the enemy? He is a traitor to lay with someone who has taken the lives of his brothers. Even worse is to be willing and enjoy it. A part of him wishes he was being forced. At least then he wouldn't feel like he's betraying his entire reason for life. He can't let himself feel good. It doesn't feel right anymore. It doesn't feel natural. He doesn't feel like he deserves it. He's a soldier, not a man.
“I am a weapon—”
“You are a human being.”
Pat seems to know just what to say to leave Hektor speechless, but such an obvious statement shouldn’t be part of that. It shouldn’t have to.
“So please,” Patroclus tucks a loose strand of Hektor’s hair behind his ear, “Let me treat you like one.”
Though still unable to form words, Hektor nods and patroclus removes his fingers. He places his hands on Hektor’s thighs to hook them around his waist before pushing in, “Is this alright?” he asks and gets a little nod in response once the tip of Pat’s cock is squeezed in.
Giving Hektor time to adjust as he slowly fills him inch by inch, Patroclus whispers soothing words into the Trojan’s ear, “Shh…deep breaths, Hektor…just relax.”
Despite his attempts to stay calm Hektor is suddenly hit with a jolt of pleasure as stars fill his field of view.
“I see that I have found your prostate,’ Patroclus chuckles and thrusts a little harder, “How does it feel?”
When not given a clear reply, he stops moving which causes Hektor to whine, “W-why did you stop?”
Patroclus furrows his brows sympathetically, “Hektor, I need to give me continuous consent. A simple nod should suffice, but you have to tell me if anything hurts or makes you uncomfortable and not in a good way.”
Once again, Hektor is left speechless. He of course always checked to see if Andromache was feeling loved, but he never knew how good it felt to actually be safe. He is safe. For the first time in almost a decade he actually feels safe. It’s ironic that he finds such solace in the arms of his enemy, but gods if he didn’t love this.
Realizing that he is yet to give Patroclus his word of consent to continue and leaving them both desperate, he lets out the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“Okay.”
Pat tilts his head.
“I mean-yes. Yes. I-it feels good. Really good…You feel good.”
“I am honored to hear it,” the Greek smiles and sets a steady pace to his thrusts. Then he hears Hektor whisper something under his breath.
“What was that?”
“By the gods…would you please go faster…!?” Hektor asks desperately and instead of denying him, Patroclus gives him exactly what he needs.
“Oh gods…fuck…fuck me…please…please fuck me…please fuck me harder…Oh gods-PLEASE, Patroclus!” The Trojan begs, the name leaving his lips only fueling the Greeks lust.
Patroclus picks up his pace and roughly kisses Hektor who moans into it pleadingly.
Hektor pulls back and gasps, “Fuck, I’m so close. I—” he whimpers as Patroclus’’ hand wraps around his leaking dick and covers the slit with his thumb, panting, “Wait for me.”
Hektor swallows and nods as the other man starts putting more force into his movements, “Good boy…gods, you’re such a good boy, Hektor…” The words make Hektor even more needy, but he can’t cum just yet.
After a while longer of rutting into him like an animal Patroclus starts jerking him off in time with his thrusts, I’m close…fuck, I’m so close…cum for me, Prince.”
As if on command Hektor starts spilling all over himself and Patroclus’ hand, before being filled with the Greek’s seed and feeling the man collapse onto him as they both catch their breaths. Hektor looks down at the man who was meant to be a prisoner and bargaining tool now resting his head on Hektor’s chest as he licks the Prince’s release off his hand.
Patroclus smiles, “Mmm…you taste good. Achilles would like you.”
Hektor scoffs though it holds no animosity, “No he wouldn’t. He hates me through and through. This would only become more apparent if he or anyone for that matter were to find out about this.”
Sensing the sudden distress in the prince, Patroclus reaches up to touch Hektor’s face, “Look at me. Please.” Once he got hold of the other man’s gaze he continued, “The public does not need to know and I swear on the Styx that I shall not utter a word of this to a soul without your knowledge and permission.”
“Okay.”
“Oh! And I mean it when I say Achilles would like you. I would tell you the things he murmurs in his sleep, but do not wish to frighten you.”
Hektor grumbles, “I suppose we may discuss this further during the negotiations.”