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People speak highly of Palamedes, having tricked Odysseus of Ithaca to stlop cowering from the war and just come and fight for the cause he promised he will and made so many do so too. Nestor talks about the man so very often and always speaks so fondly of him.
They always see him for his smarts. Achilles can't help but just see the face of Palamedes and never stop staring, his mind may race so many thoughts per minute, but his beauty makes the warrior stop and let him win the race. Catching him in his armor on the battlefield makes him brutally kill the enemy, lean on his spear that's in the ground and stare with admiration in his eyes as he too slays Trojans. He then would sigh contently before going back at the battle.
Palamedes is beautiful, with that beardless face just like Achilles, and the short blond hair of his, which Achilles just wants to put his fingers in and see just how short it is. Would he be able to yank it if he wants? Oh just the thought makes him stay awake at night in his tent, with Patroclus on his side. He would wake his lover and keep him up the rest of the night to get his mind of his real wants.
Palamedes looked like the opposite of his Patroclus, yet Achilles can't help but just stare and stare. Because for the love of gods, Aphrodite blessed him and he just knew it!
Today, Lady Luck seemed to listen to his pleads and his nightly fantasies, for Palamedes got injured on the battlefield, his head being impacted resulting with him falling down on the group,unconcious and bleeding. And Achilles had immediately sweeped in and took him to his tent right after. Yelling at Patroclus to drive the chariot as fast as possible, his beloved needed him after all.
The blood dripped off his forehead and lingered on his chin, putting a finger on the blood and bringing it to his mouth to lick, Achilles finally spoke to his lover.
"Patroclus" he spoke to his Squire and lover "bandage his head, make sure he won't die"
His fingers trace over the unconscious man wound, careful to not disturb Patroclus treatment. His fingers going on the border of the wound as he sees his lover impatient face. Palamedes twitches away from the touch immediately. The tent is silent as Patroclus disinfects the wound carefully. One of the Trojans threw a big rock at his head.
Achilles had felt both glad, worried and fury in those moments. He slew the Trojan in rage, with his sword through the stomach right in his pancreas and plunged at his form until his intestines fell out. The Trojan got careless with his armor it seemed.
He paid dearly for what he did to his Palamedes. He had then picked up his beloved and carried him to his chariot, telling Patroclus to drive them both to his tent. The acheæns seeing their greatest force had left, the battle had quickly ended with Hector and Agamemnon having a one on one fight, which had ended with neither succeeding, since Menelaus of the battle cry had interrupted, saying he and Paris shall fight instead, tomorrow before shiny Helios fully raises on the light ocean colored sky.
He felt lips capturing his, heard the faint murmur of 'goodbye, Achilles, I must go', but he didn't paid any mind to it. No, instead he gazed at Palamedes, letting his hand go to his short hair.
He softly yanks. It's short and soft, well taken care of, or maybe incredible good genes, he doesn't really care which one. Peleides tilts his head forwards, to smell it. River. He sighs contented. River is one of the best smells in his opinion.
Reminds him of his mother Thetis, she would often bathe him in a river when he was young
He smiles fondly and kisses Palamedes' forehead. Hes dirty with blood,but the son of Thetis could careless about it, that is how war is, bloodshed, and Achilles doesn't mind it anymore. He would bathe the man later, his heart raced at the thought of seeing the man naked and touching him. It would be easy to do that now too, a hand ran over one of Palamedes' leg, touching the armor, he could take it off, he should, and then he'll-
He picks up Palamedes from the table he had putted him on, and carries him to his bed, it will be better for his head he tries to justify it. His hands make a quick work of taking the armor off, looking at the man in only a chiton tunic, makes him want to-. He shudders as he sits on top of him, he buries his head into his neck. With a face red, he inhales the man's scent.
It's just affection and making sure the man doesn't roll over and hit his head again. Thats what he tells himself as he bites his lip in an attempt to stop his whines.
He wanted the man. And he wanted him badly.
He ruffled Palamedes' head and yanked at his hair like world's cutesy dog. It was so soft and beautiful. He gazed at Palamedes' sleeping face and nearly lost his control right then and there.
And for hours that's how it was, Palamedes unconscious, while Achilles would yank at his hair to stop himself from doing regrettable things.
That was until he woke up.
Palamedes' eyes fluttered to open, a groan escaped his dry lips, he stared up unfocused, blinking against the bright light before letting out a half yell seeing Achilles' focused stare on him.
"Achilles? " he speaks a moment after "what happened? Wasnt I in the battlefield? " the soldier and creator of the alphabet tried to get up only to be stopped by the surprisingly heavy weight of Achilles. The demigod still held a hand on the back of the other's head, with the other holding his injured head.
"You got injured by a Trojan on your head" Achilles finally informs him after a long moment if just silence. "I took you here immediately"
Palamedes frowns "not to be ungrateful, but why? I'm sure someone else could've whisked me away from the battlefield so I can recover" he winces as Achilles yanks his head back.
"And why should I let someone else if I can do it, hm? " Palamedes could feel the demigod's breath against his neck, he let's out a groan when he feels his bandaged side poked at.
"Please don't aggravate the wound" he speaks "it would mean your efforts went to waste if I just bleed here"
Achilles tilts the other's head, inspects the bandages and sees a spot uncovered, he tentatively touches it with his tongue and nearly moans right there and there. He laps at the wound, making Palamedes shudder and cry out from the pain.
"Achilles- ow ow- what are you doing? " he pushes the man off, the demigod falls on the floor with a thud, his stare gazing at the wound. Palamedes covers it, wincing.
He stared at the demigod, wondering what in tartarus is wrong with him. Thats when he noticed the faint outline on his chiton on the down part of his body. Oh. Hes hard, Achilles son of Peleus turned on seeing his comrade injured.
Palamedes sat upright on the bed, shifting further from Achilles. The demigod's eyes narrowed at this action and standed up, smiling at him.
"Where are you going? " he purrs, "youre still injured, my dear" he steps closer and Palamedes hits the corner. A faint whimper escapes him because damn that hurted!
A hand shot at him and Palamedes instinctively caught it and kicked Achilles away. He crawled to the edge while the demigod was wheezing on the floor from the kick in the stomach. On uneasy legs he began trying to leave the tent.
His ankle got caught by Achilles, and he fell oh the floor with a thud. Not being able to catch himself, his head takes the damage and he nearly screams if not for the hand at his mouth shutting him up.
"Shh" he gets shushed by the causer of the pain "this what happens when you try to leave me " he huffs as if he was the poor victim.
Palamedes glares at the man "Excuse me? ".
Achilles immediately pins him down on the floor " yes? You want to apologize? It's okay I'll forgive you"
The injured one pales at the position they are. Palamedes on his back, with Achilles in between his legs, each arm by either side of his head. He grits his teeth "get off"
Instead the opposite happens, Achilles collapses on Palamedes, whining and mumbling. The man blinks confused before hearing the demigod's voice.
"Please" he whimpers "just one time" he breathes out and this time he takes pity on him. He slides a leg in between the other's legs and begins to rub slightly st the hard on.
Achilles' moans loudly and locks his legs around that ankle. Palamedes curses at the feeling, he goes a bit faster trying to just be done with it.
He feels Achilles clothed dick on his naked leg, humping like a dog on heat. It seems, just like dogs, he goes further the man, rubbing himself against his thigh. Palamedes grimaces with disgust and pushes Achilles down.
"If you want it, you'll take only what I let you" he murmurs just loud enough for the other to hear
"No" Achilles grins "I don't think I will" he lunges forward, landing on top of Palamedes. The other yells in surprise, having not expected for the demigod to be this stubborn.
They each struggle, Palamedes struggles to escape and Achilles struggled to make him stop. Curses fell out the alphabet investor's mouth as he fells the Peleides rubbing against his own clothed cock.
The Demigod lunges his head forwards, captures the other's mouth and moans into it, putting a hand on the back of Palamedes' head and holding his cheek with the other hand.
Panting in each other's mouths, they exchange sloppy kisses, with Achilles trying to dominate the other while Palamedes resists, not really wanting this make out.
Achilles lowers his mouth and bites his neck with force, making the son of Naupilos cry out of pain. "Peleide! What do you think youre doing? "
"Taking my claim"
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It was early dawn when Patroclus came back in the tent, looking silent and stoic at the pair on the floor, sleeping. Achilles, who bore claw marks all over his back now, looking thoroughly satisfied of life, his hair all messy and his entire body covered in sweat.
Palamedes looked off much worse, blood seeping from under his legs, bite marks all over him. Patroclus had a suspicion the man won't be able to neither walk or talk for a while.
He nudged Achilles awake with his foot "love, Agamemnon is asking for you, for yesterday's actions on battlefield, he screams for explanations on why you abandoned the field to run and never came back"
Groaning the sleep away the blond answered "I shall go now before he makes a ruckus worse than he must've done by now if the noise in the back is anything to go by".
And so Achilles left and his lover just stood to look at the other on the floor. His lips curled down unpleased. He sighs " If only he would stop chasing for others" he looks distantly for a few seconds into the void before eventually leaving after his partner too.
Later on Palamedes would find himself surprised at waking up on his bed in his own tent, feeling sore but significantly better than he expected