Troy Story Part Two (original) (raw)

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dedicated to my lovely odeliciousseus,

Part Two

Pairing: Odysseus/Medeia

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Odysseus is a man of legend, and I didn't make him up, becuase I am not that old. However, if the original author comes knocking at my door, pissed off because I used his character, copyright infringement will be the least of the things I am thinking.

A/N: AU. Hector and Odysseus on the same side and both alive - squee!

"Medeia," Hector said weakly, reaching out a hand for her. Choking back a sob that comprised relief and guilt, she ran to him and took his hand, pressing it to her lips.
"My love," she whispered, "please don't ever scare me like that again."
"I shall try not to. If it weren't for Odysseus…"
"Don't say it!" she said angrily. "I don’t want to think about it! You’re here, and you will live, and that's all I care about."
"Still, please thank Odysseus for me." She was silent for a moment.
"I have," she whispered. Gently, she lay down beside him, glaring at the physician, daring him to send her away. But Hector relaxed visibly as soon as she was beside him, so the physician said nothing.
"Sleep, Hector. I will not leave your side until morning."

Medeia woke at dawn the next morning, and left Hector's chamber to answer nature's call. Her stomach rumbled shortly after that, and she decided to make her way down to the kitchens for an early breakfast - hopefully, Hector would sleep for a long time yet.
Of its own accord, her mind suddenly went back to Odysseus. She wished she could regret it, but she didn't. It was something that had been a long time in coming. And she meant what she said to him - she did love him, and always had.
But she loved Hector, too. Their love had the path of hatred and harsh words until the day he had been challenged to a battle to the death and she suddenly realised that she was terrified she would lose him. It was only then that she knew how she felt about him. She had stayed up all night the night before the fight, praying at the temple of her Goddess, asking her to bless a small necklace she had.
She had given the necklace to Hector just before his fight for luck, but he had requested a kiss instead. As soon as their lips met, she knew, and so did he.
She couldn't live without him. And he couldn't be without her. And with that agreement reached, he promised to live. And although he had been slightly wounded in that fight, he had survived, and she had stayed loyally by his side ever since then.
Until last night. And now she didn't know how she could live without Odysseus, either. All she did know was that Hector would not look kindly on sharing.
Suddenly, she was being pulled into an alcove. She looked up to see Odysseus glaring down at her.
"Where were you?" he growled.
"Hector woke and sent for me. Don't worry, the maid that came for me is very discreet."
"Hang that! I wanted you in my arms when I woke this morning!" His fingers dug into her shoulders. "I wasn't finished with you yet!"
"Odysseus!" she protested.
"Is this the part where you tell me that last night was a mistake? That you didn't mean anything you said?" he whispered savagely.
"Last night was a mistake," she said sadly, "but I meant everything."
He pulled her to him, a dangerous glint in his eyes.
"You love me?" he asked. She nodded, eyes closed.
"Then how can making love to me be a mistake?" He shook her slightly.
"I am with Hector," she said weakly.
"Well, that is a problem," he agreed, "especially since I am not going to give up so easily." His face started descending towards hers.
"Don't…" she said softly.
"Don't what?" he whispered as his lips closed on hers. She moaned as his tongue found hers. His hands started caressing her body, and wetness began to grow between her legs.
"Tell me to stop," he challenged, as his lips left hers and moved to her collarbone. "Tell me you don’t want this," as his mouth moved to her neck. A hand started caressing her breasts. She moaned. "Tell me you haven't thought about it all night, even when you were with Hector." He pinched a nipple. His other hand started to lift up her skirts. "Do you want me to stop? Say so now." His hand worked its way between her legs. "Feel how wet you are!" He brought a finger full of her scent up to her lips, and watched with glazed eyes as she sucked it clean.
"I've been wanting to do this for years now," he said, and dropped to his knees. She looked around as he disappeared under her skirts. The alcove they were in was out of the way, but was by no means entirely private. Still, at his touch, she thrust her hips forward and spread her legs, leaning against the wall for support.
She gasped as his thumbs spread her lower lips apart and then massaged her clit. And then his tongue was on her, lightly and deftly flicking back and forth with its tip, teasing all around her clit, but only occasionally flicking her centre of need. Eventually, she couldn't take it anymore.
"Odysseus, please," she begged.
With a groan, he lay his tongue flat against her and licked slow and hard. Medeia shuddered. He did it again, and she groaned, and put her hands on his head through the fabric of her skirts.
Slowly, he began to increase the pace of his strokes, until he was tonguing her with lightning fast strokes with the tip, directly over her clit. Her breath was coming fast and hard now, and she knew that even if someone caught them out, she wouldn't care.
She started a low constant moaning now, and this was his signal that she was near orgasm. Without warning, he sucked her into his mouth, sending her completely over the edge. She cried out and bucked against him as her reality shattered into a million pieces.
When she gained control of her senses again, Medeia found herself in Odysseus's arms, panting and shaking from the force of her orgasm. Although she could easily feel his erection jutting into her side, he made no move to do anything against. He just stroked her back and murmured tenderness into her hair.
When her legs stopped shaking, she pulled back to look at him. The look he gave her was a mixture of love, lust and uncertainty. She knew she could no more deny and hurt him anymore than she could stop breathing.
"I will come to you tonight," she said. She saw the look of joy in his eyes just before she fled.