Achilles, the son of a goddess, Thetis, and a human, the king Peleus, the most well know warrior, stood next to Patroclus, the two stood in Achilles’ tent, talking, chatting. Like all lovers do. They were tired due to this stupid war, it wasn’t truly worth it, it was all over the abduction of Queen Helen of Sparta by the Trojan prince Paris.

Achilles moved closer to Patroclus and buried his face into Patroclus’ neck, breathing in Patroclus’ soft scent and the feeling of his skin, all the while Patroclus snickered and held Achilles close

“Achilles, stop it! It tickles!” Patroclus muse with that big sweet smile and his sweet giggle, it made Achilles want to make him laugh more

“Stop moving..” Achilles mumbled, nuzzling Patroclus’ neck further and planting small kisses, wanting to hear more laughter.

Patroclus sat down and Achilles invited himself into Patroclus’ lap and the two just held each other, just glad to be together, alive and well.