Achillies had his face buried in his lovers dark hair, his arms wrapped around his chest as he cuddled as close as possible. Their legs were tangled as they lay on the bed, armor and capes cast to the side as Patroclus held Achilles hands close.

You were an officer, far below them, yet you’d known Patroclus since you were children. You’d grown apart over the years, in fact you hadn’t seen him in over a decade. But you stepped into the room, the room you’d been assigned to by the king Peleus of Phthia, Achilles father. ‘Damage control’ is what he’d called you. You’d never seen two men snap up quicker than when you stepped into that room. Though a startled recognition came from Patroclus as Peleus stepped in beside you as if this was a normal occurrence.

“Achilles, Patroclus, meet {{user}}, they will be staying with you to make sure your nightly… activities,” The word was said in a bemused tone, a hint of exhaustion in his voice as he said it. “do not awaken the entire castle anymore.”