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Achilles and Patroclus strode confidently through the plains of Elysium. Soft green grass, shimmering statues, and of course, small crowds of shades, the pair took note of nothing but one another. As always, the shades made plenty room for the legendary Achilles, a well-worshipped hero whose status rivaled that of Heracles. Achilles, however, could only be a bit thankful that the other shades were too star stuck to disturb him. Even if he didn’t deserve the notoriety, it was nice to be given space with his lover.
They approached the public bath chambers, and found a few shades within. As soon as Achilles stepped in, they excused themselves, murmuring praise and honor. Patroclus smirked, lacing his fingers with Achilles’. Once it was empty, Pat stepped to a rack, perusing the various oils, creams, balms, and perfumes. Elysium truly had everything.
“Shall we start with palm oil?” Achilles began to remove his robes, the steam of the baths already suffocating. “Perhaps scented with rose?”
Patroclus scoffed. “Aren’t you eager.” He did, however, pick the bottle of rose palm oil.
“Only as eager as you, my love.” Achilles dropped his robes to the floor, and stepped into the warm water. “I do know why you suggest these baths.”
Patroclus set the bottle down, taking his own armor and robes off. “What, am I not allowed to wish to be clean?” He feigned insult.
“Scrub to your heart’s content. That filthy mouth will never clean.”
“Wicked man.” Patroclus smiled, placing his armor down, the robes following. “For that, I may just leave you to wash yourself.”
Achilles slipped further into the water, allowing it to lap at his neck. “Do not cut off your nose to spite your face.”
Pat dipped his legs into the pool next to Achilles, letting out a small groan as he did. “I relinquish.” He leaned down to whisper into Achilles’ ear. “I am, in fact, insatiably hungry for you.”
Despite the warmth, goosebumps ran down Achilles’ skin, heat pooling in his stomach. “Then get in. Allow me to wash you.” He whispered back.
Patroclus slipped in, shoulder to shoulder with his beloved. Taking the bottle from the side of the pool, he uncorked it, and inhaled deeply. “You were correct. Rose does smell amazing.”
Achilles leaned forward, inhaling too, so close his nose touched Pat’s. “I am often correct.” He could feel Pat’s lips just out of reach, grazing only slightly with the movement.
“That you are.”
They leaned in, kissing one another sweetly yet with underlying lust, something that could only come with their eternal bond. It was quiet, it was beautiful, it was-
“Prince Achilles!”
The pair broke with a shock, as a nude, oiled, tanned man stood at the doorway.
Achilles coughed awkwardly. “May I… help you?”
The man grinned like it was his job. “It is I! King Theseus, slayer of the Minotaur, Champion of Elysium!”
Patroclus leaned into Achilles’ neck. “Get him out of here.”
Before Achilles could even notice, Theseus walked straight into the bath, seating himself right beside the pair. “I’m sure you’ve heard of me.”
“Yes, from my ward.” Achilles grit his teeth. So this was the infamous man. “I mean no offense, but my partner and I were-“
“No offense taken!” Theseus clapped him on the back, and Patroclus squinted at the King with disdain. “You two share a bond as well? Patroclus, is it? I’ve heard stories of your shared adventures! If only I could have done the same with brave Asterius!” He posed like one of the posters hanging in the administration chambers.
Patroclus hugged onto Achilles, his head laying on his shoulder. “Yes. We shared our life and we share our afterlife.”
Theseus side-eyed him, a bit put off. “Mhm, well, I didn’t come here for no reason!” He clapped his hands together, the reverberation in the chamber making Achilles flinch. “I was wondering if you two would be interested in sparring with myself and Asterius!”
Patroclus and Achilles looked to one another in confusion. “No.” Achilles said plainly, and Pat simply nodded in agreement.
“Great! Let-“ Theseus’ face fell. “Aha, pardon?”
“No. We aren’t interested.” Achilles was stone-faced. “Our days of fighting for meaningless spectacle are over.”
“Achilles and I would like to rest.” Pat added.
“B-But!” Theseus’ face was bright red. “It is not meaningless! And it is not just spectacle! It is honor, and glory-“
Patroclus waded in front of Achilles, bringing their faces a hair length’s away. “Excuse us, King. We have matters to attend to.” He began to bring his hands into Achilles’ hair, untangling the curls.
“No!” Theseus, chin high, stayed put. “I will not leave until you agree to fight!”
Achilles shrugged. “Well, you’ll be in these chambers forever.”
“Perhaps that will make things easier for our stranger.” They laughed together, foreheads resting against one another.
“No! No no no!” Theseus pushed them apart suddenly. “You will listen to what I have to say and you will agree to it!”
Achilles was now fuming. Patroclus almost wanted to calm him down, but at the same time, Theseus deserved the full wrath of Achilles.
“Listen, Theseus. I do not know who or what gave you the idea that you remain in any position of power here, but I’d like to remind you, the only power is of the Chthonics, and I am favored over you.” His gaze was piercing as he bared his teeth. “You will leave these chambers. You will not bother Patroclus and I again.”
Theseus barked out a laugh. “You seem to forget that I am the Champion of Elys-“
“You think Lord Hades has any fondness in his heart for you?” Achilles growled. “He gave you a shiny belt and a title so you’d play soldier against his godling son, whom I trained!” Standing at his full height, even in the bath, he was taller than Theseus, looking down upon him. “If you think such a fight between us will bring you anything but shame, you are sorely mistaken!”
Achilles expected Theseus to retort. Patroclus expected Theseus to begin a fight, right there.
Nobody expected Theseus to cry.
There was the King, the Champion, choking out pathetic little sobs in the bathtub like a baby afraid of soaps. It was a sad sight, even for the pair of battle hardened warriors.
“King…” Patroclus grasped his shoulders gently. “Please, compose yourself.”
“B-B-But he-he’s RIGHT!” Theseus cried harder into his hands. “IM A FA-ILURE!” His hiccups and sniffling could only be described as miserable. “IM SUPPOSED TO BE THE C-CHAMPION AND I CANT E-E-EVEN DEFEAT THE DAEMON!”
Patroclus looked to Achilles, who came forward in front of Theseus. “I… I apologize for being so harsh. I realize I could have been kinder with my rejection of your offer.”
Theseus started wiping his face, despite the tears continuing to flow. “N-No… Y-You’re the le-legendary Achilles…” His bottom lip trembled. “I’m… I’m…” He trailed off into little choking sounds.
Achilles and Patroclus looked to one another, silently trying to decide what to do with the sniffling King in their bath. Patroclus held Theseus a bit closer, running his fingers through the King’s hair. “Hush, King. Please.”
Achilles wiped more tears from Theseus’ cheeks. “Easy. Easy, King.”
After a moment, Theseus was finally collected enough, splashing his face with the water for good measure. “I… I apologize. For my outburst.” He swirled his finger in the water. “You are both extremely kind. I would never want to force you to fight, now that I know of your hearts.”
Achilles let out a sigh. “I’m glad we could resolve this.” He smiled expectantly.
“Yes, and since you have no more business here, I’m sure Asterius is missing your presence.” Patroclus returned to his spot at Achilles’ side.
Theseus did not leave.
Achilles coughed awkwardly once more. “Yes, so.”
Theseus blinked once, then twice. “Oh!” His blush crept down his chest. “You two… would like to be left… alone.” He shook his head. “Yes! Yes, that!” Pulling himself up on the side of the pool, Achilles and Patroclus were greeted with yet another surprise from the King.
His cock was achingly hard.
Achilles looked to Patroclus who was already smiling mischievously. “Oh, King?”
“Yes?” He whipped around to face them.
Achilles smiled darkly. “Would you mind… attending to us?”
Patroclus’ eyes were half lidded with desire. “You see, we’re so comfortable. And the oil is all the way over there.” The oil they picked out was, in fact, very close.
Theseus stood in place. “I… I should not be intruding!”
“Theseus.” Achilles cooed. “Since you seem to be quite literal, I will spell it out. Patroclus and I enjoy the company of a third for sex at times. And you seem quite capable-“ His gaze flitted to Theseus’ groin. “And willing.”
Theseus looked like a deer in crosshairs. He walked cautiously back to the bath, kneeling on the edge. “I… I am willing.” His eyes darted between the pair, who seemed effortlessly calm.
“He’s handsome, isn’t he, Achilles?” Patroclus placed a kiss on Achilles’ jaw, the hair of his beard scratching against the man’s skin.
“When he’s not insisting upon a fight, yes.” Achilles smiled at Theseus, who seemed to be melting under the praise. Achilles pulled Patroclus up, his arms wrapped around his waist. “What shall we do with such a handsome man?” Theseus, meanwhile, was biting his bottom lip.
Patroclus tapped his chin. “It has been a while since our favorite activity, has it not?” Pat’s hands wandered below the water, grasping Achilles’ flesh. “I wonder if he sounds as pretty as you.”
Achilles leaned his head back, a small groan escaping his lips. “Theseus.” His gaze turned to the King. “We’d like you to come in.”
“O-of course.” Theseus returned into the bath, tentative in movements.
“Good boy.” Patroclus locked his eyes with Theseus, watching the way his pupils blew open at the words. “Well behaved.” Pat took the bottle of rose palm oil, inspecting the amount.
Achilles leaned his head against Patroclus, breathing in the smell of the leftover oils in the bath and Patroclus’ natural musk. “Pat. Theseus. Let’s go to the stairs.” Picking Patroclus up as he went, they waded to the steps, large white marble formed in circles, candles decorating the edges, water running on and off the top step.
Theseus was nearly bouncing with nerves. “Prince Achilles, what should I-“
“Shh.” Patroclus cupped Theseus’ face, rubbing his thumb up and down. “From here on out, the orders will come from me.”
“Wha-“ Theseus looked at Achilles who was already sitting expectantly at the edge of the steps, his hand between his legs, lower than his cock. “Oh.”
“Patroclus is very gentle. Oftentimes too gentle.” Achilles chuckled.
“Am I too gentle, or are you too lustful?” Pat scooped up Theseus in one arm, depositing him on the stair below Achilles. Here, the water reached Theseus’ waist, and his arousal bobbed above the water, somewhat embarrassingly. “Now, King. Spread your legs for me.” Theseus immediately complied, perhaps a bit too enthusiastic, as he brought his hands under his knees to give Patroclus a full view. “Good.”
Patroclus stood in front of Theseus, handing the oil off to Achilles. “Pat, do not be afraid of handling him. Zagreus tells me often of his pride.” Theseus, shocked, turned around. “Such boasts can be substantiated, yes?”
Theseus gulped. “I had no clue you were in cahoots with the blackguard himself.”
“That’s a rude term.” Achilles put his free hand in Theseus’ hair, tugging only slightly. “I’d appreciate if you would be a bit more respectful.”
Theseus’ mouth was agape, and suddenly pulled away a bit. “He- he deserves no respect! He uses dirty tactics, invoking many of the Olympian pantheon, tricking them into aiding him simultaneously.”
Patroclus hooked his finger under Theseus’ chin. “King, you will not talk of our stranger that way. Just because he is favored does not mean he is deceitful.”
“But-“
Achilles leaned into Theseus’ neck. “If you wish to continue badmouthing my ward, we can simply go our separate ways.”
“No!” Theseus squeaked out.
“Will you be good for us, King?” Patroclus stood close to Theseus, the pair crowding him.
“Yes! I shall be the best!” He looked desperately between them, expression begging. “I shall be good.”
Achilles ran his teeth down Theseus’ throat, his tongue along the pulse, making Theseus keen. “Good.”
Patroclus held his hand out, while Achilles silently poured the oil for him. “Now, King. Lie back against my love.” Theseus did so, and he could feel his head rest against Achilles’ abdominal muscles, right above his cock. It sent a shiver down his spine. “I will prepare you.” He waited expectantly.
“Oh! Yes, yes, please.” Theseus wiggled his hips eagerly, while Achilles laughed into his ear.
Pat dipped his oil-slicked hand under the water, pressing his fingers against Theseus’ hole, the King choking back whines at the slightest touch. “Don’t be afraid of making noise, King. The reason you’re here is because of your big mouth.”
“Our good King, how does Pat make you feel?” Achilles combed his fingers through Theseus’ hair, scraping his scalp with his nails.
Theseus was shivering despite the heat and steam. “G-good. He makes me feel good.” He looked at Patroclus. “Gods, you’re handsome.”
“Hm, both me and Asterius are favored by the King?” Patroclus teased as he pushed a finger into Theseus, eliciting a moan. “Is it the body hair?”
“The strong, masculine energy, the ability to overpower you, perhaps?” Achilles flattened his palms over Theseus’ chest, squeezing him. “Speak. What attracts you.”
“Mmmhands. Hands.” Theseus turned his head and screwed his eyes shut as Patroclus added a finger. “Large hands. Strong.”
Patroclus chuckled, his fingers crooked inside Theseus, trying to find the right spot. “Such a short king, of course you’d need the supportive strength.”
Theseus could feel his cheeks burning, but instead of an argument, he could only let out gasps, and then, a drawn-out moan.
“Found it.”
Achilles and Patroclus kissed deeply over Theseus, the King watching as Achilles cradled Pat’s head, the way they moved in tandem. It was almost more pleasurable than the pressure against his most sensitive area. Almost. “A-Achilles… Patrrrroclus…” His words were broken up, choked by Pat’s expert work. “M-more…”
Achilles broke the kiss. “He wants more, Patroclus.”
“Just like you, is he not?” Pat kissed Achilles once more, quick and teasing.
“Perhaps. Or perhaps it is simply the effect you have.”
“Now!” Theseus cried out, catching the pair’s attention once again. “I need it now!”
Patroclus tutted, furrowing his brows. “Little King, I’m afraid that wasn’t very polite. We would have attended to you in a moment.” Achilles leaned back, positioning Theseus slightly different, so that his head was leaning towards Achilles’ cock. “Now we must teach you a lesson.”
Patroclus removed his fingers, Theseus practically barking with anger. “King.” Achilles brought his attention, pressing his cock against the King’s lips. “Pleasure me.”
Theseus did so immediately, hungrily taking the head of Achilles’ member, licking the side and sticking it into his cheek obscenely. He looked at Achilles through his lashes, and felt a swell of pride seeing the man’s jaw go slack for a moment. The pride didn’t last though, none of his emotions or thoughts lasted, as Patroclus pushed into him.
Theseus wanted to scream. Patroclus was big, like how the King imagined Asterius, who refused to top Theseus in fear of hurting him. The only emotion remaining in the King’s brain was lust, while Patroclus smacked his cheek gently to grab his attention. “King. I’m going to fuck you while you suck my love. Remember not to bite.”
Achilles groaned. “Trust me, it will be hard. Patroclus once made me chip my tooth when we made love, I grit my teeth so much.”
Theseus’ eyes rolled back as Patroclus moved inside of him. He was being filled by a legend and his companion, the perfect candidate for them to share their love, of course. Only King Theseus could be so good for them.
Little moans and huffs were filling the air, Achilles’ sounding like a lyre, Patroclus’ thick like honey. The water splashing as Pat rocked into Theseus, keeping a gentle pace, as if he had all eternity to use the King.
“Oh, so good for us.” Achilles’ voice wavered as Theseus swirled his tongue. “Such a pretty little thing.”
“Very pretty. As long as he’s silent.” Patroclus thrusted in, and Theseus gasped on Achilles’ cock, nearly choking as Pat struck his spot. “Is he gagging?”
Achilles pulled him back a bit by his hair, but Theseus pushed forward, trying to keep Achilles in his mouth. “If he is, he’s thrilled to do so.” Achilles smiled down at him. “Wonderful work.”
Theseus could feel his last threads being pulled, he was being undone, the more sweet praises sung in his favor, the more his resolve snapped.
“You take my cock the way only a Champion could.”
That sent him over the edge, his vision going blurry as he tried to keep himself together enough to keep his jaw open. Ribbons of spent coated his own chest, his cock still untouched, still filled with the two overpowering men.
“Oh, how quick. And I thought Achilles was the swift hero.” Patroclus chuckled. Theseus was too far gone to take offense or pleasure, the words simply gliding through his mind. Matters weren’t helped when Patroclus began to thrust harder, although keeping his languid speed. It jostled Theseus enough that Achilles was beginning to cry out properly. “Yes, my love. Your voice.”
“Hah… Pat…” Achilles was tense all over, desperately looking to Patroclus, begging for touch but not wanting to move. “Love…”
“Is the King-“ Patroclus groaned as Theseus suddenly tightened around him. “Is he Aphrodite’s kin?”
Achilles laughed, but quickly moaned, throwing his head back and pressing Theseus further down onto his cock. “Aha… that… you… to me…” His eyes were twisted shut, biting down hard on his bottom lip, huffing rapidly.
Pat reached out, taking Achilles’ wrist in his hand. Achilles gasped and shook, but Patroclus was gentle, pressing a kiss into his palm.
“C-co-“ was all he could muster as he released himself into Theseus’ throat. The King gagged, teary-eyed and overstimulated, trying with all his power to swallow. Achilles watch with reverence as his spent drooled out with Theseus’ spit.
“Both of you… insatiable…” Patroclus still remained firm, a pillar of restraint. “Theseus. King. Look at me.”
Theseus turned, lazy eyes and messed-up hair and seed coating his lips. He looked filthy, his brown skin shimmering in the candlelight of the bathing chambers.
“King. Can you come again?”
Despite everything, Theseus nodded.
“Good. My — ah — good King.” Patroclus wrapped a fist around Theseus’ re-hardened cock, pumping in time with his steadily increasing thrusts. “Sweet little King. Serves his-“ he caught his breath. “Serves his people.”
“Serve…” Theseus managed to croak out, throat ravaged by Achilles, body being taken by Patroclus. “Serve.”
“Yes, King, you serve us. Serve us so well.” Achilles moved, on wobbly legs, to Patroclus’ side. “And Pat. Your endurance is admirable.” He ran his fingers down Pat’s chest, enjoying the way he was heaving, exerting every muscle.
“A-Achil-“ Patroclus tried to swat away Achilles half-heartedly. “I’ll… too quick…”
“The sway I have over you always makes me happy.” Achilles got behind him, rubbing up and down his sides, massaging his hips as they snapped into Theseus. “Now. Would you come for me, my love?”
Both Patroclus and Theseus yelled out at the same time, Theseus’ cum flying so far to land on the tiles behind him, Patroclus filling his ass until he could no longer. They were panting, Patroclus just laying back into Achilles’ embrace, removing himself from Theseus, who couldn’t even whine in response.
Achilles brought Pat closer, holding him upright, rubbing soothing circles into his flesh. “King, did you come from my instruction as well?” He was, admittedly, a little puzzled.
“Yes… love…” Theseus’ head lolled to the side, smiling dumbly. “Love.”
Achilles and Patroclus looked at one another, amused. Achilles coughed once, and continued. “Theseus, I’m afraid that term was meant for Pat.”
Theseus looked mildly confused, but his eyes were closing and he couldn’t keep a thought if he tried. “Yeah… Pat…”
Achilles made a strained face, silently begging help from Patroclus, who obliged. “King…” He still needed to take deep breaths to continue speech. “Our love… we share it with others… but it will always be… ours…”
Achilles scratched his nails in Patroclus’ scalp, even with the awkward situation, Achilles couldn’t help little affections. “Yes, so. I’m afraid you may be mistaken.”
Theseus sat up, still dizzy, but with his crowd-pleasing smile. “I am not mistaken. It shall only be a matter of time before such terms of endearment are solely for me!” With that, he turned over, falling asleep still halfway-in the bath.
“Huh. Was that a good or bad sign?”
“If what Zagreus told me is correct, it’s just a sign of Theseus being Theseus.” Achilles nuzzled his nose into Patroclus’ cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”
“But he was quite a good lay.” Patroclus laughed.
Achilles held him closer, walking out of the pool together, side by side. “Seems his sexual prowess outranks his expertise against the Prince.”
“I wouldn’t call it prowess to lay there and take things.” Pat toweled himself down as Achilles returned the oil to its shelf. “Hm. I guess he does that often.”
“That he does.”
They redressed, laced their fingers together, and walked back to the glade in comfortable silence.