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06 May 2008 @ 08:16 pm
In all but Blood, ch 13  
Title: In all but Blood
Rating: PG-13, for now (yell when it needs to go higher!)
Summary: When Patroclus accidentally kills a friend in an argument, he and his father are forced to flee to Phthia, where the queen is said to be a goddess and he's asked to look after her tiny son, unknowing that a series of events has been put into play that will change the world forever.

 

The tension between Patroclus and Las had become almost suffocating. The older of the two was getting frustrated at the lack of response to his advances. He would almost even prefer for Patroclus to flat out reject him than to have his hints going unnoticed. He was almost positive at this point that the servant had been lying to him—no youth with an erastes would not figure what he was doing. Las couldn't figure whether Patroclus was completely daft.


While in some men frustration would eventually cause them to give up, in Las it only strengthened his desire. At this point, he wondered if there wasn't anything he wouldn't be willing to do in order to have the handsome boy, even if it was only for one night.


In fact, Patroclus knew exactly what happening and had decided the best course of action would be to play dumb in the hopes that the man would give up. He always insisted on having Kyros stay in his room, with the excuse of maybe needing something. Sometimes he would send the boy for an errand, but never anything that would take more than a few minutes.


A few times he had been cornered, and nearly every time it was a close shave. At one point, in a small town a little north of Argos, Las had backed him against a wall. The man was standing uncomfortably close, staring at Patroclus with more than a little lust, and he almost choked on the man's smell. His heart began to pound as he tried to think of a way out, but somehow he managed to keep a sort of sweet, naïve look on his face.


“How is this trip treating you?” Las asked, his teeth showing. “You can't have ever traveled this far before.”


“It's not so bad,” Patroclus responded, shrugging. “I was raised to be able to handle this stuff.”


A hand moved to his bicep. “You are a rather strong boy. I'm sure your endurance is wonderful. Sometime I'd love to find out how much you do have.”


Patroclus couldn't stop himself from shuddering, and knew Las could feel it where his hand rested. Taking it for desire, the man leaned closer, and Patroclus hit the wall in his retreat. Lips got dangerously close to his ear.


You know,” Las breathed. “you're a very handsome boy.”


Now the other hand was on his waist, and he was starting to hyperventilate, and he started to think about what his friends would do in this situation. Achilles, were he old enough to understand what was going on, would probably just sock the guy and yell at him to keep his hands off, but Patroclus was unwilling to take it that far. Medeus...what would Medeus do? Push him away? He could imagine the other boy's expression harden, and his eyes looking defiantly into Las'...but then what?


Kyros chose that moment to show up, and his eyes widened at Patroclus' panicked expression.


...Patroclus...er...Sir...” the boy stuttered, half his brain trying to come up with something to say, the other stumbling over a form of speech that he never really used. “Um...I...I...I...I...”


Well?” Las snapped, angry at being interrupted.


...I...kind of lost the horses,” Kyros said. “I hadn't tied them up properly, and something must have spooked them.”


Patroclus slipped around Las, and grabbed Kyros, dragging him outside. The two of them released the horses, and after a little time asked borrow a couple in order to retrieve their own. They spent a good amount of the night “looking” for them. It was a good excuse to go to bed early the next night, saying that they were still tired.


In all, by the time they stopped for the night in village, less than a day's ride from Sparta, they were treading on dangerous ground. No one in the village had much money, but they were able to find a place to board for the night with middle-aged couple, and their daughter.


The family, being more gracious hosts than most Patroclus had seen, offered all the food and wine they could. While Patroclus took sparingly—he always made the effort not to impose, and had learned quite well now the intricate game of the guest's refusal and host's insistence—Las drank enough that his inhibitions were lowered quite a lot halfway through dinner. Patroclus was staring at his plate in shame, embarrassed to be associated with Las, and their hosts were looking at each other warily. Their daughter, Ariadne, reddened when Las made a somewhat lewd comment. His laughter caused Patroclus to look up at him angrily.


You're obviously a smart girl,” the man said, not noticing his companion's cold look. “Not at all like Patroclus here. Wouldn't notice an advance if you hit him over the head with it.”


There's a difference,” Patroclus said icily. “between not noticing, and choosing not to acknowledge it. It is only through blind arrogance that one refuses to recognize this difference, the thought that no one could ever not want them.”


Why you...” Las was looking at him angrily. “Who do you think you are? I could--”


I am freeborn, and of noble birth, far more so than your own.. I don't know what you are used to, but I am not one of your helpless slaves.”


Hah! Don't think I don't know all about you, Prince Patroclus,” Las said, his voice rising dangerously. “Noble blood does nothing when you are unwanted. Come back and lecture me when you are king.”


You build a few houses, call it a city, and declare yourself king. Then you claim you have the right to do whatever you want. And then when you are rejected, you try to save your petty pride by insulting a the person, when you know nothing,” Patroclus hissed. He clenched his teeth, then stood and turned to his host. “I apologize for starting a quarrel at your table. I think I'll take a walk. Don't let me disturb your supper, I just wish for a few moments to calm my temper.”


He ended up simply sitting on the front step, enjoying the cool air and quiet. He turned at the sound of footsteps and saw Ariadne standing a little back, holding a himation around her shoulders. After a moment she walked over and sat next to him.


You know,” she said after a moment. “You didn't have to leave. It wasn't really you that started the argument. It might never have happened were that man not here.”


He smiled. “I know. But it was just easier. Quarrels often turn into scuffles, and those can turn into brawls. No matter what the circumstances, it would have been bad form to have that happen in the house of someone who was kind enough to open it up to you.”


Ariadne considered Patroclus for a moment. “You're so kind,” she said. “How in the world did you end up with that man?”


He sighed. “Bad luck. We are of similar stations in life and heading the to the same place. I suppose he must have used that as an excuse, and with my attention to manners...” he gave a hand movement. “I should have just left him there, but I would have been called out on it later.”


She gave a small smile and shook her head slightly. She was pretty, with long coppery hair and fair skin. Suddenly, he started to feel embarrassed, and couldn't quite figure why. Once again, he began to wonder what his friends would do. Not so much Achilles, he still couldn't see him as much more than a child. But Medeus would probably say something clever, maybe touch a lock of hair, and convince her to see him later that night. Somehow, that just didn't seem right to him, though.


Her mother called her from inside the house, and Ariadne gave him a small smile before rising and going inside.


Patroclus decided to sit outside for a little while longer before going back. When he did, he was pulled to the side before even reaching the door. Las pressed himself up against the boy, forcing a knee between his legs and holding his hands. Despite Patroclus' efforts, the man was bigger and stronger than himself.


I have had enough,” Las hissed. “I tried to be nice, attempted that whole courting game that people hold to so dearly. But I will have you, regardless of what you think of me.”


A strange calm came over Patroclus, and very quietly, he said, “Let me go now. And if you ever touch me again, I swear I will break each and every one of your fingers.”


Las laughed. “I will not let you go till I've had what I want. As for touching you again...what makes you think that you'll be any good for anything when I'm done. Now, why don't you just shut up and let me have my way.”


It took all of Patroclus' will to force his muscles to relax as he felt the man's mouth on his neck, then his shoulder. But as he hoped, first one of his hands were released as Las moved his own to Patroclus waist and around back, then the other as the hand moved to his thigh. The moment both hands were free, Patroclus shoved his knee up into the man's groin and grabbed the sword that was hanging from his waist. He brought a foot up as Las fell and pushed him down by the shoulder with it, bringing the sword up to point at his face.


I will warn you one last time, don't touch me.”


Las sat for a moment, catching his breath. Then his face darkened into something incredibly ugly and he slammed his entire weight into Patroclus. In the scuffle, he lost the sword. It was not quite the kind of wrestling that Chiron had taught him—the man did absolutely nothing that he was supposed to do, and so left Patroclus completely unprepared. The man finally got him down, and was holding him by his throat, a knee resting on his chest. Patroclus reached a hand out, and felt it land on the hilt of the sword. He gripped it, and swung it up, jamming it in the man's side.


It took a moment for it to register in Las' mind, and he just kneeled over Patroclus, looking at the boy with surprise. Not sure what else to do, Patroclus yanked the sword away. After a moment, the man collapsed onto him. Patroclus rolled the body off him, and looked up to see Ariadne and her family staring at him in shock. He struggled to find something to say.


We'll deal with him,” the man said. “Don't worry about that. Ariadne, go tell his servant that he needs a bath.”


Yes, Father.”


Patroclus looked at them in surprise. “But...I just killed that man...”


A kind, if not a little nervous, smile formed on the lady's face. “There's no wrong in killing a man in self-defense. And in doing so, you defended our own honour.”


Patroclus sighed. Suddenly he felt very weary, and he leaned his head back. Suddenly that bath seemed very nice.


When he was preparing for sleep, the door opened quietly. He looked around to see Ariadne pushing the door. She asked Kyros to leave, and the boy nodded, closing the door behind him. She came up to him, and pressed her lips onto the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth to protest, but suddenly Medeus' voice rang through his head, yelling at him for turning away a girl that was all but throwing herself at him.


So he drew her against him.


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Ariadne looked down at the sleeping face of the youth next to her. By their traditions, he was no longer considered a boy. Her father had even asked to stay for a little while the next day, so that he may have the honour of presenting him with his sword belt.


Thinking about where Patroclus was going, she felt a rising hate for Helen. The resentment was always there, but now she was taking the first boy she had ever truly wanted. Ariadne didn't delude herself that the two of them could ever really be together, their stations in life would always be too different. But still...she didn't want to give him up for her.


She leaned down and kissed his face, right below the eye. Then she slipped out of bed, and pulled her dress on. It wouldn't do for her parents to find her in his bed.


Notes:

Oh my god! Chapter 13! I feel sweet! Okay....so it took me long enough...

This was very hard for me to write, for a couple reasons, which I need not name. And as for Ariadne...I thought, 'eh, why not?' Something was mentioned a few chapters back about him finding a girl. And I could never see Achilles being a conscience. It just doesn't work. He'll probably end up being more like what gives Patroclus strength, which is really more important in the end.


Now, as for Medeus...

Oh, and Las looks a little like Cassander did in Alexander--same sort of face shape, only nastier, with yucky teeth and Philotas' hair colour. If that makes any sense.


Part Fourteen: Suitors


In proper manuscript format, including the lovely drawing done for me by eosyn, this story is a good 50 pages. I know. I printed them up (it's a matter of form for myself and another friend. As mean as it sounds, she's not as good a writer as she thinks she in. Nor is she as good at drawing...)
 
 
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See you later, instigator: Alexander & Hephaistionoudeteron on May 7th, 2008 08:27 pm (UTC)
Okay, so, the killing part? Completely justified after most of this chapter. If this guy didn't have it coming acting so horribly, I don't know who did.

Ariadne was a nice twist. Though it amused me that she got so jealous over Helen...

And hey, chapter 13 is already quite far along! ^_^
MissTeacakes: smilemissteacakes on May 7th, 2008 10:19 pm (UTC)
This chapter is actually six pages long when I formatted it. It surprised me. My mom found out, and now she wants to read it. I sort of hinted that I was decensoring the Greeks, but I wonder how much of that she understood.

I think Achilles might find out about this eventually. We'll see how well that goes over...
See you later, instigator: YoshikiLoveoudeteron on May 9th, 2008 12:59 pm (UTC)
Aw, I hope the story goes well with your mom (though I have no idea about her opinions, obviously). Looks like the Greeks still need to be decensored wherever possible.

That would be interesting. Hey, always a nice subplot...
MissTeacakes: heeoduomissteacakes on May 9th, 2008 02:36 pm (UTC)
Well, she sat down and watched Brokeback Mountain with me, which was a little awkward, but she liked it well enough. Which means there's hope still. But the big thing was that she asked whether I was going to publish it...I didn't answer.

I think Oliver Stone started with the decensoring--it's a shame he gave into Hollywood. I have yet to get my hands on Alexander Revisited. Apparently Hephaestion gets all up in Roxanne's face. Which is just sweet.
See you later, instigator: Brokeback Mountain (by billy_kaulitz)oudeteron on May 9th, 2008 04:03 pm (UTC)
Ahh, Brokeback Mountain, finally a non-hetero blockbuster. (Don't get me wrong, I love that movie. xD) The publishing bit... yeah. I think only a work that gets sold and appears on a shelf in book form is considered properly published still. But of course it would be nice. You said you were going to try for that with that other story, though, right?

I loved Stone's movie in the beginning - hey, I would have been perfectly happy with what was there if they hadn't killed the whole thing with the overemphasized wedding night. That was a step back for Hollywood if I ever saw any. But I'd like to watch the revisited version too. The movie was really lacking a confrontation like that!
MissTeacakesmissteacakes on May 9th, 2008 04:11 pm (UTC)
I've decided it's best not to worry about any of this yet. It takes the fun out of writing. I think it's best to just write like it's no big deal, and if I want to go anywhere with it, then bother working it over. I take myself too seriously if I think about publishing anything.
See you later, instigator: Bad Education2oudeteron on May 9th, 2008 04:19 pm (UTC)
You're totally right, it's best not to have any expectations at all until the fic is at least done. There's so much pressure otherwise that it feels more like a chore than writing.
Olivia: roareosyn on May 8th, 2008 03:37 am (UTC)
What a sleazebag! Thank god he's dead.

I love that Patroclus is embarrassed around Ariadne--so cute and teenager-ly :)

She came up to him, and pressed her lips onto the corner of her mouth. Was this supposed to read "her lips onto the corner of his mouth"?
MissTeacakesmissteacakes on May 8th, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)
It seems like a boy who was unused to being around girls would get embarrassed. And Patroclus was always the sensitive one, anyway, right?

*sighs* I looked through this story, and there's so many things wrong with it...it almost takes the fun out of writing...

Anyway, thanks for pointing that out, I fixed it.
Olivia: melloweosyn on May 9th, 2008 03:26 am (UTC)
Aww :( I hope you don't worry about the flaws too much--it's really a lovely and enjoyable story and I hope it's as much fun for you writing it as it is for me reading it. (And do you mind me pointing these little things out?)
MissTeacakes: shymissteacakes on May 9th, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC)
No, I don't mind. I think I might take myself too seriously sometimes. I end up reading it a couple times even after I post it, and still find little spelling mistakes...I actually do need someone to point them out.