Title: Fool For Love

Co-written by carelesscat and tiaoconnell

tiaoconnell@yahoo.com

Category: Troy

Rating: PG-13

Warning: spanking

Disclaimner: We don't own Troy and it's hotties, even though we wish we did. We just play there.

summary: Our version of what should have happened when Paris told Hector that Helen was on the ship.


Fool For Love
Co-written by carelesscat and tiaoconnell

Paris approached Hector on the ship as they were sailing towards Troy. "Hector!"

The oldest of the brothers, turned to look at his sibling. "Yes my brother?"

Paris came to stand beside him and thought for a moment before speaking. "Hector, do you love me? Would you protect me from any enemy?"

Such questions sparked Hector's curiosity and an eyebrow rose as he turned to look at Paris. "Of course I love you; and yes I would protect you. Why do you ask this? The last time you spoke in such a way, you were ten and had stolen father's horse and knew you would get the tanning of a lifetime when father caught you. What exactly have you done now?"

"I must show you something....." Paris said. Hector nodded and began to follow his brother into the ship's hold. He watched the younger man, rather confused, but also quite suspcisious.

He watched Paris approached a hooded figure. The figure lowered her hood.... It was Helen. Queen of Sparta. "This is Helen," Paris said simply, his voice soft.

"Helen of SPARTA?" Hector shouted. "Paris, what is the meaning of this? Have you gone MAD?"

"NO!!!" Paris shouted. "She is Helen of Troy."

"NO SHE IS NOT! Paris, she is the queen of Sparta! You will start a war over her! All you do is chase women, is there nothing else worthy of your attentions? Do you wish to put the lives of our people in jeopardy for your games?"

Paris shook his head, looking half hurt at his brother's words, not really understanding fully the impact of such rash actions made in the name of love.

"Helen--- leave us for a moment, would you?" Hector asked through gritted teeth. Helen nodded and walked onto the deck of the ship, pulling her hood up once more.

Hector growled, looking at his brother, shaking his head. Paris stepped back a few paces, watching carefully.

"Paris; I cannot believe your selfishness. A child has more respect for his own country then you seem to hold for Troy! I am ashamed of you, and father will be as well. I've half a mind to spank you for your stupidity!"

"But, Hector...I love her."

"LOVE! What would you know of love?"

Paris hung his head. "I have respect for Troy...brother...but I've loved Helen the first time I saw her."

Hector grabbed Paris by the arm. "You're about to learn to have more respect for Troy and our father, brother. The hard way!"

Paris began struggling to get Hector to release him and cried, "Hector...please...NOOO! LET GO OF ME!!"

Hector ignored him and sat down on a barrell, pulling his brother over his lap. "I never thought I'd have to spank you again Paris." he said sadly, sounding disappointed. He flipped up Paris' outfit.

Paris started kicking his legs and wriggling to get off Hector's lap...he started pounding on Hector's leg. "LET ME UP, HECTOR!!!" he demanded.

"Hold still!" HEctor raised his hand and began spanking Paris hard on the bottom SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Paris stopped squirming and gasped at the spanks and then his hand went to block the spanks.

"Move that hand Paris!" Hector ordered, landing a smack on his thigh. SMACK!

"PLEASE, HECTOR!!! OWWW!!! PLEASE!!!" he cried trying to keep his hand blocking his backside

Hector continued to smack the tops of his thighs SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Paris' hand moved and he squirmed and cried from the spanks; then he pinched his brother hard under his thigh, which was a stupid idea, cause usually that would make his brother stop.

Hector went back to spanking his bottom SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK "PARIS! Stop that, you aren't ten years old! Have at least some dignity and take your spanking like a man!" SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Paris howled from the spanks and kicked his legs and pleading, "STOP!!! PLEASE!!! HECTOR!!! IT HURTS!!! I'M SORRY!!! PLEEEEAAASSEEE!" he cried trying to move so the hand doesn't find his backside.

Hector continues to hold him firmly on his lap and land blsitering spanks on his naked backside. He could hear Paris crying, and felt him squirming over his lap while pleading for it to stop.

Hector keeps spanking until Paris just lies across his lap crying. SMACK SMACK SMACK Then he stops, stands him up, and embraces him tightly.

Paris howls from the last few spanks, which had been harder then the rest. He cried on Hector's shoulder, his hand going back to rub his backside; he hissed from the pain at even the gentle contact.

"Shh, it is over now Paris, and you are forgiven by me. I only hope you can forgive yourself when the men of Troy give their lives for your lust"

Paris nodded and then said still with his face over Hector's shoulder, "I love Helen...she will be Troys."

"I know she will be Helen of Troy now, but that doesn't change the fact that this may cause a war, not only with her husband, but with Greece"

"I'm sorry, Hector...I wasn't thinking." he said looking at Hector and rubbing his very sore bottom.

"I know that. But now we must all live with the choice you made and it's consequences. I hope father will understand"

"I know father will have my backside when we get back." he said sadly. Hector nodded. "most likely." He kissed his brother's forehead.

Paris continued to rub his backside and said, "Geez, Hector you spank really hard...that hurts."

"You deserve that and more my brother. Be thankful I have mercy for your sorry hind end," Hector chuckled.

Paris snuck a smirk at his brother and put his outfit down past his backside and he winced and groaned from the pain.

Hector chuckled and went back up to the deck as Paris went and laid down on some soft blankets, trying to get the pain to subside.



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