When we settle in the cave for the night, my mind is not set on sleep.

"Are you tired Achilles?" I ask quietly, eyes trained on the celling. Achilles hesitates and says with a smile:

"Not particularly." We both don't move for a while. It can take time to resonate that we both share the same desire. Finally, when I can't take it anymore, I turn over and begin kissing him. He kisses me back, slowly at first and then harder. We follow the same pattern most nights, we are both filled with passion and desire so our lovemaking is fast-moving. When we break away for breath I say:

"I want to go slower tonight." Achilles nods, smiling softly. For some reason tonight seems absolute. We both sit up and look at each other for a while. I look into his bright eyes. Ones I could stare into for hours. Memorizing every blue, green, and golden hue. I trace my fingers over his full red lips, and down the bridge of his nose. I put fingers in his golden curls. Stopping to pull one behind his ear. He is so beautiful.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are Achilles." I say softly. The way he looks at me always brings warmth to my chest. He looks at me with such a strong intensity that if I didn't know better, I would think it was with evil intent. But I know Achilles, he is like a book I've memorized over time. And I know that he doesn't look at me the way he does at his prey, he looks at me with intense desire, softness hidden beneath. He looks at me like I'm the only only face in the world.

I begin to kiss his neck laying him down on the bed softly. I kiss him how he likes it most, the soft spot under the ear, I start slowly and add more pressure as I go down. Achilles is mostly quiet when I make love to him. But the way his body moves underneath, tells me if what I'm doing brings him pleasure. I move my kisses down his chest. Feeling his lean muscle underneath my lips.

The second half of his body is where he's most sensitive. Especially the spot on the inside of his upper thighs. When I kiss him there, he moans softly bringing a smile to my lips. I begin kissing his most sensitive spot, and he moans louder.

When I finish, I lay my head softly on his chest. He strokes my hair gently, pulling a dark curl behind my ear. I am suddenly very sleepy, relaxed by Achilles' fingers messaging my scalp. I close my eyes.

"You are not aloud to fall asleep yet Patroclus." Achilles says softly. I don't answer. Slowly Achilles sits up and gently pulls my body off of him. He lays me on my back, and begins kissing my neck. He moves slowly, as I did, and his kisses soothe me. Achilles is wonderful at making love. Our body's are like the sun and moon. Different in many ways, but one couldn't survive without the other. With that thought and Achilles' soothing kisses all over my body, I begin to drift off again. Achilles' nimble fingers on my sides bring me out of my sleep like stupor. I squint my eyes to find Achilles tickling my sides.

"Hey." I squick sleepily. Achilles stops momentarily.

"I told you you are not aloud to fall asleep yet." I roll my eyes and close them again. Achilles begins tickling me again, and my mouth betrays me by giggling. Achilles smirks and continues.

Eventually I catch his wrists with my hands. I know that he could easily pull away but he doesn't.

"You are using my weakness against me." I say while Achilles feigns innocence. He leans in to kiss me and this time when I close my eyes I don't fall asleep.

When he is done making love to me, we go back to our original position with my head laying on his chest. He is playing with my hair, twisting it around his long fingers, and pulling it behind my ear.

A thought comes to me:

"Achilles do you have any weaknesses?" I ask quietly. He momentarily stops playing with my hair and waits a moment before he answers.

"I think I only have one."

Silence stretches and before sleep takes us both I ask him one last question.

"What is your weakness?" I say turning to face him. He looks me in the eyes with more intensity then I've seen before and leans in to softly kiss my lips.