300 Slash
I know there's a comm out there for JUST 300 slash but I figured the wonderful people here could appreciate this too if they're not on that community as well.... if I'm not allowed to post this here, let me know, I will be MORE than happy to take it down :) and apologize in advance for any issues it may cause D:!
Anywho:
Title: All Quiet on the Western Front
Movie/Series/Book: 300
Rating: Hard NC-17
Pairing: Stelios/Astinos
Genre: Romance-ish
Disclaimers: I don't own 300, the Spartans, the characters, anything to do with the movie or the actually battle it was (loosely) based off of. :'(
Notes: My friend made me a layout in exchange for a 300 slash fic and was so excited when I came up with this that she said I should post it elsewhere. I'm not very enthused about my own writing so I was hesitant at first but decided to bite the bullet and share. If you're offended by rough sex, lack of suitable lubricant + improvisation, manly!men then D: I don't think I'd recc this at all. But I hope that some find enjoyment and like this :)! Love feedback/constructive crit of any kind.
It was dark at the hot gates, night had fallen and a simple kind of truce had taken place. A silence fell around the camp of warriors. All slept. All except for the king. Leonidas stood patient guard at the drop off to the sea and looked out over the traitorous ocean that had spit out the Persians on his land. Zeus and Poseidon be damned, he allowed himself to think, his eyes scanning the horizon for anymore enemy ships. He thought he was the only one awake, the last time he had checked over his men, they slept the sleep of the innocent, though they were all far from it. All of them blood-soaked and bedraggled, he couldn't have been prouder.
However, he was not the only one at this hour, alive to the night. Astinos sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, his cloak pulled tight around him to fend off what light evening chill there was to be had. He couldn't be afraid of what the next day might hold, he was a Spartan - there was no fear, only resignation and a sense of peace. To die for Sparta was the greatest glory he could ever know. He was young - but these values were tattooed into every cell of blood in his body. Like Leonidas, Astinos believed himself to be alone. But he wasn't. He didn't even hear the other person creep up next to him but when a hand carefully brushed his shoulder - his first response was to reach and latch onto the wrist attached, digging in his fingers into flesh.
"Always this guarded, Astinos?" Stelios teased and shook his friend free, sliding down next to the other man and nudging him. "Don't worry - we're protected here."
Exhaling, Astinos shook his head and allowed himself to chuckle, "always have to be on guard - you should know."
"But here? In the middle of our camp? In the dead of night?"
"That's the perfect time for an attack."
Stelios shook his head and threw an arm over Astinos' shoulders, pulling him close and ruffling his hair, "always the thoughts of a warrior - your father must be proud."
"I wonder sometimes," Astinos admitted, even though he smiled and laughed with his companion.
"He is. He would not have brought you otherwise."
The two settled in a companionable silence, watching the stars shift and change in the heaven as the night wore through. Astinos was the first to speak, smiling as he recalled nights such as these at home.
"... you remember, we would meet on the roof before dawn, before we would summon our selves out to training - we'd watch the sun come up and count the stars as they'd disappear."
"I remember you being a very small boy then," Stelios replied, laughing and butting against Astinos, "come on, you remember what we used to do up there - star gazing sure - but before first light--" he trailed off and gave the Captain's son a very appraising sort of look.
Face heating up from remembrance at their less than innocent activities, Astinos shrugged and shoved Stelios, "what makes you think I want you anymore?" He challenged.
Stelios raised an eyebrow and a competitive smirk turned up the corners of his mouth, "more like how couldn't you want me?!" The two laughed again but the joke turned on Astinos when Stelios reached out and flipped him onto his stomach and slid on top of him from behind, deftly pinning his arms to the dusty earth and laughing at the startled sound his companion made. "Shhh don't want to wake anyone up," Stelios chuckled against Astinos' ear.
"Bu-" Astinos struggled and slid against the dusty ground, his sandaled feet slipping in the dirt.
"No buts," Stelios growled and shoved roughly at Astinos' leathers, getting his hand onto bare skin and grabbing a handful of flesh that filled out his palm.
The slightly smaller man scrambled once more, attempting to gain some purchase and failing as a rough, calloused finger probed at his entrance. He made a low, gutteral sound and found another clapped over his mouth. Stelios' mouth was back against his ear, rasping out his words, "shh, the less noise you make, the better. You remember how to be quiet, right?" Stelios pulled his hand back and spat on his fingers, plunging them back down and thrusting quickly into Astinos' tight little hole.
Groaning at the intrusion, the young man bit at the inside of Stelios' palm and closed his eyes tight against the rough pain. And Stelios wasn't gentle. Nor had he ever been and in times of war, sometimes it was the stability of even the simplest things that brought a measure of safety to the harsh environment they were in. The tall brunette's fingers pumped in and out of Astinos and he tossed his head in impatience, rocking his hips to show that he was ready for more, but Stelios was playing careful, making sure he was fully prepared before drawing back almost entirely and struggling to free himself from his scant, but binding armor.
"Ready?" Stelios asked, though he really didn't seem to be in a waiting moodd if Astinos said no.
"Hurry," Astinos grumbled through gritted teeth, shoving at his cloak so that it fell to the dirt in a heap and then quickly resumed his postion on all fours as Stelios crouched behind him. He could hear the sound of Stelios once again spitting into his palm and then the slick sliding sound as the man serviced himself. When he felt the wet press of the man's cock against his entrance he braced himself as best he could for the searing pain. No amount of tempered stretching could change the harsh sting as Stelios entered him.
There was no waiting here either; there usually wasn't. Stelios was inside of him and then thrusting, hard and fast, creating a deep burn within his insides and a steady heat in his trembling thighs. Astinos kept his head down, focusing on the quiet wet sound of Stelios thrusting into him and the shuffle of their feet in the layer of dirt on dried out ground.
Astinos panted heavily, glad for the cover of the rocks they were behind, hoping that their sounds would be drowned out by the snoring of the other soldiers. The hot slap of their flesh clapping together made Astinos hot and he wrapped one dirty fist around his own cock, pumping in time with Stelios' ragged thrusts. The man's precome had slicked his insides enough so that the pain was not as great. Astinos gasped, tensing suddenly and Stelios gripped his muscled hip, pulling him back and digging his fingers in almost harshly. Coming over his own fist, Astinos let out a low sound and bit on his lip 'til it nearly bled to keep from rousing anyone to find them in such compromising positions. He felt Stelios grind his hips forward, searching the deepest possible position inside of his young lover and then twitching as he spilled inside the hot ass.
Thrusting a few times more he finally pulled out and sat back on the tail of his cloak, pulling Astinos back with him and chuckling at the way the young man felt boneless in his arms. Neither said anything, listening only to the sound of their own thick breaths and the sworn audible sounds of their heavy pulses.
Who knew which one of these nights would be their last, but at least they had someone to spend the dark time with; still counting the stars that held vigil until first light brought with it war once more.
-Julie :)
Anywho:
Title: All Quiet on the Western Front
Movie/Series/Book: 300
Rating: Hard NC-17
Pairing: Stelios/Astinos
Genre: Romance-ish
Disclaimers: I don't own 300, the Spartans, the characters, anything to do with the movie or the actually battle it was (loosely) based off of. :'(
Notes: My friend made me a layout in exchange for a 300 slash fic and was so excited when I came up with this that she said I should post it elsewhere. I'm not very enthused about my own writing so I was hesitant at first but decided to bite the bullet and share. If you're offended by rough sex, lack of suitable lubricant + improvisation, manly!men then D: I don't think I'd recc this at all. But I hope that some find enjoyment and like this :)! Love feedback/constructive crit of any kind.
It was dark at the hot gates, night had fallen and a simple kind of truce had taken place. A silence fell around the camp of warriors. All slept. All except for the king. Leonidas stood patient guard at the drop off to the sea and looked out over the traitorous ocean that had spit out the Persians on his land. Zeus and Poseidon be damned, he allowed himself to think, his eyes scanning the horizon for anymore enemy ships. He thought he was the only one awake, the last time he had checked over his men, they slept the sleep of the innocent, though they were all far from it. All of them blood-soaked and bedraggled, he couldn't have been prouder.
However, he was not the only one at this hour, alive to the night. Astinos sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, his cloak pulled tight around him to fend off what light evening chill there was to be had. He couldn't be afraid of what the next day might hold, he was a Spartan - there was no fear, only resignation and a sense of peace. To die for Sparta was the greatest glory he could ever know. He was young - but these values were tattooed into every cell of blood in his body. Like Leonidas, Astinos believed himself to be alone. But he wasn't. He didn't even hear the other person creep up next to him but when a hand carefully brushed his shoulder - his first response was to reach and latch onto the wrist attached, digging in his fingers into flesh.
"Always this guarded, Astinos?" Stelios teased and shook his friend free, sliding down next to the other man and nudging him. "Don't worry - we're protected here."
Exhaling, Astinos shook his head and allowed himself to chuckle, "always have to be on guard - you should know."
"But here? In the middle of our camp? In the dead of night?"
"That's the perfect time for an attack."
Stelios shook his head and threw an arm over Astinos' shoulders, pulling him close and ruffling his hair, "always the thoughts of a warrior - your father must be proud."
"I wonder sometimes," Astinos admitted, even though he smiled and laughed with his companion.
"He is. He would not have brought you otherwise."
The two settled in a companionable silence, watching the stars shift and change in the heaven as the night wore through. Astinos was the first to speak, smiling as he recalled nights such as these at home.
"... you remember, we would meet on the roof before dawn, before we would summon our selves out to training - we'd watch the sun come up and count the stars as they'd disappear."
"I remember you being a very small boy then," Stelios replied, laughing and butting against Astinos, "come on, you remember what we used to do up there - star gazing sure - but before first light--" he trailed off and gave the Captain's son a very appraising sort of look.
Face heating up from remembrance at their less than innocent activities, Astinos shrugged and shoved Stelios, "what makes you think I want you anymore?" He challenged.
Stelios raised an eyebrow and a competitive smirk turned up the corners of his mouth, "more like how couldn't you want me?!" The two laughed again but the joke turned on Astinos when Stelios reached out and flipped him onto his stomach and slid on top of him from behind, deftly pinning his arms to the dusty earth and laughing at the startled sound his companion made. "Shhh don't want to wake anyone up," Stelios chuckled against Astinos' ear.
"Bu-" Astinos struggled and slid against the dusty ground, his sandaled feet slipping in the dirt.
"No buts," Stelios growled and shoved roughly at Astinos' leathers, getting his hand onto bare skin and grabbing a handful of flesh that filled out his palm.
The slightly smaller man scrambled once more, attempting to gain some purchase and failing as a rough, calloused finger probed at his entrance. He made a low, gutteral sound and found another clapped over his mouth. Stelios' mouth was back against his ear, rasping out his words, "shh, the less noise you make, the better. You remember how to be quiet, right?" Stelios pulled his hand back and spat on his fingers, plunging them back down and thrusting quickly into Astinos' tight little hole.
Groaning at the intrusion, the young man bit at the inside of Stelios' palm and closed his eyes tight against the rough pain. And Stelios wasn't gentle. Nor had he ever been and in times of war, sometimes it was the stability of even the simplest things that brought a measure of safety to the harsh environment they were in. The tall brunette's fingers pumped in and out of Astinos and he tossed his head in impatience, rocking his hips to show that he was ready for more, but Stelios was playing careful, making sure he was fully prepared before drawing back almost entirely and struggling to free himself from his scant, but binding armor.
"Ready?" Stelios asked, though he really didn't seem to be in a waiting moodd if Astinos said no.
"Hurry," Astinos grumbled through gritted teeth, shoving at his cloak so that it fell to the dirt in a heap and then quickly resumed his postion on all fours as Stelios crouched behind him. He could hear the sound of Stelios once again spitting into his palm and then the slick sliding sound as the man serviced himself. When he felt the wet press of the man's cock against his entrance he braced himself as best he could for the searing pain. No amount of tempered stretching could change the harsh sting as Stelios entered him.
There was no waiting here either; there usually wasn't. Stelios was inside of him and then thrusting, hard and fast, creating a deep burn within his insides and a steady heat in his trembling thighs. Astinos kept his head down, focusing on the quiet wet sound of Stelios thrusting into him and the shuffle of their feet in the layer of dirt on dried out ground.
Astinos panted heavily, glad for the cover of the rocks they were behind, hoping that their sounds would be drowned out by the snoring of the other soldiers. The hot slap of their flesh clapping together made Astinos hot and he wrapped one dirty fist around his own cock, pumping in time with Stelios' ragged thrusts. The man's precome had slicked his insides enough so that the pain was not as great. Astinos gasped, tensing suddenly and Stelios gripped his muscled hip, pulling him back and digging his fingers in almost harshly. Coming over his own fist, Astinos let out a low sound and bit on his lip 'til it nearly bled to keep from rousing anyone to find them in such compromising positions. He felt Stelios grind his hips forward, searching the deepest possible position inside of his young lover and then twitching as he spilled inside the hot ass.
Thrusting a few times more he finally pulled out and sat back on the tail of his cloak, pulling Astinos back with him and chuckling at the way the young man felt boneless in his arms. Neither said anything, listening only to the sound of their own thick breaths and the sworn audible sounds of their heavy pulses.
Who knew which one of these nights would be their last, but at least they had someone to spend the dark time with; still counting the stars that held vigil until first light brought with it war once more.
-Julie :)