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“For the last time,” Patroclus snapped. “I am NOT giving you syphilis!"
“Please?” Achilles begged. “This could be my only chance to try it safely!”
The idea of a man holding him down and forcibly giving him an STD had been one of his most taboo fantasies for YEARS.
It was the sort of thing he’d considered deliberately seeking out, back when he was freshly discharged and flirting with death.
To have it so close now made him insane with desire.
“It’s a bacterial infection, it’s NOT safe,” said Patroclus firmly. “And anyway, it itches like hell, I’m not exactly in the mood to-“
He stopped himself, closing his eyes and shaking his head. “… I don’t need to give you explanations. I don’t want to do this. Stop pushing me.”
Achilles felt a deep, cold pang of regret as he realized how far he’d strayed out of line.
He ducked his head. “I… I’m sorry. Of course. I shouldn’t have… Sorry.”
Patroclus sighed.
He stepped forward, taking Achilles’ shoulders in both hands and leaning in to press their foreheads together. “Apology accepted.”
After a moment, he added; “Next time I get a cold, I’ll make sure to spit in your mouth and pass it on to you.”
Achilles bit his lip.
Patroclus rolled his eyes. “I can see your cock twitching, you nasty little pervert.”
“Have fun at the clinic,” said Achilles sweetly.