Missing You
Alexander/Hephaistion Fanfic
Title: Missing You
Pairing: A/H
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, slight angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. For fun, not profit.
Missing You
Alexander wandered through the chambers. They were cleaned regularly by the servants and kept ready for use, but felt empty and abandoned without pages, servants and his other generals coming and going. They were barren without his lover to occupy them. He wandered over to a dresser and opened a drawer at random. Inside were trinkets that Alexander had bought for Hephaistion.
Choosing one haphazardly, he lifted out small, delicately wrought golden elephant. Its tiny tusks were real ivory and a blanket was created on its back with various inlaid precious gems. He had found it during their first trip to Athens and bought it for his lover for no reason. Alexander remembered the other man’s smile when he had presented it to him. Hephaistion had thanked him with a sweet kiss and then said with utter conviction that he would lead them to India one day so they could see these strange beasts in real life.
Ah, his Hephaistion. Beautiful, faithful Hephaistion, who always believed in him. Alexander knew beyond doubt that his lover would follow him to the very ends of the world, to the end of the ocean where the water finally bent and fell away from the world. He need not ask and still his lover would be there, standing at his side. What had he done to be blessed by the Gods with such a love?
He put the elephant back and lifted out a bent, slightly worn golden snake. The figurine was not worn from lack of care on Hephaistion’s part, but from Alexander. He had bought it as a birthday gift, but Hephaistion had been injured in a battle two days before. He had been unconscious and struggling against fever when the day came and passed. Alexander had stayed close to his side, holding the present tightly in his grip.
Hephaistion had awoken the next day, and Alexander had given him the now worse for wear snake. When he had apologized for the state of the gift, his lover had laughed, demanded a kiss and proclaimed that it was perfect. He had resisted all efforts to have it replaced or repaired.
Alexander returned it to the draw with all the other priceless gifts and pushed it shut. He knew that if he looked, he would find every single gift the he had given Hephaistion. His lover kept all of them, treating them with care. Pulling open another draw filled with simple, plain chitons, he took one in his hand and moved over to the bed. He knew that in the nightstand he would find the gifts the Hephaistion considered truly priceless.
He stripped off his clothes and pulled on the chiton that smelled of his lover. If his companions could see him now they would tease him mercilessly for acting as a young maiden pining away for her lover. Yet he couldn’t help himself. He missed Hephaistion. The other man had been gone for a month and a half on a mission Alexander had assigned him. He was loathed to send him, but knew that Hephaistion could take care of selecting a new king as none of his other companions could.
“And he’ll be gone another week,” Alexander moaned in complaint to himself.
He opened the draw of the nightstand. Inside were the gifts that Hephaistion treasured the most and liked to keep close to him. Most of the space was occupied by a slightly tatter copy of the ‘Iliad’ they used to read as youths. After he had become king he had borrowed it from the palace library and given it to Hephaistion. They still pulled it out on peaceful nights and read to each other.
The other two gifts were things that Alexander had wanted to thrown away, but Hephaistion wouldn’t let him. He had been trying his hand, rather unsuccessfully, at the arts. The first one was a small carving of Bucephalus. The wood its self was beautiful - dark, almost black, with lighter swirls running through it. Unfortunately, he had murdered it with his clumsy attempt to carve a replica of his beloved horse. Alexander had decided to throw it into the fire when Hephaistion asked to have it.
Unable to refuse his dearest friend, at the time, he had handed over the ruin of a carving. Hephaistion had taken it to a craftsman, had it sanded and lightly polished. After that he had always kept it close. He had even found a small, padded box to store it in when they were traveling.
The last was a drawing he had made of his sleeping lover. He had made it the first night they had consummated their love. Hephaistion had fallen asleep while he had been wakeful and restless. Watching Hephaistion sleep, Alexander had decided it was the most beautiful thing he had seen. Sliding out of the bed, he had sketched the other man. This one was actually his third attempt. The other two had been ripped up and fed to the fire. Hephaistion had claimed it the next morning.
Looking at the disproportionate picture, he decided that he should see if he could find an artisan who could create some sort of frame for it. Or better yet, see if someone would teach him how to build a frame for it. Undoubtedly, his lover would treasure whatever mangled thing he presented him. First thing in the morning he would search out a skilled craftsman.
Lying down, Alexander curled up around Hephaistion’s pillow, inhaled deeply and willed the morning to come. He must have fallen asleep because the sound of the door shutting caused him to jerk. Before he could yell at whoever was intruding, familiar laughter warmed the room.
“Hephaistion,” he cried with delight. He sat up to watch his lover walk toward the bed. “I thought you wouldn’t be back for another week.”
“I missed you so I hurried back. Although, if you want me to leave so you can have more time with the pillow…” he lover teased, turning as though to leave.
Alexander quickly grabbed the dark haired man and pulled him onto the bed. “Never,” he growled and then pressed a passionate kiss on the sensual lips. He dismissed the page that had followed Hephaistion and prepared his lover for bed. Overriding the other man’s sexual overtures, he said, “Time enough for that in the morning. You must be tired and I need you well rested for the reunion I have in mind.”
For now he was content that Hephaistion was back at his side. Squeezing him close, Alexander inhaled the calming scent. The other man quickly gave into sleep, truly being exhausted from the fast paced journey. Feeling the familiar weight pressing against him, Alexander easily gave into sleep. All was right with his world again.
The end
Title: Missing You
Pairing: A/H
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Slash, slight angst
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. For fun, not profit.
Missing You
Alexander wandered through the chambers. They were cleaned regularly by the servants and kept ready for use, but felt empty and abandoned without pages, servants and his other generals coming and going. They were barren without his lover to occupy them. He wandered over to a dresser and opened a drawer at random. Inside were trinkets that Alexander had bought for Hephaistion.
Choosing one haphazardly, he lifted out small, delicately wrought golden elephant. Its tiny tusks were real ivory and a blanket was created on its back with various inlaid precious gems. He had found it during their first trip to Athens and bought it for his lover for no reason. Alexander remembered the other man’s smile when he had presented it to him. Hephaistion had thanked him with a sweet kiss and then said with utter conviction that he would lead them to India one day so they could see these strange beasts in real life.
Ah, his Hephaistion. Beautiful, faithful Hephaistion, who always believed in him. Alexander knew beyond doubt that his lover would follow him to the very ends of the world, to the end of the ocean where the water finally bent and fell away from the world. He need not ask and still his lover would be there, standing at his side. What had he done to be blessed by the Gods with such a love?
He put the elephant back and lifted out a bent, slightly worn golden snake. The figurine was not worn from lack of care on Hephaistion’s part, but from Alexander. He had bought it as a birthday gift, but Hephaistion had been injured in a battle two days before. He had been unconscious and struggling against fever when the day came and passed. Alexander had stayed close to his side, holding the present tightly in his grip.
Hephaistion had awoken the next day, and Alexander had given him the now worse for wear snake. When he had apologized for the state of the gift, his lover had laughed, demanded a kiss and proclaimed that it was perfect. He had resisted all efforts to have it replaced or repaired.
Alexander returned it to the draw with all the other priceless gifts and pushed it shut. He knew that if he looked, he would find every single gift the he had given Hephaistion. His lover kept all of them, treating them with care. Pulling open another draw filled with simple, plain chitons, he took one in his hand and moved over to the bed. He knew that in the nightstand he would find the gifts the Hephaistion considered truly priceless.
He stripped off his clothes and pulled on the chiton that smelled of his lover. If his companions could see him now they would tease him mercilessly for acting as a young maiden pining away for her lover. Yet he couldn’t help himself. He missed Hephaistion. The other man had been gone for a month and a half on a mission Alexander had assigned him. He was loathed to send him, but knew that Hephaistion could take care of selecting a new king as none of his other companions could.
“And he’ll be gone another week,” Alexander moaned in complaint to himself.
He opened the draw of the nightstand. Inside were the gifts that Hephaistion treasured the most and liked to keep close to him. Most of the space was occupied by a slightly tatter copy of the ‘Iliad’ they used to read as youths. After he had become king he had borrowed it from the palace library and given it to Hephaistion. They still pulled it out on peaceful nights and read to each other.
The other two gifts were things that Alexander had wanted to thrown away, but Hephaistion wouldn’t let him. He had been trying his hand, rather unsuccessfully, at the arts. The first one was a small carving of Bucephalus. The wood its self was beautiful - dark, almost black, with lighter swirls running through it. Unfortunately, he had murdered it with his clumsy attempt to carve a replica of his beloved horse. Alexander had decided to throw it into the fire when Hephaistion asked to have it.
Unable to refuse his dearest friend, at the time, he had handed over the ruin of a carving. Hephaistion had taken it to a craftsman, had it sanded and lightly polished. After that he had always kept it close. He had even found a small, padded box to store it in when they were traveling.
The last was a drawing he had made of his sleeping lover. He had made it the first night they had consummated their love. Hephaistion had fallen asleep while he had been wakeful and restless. Watching Hephaistion sleep, Alexander had decided it was the most beautiful thing he had seen. Sliding out of the bed, he had sketched the other man. This one was actually his third attempt. The other two had been ripped up and fed to the fire. Hephaistion had claimed it the next morning.
Looking at the disproportionate picture, he decided that he should see if he could find an artisan who could create some sort of frame for it. Or better yet, see if someone would teach him how to build a frame for it. Undoubtedly, his lover would treasure whatever mangled thing he presented him. First thing in the morning he would search out a skilled craftsman.
Lying down, Alexander curled up around Hephaistion’s pillow, inhaled deeply and willed the morning to come. He must have fallen asleep because the sound of the door shutting caused him to jerk. Before he could yell at whoever was intruding, familiar laughter warmed the room.
“Hephaistion,” he cried with delight. He sat up to watch his lover walk toward the bed. “I thought you wouldn’t be back for another week.”
“I missed you so I hurried back. Although, if you want me to leave so you can have more time with the pillow…” he lover teased, turning as though to leave.
Alexander quickly grabbed the dark haired man and pulled him onto the bed. “Never,” he growled and then pressed a passionate kiss on the sensual lips. He dismissed the page that had followed Hephaistion and prepared his lover for bed. Overriding the other man’s sexual overtures, he said, “Time enough for that in the morning. You must be tired and I need you well rested for the reunion I have in mind.”
For now he was content that Hephaistion was back at his side. Squeezing him close, Alexander inhaled the calming scent. The other man quickly gave into sleep, truly being exhausted from the fast paced journey. Feeling the familiar weight pressing against him, Alexander easily gave into sleep. All was right with his world again.
The end