Missing You II - Reunited
Alexander/Hephaistion Fanfic
Title: Missing You II - Reunited
Pairing: A/H
Rating: R
Warning: Slash (explicit), fluff
Summary: Hephaistion is back.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. For fun, not profit.
Missing You II - Reunited
Alexander could hardly contain himself once the scouts returned to camp, signifying Hephaistion’s imminent arrival. Knowing his love was so close, he itched to touch him. However, he constrained himself to his tent. Ostensibly, he was doing yet more paper work. For the most part Alexander sat staring at the tent flap and impatiently tapping his pen. He would occasionally scribble something and then cross it out.
Hearing the sounds of horses outside, Alexander immediately stood. Men were calling greetings to Hephaistion and his returning soldiers. Alexander took a deep breath and then strode quickly out to greet his men. And his beloved.
By all the Gods, few things had ever looked as fair. Hephaistion sat tall and proud upon his distinctive brindle-coated stallion. The uniquely colored horse was a prized possession and gift from his father. Alexander knew that intricate patterns covered the well-crafted bridal and saddle. The stunning animal and matching tack had caught many a man’s eye, including him. But today he had eyes only for the rider. Hephaistion’s armor had a layer of dust. His cape was thrown back, showing all of his tanned arms and the gold bands around his biceps. Sitting astride his horse also pulled up the hem of his chiton to the middle of his thighs. Alexander’s mouth watered at the sight of the long, muscled legs.
Hephaistion had been hailing the men that had gathered to welcome him back. When Alexander stepped forward his eyes swung to him. The blue eyes sparkled and full lips turned up in a small smile. He dismounted while Alexander moved to meet him. The tightness in his head and chest that had been building over the last two weeks suddenly released. His body moved of its own accord, knowing what he needed. He wrapped Hephaistion in a tight hug. When they pulled apart, Alexander reached up and pulled his lover into a deep kiss. The soldiers around them cheered. Hephaistion gave him a look of surprise but remained relaxed in his arms.
Alexander left his side long enough to greet the other soldiers. Given the mood and the lack of bodies he surmised that their mission had gone well. He dismissed them with the promise of a casket of his fine wine. They shouted loudly in response, calling out praises and blessings. After they began disbursing, Alexander turned back to Hephaistion. He threw an arm around him and led him back to Alexander's tent. Once inside, he began to peel away his armor and the layers of clothing.
“Alexander, I stink of horse and the road. I’m covered with sweat and dust. Let me bathe and come back,” he said laughing, and putting up a token resistance as his lover stripped him.
Behind his back Bagoas pulled open the curtains the lead to the small bathing area in his tent. The observant eunuch had prepared a bath as soon as Alexander had left his tent. He smiled his thanks to the boy and steered Hephaistion backwards. He turned his now naked lover around. Hephaistion laughed in surprise and turned to give Bagoas a kiss. “I know this had to be your idea.” The eunuch lowered his eyes and bowed.
“Thank you, Bagoas. Will you go arrange a meal for us?” Alexander ordered. The boy left. He turned around to find Hephaistion already seated in the warm water. He knelt beside the tub and let his hands run over the bronze, muscled body. Dunking him under the water, Alexander began scrubbing his hair and body. His movements were quick and efficient. He wanted his lover clean and in his bed. Raising Hephaistion up, Alexander poured a bucket over his head and pulled him from the tub.
Hephaistion was pliant in his lover’s hands, letting Alexander maneuver him over to the bed and push him back on to it. Alexander followed him down. His hands moved restlessly over every inch of flesh he could reach. He moaned deep in his chest when Hephaistion’s hands stroked his erection. Somehow his lover had found a vial of oil. Wicked thighs wrapped around his waist and pulled their loins close. Alexander put the head of his erection against the entrance to his lover’s body. Slowly, he pushed home in one smooth stroke and drew groans from both of them.
Alexander took his lover fast and hard, purposely missing his lover’s pleasure gland with most of his thrusts. His hands were bruising where they grasped Hephaistion. He felt an unquenchable need possess his lover and draw him into his own flesh. Strong hands gripped his back. Lowering his head, he breathed in the fresh, intoxicating scent of Hephaistion. He licked over the other man’s shoulders and then bit down. The coppery tang of blood flooded his mouth. He swallowed down the precious liquid and then pressed his bloodied lips against Hephaistion’s as he spilled his seed deep inside his lover.
One hand found the abandoned vial and uncorked it. Pulling his softening cock out, Alexander turned his attention to Hephaistion’s. He lovingly coated it with oil. Beautiful moans escaped from the other man’s lips. Once his task was complete, Hephaistion rolled so he lay on top of him. His weight pressed Alexander down into the bed. And then his lover was over him, in him, surrounding him and filling all his senses. He was lost, drowning in Hephaistion’s eyes. Alexander could still taste his blood on his tongue. Felt hard muscles under his hands, and the hard flesh thrusting slowly into him. The heady scent of Hephaistion and sex filled the air. His ears were filled with the soothing voice of his beloved as the other murmured endearments to him.
He willing gave himself over to the moment. Ages of the world passed as Hephaistion loved and lightened not only his body, but his mind and soul as well. Alexander was near mindless with pleasure, mumbling incoherently and thrashing beneath his lover. His entire being was focused on the places where their flesh met and the man above him. Hephaistion, loving him eternally and entirely.
Hephaistion’s body stroking him inside and out all too soon caused bursts of pleasure throughout his flesh. Alexander arched violently, blind, deaf and mute. He was only vaguely aware of the hard flesh clenched in his hands. He hovered in the calm, black aftermath for a time. When he finally came back to himself, Hephaistion was still. The familiar weight pressed his body down into the mattress. His lover was covering his face with light kisses and whispering nothings in Greek to him.
Turning his head slightly, Alexander returned the light kisses. Hephaistion offered him a brilliant smile that was mostly in his amazing eyes. Alexander swallowed hard, and spoke in a hushed, scratchy voice. “I love you, my Hephaistion.”
“And I you, my Alexander.”
They both shifted slightly, to lay more comfortably in their currant position. Alexander twined his legs tightly around his lover’s waist, holding him close into him. Every muscle in his body felt heavy and loose. He felt an answering exhaustion in his lover. Bliss.
“Hard day?”
Alexander pulled a face
“Week?”
“Dragging eternity since you left.”
Hephaistion kissed his forehead and then stared hard into his eyes. He knew that his lover could glean some of his emotions just from his eyes. Hephaistion had always been able to read him so clearly. At times it even surprised him. It sometimes seemed as if they truly did share one mind and soul. He knew that his lover would question him on the events behind his feelings. Eventually. But, Hephaistion knew him better than any other. He settled on top of Alexander and began to speak about his mission.
Alexander wrapped his arms tightly about the other man’s back and let his eyes drift close. He caught the words with some part of his mind, but listened to the voice that spoke. Quiet and steady. Comforting. Hephaistion could go on thus for hours. Had when they were younger, reading aloud or simply speaking for hours. Now and again throughout the night when his demons chased him hardest.
Here, with Hephaistion. Touching him, tasting him, smelling him, hearing him, seeing him. In him, around him, pressed together, half made whole. This was his youth, his future, his one true home. This was his heart, his soul. This was his sanity.
Title: Missing You II - Reunited
Pairing: A/H
Rating: R
Warning: Slash (explicit), fluff
Summary: Hephaistion is back.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them. For fun, not profit.
Missing You II - Reunited
Alexander could hardly contain himself once the scouts returned to camp, signifying Hephaistion’s imminent arrival. Knowing his love was so close, he itched to touch him. However, he constrained himself to his tent. Ostensibly, he was doing yet more paper work. For the most part Alexander sat staring at the tent flap and impatiently tapping his pen. He would occasionally scribble something and then cross it out.
Hearing the sounds of horses outside, Alexander immediately stood. Men were calling greetings to Hephaistion and his returning soldiers. Alexander took a deep breath and then strode quickly out to greet his men. And his beloved.
By all the Gods, few things had ever looked as fair. Hephaistion sat tall and proud upon his distinctive brindle-coated stallion. The uniquely colored horse was a prized possession and gift from his father. Alexander knew that intricate patterns covered the well-crafted bridal and saddle. The stunning animal and matching tack had caught many a man’s eye, including him. But today he had eyes only for the rider. Hephaistion’s armor had a layer of dust. His cape was thrown back, showing all of his tanned arms and the gold bands around his biceps. Sitting astride his horse also pulled up the hem of his chiton to the middle of his thighs. Alexander’s mouth watered at the sight of the long, muscled legs.
Hephaistion had been hailing the men that had gathered to welcome him back. When Alexander stepped forward his eyes swung to him. The blue eyes sparkled and full lips turned up in a small smile. He dismounted while Alexander moved to meet him. The tightness in his head and chest that had been building over the last two weeks suddenly released. His body moved of its own accord, knowing what he needed. He wrapped Hephaistion in a tight hug. When they pulled apart, Alexander reached up and pulled his lover into a deep kiss. The soldiers around them cheered. Hephaistion gave him a look of surprise but remained relaxed in his arms.
Alexander left his side long enough to greet the other soldiers. Given the mood and the lack of bodies he surmised that their mission had gone well. He dismissed them with the promise of a casket of his fine wine. They shouted loudly in response, calling out praises and blessings. After they began disbursing, Alexander turned back to Hephaistion. He threw an arm around him and led him back to Alexander's tent. Once inside, he began to peel away his armor and the layers of clothing.
“Alexander, I stink of horse and the road. I’m covered with sweat and dust. Let me bathe and come back,” he said laughing, and putting up a token resistance as his lover stripped him.
Behind his back Bagoas pulled open the curtains the lead to the small bathing area in his tent. The observant eunuch had prepared a bath as soon as Alexander had left his tent. He smiled his thanks to the boy and steered Hephaistion backwards. He turned his now naked lover around. Hephaistion laughed in surprise and turned to give Bagoas a kiss. “I know this had to be your idea.” The eunuch lowered his eyes and bowed.
“Thank you, Bagoas. Will you go arrange a meal for us?” Alexander ordered. The boy left. He turned around to find Hephaistion already seated in the warm water. He knelt beside the tub and let his hands run over the bronze, muscled body. Dunking him under the water, Alexander began scrubbing his hair and body. His movements were quick and efficient. He wanted his lover clean and in his bed. Raising Hephaistion up, Alexander poured a bucket over his head and pulled him from the tub.
Hephaistion was pliant in his lover’s hands, letting Alexander maneuver him over to the bed and push him back on to it. Alexander followed him down. His hands moved restlessly over every inch of flesh he could reach. He moaned deep in his chest when Hephaistion’s hands stroked his erection. Somehow his lover had found a vial of oil. Wicked thighs wrapped around his waist and pulled their loins close. Alexander put the head of his erection against the entrance to his lover’s body. Slowly, he pushed home in one smooth stroke and drew groans from both of them.
Alexander took his lover fast and hard, purposely missing his lover’s pleasure gland with most of his thrusts. His hands were bruising where they grasped Hephaistion. He felt an unquenchable need possess his lover and draw him into his own flesh. Strong hands gripped his back. Lowering his head, he breathed in the fresh, intoxicating scent of Hephaistion. He licked over the other man’s shoulders and then bit down. The coppery tang of blood flooded his mouth. He swallowed down the precious liquid and then pressed his bloodied lips against Hephaistion’s as he spilled his seed deep inside his lover.
One hand found the abandoned vial and uncorked it. Pulling his softening cock out, Alexander turned his attention to Hephaistion’s. He lovingly coated it with oil. Beautiful moans escaped from the other man’s lips. Once his task was complete, Hephaistion rolled so he lay on top of him. His weight pressed Alexander down into the bed. And then his lover was over him, in him, surrounding him and filling all his senses. He was lost, drowning in Hephaistion’s eyes. Alexander could still taste his blood on his tongue. Felt hard muscles under his hands, and the hard flesh thrusting slowly into him. The heady scent of Hephaistion and sex filled the air. His ears were filled with the soothing voice of his beloved as the other murmured endearments to him.
He willing gave himself over to the moment. Ages of the world passed as Hephaistion loved and lightened not only his body, but his mind and soul as well. Alexander was near mindless with pleasure, mumbling incoherently and thrashing beneath his lover. His entire being was focused on the places where their flesh met and the man above him. Hephaistion, loving him eternally and entirely.
Hephaistion’s body stroking him inside and out all too soon caused bursts of pleasure throughout his flesh. Alexander arched violently, blind, deaf and mute. He was only vaguely aware of the hard flesh clenched in his hands. He hovered in the calm, black aftermath for a time. When he finally came back to himself, Hephaistion was still. The familiar weight pressed his body down into the mattress. His lover was covering his face with light kisses and whispering nothings in Greek to him.
Turning his head slightly, Alexander returned the light kisses. Hephaistion offered him a brilliant smile that was mostly in his amazing eyes. Alexander swallowed hard, and spoke in a hushed, scratchy voice. “I love you, my Hephaistion.”
“And I you, my Alexander.”
They both shifted slightly, to lay more comfortably in their currant position. Alexander twined his legs tightly around his lover’s waist, holding him close into him. Every muscle in his body felt heavy and loose. He felt an answering exhaustion in his lover. Bliss.
“Hard day?”
Alexander pulled a face
“Week?”
“Dragging eternity since you left.”
Hephaistion kissed his forehead and then stared hard into his eyes. He knew that his lover could glean some of his emotions just from his eyes. Hephaistion had always been able to read him so clearly. At times it even surprised him. It sometimes seemed as if they truly did share one mind and soul. He knew that his lover would question him on the events behind his feelings. Eventually. But, Hephaistion knew him better than any other. He settled on top of Alexander and began to speak about his mission.
Alexander wrapped his arms tightly about the other man’s back and let his eyes drift close. He caught the words with some part of his mind, but listened to the voice that spoke. Quiet and steady. Comforting. Hephaistion could go on thus for hours. Had when they were younger, reading aloud or simply speaking for hours. Now and again throughout the night when his demons chased him hardest.
Here, with Hephaistion. Touching him, tasting him, smelling him, hearing him, seeing him. In him, around him, pressed together, half made whole. This was his youth, his future, his one true home. This was his heart, his soul. This was his sanity.