Field Trip
"I swear, Hephaestion, this isn't what it looks like," Alexander cries, looking nervously over the shoulder of the strange foreigner who'd invaded his bed chamber a short while ago. The man was utter charm, his grin and brilliant blue eyes reminiscent of Hephaestion's own.
"It looks to me," Hephaestion hisses, running the edge of his blade against the dark-haired man's throat, "like this intruder is taking liberties that are not his to take."
The stranger—Jack—turns his head very slowly, glancing at Hephaestion. "Calm down now. No one wants to do anything they'll regret later."
Hephaestion's gaze hardens and the blade is pressed more firmly against the foreigner's neck. Even so, he moves very slowly to stand, turning so that he is standing perpendicular to both of them. Jack seems unconcerned that his odd trousers are open. Alexander quickly lowered his chiton before rising.
All at once, Hephaestion's eyes widen, his muscles tensing.
"I highly recommend that you put your sword away," a new voice says from behind his lover.
"Enough of that, Ianto," Jack drawls, rolling his eyes. "There's no need for the stun gun."
"Well if you'd just done what we were supposed to and get that artefact this wouldn't be necessary," Ianto growls, obviously just as annoyed as Hephaestion appears to be. "I'm beginning to see now why the Doctor didn't want to reactivate your vortex manipulator's time travel capabilities."
"Hey!" Jack's shout is part amusement, part indignation.
"Did you even find what we came here for?"
Jack's face is entirely unrepentant as he reaches around him to pick up what he'd always thought was just some odd Persian figure. Alexander knows that Jack is leaning closer than necessary on purpose. The glint in his eyes says as much.
When Jack turns back around, he jerks slightly which means that Hephaestion's sword is once again at his throat.
"You're quite a kinky guy," Jack tells Hephaestion before tilting his head to see Ianto. "See. No more apocalypse. Now I really don't see why you had to ruin my fun. There's even one here for you to play with."
"He is standing right here," Hephaestion says sternly, taking a step towards Jack, his blade sliding over Jack's shoulder. "And he is not amused by any of this."
"You can always join in if you want. I'm not picky."
This time it's Ianto who's growling. "All right, that's enough. Jack, we're going back to the Hub now and no you can't take Alexander the Great on a field trip to the future."
"Really, Ianto, you're no fun at all," Jack sulks, stepping around Hephaestion and towards the other man. There's a brilliant flash of blue light and then they're gone.
Leaving him and Hephaestion alone.
"You're cheeks are flushed," Hephaestion observes as he comes to stand directly in front of him. He still has his sword and he's running the tip lightly along Alexander's jaw. "You were enjoying yourself."
Alexander meets Hephaestion's vibrant blue eyes, grinning unrepentantly. "I'll enjoy myself far more with you here."
"Very good answer," Hephaestion murmurs, leaning in to catch Alexander's lips. "Very good."
"Did you hear what he called me?" Alexander asked between kisses.
Hephaestion smiles against his lips. "That I did. Alexander the Great. Looks like you'll be remembered for a while."
"Like Achilles."
Hephaestion merely rolls his eyes. "None of that now. If you want someone to stroke your ego, go see Bagoas."
Alexander shakes his head, holding Hephaestion's gaze. "No. I want you."