Author's Note: Short, un-beta'd and, of course, Alexander/Hephaistion. Review please.
Author's Note 2: Hephaistion was not at all meant to sound weak here, we was just having a momentary breakdown.
You Cry
You know he loves you. You know he's thinking about you as he thrusts into the boy. Does he moan your name? You don't know, but you've never heard him cry out anyone else's.
He tells you he loves no one else. Can you really believe him? People say many things they do not mean. Does he tell Bagoas the same? No. Alexander gives Bagoas his body in pleasure, not his heart. He does not whisper words of love to his whore.
When you're alone with him, he loves you completely -- not a physical or emotional inch of your body that he does not touch. His hands, his words, the way he makes love to you. You are his, always. And he tells you so.
Bagoas tries to flaunt his position as Alexander's bedmate -- you will not be jealous. You have him more completely than Bagoas ever could.
Roxane looks at you disgustedly as you give that ring to Alexander. She won't settle for second place, nor third if Bagoas pleases Alexander. A glimmer in her eyes tells you of what's to come, tells you of your own death. You think she won't go through with it. You look at him, watch him as you leave them.
When you are back to your bedroom, you cry. They're stealing him from you. You fall to the ground and sob for what was. For what should be.