Alexander and Hephaestion drabbles

By: adrianasntlln

Rating: M (just to be safe)

Statue: WIP

Summary: Drabbles ranging from fighting to flirting, all surrounding Alexander and his true Love, Hephaestion. May join some to make a full on story but for now, drabbles it is.


Enjoy!


1.

Word Count: 339

"I have done nothing but love you, Alexander, every fiber of my being yearns to be with you, yearns to be touched by you. I can't just throw that away like you apparently can. I cannot be cold, conniving, and cruel one moment and then a loving the next. Its not me and it is certainly not you!"

"That is not I! I have never been anything but loving and caring towards you, ever. Have I not nursed you back to health? Have I not been faithful to you at every turn?" Alexander countered.

"Have I not lain with you after each and every one of your tantrums, calming your nerves and assuring you? Have I not defended you and remained by your side through every battle both verbal and physical? Have I not yearned enough for you, is that it? Is that why you seek comfort in another's embrace?"

"I am your king," Alexander warned. "Do not make accusations at me without proof!"

"You want proof, Xander?" Hephaestion asked his voice cracking. "How about the Persian boy that is always at your bed? Or the-"

"Do not accuse me of something, you yourself have indulged in!" Roared the king as he paced the room. "I am but a man, Phai. I have desires, as do you. I seek comfort in others, as I am sure you do as well."

"I do no such thing, Alexander. I swear to you under all that I hold dear, I have not been with any other. You are my only desire, not comfort nor lust, but you. You are the one thing that my heart desires, my being desires. No other man, or woman, have I ever indulged in."

"And what guarantee do I have of that? You think it doesn't pain me to see women and men flaunting themselves at you, practically rapping you with their eyes? You think I don't see that glint in your eye when they approach you, when they flirt with you? Do think I'm blind, Hephaestion?"


2.

Word count: 310

Hephaestion rubs his throbbing temples. This was all too much for him and much too soon. Was it not a month ago, 20 years ago, that they had first lain together? Shared a bed and a multitude of kisses while in each other's embrace? Had it not been 20 years since he had told him repeatedly how much he loved him, wanted him, longed for him every minute they spent together? And for what? To have it all thrown back in his face in front of everyone.

He loved Alexander; he loved him with not only his heart and body but with his soul. Never before had he felt this way, never. Not for anyone or anything, not one but his best fried, his Xander. There was nothing Hephaestion wouldn't do for Alexander, but did the King feel the same way

Did he love him as he pulled that eunuch and kissed him as the crowd around him cheered? Had he even noticed Hephaestion leave the room, a hand over his mouth as he fought back the bile in his throat that threatened to escape? The bile that held shattered pieces of his heart, the heart that had once belonged to Alexander.

He felt Alexander before hearing him approach, his heart beating much to fast for him to hear anything. His heart stopped and he gasped for air, as Alexander turned him, his face lined with worry.

"Are you ill, Hephaestion?" The king asked softly.

"I am fine, my king," Hephaestion said with much more calmness that he thought possible given his state.

"Let me walk you to-"

"I am capable of getting to my tent by myself, my king," Hephaestion interrupted. "I bid you good night."

He turned, heading to his tent, as tears erupted from his eyes. Tears that Alexander shall never see, he vowed.


3.

Word Count: 219

"Hephaestion?" Alexander said as he approaches Hephaestion from behind. "What did I do to upset you so?" His voice sound tired, wary and most certainty annoyed.

This had been their dance for the last week, arguments, apologies, and arguments again; a forced kiss and a stealthy retreated. Alexander usually did the retreating but tonight Hephaestion was the one to retreat into a pit of self-loathing at seeing Alexander smile for another.

"You have done nothing, love. I am the one to blame, as always. My insecurities are always what pull me away from savoring you," Hephaestion turned to face his lover, his blue eyes melting at the sight of Alexander' brown ones. He took in a breath before gently bringing up his hand and caressing Alexander' stubbly cheek, his thumb tracing the length of his full lips.

"You were never a good liar, Phai," Alexander whispered into his hair. "Tell me what bothers you. Is it Cleitus again? Have his jokes finally penetrated your wall?"

Hephaestion shook his head and looked to his hands. If only he knew it were his actions that penetrated not only his wall, but also his heart. How it is he who inflicts such damages that it hurts him to breathe.

"It is nothing," Hephaestion replied turning around with a smile on his face.


4.

Word Count: 199

"Love," Alexander cooed as he grabbed Hephaestion's neck and pulled their faces together. "I'm sorry."

As much as he tried, Hephaestion can't resist kissing Alexander when his head is tilted back by the hand on his neck. He opens his mouth and moans as Alexander' tongue quickly enters his warm cave. For a moment, everything just melts away. There is no battles to worry about, no doubts and no arguments, nothing but the two of them kissing, the two of them showing their love through this simple act.

That is until Hephaestion feels hands tugging at his tunic, relentless in their pursuit. Hephaestion snaps back into reality and pushes Alexander away harshly. He reties his tunic and turns away, tears spilling from his eyes. His mind scurries to find a reason for these unwanted tears but is confused when he finds none. Why do these tears fall as they do without a provocation?

The Persian flutters pass his mind, his body gyrating in front of an intoxicated Alexander who reaches out to touch him, night after night, while Hephaestion is forced to watch as his heart falls apart with every touch, every smile he dares give that Persian boy.


5.

Word Count: 138

"How can that be for me when your gaze is directed at the bodies of those... those... prostitutes!" Hephaestion waved his arm in agitation.

What was he playing at, Alexander wondered.

"Alexander," Hephaestion continued. "Are you not the one to flaunt your Persian slave in my face? Are you not the one to kiss that slave in front of everyone, breaking my heart in the process? Are you not the one to-"

"I get it!" Alexander yelled.

"No, you do not," Hephaestion muttered turning to leave the room.

"Now, I know it goes past your head and into your heart. I apologize, my love. I never, not even in my wildest dreams, meant to hurt you." Alexander whispered, his heart beating rapidly as he gazed into the blue that he loved so much that were Hephaestion's eyes.