Author: Rothalion

Title: Shadowboxing

Summery: Alexander reflecting on Hephaistion and more. Stone's movie-verse driven. First ATG fan fic. An expansion of Cleitus punching Hephaistion at the banquet before the wedding. I love that scene. Not sure where it will go just yet, it's already growing far larger than planned.

POV switch to Cleitus.

Thanks to Shoenlee for this idea of hearing Cleitus' views. Thanks to everyone else who has read and reviewed! What good is writing if we don't know what other folks think about it. This as well as other nonsense will be posted on my LJ at

Rating: PG-17 for safety. Warning this is Cleitus! STRONG language! Rape descriptions.

Disclaimer: Don't own him. After all, besides Hephaistion who could?

Shadowboxing Chapter Five

Cleitus Sulks and Rants

So the little wretch of an ass-licker has had his revenge. By the gods I will not leave this deed unanswered. Hephaistion, the king's pretty little cock.

"I should have killed you Hephaistion, I should have killed you!"

Order me to a review! A review by you! Strip my men and myself. Degrade me! You forget, Hephaistion that I too was once a king's boy, Philip's. We though, unlike you and Alexander, are true men and we knew to end it with honor!

"Outrank me. Outrank 'me' Hephaistion! I need wine!"

Where is that boy off to now? Spiros was never so dull.

"Arian! Arian! Gods be damned boy, fetch me more wine! Why are you so slow Arian? Why? Will it take me a decade to train you up as good as Spiros was Arian? Wine you sluggard, now!"

"Here Cleitus, here. Please don't shout about Hephaistion sir. You've mostly avoided the kings wrath, Cleitus. Guard your fortune and ease up on the wine sir."

"Mind your mouth boy and stoke that fire! The king wouldn't dare lay hands on me. He owes me his life."

His life. His father's life. For what? So you can lead us all over the world on a whim Alexander? So you can marry the filthy leftovers of the beggars you've squashed under our blood soaked feet and call them queen. So you can make that glorified little harlot Hephaistion your Second in command. Chilliarch, my blackguards ass.

"You're my king's whore and consort Hephaistion and not a damn thing more!"

Command 'me', will you Hephaistion? Who was in command that night three weeks past, General Hephaistion, hmm? I'd love to hear your answer to that, General Hephaistion Amytor. Chilliarch.

Oh, while I grieve the loss of my boy and my men, I would not trade it for the memory of you, on your knees, battered and naked on that cold, dry creek bed. If only your great king could have seen you then, with your pretty, king's ass kissing rear up for grabs. If only your Alexander could have heard you scream. Your Alexander. 'Your' Alexander!

"What pig shit! He is and always will be 'ours'!"

And scream you did Phai. That's what he calls you when you ply your wares in his bedroom, isn't it Hephaistion? Phai! Oh yes I've heard him slip up on occasion and sputter it from his drunk lips at a banquet while he ogled your pretty face; or even sober during a meeting when the two of pass those secretive and all knowing tiny glances at each other. Phai. Do you remember that I whispered it in your ear as I took from you what should have been his? Do you Phai? Oh, and what a surprise I had! Twice the enjoyment! Sometimes the gods bless even the vilest deeds. Who would have guessed that it is you who rides our king. Who would have taken you for the blushing, bare assed virgin? Scream you did, General Hephaistion, you screamed and screamed and screamed like a pig at slow slaughter. Too bad by the time Spiros got to you your voice had gone dry and all you managed was a desperate puling.

"Spiros, my lovely dark eyed Spiros. I will avenge you!"

Hephaistion! I've watched for too long as you fucked and weaseled your way into his life and council chamber. I stood back with Philip and let it go because it made Olympias so blindly insane with jealousy to watch how you and her son got on. How many times had I begged 'you', Philip, my true king, to let me take him, son of a revered commander or not. Take him and drive the beautiful, horny little Athenian sycophant from the heart of your son, my prince and by your order my sworn charge.

Yes, Hephaistion, I will allow you this. You, regardless of how much I hate you and what you've done to my kings, you were a beautiful boy, and to be fair, 'Phai' I will allow, as well, that you grew into a beautiful man.

Did I want you? By the gods yes! Your long, lithe yet strong legs and clear blue eyes. Your smile and always glad and open face. The thought of those legs wrapped round my waist haunted my dreams and fueled my jealousy, boy. And now you would claim to command me! A command that you fucked your way into. That you came into by sneaking through the back door, by chipping away at my king's weakness'.

"Maybe it took me a few years you little prick, but you're 'my' boy now!"

"Please…please Cleitus for the love of Phoebus stop yelling these words so loudly! Do you wish to follow Spiros into death, Cleitus? Please, heed your true boys' words."

I threw my feet from the camp table and flung myself at him. The slap was louder than my ranting and it split both of his lips.

"True boy! True boy, you stupid and puerile fool! Spiros, was my 'true boy' you have no idea what you're babbling! Get me some more fucking wine and do it fast before I snap your foolish, skinny neck."

Truth and true. I'm no damned philosopher and have no stomach for their prattle, but I know what is true! Philip's dream was true. Now I wonder who drives this campaign, my king's son or his blue eyed whore. To have Alexander compare himself to gods and heroes I can deal with but Hephaistion, his cock sure rule over my Alexander must end. Gods strike me dead! And now, Hephaistion, to have the knowledge that you have sullied Alexander by taking the top in this sick relationship that you two claim, if pushed, is blessed by the gods. Achilles and Patroclus! What nonsense Alexander! And Hephaistion! That you bugger my king and he allows it. That you rule over the greatest victor of all time. It burns my mind to know these things, General Hephaistion Amytor. It can't be allowed to continue! Philip bade me to watch over you Alexander. Would you have me go back on a promise. Remember the day your father died, Alexander? Recall his words. To trust me always. That I would have your back.

"I have nothing Alexander! Nothing! And this rapacious interloper now covers your back. Covers 'my' king!"

I wonder if they've talked about it? Hah! I'd give my sword arm to be a flea in Alexander's bed when they do! How much will that spoiled little bitch tell? How much will he allow his lover to know. Will you, General Hephaistion, admit to him your piglet pitched screams? Will the king's stallion speak of your own dread? Will you tell your king what it felt like to be ravaged not by only me but six of my best men? Tell how it felt to be taken by 'my boy'! Will you Phai, you whelp of black love, tell how you bade us to leave off and take your life and spare your virgin ass. Yes, you were saving it, weren't you Phai? Like some sick personal temple, for 'your' Alexander weren't you General, Chilliarch Hephaistion Amytor. Gods be damned, maybe you even enjoyed it.

Yes, now that's a thought! A short letter to the proud father of the defiled and plundered General. Better yet…oh and this will cut as no blade could. A letter to you Phai, telling how your Alexander spent his morning the day you were missing. Yes, fucking that Persian eunuch. Fucking pretty Bagoas. Oh yes, Phai! It was pretty Bagoas who was warming your lover's bed while your life bled out onto the cold, hard, dry sand. How I love loyal spies!

Yes, that's it Hephaistion. I won't get my revenge with one strike. I will slice away at the two of you as a hound does when bringing down a stag. Small, yet wicked cuts and barbs. Nips and bites. I'll sit back and watch the two of you bleed out slowly. Philip be damned! Alexander has drifted from the cause and it's you, General Hephaistion, you licentious bitch, you who has steered him from our course! I will avenge both you Philip, and you Spiros. I will right this sinking ship called Alexander's world rule and turn us back onto the road that you, my great and only king, King Philip, sketched out for us.

Where's that boy?

"Arian! Get your young, ripe ass out here and tend to me! Arian!"

Yes, let the bold little rat pleasure me into forgetting, at least for a few hours, the pain in my empty, lost, black heart.