To annakas: Happiness and fluff? Go read 'The world gone mad'… lol. Oh wait, you have. :) Well, hold on to that happiness and fluff, and keep in mind those are the same Phai and Alex, and that all will be well. And so the angst in this story continues…
To CNitroJunkie: Thanks, it's good to hear that there are more people reading this story! I'm really glad you like it!
To Siobhan: Ahh, I keep forgetting you can't know which way this is heading… yet. Hehe.
To Annie: Don't worry dear, I adore long reviews. Yours must've been the longest so far! ;) So, here's the Philip chapter on request, and as I said I do think it adds something… even if I am feeling really sorry for a certain person now. This must be the meanest chapter so far. :'(
Oh my… I truly hope I can write this story like I had it in mind and keep it believable, lol. I think it should work out though. Yeah, it should work out.
I've just picked up 'The Persian boy' from the library today, I am really curious what it will be like. All kinds of people have been telling me to read it though, so I guess I'll like it. Here I come, Bagoas!
PS: I like this flashback-technique a lot, btw. You're processing it very well.
That's wonderful, thank you! This were enough flashbacks for now though, let's focus on the present. There is enough to worry about I'd say… ;)
Post-PPS: Appreciated? Your work is definitely most appreciated, dear!
Great, great! Enjoy the new chap:))
To Gemini Gypsy: He is creepy, truly, give Phai an extra hug…
To alll: I am usually two chapters ahead of what I'm posting with writing, but I have to admit that this is the last chapter I have here for now… I've been focusing on 'The world gone mad' the past days, I just needed to get out of the angsty stuff for a bit and write something amusing. So perhaps it'll take me a few days to update this time, forgive me. :)
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Despite the fire and several candles placed around the room, a shiver passed down Philip's back. With a sigh, he put down the letter he had been reading. Aristotle was indeed very fond of the young man that was his son's best friend, and had confirmed the two were inseparable and without doubt meant for a great future together. Not that he particularly cared about Aristotle's opinion on this matter. Sure, he could be right… if he would let them, that was.
Closing his eyes and leaning back against the pillows, he remembered the soft feeling of Hephaistion's lips against his, so sweet and youthful… He was not one to hold back on what he wanted. He would not let his own son stop him from what he wanted. If only he could ignore the memory of those amazingly blue, shocked eyes. He would have to be patient… He could do that. He'd waited his whole life to have someone like that in his bed. The boy was… ahh, he was just Hephaistion… perfect. Beautiful and alluring, clever and brave. He understood his son, understood him all too well. Philip reached for the goblet on his nightstand, sipped on his wine, then gulped down all of it at once.
A knock on his door made him look up, and he wiped his mouth and threw the goblet on the floor. Whatever. "Come in, Pausanias."
A tall young man entered, smiled in greeting and closed the door behind him. "Good evening, my king." He was wearing a beautifully embroidered chiton, his dark hair was securely combed back.
Philip just stared, his thoughts travelling elsewhere. Softness…He swallowed and tasted the strong wine on his lips, knew he needed more. With a motion of his hand he alerted his young lover to the empty goblet lying on the floor, and obediently Pausanias went to get it, refilled it - agonisingly slow , and handed it over him. Philip emptied it with long gulps, then motioned for another refill. He had tasted, and wanted more. Would have it, if he wished. Out of free will… who would truly want Alexander… yes, he should wait.
When the young man standing next to his bed seemed to hesitate, Philip sent him a hard, warning glare. This Pausanias was smart enough and certainly pleasing, but should not be getting any ideas. He had been taking too much freedom lately, the king realised, he would have to do something about that soon.
Sighing heavily, he accepted the wine and drank half of it before offering the rest to the younger. After a short hesitation, Pausanias accepted and drank. Philip smiled. This was better. He groaned lazily as warm, blurry feelings began to spread through his mind and body, and then the other began kissing him…
Philip let him for a moment, then pushed him backwards, and looked at the young man's slightly parted lips, wet from wine and saliva, and the deep dark eyes that stared back at him with such devotion.
"Let me please you, my king… ease your troubles."
Philip breathed in deeply and let the air slip away lazily while his eyes darted through the room, then back to his lover. "I would give you the night off."
A light frown came over the other's face, and his dark gaze intensified. "My king, I thought… we had crossed the point of duty. Am I not here every night of my own free will? Do you not care for me… Philip? Let me be here for you."
"Ha!" Philip barked, and his lips formed half a smile before hauling the other onto the bed, giving him a hard kiss and undressing him quickly and without care. Yes, he would have his way. It was not this man that would stop him. Certainly not. Agile hands reached out to remove his own clothing, but he slapped them away. "Get down," he growled.
He would have another task for Pausanias soon, after this was done… If he would still think it the right thing to do then… If this had not satisfied him… But he doubted it would.
