Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Alexander the Great and his companion Hephaestion belong for a very small part to Oliver Stone and for the largest to history. The actors whom portray them in the movie 'Alexander', Colin Farrell and Jared Leto, belong to themselves.

AN: I forgot to mention that there indeed would be a continuation to this story, although it will be a short one. I think one or two more chapters after this. Alexander and Hephaestion find themselves in a heated discussion right before the battle which will mark Alexander as the conquerer.

King of my heart 2

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A hand laid so very softly on his arm and the cool general turned into the man he knew so well and loved beyond everything earthly, beyond reason sometimes even. History, fortune… they simply didn't compare.

"Of course I remember." Hephaestion dared to say, as a small smile played about his lips. It was not mocking however, but merely giving Alexander the answer he had been searching.

"Would you now then, come inside?"

From any other man, this would have sounded like a plea. The young King always managed to let it sound like a mere request, so that Hephaestion would not feel obligated. How badly he knew the heart of the general, the young man noticed the Alexanders eyes and felt so much caring that he could do no more but nod.

Alexander walked inside the tent and held the cloth which served as a door open for the cautious general to enter. It was almost completely dark inside and Hephaestion didn't go past his king until he got used to these new surroundings and he could gather the scarce outlines of the furniture inside. He didn't need his eyesight to feel the hand on his shoulder though.

"My dearest Hephaestion." Alexander mumbled as he stepped around the ever watchful general until he stood in front of him. "Even right before a battle you dare to defy me."

"I did not…" The young man began, but the King cut him off swiftly by laying a finger on his lips.

"You did, but I care not. I hope you even continue. I at least know that your opinion is honest."

Hephaestion lowered his eyes for a moment as Alexanders fingers lingered on his lips. It would take a huge amount of willpower to step away now, an amount which the young general did not posess at this very moment, nor cared to posess.

"Always, Alexander." He answered softly as he kissed the finger which rested against his lips. It produced a sigh from the young King.

"At this very moment I would wish that tomorrow never came." He let his hand roam over the beautifully sculpted cheek of his companion, who relented and merely revelled in the sensation.

"No, Alexander… Do not wish for such things. Greater things are still to come for you." Hephaestion exclaimed as he finally moved and his hand rested atop of the one of his king.

"Not only for me."

"It is your name that will forever be mentioned in history, my Alexander." Hephaestion smiled. "I do not envy you for it. You will have earned more than any other."

"Your name will be there alongside mine."

"There will probably be a sentence about me, yes." The young general grinned, but Alexander took it quite seriously.

"Was Patrocles just a mere sentence in history?"

"No."

"Then, why would you be?"

"Do you remember how he became history?"

It took a few seconds before Alexander realised what Hephaestion had just said. When it dawned on him, his eyes widened and he crossed whichever distance rested between them and embraced the young general.

"I would never wish you any harm." He whispered hoarsely.

"Of course, I know that."

The reply came swiftly and without a single doubt. Hephaestion returned the embrace in the same manner.

"But how ever great in tactics you are, Alexander, you can not decide for the gods who dies in the war and who not. You have a lot of power…"

"All the power in the world means nothing to me if you aren't there with me to enjoy it. If I were a god, I would merely direct my power at keeping you where you belong." Alexander mumbled into the ear of Hephaestion, who slightly shuddered at the low voice of his friend and lover.

"At the moment I should be among my men, to talk about the tactics you have told us. They are brilliant, but daring… we still aren't agreed on it."

Alexander sighed and let go of his friend. He even growled slightly as it was so obvious that the king wasn't… the war lord at this moment, but merely a young man who needed comfort before the day of battle. Still, the one he so cared for did everything to keep him away at a certain distance.

"Go then… go towards your men if you care more about them than about me."

"Alexander."

"How would you feel, knowing that you have to share the one you love?" Alexander asked, but he met steel blue eyes, who looked rather menacing towards him.

"I know exactly how that feels, my King. You are a king of your people and I command you for it, but if it comes to sharing, I fear that you couldn't even grasp the idea."

The general took a step towards Alexander and the young King only now realised that he was rewarded with a glimpse of the heart of Hephaestion as a hand laid itself softly on his cheek.

"I share you with the world… my Alexander." Hephaistion whispered. "And I care not for it, because I know that you will always return."

AN: Tell me what you think!