AN: I'm sorry this next chapter took so long, but I've been away on hollidays and didn't have access to a computer. I hope that this makes up for it though. Thank you for all the lovely reviews I have received, it really means a lot to me!

King of my heart 3

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Neither of them wanted to be able and grasp what would happen if the other would ever leave this earth. So they didn't speak of it, knowing that whomever would remain behind, would swiftly gain his place in the netherworld as well.

"Will you remain Patrocles for me, Hephaestion?" Alexander asked. It was such a strange question and the young man in front of the king did not know how to answer it. He merely placed the hand which had rested on the cheek of Alexander at the back of his neck and drew him closer, stealing a kiss before pulling back.

"Does this answer your question?" He whispered softly as the shimmer in his eyes reflected a small sense of humour inside, certainly at this moment.

"Oh yes." Alexander mumbled before he leaned forward again and found his lips pressed against those of his general once again. How he had longed for this the previous days, spent alone in his tent and on his horse, thinking about how he would defeat Darius. All of this was banned out of his mind as Hephaestion answered his kiss and drew him in ever so slowly.

This time it was the dark haired young man who softly drew back, even a little and kissed a trail along the jawline of the king. As the seemingly skilled tongue of Hephaestion made its way to the ear of Alexander, the general murmured.

"If I were to die tomorrow… do not mourn me as your general." He mumbled into the ear of the king, but Alexander shook his head.

"You will not die. We will be victorious in the morning, I am certain of it. You will remain by my side for the rest of my life."

Wishful thinking it was, since every soldier was quite able to lose his life in battle. For his king, Hephaestion would catch any arrow and leap in front of any sword. Alexander would curse himself and his general for it, but still the relationship would remain so.

"Let us start with just this one night. We will see in the morning." Hephaestion whispered as he did not want to answer to the wish of Alexander, nor of his king.

"You would stay then."

"Anything for my King… and my Alexander."

With a slow smile Alexander caught the hand of his general and lead him to the makeshift bed in the tent, which was not even big enough for two persons to fit. Neither of them cared, they had done this kind of thing before, in their youth. It had always been Hephaestion who was invited to the chambers of the crown prince and who would cautiously accept. They had never been truly caught, but it had not taken long before everyone heard of the relationship between the young prince and Hephaestion.

"By the gods…" The general exclaimed softly, seemingly for no apparent reason.

Alexander smiled at Hephaestion as he thought about how this would be in the future. After the victory of tomorrow he would be a true emperor and he would dress all of the generals accordingly. But alone, in the privacy of his rooms, there would be more for Hephaestion… he would look like a prince himself.

"What are you thinking about?"

"You."

A short laugh emerged from between the lips of the general.

"Of course. You should be thinking about tomorrow… try to go to sleep." Hephaestion said with a small laugh, before Alexander silenced him once again by simply pressing his lips to his. Then, merely inches apart, he gazed at the man in front of him with a played stern look in his eyes.

"Will you finally stop this nonsense and stay where you are and where you belong? Close to me." The young king murmured before closing the distance between them again and welcoming the general warmly, embracing him fully. Hephaestion let Alexander have his way, just like he would be able to do anything else. He answered the kiss slowly, beginning to forget about their situation, that they were standing together in a tent on the brink of war.

Alexander smiled in their kiss, this time not letting Hephaestion take the upper hand in this, refusing to let him talk about how things could end up badly for them. For him, they were Achilles and Patrocles… If one were to die of the both of them, the other would be soon to join him in the eternal life, after taking their revenge.

They stumbled onto the small bed, but this time Hephaestion was the one who was the stronger of the two of them and ended the kiss, but not saying a word. They just laid together, looking into each others eyes, trying to see into each others mind.

Although the general did think about the consequences of tomorrow, even when it did end up badly, he did not want to part on bad terms with the young man below him. Alexander held his breath unconsciously as he looked at Hephaestion. His Hephaestion. The young man above him captured his lips in a deep kiss, tongues battling for dominance. The King relented soon enough and rejoiced in the fact that he had won, he had defeated his stubborn general.

Kissing and nibbling, Hephaestion made his way down to the chest of his lover. Alexander gasped at the hot mouth on his skin, but did not protest in the slightest, faint moans passing his lips. Although nothing Hephaestion did surprised him, they had discovered this fine art together, every time had been different. Tonight, emotions played such a big part. Tears shimmered in his eyes when he realised he had been the one defeated, again. Overcome by the soft whispers of his general together with his excellent skill, he surrendered.

"Hephaestion."

Soon the other young man joined him and brushed Alexanders hands aside. Kissing his lips tenderly he laid down on the pillow next to him, their bodies close since there was not enough room.

"Tonight is for you, Alexander. Just like tomorrow… Try to sleep."

The young man gave a faint smile and settled for sleep at last, clinging to Hephaestion.

"Love you." He murmured softly before he closed his eyes.

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