Disclaimer: I don't own anything about the movie Alexander, nor the history about them. Colin Farrell and Jared Leto belong to themselves, Alexander and Hephaestion to history.

AN: And so we have come to the final chapter. I've watched the movie last night and I hope that I have done those gentle souls (in private moments then) justice.

King of my heart 4

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Only a few hours later, Hephaestion woke from the deep sleep he had been in, the first since long. Ever since he had first stepped out of the safety of his home to follow his Alexander towards his dreams.

He looked down upon the young man laying next to him. It was in these times that he realised how much he loved his king. Even before he had become a king Hephaestion could not get away from Alexander. With a soft sigh he let his finger trail the cheek of his lover, before letting his hand rest at the nape of his neck.

Hephaestion wondered about the softness of the other mans hair. Usually he did not get the opportunity to touch it, but tonight seemed different in so many ways. Although he did not want to wake Alexander up, not when the occasion in the morning was so important. He knew that he should rest himself as well, but he could not. If these hours were the last he spent on this earth, it would be by gazing at the one person he loved more than anything on the entire world.

Alexander stirred in his sleep and Hephaestion pulled his hands away, keeping them by his side, but the eyelids of the other fluttered open. Sleepily, he gazed at him.

"Is it morning already?"

"No, there are still a few hours left."

"Why are you not asleep then?"

The voice sounded a little groggy, as Alexander rested on his elbows and leaned his head back a bit to get a good look at Hephaestion. He stretched out his hand the tiniest bit so that he could grasp the fingers of the other young man.

"Perhaps I found better things to do with my time."

It was meant to be funny, but somehow the words took on a sadness neither of them cared to express. Hephaestion gave the faintest of smiles and rested his head on the smaller part of the pillow, closing his eyes.

"Do not try to speak to me that you want to go back to your men."

It was said in a threatingly manner, but Hephaestion knew that his king did not mean it. His hands told an entirely different story, caressing his arm and softly making their way towards his chest, resting upon the supple skin.

"I wouldn't want to be anywhere else but here."

The responsive murmur was almost inaudible, Alexander had to strain to hear them. So he leaned closer towards Hephaestion and cupped his cheek.

"Hephaestion."

The young man opened his eyes and genuinely smiled.

"Alexander."

There were so many things that Alexander wanted to say to his best friend. About the life they would live together in the most fantastic cities of the world. The dream he would share with all of his friends, but his closest secrets would only be known by Hephaestion. He closed the distance between them, pressed a warm mouth upon the lips of the slightly older man. He immediately gained his entrance, tongue lapping the hot cavern of Hephaestions mouth. After a few minutes he pulled back with regret, panting.

"Gather your strength for tomorrow, my dear friend, because I intent a continuation of this night."

"Hmm, I sincerely hope so."

They embraced each other, Hephaestion resting his head on the others chest, near his heart. It did not last long before the both of them were asleep, for the entire night this time. About half an hour before sunrise, the young general rose from the bed. He silently disentangled himself from the arms of Alexander.

"I do love you, my Alexander… but I will not stand in your way to reach your dreams." He whispered softly towards the sleeping man. Swiftly dressing himself, he stopped for one moment to look back at Alexander, who slept so very peaceful. It was such a difference from the hard King who stood before his troops and talked them into battle… riding in front of them to let them see that he was not afraid.

Now, he was just a young man, who slept like he didn't have a care in the world. His goals and dreams were of another world and probably unattainable, but Hephaestion believed that if any man could do it, it would be Alexander. He would ride with his company for his King in a few hours… fight and kill in honour of him. And he would not regret it for one single moment.

"I love you, Alexander." He murmured as he leant forward to press a kiss on the cheek of his King. He walked out of the tent, but did not look backwards and thus could not see how Alexander opened his eyes.

"I love you too… my King." The young man answered softly to the retreating back of his general.