Title: "Olympias' Request"

Author: Baliansword

The Macedonian palace was rather silent this night. Alexander had gone out with many of his men. They had returned and drunk themselves to sleep. Olympias had watched the noble Hephaestion come down the hall. He had Alexander in his arms. Alexander was completely out. The queen watched in the shadows as Hephaestion entered the king's room.

At first she did not expect him to exit. But after a few moments Hephaestion left the room. He shut the door quietly behind him. Olympias watched Hephaestion silently as he walked down the hall. He walked like a god she thought. His strides were perfect, his legs strong, especially his thighs. She supposed that he worked them with her son.

His long brown hair fell just below his shoulders. It was almost as long as hers, which for some reason excited her. He was not the only man in the palace to wear long hair. Cassander wore his hair long and had received the nickname 'Love Locks'. It was not him that she wanted though. She wanted Hephaestion.

He had the sculpted chest of the ancient warriors of Greece. His muscles could presently be seen underneath the thin and very sheer shirt that he wore. His face was even more beautiful. His lips were full, lush, and perfect for kissing. His eyes were a deep brown, fully rounded, and his lashes were lovely. Olympias loved his jaw. It was tight, like other parts of him. His neck was strong as well. Olympias felt her desire grip at her as he came closer.

"Hephaestion," she said in her sensual accent from a foreign land.

He stopped immediately when he heard his name. Olympias knew that he feared her. This was because she knew what he and her son did late at night. It was not that she was against it. By all means, Alexander had her wonderful taste. However their love would never bring an heir to the throne. She had never told Hephaestion that she hated him, which she truly did not, but he appeared to think that she did. He was afraid of her, but stood his ground, his eyes looking obediently at the floor like those of a lower station should.

"My son sleeps," she asked.

"He does," Hephaestion responded. He glanced up through his lashes but his not lift his head. Olympias stared at him, looking him up and down. He wondered what she was thinking. Perhaps she was going to rid herself of him now. It made him think that he should have stayed with Alexander.

"Come with me," Olympias finally broke the silence.

She entered a room first. It was specifically designed for pleasure. There was a bed in the center and nothing else. Hephaestion knew this room well. He had come here with Alexander many times. Each time they left the room they both ached. Olympias stopped and turned to face Hephaestion once more. The look of slight confusion in his eyes made her proud. She could not wait to see what she saw in those orbs if she were to get what she wanted out of him.

"Shut the doors," she instructed.

He did as he was told. He then came back to where he had been standing. With the doors closed he found the courage to look up at her. Her eyes were intense, seductive, and at times reminded him of a cat. Now he felt as if she was, and he was her mouse. Olympias took a few steps forward and put a hand on Hephaestion's chest.

"What are you doing," he asked calmly.

"Touching you," she replied. She slowly ran her fingers over his chest. She felt him take in a breath of air. His muscled tightened beneath her. Yet he did not move. He was insistent on acting as if he were stone. At first she did not mind. She continued to touch his chest. Then, she leaned up and kissed his lips. When he did not move she pulled away. He stared at her.

"What is it that you want," he asked.

"Take me," she ordered more than asked. She kissed him once more and again he did nothing. She drew back and he slowly shook his head no. Olympias, enraged, backhanded him. "You will do as I ask!"

Hephaestion looked at her. She knew that this had somehow lit a spark in side of him. Perhaps this is how it was with Alexander as well. She hit him once again and looked at him. Again she hit him. This time Hephaestion reached out and grabbed both of her forearms. He then forced his lips on her.

Olympias met his lips eagerly. Yes, this was what she wanted. She began to kiss him harder. Then she moved a hand and put it on his back the best she could. He had not stopped restraining her.

"I can't," he said as he turned his head away from her.

"I believe you can."

She reached down with the arm he had released. She grabbed his crotch with her hand. He took in a breath. Olympias felt the length of him. He was hard, and rather big. She kissed his chest, still holding him below, and she felt something inside of him relax. She let go of him and put this hand on the back of his head. He in turn put both arms behind her back.

Hephaestion pulled her against him. He wildly kissed her. He then put a hand on her ass and pulled her up. Olympias willingly wrapped her legs around him. He moved to a wall and pushed her back against it. He did this so hard that Olympias let out a deep breath. It did not stop her though.

She put her hands on his shirt and began to lift it over his head. He lifted his arms and she threw the shirt down. For the first time she saw his bare chest. She had to put her hands on him, touch his hard pecks. Her breasts were leveled with his head and he expertly removed the single broach that held the cloth together. It fell to the floor.

As he kissed her breasts Olympias reached down and untied his slacks. They fell to the floor around his ankles. She wanted to see him, to look down at what made him a man, but in this position could not. Hephaestion wasted no time. He grabbed her hips and slid her down hard upon him. Olympias cried out as his thickness entered her. She bit the lobe of his ear.

This caused him to bite her nipple. With his hands on her hips he pumped her up and down. Small breaths escaped her every time he hoisted her back up. Hephaestion pulled her away from the wall and moved toward the bed. He was very talented. He managed to maneuver Olympias up and down on him while he did this. When they reached the bed he fell down on top of her.

"Does it hurt," he whispered in her ear as he continued to pump her.

"I like pain," she replied.

"Good," he said. Hephaestion then began to pull out of her. At first she thought he was stopping. But he then thrust himself hard back into her. She cried out in pain. He did this again. Next he went back to the fast movement they had before. Kissing her neck he began to bite on her neck.

Olympias dug her nails into Hephaestion's back. She then moved her hands down to his buttocks and squeezed him. When she did this he thrust deeply in her again. She flung her hands back up to his back and dug her nails in so hard she broke the skin. Hephaestion brought his lips to hers and kissed her fully. In the back of his mind he thought of Alexander.

She is him, he pretended in his mind. She will tell no one of my love for Alexander if I do this. She cannot hurt me now. Alexander, forgive me.

Olympias reached down and put a hand on one of his sacs. As he rubbed his body against hers she gently squeezed him. He moaned deep in his throat. Olympias bit his shoulder as he put his cheek to hers. She felt his hair against her flesh. It tickled in a very sensual way.

She could hear him breathing in her ear. He was breathing heavily, exhaling every time he moved inside of her. She squeezed him again, then licked sweat off of his neck. She then put her hands on the back of his thighs. She pulled him deeper to her. Up till now he had been keeping space between them. His knees kept him from being completely on top of her. In honesty he was afraid that if he put all of his muscle on her he would hurt her.

"Don't," he said as she tried to pull him down. She pulled again. Exhausted he came down on her. He moved inside of her a few more times before he came inside of her. He screamed on her shoulder. Olympias, as tired and sweaty as he, was already relaxing.

He did not pull out of her immediately. Instead he propped himself up and breathed heavily above her. His hair fell in front of his face and onto her breasts. The touch sent shivers down her and she clenched while he was still inside of her. He moaned as she did this, then slowly pulled out of her. He fell down next to her.

He was on his stomach, breathing into the furs. Olympias put an arm around him and kissed his neck. She leaned against him for a moment. Olympias then heard him hold back tears.

"What is wrong," she whispered into his ear.

"You will never be Alexander," Hephaestion said. "Never."

Olympias left him shortly after he said this. Hephaestion could not move. He was wrapped up in his suffering. He did not know where Olympias had gone but he did not care. All he wanted to do was get rid of this memory, get rid of the layer of skin that had touched her. He wanted Alexander.

Olympias entered the room. It was hours later and Alexander was at his desk writing. She did not know what he wrote, but it did not look like battle plans. He looked up as she entered and quickly put the papers away. He then eyed her with hatred. A smile was on her face.

"You are unusually happy," he told her.

"I am. Did you have a good time drinking away your kingdom last night? I saw Hephaestion put you to bed. Tell me, where is he now?"

Alexander looked at her. He knew why she was happy. There was something that she was going to add to this. She had found some way to torture Hephaestion. She'd been doing it since she'd found out about their affairs. What had she done to him? Alexander realized that he had not seen Hephaestion all morning. At first he assumed nothing, thought he was still asleep, but now he was worried.

"What have you done to him," Alexander bellowed as he got up. "What did you do? Do not smile at me so. Tell me!"

"He must love you very much," she cooed. "In fact, he loves you enough to keep me content with him."

"What does that mean?"

"You know," she hissed. "You know that I could have him killed, as I had your father. It would not be hard. Plenty of men hate him. Perhaps because they sense that he is your favorite. So keeping him wound around my finger is easy."

"What did you do," he shoved her back.

"I only showed him a different way to love."

Olympias watched as Alexander's heart was crushed. It was true that he was her son. But above all he was someone that could be hurt. Most of all, that was what she loved, to hurt people. Especially men. Alexander was no exception to this pleasure.

"He did not want to" she added, "of course. But I have my ways. After all, he is a man."

"Where is he?"

She shrugged. "How should I know? When I left him he was crying. I believe that he is ashamed of what he has done. Perhaps you should go to him. He is in your secret room. Or perhaps he is already in the company of Hades."

Alexander shoved her back, knocking her to the ground. He then raced through the hallway. He pushed into the room and quickly shut the door behind him. The king went to the bed, where Hephaestion still lay. He was pale and had not attempted to cover himself at all. Alexander knew well that this room grew cold, it had been designed for lovemaking in the summers.

Alexander crawled onto the bed next to Hephaestion. Tears stained his lover's pale cheeks. His breathing was faint. Alexander brought Hephaestion's head onto his lap and frantically searched around the bed. A small vile was on the floor. Alexander recognized it as a vile that Olympias kept her snake venom in. He knew now all that she had done. She had lain with him, then poisoned him as he slept.

"Hephaestion," Alexander cried as he touched his face, trying to awaken him. "Hades cannot have you, not now, I am not finished with you."

Hephaestion's lips were parted. Alexander leaned down and kissed him. Still his companion lay still. Alexander stroked him and felt how cold he was. He quickly wrapped his own robe around him. He cried, leaning his forehead on Hephaestion's.

A small noise escaped Hephaestion's lips. Alexander brought his head up and looked down on him. Hephaestion's eyes did not open but he began to cough. Alexander tilted his head down and hit Hephaestion on the back.

Hephaestion vomited, the poison for the most part leaving his body.

Alexander wrapped his arms around Hephaestion and held him close. He slowly rocked him back and forth. Hephaestion, very weak, began to whisper some sort of apology. Alexander quickly silenced him.

"Shh," he said. "Do not worry. She will not live to see tomorrow."