Title: "Olympias' Request"
Author: BalianswordA/N: Thanks to all of the reviews I have been receiving. They help so much. Thanks so much for all of your support. Keep reading and reviewing! I heart you all. Baliansword
Alexander knocked on the door once more. He hoped that this time he would receive answer, but there was no such luck. Five days had passed and still no response. Hephaestion had not left his room, had not accepted food, or drink. Alexander had worried on the first day, had pleaded at his lover's door only receiving no response. Now, on the fifth day, he was about to go mad.
For too many days he had been worrying, for too nights had he gone to bed alone, waiting for an absolution that would never come. Alexander put his forehead against the door and sighed. This was his doing, he knew, but he could not accept that Hephaestion would never speak with him again. Stubbornness ran through his veins and he knocked once more.
"Hephaestion," he said, speaking to the door, but hoping Hephaestion would hear. "I'm sorry Phae, please, say something to let me know that you are alright."
Silence. Alexander lifted his head and softly banged it against the door. Why had he overreacted so? How could he be so stupid as to offend Hephaestion in such a way? He remembered the events of the days before, his loneliness, and how badly he had missed Hephaestion. It was his doing, he had hurt Hephaestion in a way he should never have been put through, and this was his punishment.
"Hephaestion," he screamed at the door. His voice was not filled with anger as it had been before. Now he had only concern. For five days Hephaestion had not left his room. Something could be wrong, and no one would know. "Hephaestion!"
Sighing painfully he turned and leaned his back against the door. Slowly he slid down until he sat, his chin on his raised knees, and tears in his eyes. He reached up to wipe a tear away yet another fell. It did not matter anymore. Who was he to care if others say him crying? The only person he cared for hated him, and had a just reason to.
Inside of the room Hephaestion sat on his bed, turning the pages of a book. It was hard to concentrate knowing that Alexander was outside his door. He heard Alexander hit the door once more with his head. This caused him to look up, and he absent-mindedly shut the book. Biting his lower lip he thought about whether or not he should get off of the bed.
He gave in and did. He crossed the room, stopping only to look once at a mirror. His lower lip was still slightly swollen where Alexander had hit him. Hephaestion reached up and touched the cut lightly with a finger. It pained not physically but mentally now. He turned slowly and went to the door, but could not find the strength to open it. Instead he tapped lightly on the door with his hand.
Outside he heard Alexander try to hold back his tears. He could hear him stand and turn to the door. Just by doing to Hephaestion knew that he wore a satin pair of pants and a long furred robe. It awed even him that he could tell such without seeing his king. No, not his king, his lover.
"Hephaestion," Alexander spoke through the door. "Is that you?"
"It is," Hephaestion whispered as softly as he could. His lips brushed against the door as he leaned closer. His forehead touched the door and he felt his body soften. Just outside of the door was Alexander, and he was here, separated from him.
"Phae," Alexander pleaded, "open the door. Please, I beg you, speak to me. Forgive me for being such a fool. I don't know what came over me. It is you that I love Hephaestion, and I know that you love me, that you did not lie. Please, let me see your face so that I may apologize."
Hephaestion closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. Tears were filling his eyes. He should have been able to be strong. He should have told Alexander to leave. In fact, he never should have left his place on the bed. But as tears began to fall he felt as if such a task would have been impossible.
"I don't know who wrote them," Hephaestion whispered as tears began to fall. He heard Alexander put a fist on the door. He heard his tears.
"I know," Alexander said. "Please, open the door. Without you I am nothing Hephaestion. You are my other half, we are connected, and without you I am nothing. I have nothing."
Hephaestion took a step back and pulled the door open. In a sudden movement Alexander rushed in the door and wrapped his arms around Hephaestion. He wrapped one around his waist, the other around his neck, where he placed his hand on the back of his head to hold him close. Hephaestion hesitated for only a moment before he wrapped his arms lightly around Alexander.
"By the gods I missed you," Alexander said as he held Hephaestion. "I was a fool to ever think you were to deceive me."
Hephaestion said nothing. Instead he let Alexander draw back and put his hands on his face. Alexander looked at him as if he had never seen him before, and as if he looked sickly perhaps. His friend then leaned forward and put his lips to his. Hephaestion did not move. He was unsure of whether he should be forgiving Alexander, but with his warm lips against his own, he knew that he could not be angry with him for long.
"I'm sorry," Alexander said once more as he held him close again. He wrapped his fingers in Hephaestion's hair and did nothing more. All he needed was to be this close to him, to know that he was there.
Hephaestion felt the pain in his heart once more and took a step back. He looked down at the ground for a moment. Alexander, to his luck, did not make a move to come closer. Finally his cerulean eyes looked up and met Alexander's. Alexander could see the sadness in those orbs, the pain, the distrust, and the feeling of overwhelming betrayal.
"I am not your whore," Hephaestion said quietly. It was as if he thought that saying it would offend Alexander, or that then it would be true.
"I never thought of you as my …"
"You treat me as one," Hephaestion interrupted boldly. "I know that you do not mean to do so. But alas you do. Because you are king you can treat me however you wish."
"Phae," Alexander tried to interrupt again.
"As a friend," Hephaestion continued, taking another step back, "I never questioned you. I never said anything, because in truth, I was afraid. However I am no longer going to fear telling you what I feel Alexander."
He cast his eyes down. When he looked back up tears were on the verge of falling. He stared at Alexander for a moment before he spoke again. Alexander had never felt so small in his entire life, and he never would again. The pain he had inflicted had not been meant, but it had still been inflicted, and for this he was ashamed of himself.
"I love you," Hephaestion said as a tear fell and ran down his cheek. It left a trail of all the emotions he was feeling, staining his cheek. "I am not your whore, I love you freely, but I swear… if you ever raise a hand to me again, I will not love you anymore."
As he began to cry Alexander came closer. He wrapped his arms around Hephaestion and held him close. He was grateful when Hephaestion wrapped his own arms around him. Alexander knew that he had been forgiven. He knew that this should have been enough. But he found himself hoping for more.
He put a hand on Hephaestion's cheek and put his lips against his. Hephaestion lightly kissed him back, a good sign, and Alexander ran his tongue over Hephaestion's lower lip. Giving in to him Hephaestion's lips parted and Alexander slid his tongue inside of his mouth. He wanted to taste every part of him, he wanted to engulf him, he wanted to be one with him.
Alexander's hand slid to Hephaestion's hip. He softly pulled him closer. There was now no space between them. Hephaestion titled his head back as Alexander began kissing his neck. He wrapped his hands in Alexander's hair and let out a breath of air as Alexander slid his shirt away from his body. Alexander licked at Hephaestion's chest, swirled his tongue around Hephaestion's nipple, driving him mad.
Alexander let Hephaestion slide his robe off. It fell to the floor behind him and he did not even move to kick it away. Instead he ran his hands over every muscle on Hephaestion's chest. He then quickly slid Hephaestion's lower clothing off. He cupped him, kissing his chest all the while, and then began to stroke him. Hephaestion put his head on Alexander's shoulder and began to kiss his neck. He reached down, pushing Alexander's pants lower on his waist, and tensed as Alexander lightly massaged one of his sacs.
Alexander began to back Hephaestion up. Hephaestion was soon pushed against a table. Alexander put a hand on Hephaestion's thigh and quickly sat him upon the table. Hephaestion wrapped his thighs around Alexander's hips and kissed him hard on the lips. Alexander held him close, pushing his body as close as he could to Hephaestion's, and kissed his chest.
He then put a hand on Hephaestion's chest and slowly pushed him back. He pulled Hephaestion closer to him and then leaned down. He took all of Hephaestion in his mouth. As he sucked at his hardened flesh he grazed his fingers over Hephaestion's chest. Hephaestion reached down with a hand and held Alexander's hair. He then tightened his thighs around Alexander as he felt himself slowly beginning to loose control. He arched his back as Alexander left his shaft and began to kiss one of his sacs.
Hephaestion bit his lower lip and Alexander slowly slid himself between Hephaestion's hardened backside. Hephaestion arched once more, this time to allow Alexander entrance to him, and let out a breath of air. Alexander kissed Hephaestion's thighs, his hips, his tip. Hephaestion's hands tried to blindly find Alexander. Alexander took one of Hephaestion's hands and slid one of his fingers into his mouth as he steadily began to rock inside of him.
Hephaestion could not stifle a moan. Alexander then moved down to Hephaestion's center. He took Hephaestion in his mouth once more, and placed Hephaestion's hand on the back of his head. He held Hephaestion's hand as he sucked at his erection. Hephaestion dug his fingers into Alexander's scalp and jerked as Alexander managed to slide even farther inside of him.
"Alexander," Hephaestion whispered as he came. Alexander only shifted inside of Hephaestion and continued to lap at his penis and thighs. When Alexander came Hephaestion cried out his name once more. Warm liquid fire spilled into him, and he arched his back.
As Alexander left him he sat up and pulled Alexander close to him. He met his mouth eagerly. He kissed him passionately, not even breaking for air, kissing until he had no air left in his lungs. When the kiss broke Alexander put his head against Hephaestion's chest. He breathed out in exhaustion.
"I love you," he said as he lightly kissed Hephaestion's sweat slicked skin. "Never will anything come between us. Never."
Meanwhile, as he said this, Cassander and Olympias were hoping for just the opposite.