Title: Royal Slave

Author: Adsagsona

Type: Romance/Drama

Rating: R

Disclaimer: Nothing about the movieverse Alexander belongs to me, I don't own a thing, sadly enough. I believe the real Alexander the Great and his companions belong to history and themselves.

Warnings: SLASH! Don't read if it offends you!

Beta: None.

Pairing: Alexander/Hephaestion

Archive: Right here.

Author's Note: This is a sequel to the story 'By my side'. AU, Hephaestion has come to Philips court as a slave, but found a place as the loyal companion of Alexander.

Summary: Alexanders army stumbles upon the land of Lord Amyntor. Suddenly Hephaestion reacts strangely and reveals something about himself which had not been forseen.

Royal Slave - Chapter 3

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The young man settled down on the bed of his King, completely naked. Not because Alexander had wanted it that way, but he had gotten so used to sleeping beside the young King that he did not even think anymore when he took off his clothes. He liked the feeling of just a sheet covering his body, the smooth silk of the expensive cloth so dreamy he would be able to sleep between them all day long. The body spooning behind him was not a stranger to that either.

"What can I do to convince you?"

"Alexander, I will not meet my father as one of your Generals. I refuse to look at that man, even if it means he will not recognise me."

"Hephae-stion…"

The former slave sighed softly as the whispered tone of Alexander made him shiver. The small hairs on the back of his neck stood out straight and he moaned slightly. The arms of the young King wrapped themselves around the waist of his lover and he pulled him closer towards him. Hephaestion could feel the hard length of Alexander and he arched his neck, to lay upon the Kings shoulder.

"It will not convince me." He whispered hoarsely.

"I know… it doesn't matter. I have missed you so much." The young man said in a soft voice as he kissed the exposed jugular of the other before him, pulling his long hair away from his face so that he could kiss the cheek there. "My body is aching for you… can't you feel it?"

The only reply the other got was again a soft moan, but Hephaestion pressed himself even closer to Alexander. "Just love me, Alexander. I don't care." He murmured before turning around in the arms of the young King and kissing him deeply. He had taken more control of the situation when the two of them were together. Neither of them had protested to this, Alexander secretly liked it even.

Hephaestions hand sought the bare chest of Alexander, caressing the hard muscles there which had formed by the hard battles the young King had fought to be able to reign. After the death of his father he had been thought of as a blabbering youth who would never keep the throne for long. He had proved them all wrong and was now on his way to become the greatest of all.

The young man kissed his way along the skin, finding already hard nipples which he laved with his tongue. Alexander gasped at the feeling, but he did nothing to stop his General. The other knew exactly what would make the young King moan and he knew that it wouldn't be long before he would be the one convinced in stead of the other way around. Taking both of the former slaves hands in his, he kissed Hephaestions lips gently.

"Let me, Hephaestion." He whispered softly and the hands just wrapped around his neck losely, giving him all the time and space he needed to get to know the body before him again. There was no other who understood him with so little words. Kissing the neck of Hephaestion, licking the skin already salty with sweat there, he wondered if he would be able to take this. He had to keep his thoughts together if he wanted his General at the meeting with his father the day after.

He pinned the arms of his lover above his head and Hephaestion held them there obediently, knowing that the pleasure would be ten fold when he would let Alexander have his way with him. Moaning softly, he arched his back at the touch of the young King and spread his legs to accommodate the other. Alexander kneeled in between them and gazed at his lover.

Alexander still thought of his Hephaestion like a fallen angel, with his long hair spread about the pillow, lips thoroughly kissed and swollen from his attention. A slender body invited him to feast upon it and he would do just that. The small smile curled around the lips of Hephaestion made him crawl up and kiss those same lips.

"What do you want, my love?"

"Make love to me, Alexander." The soft whisper spilled from Hephaestions mouth and he let his tongue run over the lips of his King, who was anything but that in their joined bed. The young man nodded softly and sought for a vial of oil kept somewhere on the floor near the bed.

Alexander seldomly received Hephaestion in their lovemaking, it was mostly the other way around. Not because he thought it was beneath him, because he thought of him and Hephaestion as equals, just two young men who loved each other. Outside he might have been a High King, but inside the confines of the tent he was not more than another.

Why then? Because Hephaestion liked the feeling of Alexander entering him and filling him with his love. He had always pleaded for it and the young King didn't refuse him, although he knew that it sometimes hurt the other. The young General had never complained however and he knew that tonight would be the same.

"Will you be at the meeting tomorrow?"

Sapphire eyes glared at Alexander for a moment and he held his hands tightly in place. Hephaestion sighed softly and shook his head. He should have known that Alexander would grab back to this to convince him. It was still his decision, but in this state he knew that he couldn't think clearly.

"You're evil." He gasped as the Kings fingers brushed over him.

"I know… but you love me."

"I will meet him… Please, Alexander."

The young King did not waste any more time, because he wanted this as much as his General, perhaps even more. That he had been so clear of mind he only thanked to the fact that he was concerned for the other young man. He had not told him much about his past, but he thought that Hephaestion should be able to show his father which kind of man he had become, all without his help.

Entering the other young man, both of them gasped at the contact. Not long after they lay spent in each others arms, but Hephaestion pulled back from his King a little and looked for his robe, which he had discarded when he had come to the bed.

"Hephaestion?"

"Do not worry, my King, I will be there tomorrow."

The cold voice of the young man was a slap in the face for Alexander.

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Queendel: Alexander takes a little… unconventional measures.

Koalared: Hephaestions story is a little sad, yes, but otherwise he wouldn't have met the love of his life.

Whiteinjetti: Ah perhaps, perhaps… that is for later chapters.

Lexy: Welcome back! Ah yes, Hephaestion is like that.

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