Title: "Beyond the Battles"

Author: Baliansword

Chapter: 3, "Happiness"

A/N: This is a short chapter I'm afraid. Sadly a lot of my chapters are going to be short, then long, then short. I'm just trying to multitask. Not to mention I have to make sure that the teacher doesn't see this. In English right now actually. Btw, for those of you that normally read my fictions, this is not written like the others! It is definitely different, but don't worry. I'm just trying something. Let me know if you like it, don't like it. Either way I love getting reviews.

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Hephaestion's PoV

I am not sure what time it is when I awaken again. It is still slightly cold outside, which leads me to believe that it is still early in the morning. I wait a moment before rubbing my eyes. There is a soft breeze and it moves the drapes that are over the balcony. Slowly I turn my head to look over my shoulder. Alexander sleeps, next to me as he always used to do, and a slight smile creeps upon my lips. He is so serene when he sleeps. Slowly I turn onto my side so that I may look at him. A lock of his blond hair falls over his jaw and I reach out to move it away from his face. Perhaps it was a bad idea, for I could wake him, but alas it does not matter to me. I just want to see him and luckily his eyelid twitches yet he continues to sleep. For this I am glad. This is when I am happiest, when I am lying next to him. I love him more than life itself.

His lips are parted in his sleep as if at any moment he could voice words to me. As much as I want to kiss him I know that I should refrain. So that is what I do out of respect for him. He works so hard. It would be selfish of me to wake him. He already does so much for me, for all of us, and this I regard of him above all else apart from my love. He was born a leader and I thank the gods for this. Instead of waking him I watch him sleep, wondering when he will awaken. To my surprise, as if he knows I am watching him, he awakens just a few minutes after I've begun to just stare at him.

I smile when he looks up at me. There is something so innocent about him in times like these. No others see this in him. I am the only one. But I am glad to be the only one, as I am glad to be only his. At times he strays, and it never bothers me, for I am the only one he loves. I am the one he returns to and that really is all that matters. He loves me whereas the others are just his passing amusements. Smiling I lean over, kissing his lips. We are such boys at the moment, and as my hair brushes over his face while my tongue dances with his, he even manages to blush. This is the Alexander I see when I dream of him. Not the soldier, nor the king, but the young man that is in love –and in love with me.

"I miss you," he whispers to me as our lips part. I stare down at him, still slightly above him, and laugh. He could not possibly have missed me. I've been with him all night. But his words mean something else.

Last night I took him. I gave him the passion he desired, somewhere between loving lightly and loving roughly. That is what I am best at, doing exactly what he wants, for I know based on his moods. Maybe that is why he comes to me so often. I know him. Yet when he tilts his head back and lifts himself so that he may kiss my throat I know what he means by missing me.

His tongue licks at my neck, driving me madder than even he knows, and perhaps more than I admit. I moan, deep in my throat. Alexander lifts himself even higher and then lightly pushes me off of him. I am on my back now, and he pushes himself up on an elbow. He kisses me upon the lips again. This time he kisses me with more fire. He sucks at my lower lip first, then gently bites the top one, the passion in him back. For the first time in such a long time he is not afraid to make love to me. Nor afraid that perhaps he will be needed and some other commander will come to find him. No, instead he thinks only of me now, because we are in Persia and all has changed. It will continue to change. But I know that right now I am happy.

Before I am done kissing him he has put his leg over me, straddling me now, and kisses my shoulder. There is never anything special about him kissing my shoulder. He has no secret maneuver and it is by far not the most sensitive spot in my body. But for some odd reason this is when I know I am loved. Do not ask me why. I just know. He kisses me once more on the shoulder, and then pulls back, so that he is looking down at me. A soft smile in his eyes tells me that I must have that look he claims I get. I suppose that it is true. I do want him, so I'm sure I look at times as if I am pleading with him to take me. Only on rare occasions does he fully possess me and I've never understood why. It is not a fault of his though. It means only that when he does decide to take me, I cherish it that much more.

He puts a hand on my chest and lightly runs his fingers up and down my chest. There is a bruise on one of my ribs and he runs his finger even lighter over it. When he reaches my side he lightly presses a hand against me, and with the other, he continues to stroke my chest. I am not sure why it causes me to quiver. I gasp out a little and then I feel him shift from on top of me. I feel his thighs against mine, feel all of him, and thank the gods for him. Alexander put a hand behind my neck and lifts me to his lips. Hungrily I kiss him but alas he lowers me again. But he lays upon me, kissing me all over, and his hands glide over me. He reaches a point where his hand is on my thigh, which is pressed on one side against his from where he straddles me, and suddenly on the other side is on his hand. He slides his hand up until he has his hand on me. He presses me slightly, measuring my erection, desperately kissing me upon the lips now as he does so.

As he does this I begin to pant harder. Last night I was not so winded. But then again, right now is special, and this buildup is long over do. I am waiting for him to touch me, kiss me, anything. He doesn't do this though. Instead he does something that I do not suspect. He rises, and reaches out for me, and I take his hand. I follow him, my thoughts unclear, staring at his back until he turns. Kissing me he puts his hands on my sides and turns us both around. He slowly moves me back, and then I am aware of what is behind me. The table.

Alexander kisses me once more, sucking the lower lip, which always makes me hot. So hot in fact I know that already I am slowly loosing myself to him. He can sense it too and reaches down, taking me with his hand again, and is glad to take the warm liquid from my tip onto his hand. I gasp out, his lips leaving mine, and he turns me around. Foreplay is something I believe in, but not now, not when I've been waiting so long for him. So instead of trying to play some game I just bend, putting my arms on the table. Alexander doesn't seem to mind my anxiousness though. Yet he does pause.

He reaches for my hair, pulling it all to one side. It drapes over my left shoulder and I try to still my breathing. It distracts me from the feeling of his hands running over my back. One slides lower to the curve of my buttocks and he holds me for a moment as he slowly slides himself into me. Both of this want it so much he doesn't even bother to look for the oil. Neither of us mind though. When he slides into me I take in a deep breath of air and put my forehead to the table. With the final thrust I actually somehow slap the table with a palm. Alexander leans over me, bringing us into a motion, and kisses the small of my back. He then continues to kiss up my spine until he reaches my shoulder, which I suppose is why he moved my hair. He kisses my neck then, and again my shoulder, his breaths heavy and heated now.

Reaching under the table he manages to put a hand over me. My arousal is between his thumb and index finger, his palm to the right, but even though he touches nothing too sexual I tremble. He uses his hand to push me slightly back, and into him, as he continues to rock us. For some reason I think of how wonderful it is to be able to do this without speaking. Words don't need to be spoken for each of us to know what the other wants. He pushes me back again and he breathes out on my neck. I almost fall as my legs weaken. Alexander holds me to him though and I don't fall.

He continues to kiss me and thrust into me, and I continue to feel it. Zeus, he is a gift. Aphrodite, thank you for having him love me. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Another moment and he spills himself into me. I don't know how long it has been. I just know that when he puts his forehead to my back, breathing heavily as I am, we are both sweating. My breath is uneven and sweat actually drips from my brow onto the table. I lift my head and move to look over my shoulder. Alexander hasn't moved yet. Instead he kisses my back once more until he lets me up. I turn and he lifts me onto the table so I am sitting before him. He positions himself between my legs and presses a kiss to my lips. I close my eyes as he kisses the pulse at my neck. I am drifting away…and am only brought back when his mouth takes me elsewhere.

My eyes fly open and I look down at him. He only takes one of my hands, the one at my side, the other I've already put in his hair. I feel as if I must hold him. Again I loose all concept of time. Before I know it I actually fall to the ground before him. He only smiles, presses his chest to mine, and kisses me. I close my eyes and let him hold me. Again I have to thank the gods for him.

I don't know how long we stay there, just holding each other, trying to calm our bodies. I always feel as if I can still feel him in me. He is always there. That is true. But eventually I tell him that he needs to go bathe and get ready for his first official day in Persia as the ruler. There is much to be done. I am selfish to keep him with me. So after some time he stands, helps me rise, and then kisses me once more before pulling on his robe. He goes, down the hall, and retreats to his own room to bathe. I on the other hand remain, and when he leaves a smile creeps up on me, and when I glance over at the mirror and blush. I'm such a man, yet at the same time, I'm such a love struck boy. What Persia will bring from now on I do not know. Yet I can tell that no matter what happens, I will be loved.

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A/N: A short chapter. I know! I'll try to get the next one longer. Yet I notice all of my PoV's are shorter. It must be a trend. Alas, the next chapter will begin to have OCs and more characters will enter the fold. Including Cassander, Bagoas, and I may even end up using a few female characters. Not sure yet. Review please!