- Author PenName: Dysis Nyx

- Author Notes: Now you know who Roxane's co-conspirator is. I know, I know! "Bagoas is an eunuch! What can he possibly be doing so close with Roxane?" This is quite a good thought, but not everything is about..."making love". OH! By the way, for those of you that read these. I am going to try and send one of my books to publishing houses. Well, to an editor first. For more info on it my blogs on talk about it. Anyway, here is the fanfic. It is becoming longer than I expected.

- Disclaimer: I do not own, have rights on, or have any legal say in the characters, story, etc. of the movie "Alexander". Most of these say the same thing. I will sum all of them up right now. I LOVE JARED LETO.

----------------------

-Alexander's room-

around 2:00 a.m. (our standards)

As Alexander paced the room frantically Hephaistion watched from his place on the bed. He sat there with his eyelids slowly shutting. How his muscles begged him to sleep, but how his commonsense told him to stay awake. If he was to sleep now, Alexander would never forgive him. The great king was on a roll with his speech.

Losing track of just how long Alexander had been doing this Hephaistion finally decided to do something. His sanity could take no more of Alexander's anger. His body screamed as he moved over to Alexander. He approached him from behind. His strong hands grabbing the other man's shoulders to start massaging. This was a clear tactic. Alexander would calm and begin to relax. While he was distracted, Hephaistion would gently push Alexander down into a chair or something. There was just one tiny flaw in Hephaistion's brilliant plan.

His entire body became liquid fire at the mere touching of Alexander.

He became so enthralled into kneading the man's shoulders, that he almost forgot to push him into a nearby chair.

When he finally did Hephaistion had absentmindedly sat his beloved Alexander down on the bed. Oh, and what a mistake that was! By the time both men realized what Hephaistion had done it was too late.

Alexander sat quietly on the bed looking up at Hephaistion, who was standing in front of him. Their two hands gently held each other as they remained directly in front of eachother. How could one set of cerulean eyes hold one person so captivated? Was the question that dominated every other thought in Alexander's head.

Right at this moment his body was enflamed with emotion.

This emotion wasn't as base as carnal arousal. This emotion left him completely bereft of any common-sense. This emotion held him both mentally and physically.

Without even realizing both men's bodies were raging the same war. Their bodies shook. Throat tight. Loss of the ability to sleep or breath. Hearts sweating as they beat in double time. And both knowing that one kiss could take it all. Just one touch of the lips and this night would never end.

"Alexander, I must go back to my room. I fear I am tired." Hephaistion outright lied to Alexander, but he prayed silently that his king did not notice.

When he made to leave Alexander held tight to his hand and pulled him around to face him like before. This time Hephaistion stood right between Alexander's knees, not like before.

Alexander pulled Hephaistion pulled Hephaistion so he sat in fron of Alexander "No, my Hephaistion, you will stay here tonight. You will lay with me tonight and knowledge shall be passed. Nothing more, I promise, but we do have more important manners to discuss."

-Dianthe's quarters-

same time

Dianthe could have sworn she heard the curtains rustle. She knew it was not part of her imagination because she knew someone was coming to her tonight. She knew he was coming. He was going to come and pay her a visit. How displeased would he be with her? She had loyalties to him, but should she follow them was her biggest fear. If she was to follow them she would betray those new loyalties.

Was it logic she chose by? Or blood? Or heart? Or emotions? What was she to go by? Dianthe hated knowing glimpses of things, but never answers. All she wanted was answers. She wanted to know if Altair really loved her. She wanted to know if her father cared about her at all. She wanted to know who she sided with. What if everything her father had told her about Kning Alexander was true?

Her thoughts were interpreted by the dark haired man she owed her allegiance to entered the room. She, of course, greeted him with the proper acknowledgement. "Hello, cousin Bagoas. I know your queen has sent you here. I am to tell you if Hephaistion trusts me enough to go through with the plan? What I am to say to that? It is not as simple as I thought. I have begun to trust Hephaistion in a way I have not expected. If you must know. Yes, he does trust me as he trusts only his closest. He trusts me enough to ruin him with our-your plan. I will not call it "our plan" because it is not I who has contemplated to destroy such an innocent man. You want the truths. I will go through with it, but I have my doubts."

As if on cue the doors to her room flew open and in entered the two people she pitied most. Alexander and Hephaistion. Alexander stopped on sight of Bagoas also standing in the room. his first thought was one of...interaction.

"Bagoas! Do you come here on royal business or pleasure?"

A laugh erupted from Dianthe's delicate neck before Bagoas even had a chance to answer. "Have no worries, great Alexander. Bagoas is the son of my father's sister. We are cousins and he brings me word from my beloved Altair."

At the mention of his name Hephaistion was by Dianthe's side. He kneeled by her bedside nad grasped firm to her hand. "You are mad if you think you're going back to that buffoon. I...we will not allow it."

to be continued