A Winter Apart Chapter 5: One Once Again, an alexander fanfic

Title: "A Winter Apart"

Author: Baliansword

Rating: T for Teen

Chapter: 5 of 5 ; "One Once Again"

NOTE: Previously, it said seven chapters. I'm sorry for the confusion. There really are only five chapters to this story.

Pairings: Alexander/Bagoas, Alexander/Hephaestion

Summary: What Hephaestion and Alexander did apart over a winter. Includes letters the two wrote one another.

Warnings: Some sexual content, some gore, but overall rather mellow

A/N: I felt that their separations should be written. They are together in most stories. I thought we should split them up for awhile. But don't worry; they come back to one another at the end. Thank you to everyone for their continued dedication to reading my work. Makes me feel wonderful, you have no idea!

Dedication: I dedicate this to everyone who has ever been apart from love. (And to my Calculus class, because that is where I've been brainstorming this.)

H/N: During Alexander's campaigns he often sent Hephaestion to secure areas. However, they were generally not apart long. Not until the Hindu Kush campaign, where they spent a winter apart. Historically, the separation in this fiction happened. However, some of my events might not have.

Hephaestion's PoV

Of course I was feeling better. How could he think that I was not with him now so close to me? Alexander smiled and crossed the room. Upon doing this he wrapped his arms around me and placed his chin upon the crook of my neck. Oh, he was so close once more. It was all I could think of. I could smell him, a musk that was his alone. I wrapped my arms around him as well, my fingers curling in his hair. He'd recently bathed. His hair was dry, but smelled of foreign soaps. Instantly, I no longer felt sick. I felt home again.

"I was so worried," he said as he ran a hand down my back, resting his palm lightly at my hip. He then drew back, his other hand cupping my cheek. He did nothing more than stare at me for a moment. That was all he wanted to do, and for the most part, it was all I needed him to do. I stared into his eyes, so deep, his secrets and desires hidden there. Even to this day I still have things to learn about him. His lips parted once more, his eyes filling with tears.

"By the gods Hephaestion," he said breathlessly, making me weak in the knees. "I was so worried that I wouldn't see you again."

"I'm better," I whispered. It was the truth as well. He could cure anything merely by looking at me. His hand was warm against my cheek as his skin touched mine. I could remember his hands all I wanted when not with him, yet it was not like this –it was not the real thing. Alexander then leaned closer and kissed me. His lips were so soft. Even though he tried to contain himself, this kiss was deep. He both assured me of his love for me and pleaded with me to need him in the same way. Enveloped in his touch, in his being as if we were one, the rest of the world fell away.

"Did you miss me," he whispered as his lips lost contact with mine. What a foolish question. How could he even ask me if I had missed him? His lips left my own, but immediately he was lightly sucking at my neck. His lips pulled at soft skin, his tongue warmed me, his hands held me in place.

"More than ever," I finally had the breath to reply with. There were so many times when I could barely speak in his presence. Times like these, where he held me as no other ever had or would, were such times. Alexander pressed his hand firmly against my hip and pulled me closer, both of out bodies aching, both of us comforted for the first time in an entire winter. As he drew me closer he took a few steps forward, causing me to take a few steps back. The back of my knees hit a chair, and instantly I was sitting upon it, Alexander on my lap. He straddled me, his thighs touching mine, my own desire for him growing.

His lips met with mine once more and I wrapped my arms around his waist. He let out a quick breath before his thighs ground against mine in a manner which I loved. His hands found my hair then, as our tongues fought for dominancy in our kiss. The demand was there, but so was the passion, the passion that at times we could not restrain. Alexander was never one to wait for something he wanted though. I was never of course one to complain. Within moments my chest was bare, his lips covering my shoulder.

Each of my muscles tightened in anticipation as he kissed me, and then, I knew there was no hiding my desire from him. He knew this too and one of his hands slid down my chest. He did this with an ease no other could have had. His fingers barely touched my skin, as if merely wind were touching me. His hand then lightly cupped my arousal, his fingers then wrapping around my erection, and he continued to kiss my chest. I drew in a breath then, thinking his torture could get no worse. I would not stop him though. Just when I thought it could get no worse his mouth found my nipple, and he lightly nipped at me with his teeth. Of all things, this was the worse thing he could do to me. Yet at the same time, it was the best.

I drew in an instant breath and tried to calm myself. I could not though. Alexander continued to kiss me, continued to wrap his fingers around me, and then his kisses trailed lower. I wrapped a hand in his hair, running it through my fingers, and my head bent back. His tongue teased my navel. Everything he did was teasing me at that moment. Slowly, his hands pulled the trousers I'd been placed in while sick away. He pulled them from around my ankles and dropped them on the floor of the tent.

"Alexander," I begged. I pleaded. There was nothing more I wanted in the world than him. I truly loved him. I truly wanted him. Yet, I did not want him to feel obligated to do this. As I thought this, his tongue ran over my inner thigh and I let out a moan, which I had been holding in the back of my throat. My heart beat faster. I chest rose and fell faster as my breathing became labored. He wasn't even doing anything that erotic yet. Again, as I thought this, his tongue ran up my other side. Then, his tongue found the base of my erection. He kissed my tip, then, his mouth slid over me. From that point, I was lost to him.

He pulled his lips away as Hephaestion trembled beneath him. Alexander ran his hands over Hephaestion's chest then and moved his kisses to his neck. Hephaestion still trembled beneath him from his release. Finding strength, he leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to Alexander's lips. For a moment they did nothing more than hold one another. Then, Hephaestion sat up fully, wrapping his arms around Alexander. He placed his hands at Alexander's buttocks, let his lover wrap his legs around him, and then lifted out of the chair. In a few steps, they were lying down on a pile of the finest furs.

Hephaestion kissed Alexander, his hands running over his body for a moment. He was still aware of Alexander's own erection, which he could not ignore. Hephaestion provoked Alexander, grinding his hips lightly against his arousal, until Alexander's hand wrapper around his wrist. Alexander pulled him from above him and kissed Hephaestion's back as he repositioned them. After another kiss, Alexander carefully slid into Hephaestion, his breathing labored. He let out a moan as Hephaestion pushed his hips back, forcing Alexander to fill him completely.

Alexander moved them for a moment before he could do nothing more. They were both unable to breathe it seemed when finally Alexander found his release. He pulled away from Hephaestion and then collapsed onto the furs. Hephaestion lay beside him, his breathing even worse, for he was not yet done getting over his sickness. Alexander rolled closer to him, wrapping his arms around Hephaestion, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"Never leave me again," Alexander whispered.

"No," Hephaestion said as he began to fall asleep in his arms. "I won't leave again, Alexander. Never again."

ENFIN

A/N: Awe, nice and fluffy ending.