Defiance Chapter 2: Two, an alexander fanfic

Title: Defiance

Author: Baliansword

Rating: PG-13 / Teen Mature

Chapter: 2 of ?

Summary: Fed up with Alexander's defiance, especially in front of foreign ambassadors, Philip will use any means necessary to break his son's spirit, even if it means removing Hephaestion from his bed, and taking him into his own.

Warnings: There will be heavy sexual content, mild language, mild violence. I warn you now, because I might forget to later.

A/N: This is for Jessica, because she's been my advisor as of late, picking her favorite of my ideas. However, this is also for Mary, because without you I would probably stop writing –and he's my attempt at being better.

The day had become even more brighter, were it possible, and Alexander noted the sweat forming on his brow. Reaching up, he wiped these off, and then glanced to the youth at his side. Hephaestion seemed composed, but then again, he would. Was he not always unbothered, ready to face anything? Today it was different though, for today the Egyptian ambassadors would accompany Philip as he strode down the glittering hallway. Clenching his jaw, Alexander balled his hands into fists, and then tried to remain reserved. Philip entered, trumpets blaring, and waved to those that looked at him, whoever they may be. Alexander was not amongst the onlookers, nor was Hephaestion, he noted. Drawing in a breath, he lifted his eyes as Philip walked by him. He did not look at him, did not acknowledge him in the slightest, in fact. He strode to the opposite end of the hall, and met then with the ambassadors, who were accompanied by a young translator, though they seemed to manage fine without him. The prince's eyes drifted to Hephaestion, who seemed to be taking in the spectacle, scanning the crowd. Had he met another more suspicious, he would have died of shock. Hephaestion did this at every banquet, as if he could sense who was there to praise the king, who was there to harm him, and of course, where each member of the festival stood when it came to Alexander. Smirking, Alexander looked away, but let his arms loosen at his sides. His hand brushed up against Hephaestion's, enough to drive him mad from their long absences together. Hephaestion let a finger brush against the back of Alexander's hand, but remained where he stood, wary of those who were looking. Alexander did not see them, but he could see by Hephaestion's nervous lip biting that he feared someone. He always chewed on his lip when he was nervous, nipping at the inside, and one would only notice his actions if they were standing next to him, knowing where to look.

"He thrives when they stare at him," Alexander said under his breath while the crowd dispersed. An hour of rehearsal with Cleitus had wound up to be only this, standing with fake admiration for a king, or in his case, a father. The corners of Hephaestion's mouth turned up, but he was still not ready to speak. He waited for most of the other patrons to leave, and then turned to Alexander. Slowly relaxing, he finally smiled, shaking his head ever so slightly. He then crossed his arms over his broad chest and licked his lips, his eyes glancing up, questioningly.

"Do not risk tempting him tonight," Hephaestion warned, already predicting what Alexander would do. On many of his father's visits to Meiza, which were considerably few, Alexander would pull some stunt to take attention away from his father. Hephaestion had long ago concluded that the desire to outshine his father had come from the day he'd ridden Bucephalus. Yet Alexander had laughed his suggestions off. He was not taking his father's light, his moments. He was only showing others that his father was not a walking god. Philip was no father. Philip was no warrior. Philip was no king. Simply, Philip was no son of Zeus.

Others were entering the hall again, bringing in elegant tables, ornate decorations, and already dancers, actors, and other entertainers were filing in, preparing for the dinner festival. There were still three hours, plenty of time, but Alexander admitted every banquet his father held was seemingly perfect in appearance. What went on, or Philip's behavior after heaving an entire jug of wine himself, was another matter. Hephaestion, flustered by the unwanted company, averted his eyes to the floor. Alexander hated when he did this. But he knew that tonight there could be no stolen glances, no mistaken touches that in truth had been cleverly organized. No, tonight he needed more of Hephaestion. He needed him. Gently reaching out, in the most innocent looking of touches, he placed a hand on Hephaestion's elbow. He leaned in as he brushed past him, whispering lightly against the hollow of Hephaestion's throat, driving the other just as mad.

"Follow me," Alexander whispered seductively. He then released Hephaestion, pulling away from him and effectively leaving the other craving more. Hephaestion was perhaps an actor at heart, able to make it look as if nothing at all had happened. As if he had been asked, he reached out, taking a vase from a table that was being carried in. He examined it as Alexander left the room, and when there was no sign of the prince, giving him just enough time, Hephaestion turned. He set the vase on a chair that had been left in the grand hall, and then made his own exit.

The hallway was darkened, but Hephaestion's eyes soon adjusted as he stepped past a straggling servant. However, the further he went down the hallway, the darker it became. This was likely under orders of Philip, who tried to block corridors off by removing their candles, in order to keep the guests contained. Hephaestion placed a hand on the wall and continued walking, stumbling once as he tripped over an unidentified object. Catching his footing, he then went on, fingers pressed against the cold stone walls, the rugged stones gnawing at his skin as he continued on his path. Coming to a 'T' in the passageway he listened for signs of Alexander, and finally heard something drop to the floor. It bounced momentarily, causing a slight echo –most likely a small pebble or rock. Hephaestion turned and went on his way, grateful to finally see a candelabra hanging from the wall. Before reaching it, his hand connected with something else. Uncertain of what he'd brushed up against, he jerked his hand backwards, but as he did a hand caught his wrist, pulling him further into the dim light of the candle. Lips pressed against his, and instantly he stilled. He recognized Alexander's lips, recognize the way that he placed his hand on the small of his back, drawing him closer. He melted into him. Pressed against the wall now, pinned by Alexander, Hephaestion titled his head upwards, breaking the kiss. Alexander ignored his pleas and moved his lips to his throat, still kissing him passionately, warmth spreading over Hephaestion's body in the process.

"They're always watching," Hephaestion cautioned, his hands gripping Alexander's shoulders, trying to pry him off. It was a frivolous attempt, because Hephaestion had never succeeded in pushing Alexander away. He could not help himself, the feeling all too good to ignore. Head tilted back, hair snagging against jagged stones in the wall, Hephaestion felt his posture give, and instantly he was leaning against the wall. Alexander was the only thing that kept him up, kept him sane, and even that was a paradox. How could someone keep you sane, all while driving you mad? Hephaestion felt Alexander touch his cheek, pulling his head down so that he could press a kiss against his mouth. Alexander begged entrance, his tongue dancing over Hephaestion's lower lip, leaving trails of burning fire that could not be kept out of mind. Moaning slightly, Hephaestion let his mouth give way. Alexander's tongue slid against Hephaestion's, and like slick velvet, hyper sensitized their bodies. Each touch brought them pleasure, but extreme pain, both at the same time. Slouching against Alexander, Hephaestion dug his fingers into the prince's waist, pulling him against him. It was bliss, their unbridled lust for one another.

"Alexander," he then pleaded, still in vain attempts to protect Alexander. He could not will his body to forget the touches, the kisses, though. Again Alexander craned his neck upward, wrapping his arms around Hephaestion's neck, urging him to meet his forceful kissing. As expected, Hephaestion met Alexander's requests, kissing him back, his own rhythm set to their desires. Hephaestion felt Alexander's hand brush against his thigh, then flatten, pressing against the front of his thigh. Alexander's hand roamed to Hephaestion's inner thigh, and with an indescribable firm delicateness skimmed over creamy flesh before moving upward. Hephaestion drew in a breath, titling his head back again, his eyes gazing upward into the darkness. Turning his head, he surveyed the hall, which was literally impossible. There could be an audience watching them now, and neither would know, not if they wished it to be so.

"Not here," Hephaestion whispered, feeling conscious suddenly. Had he not placed his hand over Alexander's, with firmness, Alexander would not have stopped. However, he knew when Hephaestion was nervous. It was his only flaw, if that, to fear too much over troubles that were not his own. It was not that Hephaestion was afraid of being caught himself, but instead, he worried about what would happen to Alexander were he caught in such a compromising position. Alexander smiled slightly, but sadly, and looked into the darkness. Nothing was there, Hephaestion merely had an over imaginative mind.

"You fret over nothing."

"Please," Hephaestion said, running his hands over Alexander's shoulders, and trailing them down his arms. Alexander met cerulean eyes, and his frustrations lifted. "I am yours, Alexander, but we both know that we are under constant guard. I would never let your demise be caused by my actions."

"You're too loyal," Alexander maintained, stepping away from Hephaestion so that he could come away from the wall. He then grabbed the candelabra, brining it with him as he made his way down the hall. "If you choose to love me you should be able to do so without fearing what others will think, how they will react. If they want to contest my decisions," Alexander stated, whirling back around to face Hephaestion, "then they don't know you."

Alexander dropped the candelabra, instead throwing his arms around Hephaestion. He cupped his buttocks with one hand, drawing him near, desperate for his touch. Responding without delay, Hephaestion forcefully pressed Alexander to the nearest wall. At least this way, should they be caught, he could admit that the infatuations were brought on not by the prince, but by himself. He placed a hand on the back of Alexander's thigh and lifted it, allowing Alexander to wrap his leg around him. Pressing his fingers against his bronzed thigh, Hephaestion slid his hand up Alexander's chiton. Expertly, he pressed beneath the cloth that separated them, cupping Alexander's yearning flesh. His lips cut off Alexander's utterances, then discovered the crook of his neck, his collarbone, his partially exposed upper chest. Sliding over Alexander's hardened desire, he listened to the prince gasp, and then bite his lower lip to keep from muttering lover's words, as he nipped Alexander's now erect nipple. He knew what Alexander wanted, what he needed, and he knew that he craved for it too. With deliberate slowness, Hephaestion pulled his hand away from Alexander's length, and with the same leisurely pace his mouth moved down the center of Alexander's chest, his hands grasping at his flattened stomach as he slithered further and further down. Pushing Alexander's chiton up as he began planting soft kisses against his thighs, like drops of rain falling against rose petals, Alexander wrapped his hands in Hephaestion's hair. He could not keep his hips from jerking when Hephaestion expertly opened him to his mouth, taking him, giving him immense pleasure immediately.

"Phae," Alexander sighed against the back of his hand. Hephaestion snaked a hand around his waist, pulling him further against him. Alexander could not deny that Hephaestion could bring him to an end with only whispering his name. Tonight, he almost lost his restraint when Hephaestion took him, sliding his tongue to his base, then back. Muttering an inaudible plea, he then felt his body tense, and then suddenly relax. His hands fell to Hephaestion's shoulders, but Hephaestion did not rise, instead, he paused. He kissed Alexander's thighs lightly, deliberately, carefully, and only after making sure every inch of both thighs had been tended to, did he slowly move up Alexander's chest once more. Sliding the shoulder strap of his chiton up, Hephaestion kissed his shoulder, and felt Alexander wrap his arms around him.

"We have to go to dinner," Hephaestion whispered against Alexander's neck, kissing his earlobe faintly. He then pulled away, taking his prince's hand, and kissing his knuckles. Then, as if it had not happened, he dropped his hand and they continued on their way, unaware of the peering eyes that watched them.

A/N: Short, but intriguing isn't it?