Hello all,
Here comes the seventh entry to my Destiny tale. Special warnings for very hot and intense love scene in this chapter. It might be considered as a Christmas Gift... ^blushing^
All the best wishes and hopefully good reading, Wishing you all a Very Merry Yuletide and a Happy New Year!
/ NorthernLight
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Escape From Destiny, Part Seven
Ecbatana, 324 BC
A Night For Loving Friends
All the feasting was done. Fortunately Alexander had held the drinking down and they were going to bed almost sober. At long last Hephaestion had his Beautiful Golden One all for himself in the comfortable Royal chambers in the palace in Ecbatana.
They truly were magnificent. The Royal bath tub had been taken there from Darius' own tent, all the way from Issos. It was made from pure gold and so big that one could almost assume that it was a Royal swimming pool. It had lion's feet and it was adorned with lions, feathery palm leafs and all kinds of beautiful flowers and leafs. They sat in it together, bathing and helping each other to rinse their hair with the warm rose water. The rose petals were floating around them, adding a pleasing fragrance to the bath and all the room. The faithful Guard Stefanos stood near the bath tub, watching over his King and Chiliarch. He sniffed the air, enjoying the pleasant rose fragrance. The handsome couple bathed together for a long time before they finished the refreshing soaking in the warm water that now was turning more than tepid. They rose in cascades of water. Stefanos and Alexios were there for them with enormous soft towels, royal red with gilded rims. They wrapped them into the towels and rubbed them until they were dry. Then they dressed them in clean chitons, a royal red for the King, a midnight blue for the Chiliarch. After this Alexander gave them a sign.
"Thanks for your help and service, my faithful Guards. We will need you no more for tonight, "he told them. "You may remain on call outside the bedchamber."
Alexander and Hephaestion entered the Royal bedchamber on their own. Here in Ecbatana it was not as enormous as in Babylon, Persepolis and Susa. Hephaestion found it more home like and comfortable than those parade palace chambers. The bed was made from a very thick dark brown tree stem, carved out with the most beautiful craftsmanship, adorned with wine leafs, bunches of grapes and other delicious fruits. It was made up with a shimmering blue green bed spread, fine fluffy furs and many white and blue green soft cushions and it looked most inviting, not only for sleep. Hephaestion looked fondly at Alexander. He undressed, not so quick as before. With concern Hephaestion saw that even this little effort was somewhat trying for his Golden One. He lifted off his fine midnight blue chiton, watching Alexander's gold chain with rubies and his own silver chain with the amethysts that rested safely on the bed table. Hephaestion's Ring from Egypt never left his finger and he touched it for strength and reassurance.
Then he stood before his friend and Chiliarch, stark naked in full sight nearby the wide window with that gorgeous view over the Orontis Mountains. It was now late at night. A silvery moon and a sparkling cluster of shining silvery stars shed their lights upon his still strong and muscular body. Hephaestion never tired of that wonderful sight. Those glimmering golden curls, now heavily streaked with silver, those beautiful and commanding large gray eyes, one much darker than the other, now wide from longing, the strong features of his face, the neck turned towards the left side, a memory of a serious trauma at the Danube, his broad muscular shoulders, the right one bearing the scar from the cruel catapult arrow at Gaza, his ribcage severely scarred from the malevolent Mallian arrow that almost took his life, his leg that was shattered in the Sogdian war and badly scarred from it, his foot pierced by that sharp arrow at the Massagetian campaign.
His friend was even more beautiful and precious to him now when he had been worn and torn by the hurts and adversities of a cruel world. He felt an immense desire building up inside him. It could not, would not be denied. He rapidly removed his own clothes and told his friend in a husky, demanding voice:
"Alexander! I want you - now!"'
"No. I am so tired. I am not up to it. Can't you see that for yourself?"
"Oh no. You will never be too tired for this."
He knelt before his friend and started to kiss his feet, fondly suckling the scar on his right foot. Alexander was always clean and proper and even his feet tasted like a most delicious perfume of roses and violets. Hephaestion started up his shinbone that had been so cruelly crushed. Alexander had soft golden hair growing more or less over his whole body and the longer hairs on his lower leg tickled his tongue making his longing almost unendurable . He kissed the scar tissue over the roughly healed bone, working it with his tongue. Now he could hear Alexander softly moaning and a strong hand gripped his head.
"Please...Don't do this to me! You know I cannot resist you. I cannot take any more of this..."
"I surely can see that now. And you said that you were not up to it!"
He continued kissing Alexander's knees and his thighs until he could see and feel the Mighty Spear rising, ready for the thing he wanted most of all. Now the strong hands grasped his shoulders and forcefully lifted him off the floor. Alexander embraced him, warmly and violently at the same time.
"My dear friend, I cannot take this anymore. You will get what you want, immediately!"
He dragged Hephaestion to the bed and they fell together amongst the soft furs and cushions. They were cool to their heated bodies and soon they begun that eternal waving rhythm of giving and taking, tumbling around and upsetting the finely made bedspreads into a tangle of lusty heaps and waves of the finest furs and fabrics. The moon and the stars gave their silvery light to their wonderful love game, but soon a soft gray white cloud blew over the round silvery full moon, almost as if she was blushing...
Afterward Alexander lay completely exhausted. His breath labored and he clutched his right side over the scar from the Mallian arrow. Hephaestion looked at him with great concern. Alexander sternly told him:
"Look now what you've done to me! My chest hurts something awfully. It burns as fire for each breath...catches me like a band of iron..."
"Oh no. I didn't think...Let me help you!"
He reached out for the vial of rose scented oil at the bedside and filled his hands with it, making a Prayer of Healing as it warmed to his touch and pleased his nostrils with its flowery fragrance. He started to briskly rub the scarred ribcage, giving his friend a most gentle massage, following the smooth fair skin with his hands, cupping them lovingly over the strong chest muscles and fractured ribs that had ruggedly healed into an adherent mass of bone, cartilage and connective tissues. All the best Healing, medicines and doctoring and lovingly given massage had not been able to restore this horrible wound to something like health. Hephaestion knew that it was a wonder his dear Beautiful Golden One had survived at all - knew with foreboding angst that Alexander lived on time borrowed from the Gods alone.
He continued the gentle stroking and kneading until he felt the tensions releasing and his friend could again breath with ease. Alexander lay flat on his back, his gleaming golden hair a mass of long curly waves on the soft blue green cushions. His beautiful gray eyes were bright and shining but clouded over more and more of sheer lust and longing. He said with a hoarse, demanding voice:
"Now you've done it again! Come and let me feel this wonderful heat of yours...somewhere else than on my ribcage."
"No, Alexander. Not again. Once is enough. The Doctor told us..."
"Don't think of him now. He does not know about the passions of Real Life! I can never get enough of you, my friend..."
Again they embraced each other, fervently and lovingly, as if it were their very last night together.
The round silvery full moon blushed once more and covered herself with a soft white cloud...
TBC
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