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FIC: In Hephaestion's Place (Alexander)
Title: In Hephaestion’s Place
Author: Alex(alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FCSlash
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own them, none of us do. They belong to the ages.
Warnings: Death.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Cassander/Alexander, Hephaestion/Alexander
Archive: Alex’s Story Book at http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/AlexCat/AlexHome.htm Summary: Cassander envies Hephaestion more than anything.
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IN HEPHAESTION’S PLACE
Cassander watched them as they talked to one another, watched those little touches and smiles that only life-long companions and lovers had for one another.
And he ached.
It was not that he wanted Hephaestion. It wasn’t even that he wanted Alexander. He wanted what Alexander *had*. No, not to be king but he would settle for that if that were all he could get. He wanted someone to look into his heart and soul and see him… and love him still. He was greedy for a love like that.
When he was younger, he had thought that all it would take was to be Alexander’s lover. Cassander was handsome with his lean and hungry looks and he knew that Alexander would not turn him away. Full of himself and thinking that ability would sway the young king to love him, he had gone to Alexander.
He had been surprised by Alexander. Instead of the driven man he was to the entire world, the Alexander he made love to was sweet and needy, hungry for any love that he could get, almost more child than man. Cassander had felt his own heart respond to that need and that love. He held the golden haired boy long into the night, whispering sweet things to him in the protection of the darkness.
But the light of day had brought back envy and jealousy.
He watched them, heads close together, talking to each other in voices so quiet that only they heard one another. He winced when Hephaestion gently squeezed Alexander’s shoulder as he rose to leave for one task or another then turned back and whispered something he had forgotten into his lover’s ear, making them both smile.
Cassander slammed his fist on the table. He still had the grace to blush when all his companions turned and stared. Ptolemy looked long and hard. He knew. Cassander saw that he knew. He looked away, not ready for anyone to see the hunger in his eyes.
Cassander fought Alexander at every turn. He opposed the way he acted like a Persian; he was insulted that Alexander seemed to embrace a slave of the old king rather than accept the love of one of his own generals, one who had been with him since they were boys studying under Aristotle. He lost control and screamed at Alexander when he married that harridan, Roxane.
Yet he followed him, wavering only once or twice.
He laughed and called Hephaestion Alexander’s wife when in his heart, he knew that Hephaestion was more than any wife would ever be to the king. He knew that he would give his all to be loved like that.
He drank another glass of wine and watched them. Hephaestion was always the soul of discretion and that never changed, no matter how outrageous Alexander could act when he’d had too much wine. Tonight was one of those rare nights that Hephaestion would slip into Alexander’s bedroom. He had watched them for too many years not to know.
His own morbid curiosity had him follow Alexander as he left the main hall. Hephaestion had gone an hour before.
Cassander went to an adjoining chamber, one that servants often used. Servants were ever nosy and to that end, there were peepholes. And he watched.
His face burned with… shame and envy. His body ached with desire. He knew his own ambition was almost as big as Alexander’s, but tonight, he wished he were in Hephaestion’s place.
He would trade it all to hear Alexander say the words he could hear him say over and over as Hephaestion cried out in pleasure.
He left the peephole and went to his own rooms. He splashed cold water on his face.
He would give up everything he had to be in Hephaestion’s place.
*
Hephaestion was dead. Alexander was dead and he was chasing Olympias’ army and would kill her when he caught her. He would be king. Finally.
He would still give up everything he had to be in Hephaestion’s place.
Everything.
~end~
Author: Alex(alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: FCSlash
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I do not own them, none of us do. They belong to the ages.
Warnings: Death.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Cassander/Alexander, Hephaestion/Alexander
Archive: Alex’s Story Book at http://www.ofelvesandmen.com/AlexCat/AlexHome.htm Summary: Cassander envies Hephaestion more than anything.
~~~
IN HEPHAESTION’S PLACE
Cassander watched them as they talked to one another, watched those little touches and smiles that only life-long companions and lovers had for one another.
And he ached.
It was not that he wanted Hephaestion. It wasn’t even that he wanted Alexander. He wanted what Alexander *had*. No, not to be king but he would settle for that if that were all he could get. He wanted someone to look into his heart and soul and see him… and love him still. He was greedy for a love like that.
When he was younger, he had thought that all it would take was to be Alexander’s lover. Cassander was handsome with his lean and hungry looks and he knew that Alexander would not turn him away. Full of himself and thinking that ability would sway the young king to love him, he had gone to Alexander.
He had been surprised by Alexander. Instead of the driven man he was to the entire world, the Alexander he made love to was sweet and needy, hungry for any love that he could get, almost more child than man. Cassander had felt his own heart respond to that need and that love. He held the golden haired boy long into the night, whispering sweet things to him in the protection of the darkness.
But the light of day had brought back envy and jealousy.
He watched them, heads close together, talking to each other in voices so quiet that only they heard one another. He winced when Hephaestion gently squeezed Alexander’s shoulder as he rose to leave for one task or another then turned back and whispered something he had forgotten into his lover’s ear, making them both smile.
Cassander slammed his fist on the table. He still had the grace to blush when all his companions turned and stared. Ptolemy looked long and hard. He knew. Cassander saw that he knew. He looked away, not ready for anyone to see the hunger in his eyes.
Cassander fought Alexander at every turn. He opposed the way he acted like a Persian; he was insulted that Alexander seemed to embrace a slave of the old king rather than accept the love of one of his own generals, one who had been with him since they were boys studying under Aristotle. He lost control and screamed at Alexander when he married that harridan, Roxane.
Yet he followed him, wavering only once or twice.
He laughed and called Hephaestion Alexander’s wife when in his heart, he knew that Hephaestion was more than any wife would ever be to the king. He knew that he would give his all to be loved like that.
He drank another glass of wine and watched them. Hephaestion was always the soul of discretion and that never changed, no matter how outrageous Alexander could act when he’d had too much wine. Tonight was one of those rare nights that Hephaestion would slip into Alexander’s bedroom. He had watched them for too many years not to know.
His own morbid curiosity had him follow Alexander as he left the main hall. Hephaestion had gone an hour before.
Cassander went to an adjoining chamber, one that servants often used. Servants were ever nosy and to that end, there were peepholes. And he watched.
His face burned with… shame and envy. His body ached with desire. He knew his own ambition was almost as big as Alexander’s, but tonight, he wished he were in Hephaestion’s place.
He would trade it all to hear Alexander say the words he could hear him say over and over as Hephaestion cried out in pleasure.
He left the peephole and went to his own rooms. He splashed cold water on his face.
He would give up everything he had to be in Hephaestion’s place.
*
Hephaestion was dead. Alexander was dead and he was chasing Olympias’ army and would kill her when he caught her. He would be king. Finally.
He would still give up everything he had to be in Hephaestion’s place.
Everything.
~end~