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FIC: FCSlash: Alexander: Unexpected Comfort
Title: Unexpected Comfort
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: Angst.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Hephaestion/Cleitus
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This one is movie verse and happens after Hephaestion gives Alexander the ring.
Spoilers: Well, yes, for the events in the life of Alexander.
Summary: Cleitus offers Hephaestion comfort.
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UNEXPECTED COMFORT
Cleitus watched as Hephaestion slipped into the room where the king would meet his new bride. He knew he shouldn’t have baited the boy but he had a little too much to drink and it was just too easy. He hadn’t meant to punch him hard enough to draw blood.
He saw Roxane and her women go into the room and Hephaestion hurry out…
And right into his arms.
“Whoa! What have we here?”
“Let me go, Cleitus!”
“Calm down, little one!” The big, dark haired man smiled and held on tight. “Maybe we need to get something on that cut on your lip and something to help you sleep.”
“Leave me alone! Isn’t it enough that you insult our king and spy on him?”
“I just said I wondered if he could perform as well as he does with you… that is no insult. And it was you I followed, not him.”
Hephaestion’s anger flared anew.
“Why do you bait him so? Why do you oppose him? He is your king yet you treat him as a child!”
“I am old, a soldier in his father’s army. He is a child to me sometimes.”
Hephaestion was so angry and so hurt that he wanted to lash out at Cleitus again. He raised his hand to hit him but Cleitus was faster and caught him.
“You do not want to hit me, Hephaestion. And you cannot hit her. Or Alexander.”
Cleitus began to maneuver Hephaestion to his own rooms, hoping to deposit him there in the care of the servants and have another drink or two himself before going to bed. He could see the exhaustion in the young man’s features. He’d had too much wine too, in an effort to forget what his Alexander would be doing this night and with whom.
When he tried to move him, Hephaestion grabbed his arms, gripping them hard.
“I don’t want him to be with her. She can give him more than I can. She can… give him sons… and she is very beautiful…”
“Shhhh… he loves you. We all know that. Shh…”
But Hephaestion was near hysteria.
“What if he loves her more? What will I do?”
Cleitus did the only thing he could think of other than hitting the boy again. He pulled him into his arms and shut his mouth with a kiss. It was just meant to stop his sniveling but it became more as Hephaestion stiffened in the strong arms, his nails digging into Cleitus’ upper arms until they left tiny red half-moons.
Cleitus only kissed him more passionately, the kiss changing as he let his tongue invade Hephaestion’s wine sweetened mouth. The fingers that dug into his skin moments before caressed his arms as the younger man swayed in his arms, pressing his slender body against Cleitus’ brawny frame. He seemed almost entranced as he looked into Cleitus’ dark eyes.
“Let’s get you to bed, get this night over for you. He will be yours again tomorrow, Hephaestion.” Cleitus still only had intentions to get the young man to bed and to sleep. He certainly didn’t anticipate Hephaestion’s next move.
A hand reached down between them and caressed him. Cleitus froze. This was *not* what he intended. Not at all.
“Hephaestion, I… let’s not do something we would regret.”
“I don’t want to be alone thinking about him with …*her*. Do you think… He…” The tears came again.
“Shhh, stop it now… That’s enough.”
“Stay with me… don’t leave me.”
Cleitus sighed. A part of him did not want to leave, but another part told him it was wrong to take advantage, that someday there would be hell to pay. Another part wanted this man in his arms, wanted the closest thing he could ever have to Alexander.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Yes, I do… I want you, Cleitus, to come to my bed. Do the things with me that I do with him. Be my lover tonight… please.”
Cleitus was undone. His body wanted this, wanted this desperate young man to be his for just this one night.
“Come with me then,” he leaned close and kissed Hephaestion again. He turned and headed for his own quarters. Hephaestion followed him. He dismissed his servants and lit a few lamps as Hephaestion stood in the middle of the floor and removed his clothing. By the time Cleitus turned to look, Hephaestion stood naked before him. His breath caught at the sight of Alexander’s lover.
He was smaller than Cleitus but they all were. He was lean and muscular, larger than Alexander but by no means a big man. His skin was smooth but for a few battle scars. They only served to excite Cleitus more as he advanced on Alexander’s best friend.
He unfastened his own clothing and let it drop where he stood. He was big all over, tall, muscular and his male part matched the rest of him, standing proud and ready. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Hephaestion looking at him, not that Hephaestion was lacking either.
Neither Cleitus nor Hephaestion spoke a word as he crossed the floor and led the younger man to the bed.
“Let me fill your mind and body tonight, if not with love, then certainly with pleasure,” Cleitus murmured as he laid Hephaestion on his back and covered him with his own body. Those soulful eyes looked into his and he had no trouble understanding why Alexander loved Hephaestion so.
Cleitus kissed him hungrily and moved so he could nibble his neck and shoulders. He knew he must not mark the smooth skin but the temptation was great. His hand slid down over Hephaestion’s chest, down to his flat belly. He caressed and then firmly stroked the hard length, capturing Hephaestion’s mouth in another kiss as the younger man moaned. His skilled hand slid up and down the hard shaft, eliciting more needful sounds.
He knew that Alexander and Hephaestion had been lovers for probably fifteen years and that Hephaestion was no trembling virgin. But he was very surprised at how young he seemed. He didn’t at first realize that being the more submissive partner was new to Hephaestion, but he had heard rumors for years that Alexander had always allowed himself to be taken by the other man. He meant to teach him something new.
Since he usually had his own ‘boy’ here, he had all he needed for Hephaestion’s ease by the bed. He reached for the vial of scented oil and uncapped it. He wanted to feel Hephaestion’s hands on him this time. He poured a bit into the other man’s hands, moving so his erection was easy for Hephaestion to touch.
Cleitus growled as cool hands slid up and down his shaft, oiling it from root to tip, pushing the foreskin back and making sure to oil it all over. Hephaestion looked hungry as he smiled almost at Cleitus.
Cleitus had waited as long as he meant to. He moved up onto his knees and spread Hephaestion’s legs, sliding one long finger inside the tiny opening. He moved closer as he probed inside, gently hunting and finding the tiny gland that made Hephaestion forget about Alexander and most everything else he knew too. He cried out something unintelligible as Cleitus brushed it again and again.
“Yes, my warrior,” Cleitus whispered as he removed his fingers and pressed Hephaestion’s legs up to his chest. He sheathed himself inside, not stopping until he was all the way inside. He braced himself with his hands on either side of Hephaestion and began to thrust deep then pull almost all the way out.
Hephaestion’s legs wrapped around him as he began to meet his thrusts. His hard cock pressed between them, demanding attention too. Cleitus moved so that Hephaestion would be caught in the friction as they both moved together. He watched as blue eyes burned with need and desire, and with pain that he was not with Alexander.
“You will be with him soon, son, soon. Come for *me* now… I want to feel your body tight around me when I fill you. Please…”
Cleitus lost control when he felt the warm wetness of Hephaestion’s release between them. Hephaestion’s shuddering signaled his own pleasure as he filled him with his seed.
“My sweet boy,” he whispered against the young man’s skin.
“Alexander,” Hephaestion moaned, not even knowing that he did. Cleitus smiled and kissed his cheek as he came back to himself. He was not angry at hearing the king’s name instead of his own. He had expected no less. He slipped from the young man’s body and pulled him close.
He thought about Alexander and his little wildcat of a wife. He kissed Hephaestion’s sweaty brow and decided that *he,* Cleitus, was the lucky one tonight.
“Sleep, dear one…sleep.”
*
Hephaestion and Bagoas held the weeping and restless king long into the night. Alexander had killed Cleitus in a stupid, drunken rage. Hephaestion had had to push his own feelings about the big man to the back of his mind in order to care for his king, his Alexander.
But now, in the cold of the morning, he stood at the door of the royal tent and looked out at the quiet little city.
And he wept.
~end~
Author: Alex (alex_cat_45@yahoo.com)
Type: Slash
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor do I profit from their use.
Warnings: Angst.
Beta: Larian Elensar
Pairing: Hephaestion/Cleitus
Archive: Alex’s Story Book
Author’s Note: This one is movie verse and happens after Hephaestion gives Alexander the ring.
Spoilers: Well, yes, for the events in the life of Alexander.
Summary: Cleitus offers Hephaestion comfort.
~~~
UNEXPECTED COMFORT
Cleitus watched as Hephaestion slipped into the room where the king would meet his new bride. He knew he shouldn’t have baited the boy but he had a little too much to drink and it was just too easy. He hadn’t meant to punch him hard enough to draw blood.
He saw Roxane and her women go into the room and Hephaestion hurry out…
And right into his arms.
“Whoa! What have we here?”
“Let me go, Cleitus!”
“Calm down, little one!” The big, dark haired man smiled and held on tight. “Maybe we need to get something on that cut on your lip and something to help you sleep.”
“Leave me alone! Isn’t it enough that you insult our king and spy on him?”
“I just said I wondered if he could perform as well as he does with you… that is no insult. And it was you I followed, not him.”
Hephaestion’s anger flared anew.
“Why do you bait him so? Why do you oppose him? He is your king yet you treat him as a child!”
“I am old, a soldier in his father’s army. He is a child to me sometimes.”
Hephaestion was so angry and so hurt that he wanted to lash out at Cleitus again. He raised his hand to hit him but Cleitus was faster and caught him.
“You do not want to hit me, Hephaestion. And you cannot hit her. Or Alexander.”
Cleitus began to maneuver Hephaestion to his own rooms, hoping to deposit him there in the care of the servants and have another drink or two himself before going to bed. He could see the exhaustion in the young man’s features. He’d had too much wine too, in an effort to forget what his Alexander would be doing this night and with whom.
When he tried to move him, Hephaestion grabbed his arms, gripping them hard.
“I don’t want him to be with her. She can give him more than I can. She can… give him sons… and she is very beautiful…”
“Shhhh… he loves you. We all know that. Shh…”
But Hephaestion was near hysteria.
“What if he loves her more? What will I do?”
Cleitus did the only thing he could think of other than hitting the boy again. He pulled him into his arms and shut his mouth with a kiss. It was just meant to stop his sniveling but it became more as Hephaestion stiffened in the strong arms, his nails digging into Cleitus’ upper arms until they left tiny red half-moons.
Cleitus only kissed him more passionately, the kiss changing as he let his tongue invade Hephaestion’s wine sweetened mouth. The fingers that dug into his skin moments before caressed his arms as the younger man swayed in his arms, pressing his slender body against Cleitus’ brawny frame. He seemed almost entranced as he looked into Cleitus’ dark eyes.
“Let’s get you to bed, get this night over for you. He will be yours again tomorrow, Hephaestion.” Cleitus still only had intentions to get the young man to bed and to sleep. He certainly didn’t anticipate Hephaestion’s next move.
A hand reached down between them and caressed him. Cleitus froze. This was *not* what he intended. Not at all.
“Hephaestion, I… let’s not do something we would regret.”
“I don’t want to be alone thinking about him with …*her*. Do you think… He…” The tears came again.
“Shhh, stop it now… That’s enough.”
“Stay with me… don’t leave me.”
Cleitus sighed. A part of him did not want to leave, but another part told him it was wrong to take advantage, that someday there would be hell to pay. Another part wanted this man in his arms, wanted the closest thing he could ever have to Alexander.
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“Yes, I do… I want you, Cleitus, to come to my bed. Do the things with me that I do with him. Be my lover tonight… please.”
Cleitus was undone. His body wanted this, wanted this desperate young man to be his for just this one night.
“Come with me then,” he leaned close and kissed Hephaestion again. He turned and headed for his own quarters. Hephaestion followed him. He dismissed his servants and lit a few lamps as Hephaestion stood in the middle of the floor and removed his clothing. By the time Cleitus turned to look, Hephaestion stood naked before him. His breath caught at the sight of Alexander’s lover.
He was smaller than Cleitus but they all were. He was lean and muscular, larger than Alexander but by no means a big man. His skin was smooth but for a few battle scars. They only served to excite Cleitus more as he advanced on Alexander’s best friend.
He unfastened his own clothing and let it drop where he stood. He was big all over, tall, muscular and his male part matched the rest of him, standing proud and ready. He couldn’t help but smile when he saw Hephaestion looking at him, not that Hephaestion was lacking either.
Neither Cleitus nor Hephaestion spoke a word as he crossed the floor and led the younger man to the bed.
“Let me fill your mind and body tonight, if not with love, then certainly with pleasure,” Cleitus murmured as he laid Hephaestion on his back and covered him with his own body. Those soulful eyes looked into his and he had no trouble understanding why Alexander loved Hephaestion so.
Cleitus kissed him hungrily and moved so he could nibble his neck and shoulders. He knew he must not mark the smooth skin but the temptation was great. His hand slid down over Hephaestion’s chest, down to his flat belly. He caressed and then firmly stroked the hard length, capturing Hephaestion’s mouth in another kiss as the younger man moaned. His skilled hand slid up and down the hard shaft, eliciting more needful sounds.
He knew that Alexander and Hephaestion had been lovers for probably fifteen years and that Hephaestion was no trembling virgin. But he was very surprised at how young he seemed. He didn’t at first realize that being the more submissive partner was new to Hephaestion, but he had heard rumors for years that Alexander had always allowed himself to be taken by the other man. He meant to teach him something new.
Since he usually had his own ‘boy’ here, he had all he needed for Hephaestion’s ease by the bed. He reached for the vial of scented oil and uncapped it. He wanted to feel Hephaestion’s hands on him this time. He poured a bit into the other man’s hands, moving so his erection was easy for Hephaestion to touch.
Cleitus growled as cool hands slid up and down his shaft, oiling it from root to tip, pushing the foreskin back and making sure to oil it all over. Hephaestion looked hungry as he smiled almost at Cleitus.
Cleitus had waited as long as he meant to. He moved up onto his knees and spread Hephaestion’s legs, sliding one long finger inside the tiny opening. He moved closer as he probed inside, gently hunting and finding the tiny gland that made Hephaestion forget about Alexander and most everything else he knew too. He cried out something unintelligible as Cleitus brushed it again and again.
“Yes, my warrior,” Cleitus whispered as he removed his fingers and pressed Hephaestion’s legs up to his chest. He sheathed himself inside, not stopping until he was all the way inside. He braced himself with his hands on either side of Hephaestion and began to thrust deep then pull almost all the way out.
Hephaestion’s legs wrapped around him as he began to meet his thrusts. His hard cock pressed between them, demanding attention too. Cleitus moved so that Hephaestion would be caught in the friction as they both moved together. He watched as blue eyes burned with need and desire, and with pain that he was not with Alexander.
“You will be with him soon, son, soon. Come for *me* now… I want to feel your body tight around me when I fill you. Please…”
Cleitus lost control when he felt the warm wetness of Hephaestion’s release between them. Hephaestion’s shuddering signaled his own pleasure as he filled him with his seed.
“My sweet boy,” he whispered against the young man’s skin.
“Alexander,” Hephaestion moaned, not even knowing that he did. Cleitus smiled and kissed his cheek as he came back to himself. He was not angry at hearing the king’s name instead of his own. He had expected no less. He slipped from the young man’s body and pulled him close.
He thought about Alexander and his little wildcat of a wife. He kissed Hephaestion’s sweaty brow and decided that *he,* Cleitus, was the lucky one tonight.
“Sleep, dear one…sleep.”
*
Hephaestion and Bagoas held the weeping and restless king long into the night. Alexander had killed Cleitus in a stupid, drunken rage. Hephaestion had had to push his own feelings about the big man to the back of his mind in order to care for his king, his Alexander.
But now, in the cold of the morning, he stood at the door of the royal tent and looked out at the quiet little city.
And he wept.
~end~