5 comments/ 20677 views/ 6 favorites Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 01 By: sjsjs (This is the first chapter of what I hope to continue as a erotic and historical story... I'd really appreciate any feedback you may have - it really does help! The feedback I got for my previous story was very welcome and very useful!) Now, sit back and enjoy ;-) Alexander had gained mastery over the known world when he had defeated the once might King Darius at the battle Gaugamela and yet he felt unsated as he watched his generals drinking merrily and cavorting drunkenly on the rich carpets and silk cushions in the defeated King's tent with the sultry Persian concubines. He sipped again at the dark wine in his heavy golden chalice keeping his eyes on the Bacchic scene before him lit only by the flickering light of a dozen torches. Hephaestion laughingly pushed away the caresses of a raven-haired temptress as she reached under his tunic for his manhood. He glanced to his left and saw Alexander glare at him. He threw his head back in laughter and winked at his lover as he rose from his luxurious couch, the muscles in his thighs flexing beneath the tanned flesh. He walked over to Alexander, stepping over and around gyrating, half-naked bodies lost in the heady pleasures of sex and rich, spiced wine. Hephaestion leaned over Alexander and kissed him delicately on his full lips, whispering, "Did you not like what you saw?" Alexander gave him a cold look that would have made even the most hardened warriors flinch, before taking another draught of his wine, but Hephaestion merely smiled knowingly at him and knelt by his side. He ran his hands over Alexander's thick, muscular thighs before pushing them slowly apart and reaching under the rich, red tunic with one hand. He squeezed and caressed the heavy balls of his lord and lover before pulling Alexander's hips forward on the cushions. Alexander raised his eyebrow at Hephaestion who kissed his inner thighs passionately, gradually raising the heavily embroidered tunic higher and higher until it covered only his pulsating cock and cum-laden balls. He breathed in the rich, musky aroma of Alexander before slowly taking one of his balls into his mouth and sucking. Alexander took in a deep breath and lay back, his head resting on the thickly padded cushions of his low citrus wood couch, his eyes closed and his lips forming a knowing smile...oh he knew all about the wonders his lover could perform with his mouth. Hephaestion released the heavy sac from his mouth, kissing and licking the crease of his hips and then moving back to suck on the hanging balls at the base of Alexander's long, thick and heavy cock. He gave them a final swirl of his tongue before his talented fingers continued to knead them and his mouth gave its full attention to the manhood he knew so well. He pressed his lips along its length, nibbling and licking it as he worked his way to the very tip which had begun to ooze precum from its little slit. Alexander gasped as Hephaestion licked the dewy pearl from the tip of his cock and quickly took the dark reddish-purple mushroom head into his mouth, massaging it with his full lips. His tongue swirled around it, and occasionally pressed firmly at the sensitive spot just beneath the head before he began to work more and more of the length into his mouth. "Oh gods Hephaestion!" groaned Alexander, grasping the back of his man's head, tangling his fingers through his dark, curly locks and pushing his hips back and forth forcing more of his thick cock into Hephaestion's hot, wet mouth. Hephaestion swallowed and Alexander's throbbing manhood slid partway down his throat as he hummed, creating vibration to increase his lover's pleasure. He did this again and again as Alexander thrust his hips towards Hephaestion's face faster and faster until at last he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining as his cock rammed into Hephaestion's mouth and began to twitch as he came. Thick ropes of creamy cum were released into Hephaestion's mouth and throat as he continued to suck and swirl his tongue around the thick cock, swallowing everything his lover had to give to him. Alexander lay back taking deep, ragged breaths, his eyes still closed and his chest heaving from the exertion and the utter bliss he had just experienced from his closest friend and chosen lover. Hephaestion slowly released the softening cock from his mouth with a pop and kissed it before sitting back on his haunches, arms resting on Alexander's thighs, to look up at the man whom so many loved and followed, but only he knew so intimately. His heart and soul entwined with this man. Alexander slowly regained control of his breath and gradually opened his eyes to look down upon the beautifully rugged warrior who grinned up at him with a gleam in his eye. Alexander couldn't help but laugh and pulled him up to lay beside him on his huge ornate and plush couch. He ran his hand along Hephaestion's collarbone and then ripped his white tunic open from the neck all the way down to navel and looked at the thickly corded muscle that moved under the smooth, deeply tanned bronze skin with every breath. He dipped his finger into the half-full cup of wine that he had set down beside him and ran it around each of Hephaestion's nipples in turn before leaning down to swirl his tongue around them and suck the heady wine off as the nipples began to harden under his ministrations. He dipped his fingers into the wine once more and ran them down the centre of his chest, following their movement with his mouth. Kissing and sucking the path that ran down to the line of hair which ran to his large, thickly veined and beautifully shaped manhood. Hephaestion moaned with pleasure. There was no one on earth who could make him feel as wanton and lustful as Alexander did. The torchlight flickered over Hephaestion's glistening bronzed chest as Alexander raised his head to look up at him. Hephaestion opened his eyes which, Alexander noted with pleasure, were darkened with lust. He smiled mysteriously, running his hands under Hephaestion's tunic tickling and squeezing his balls as Hephaestion closed his eyes and moaned, and went back to pleasuring his lover. Alexander ripped open what was left of Hephaestion's tunic to look upon a body that closely mirrored his own. Hard, corded muscle honed to perfection under skin perfectly bronzed from hours of exercising nude under the hot eastern sun and wielding heavy weapons fighting fierce battles against barbarian hordes. Those very same battles had caused the scars that occasionally marred the glowing skin, but to Alexander they only made Hephaestion more beautiful to look upon and caress. They had, after all, been obtained whilst fighting by his side. He ran his fingers delicately along two long scars that ran across his hip and Hephaestion winced. They had been inflicted by Darius himself during the battle only a few days earlier. Alexander at once removed his fingers and kissed the pain away, although his eyes narrowed at the discomfort caused to his man. His Hephaestion. He vowed to catch up with Darius, who had escaped like a coward when the tide of the battle had turned against him, and make him pay for all he had done and more. But that would wait until the next day. For now, he had his lover's body to pleasure. He turned his mind back to the well-oiled body before him, beginning to stroke the thick, throbbing length that jutted out from its nest of dark curls. Alexander leant down to kiss and suck at the very base of the cock in his hand, beginning to massage the spot just before Hephaestion's anus, knowing it would drive him wild. He didn't have to wait long. Hephaestion's hips began to rise and fall as his breath grew shallow and Alexander smiled before licking the pearl of precum that had formed on the very tip of his cock, purple with raging lust, into his mouth, delighting in his musky aroma and bitter-sweet taste. He wrapped his lips around the soft, smooth cock-head and began to suck and swirl his tongue over it before sliding his mouth all the way down to the root of his manhood. Hephaestion gasped with ill-disguised pleasure, arching his back as his cock was repeatedly sucked into the hot, wet vacuum of Alexander's mouth while one of his hands held Hephaestion's hip and the other rubbed and massaged his full balls, occasionally stretching out a finger to press against his passage. Hephaestion opened his eyes, clouded with desire, to look at he man bringing so much pleasure to his body, and spoke in a ragged whisper, "Alexander..." Alexander knew what he needed and quickly grasped the vial of perfumed oil that lay on the small citrus-wood table beside him, emptying it over his own newly hardened and throbbing cock and rubbing it into Hephaestion's anus. With a few rapid tugs on his heavily veined cock, he placed it at Hephaestion's entrance and began to push his way in. Alexander lay panting above him, bracing himself on his straining arms and looking down at the face he loved so much. He bent his head down and began to kiss those sultry lips as he started thrusting into Hephaestion's tightness until he filled him completely. Hephaestion grasped his shoulders and then drew his hands down his lover's back to his hard, rounded buttocks, pulling them towards him and into him as they reached a strong rhythm together. Alexander took all his weight on one bronzed forearm as he reached below him to grasp Hephaestion's straining cock and began to work it in the same strong rhythm. Neither man could hold off the orgasm that was building to a frenzy. They gasped and groaned at the sensations they were both experiencing, feeling at that moment a closeness that bound their very souls together. Hephaestion cried out as he began to spurt ropes of creamy cum onto both of their chests and stomachs and Alexander could wait no longer than this moment to release his own desire deep into him. The sweat that had beaded on their bodies began to cool as they gradually slowed their movements to a gentle rocking before coming to a complete and satisfied end. They drew deep breaths into their lungs as Alexander's softened cock withdrew from Hephaestion and he wrapped his arms around him, drawing him even more closely into the warmth of his body, kissing him deeply and thoroughly, their tongues entwining. Shortly afterwards Alexander grasped a silken cloth which had dropped to the floor and wiped off Hephaestion's cum from both of their bodies, before drawing up a huge richly embroidered red and gold blanket and covering both of them with it. They fell asleep after the torment of battle and the agonies of pleasure wrapped in each other's arms. Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 02 Alexander instinctively awoke with the first light as he always did. The torches in their metal brackets had died out during the night leaving only the occasional rays of intruding sunlight to illuminate the luxurious tent. The generals and their women had all left to sleep off their overindulgence during the very early hours leaving Alexander and Hephaestion alone. Alexander smiled when he looked down at his lover cradled in his arms, their legs entwined, their faces so close that they shared the very same breath they breathed in. He stroked his hands over Hephaestion's muscular arms and caressed his strong jaw line noting the moment when he opened his emerald green eyes. After rubbing the sleep from them, he grinned up at Alexander and winked at him. Alexander couldn't help but laugh out loud at the irrepressible man in his arms and held him closer to his chest shaking with laughter and then moving his head down to press a kiss against his full lips. Hephaestion opened his mouth at this and licked Alexander's beautifully shaped lips. Alexander groaned and felt himself beginning to stir against Hephaestion's thigh. He parted his own lips and sucked Hephaestion's tongue into his warm mouth, caressing it with his own. The kiss becoming more urgent as their arousal grew and their bodies began to undulate against each other. Their hands grasped at the thick heat of each other and began to pump the cocks harder and harder, gasping and thrusting against the hardness of each others bodies until at last they both reached the peak they had been driving towards and exploded onto the rippled planes of their chests. Alexander fell onto his back, gasping for breath as Hephaestion moved on top of him needing to bring his lips to his. Their kiss grew deeper as their tongues entwined and their breaths gradually slowed. Alexander sucked Hephaestion's full bottom lip into his mouth before opening his eyes and letting it go. Pressing a final kiss against his rosebud mouth, he spoke, "Come lover, there is much to be done today...there is a king to catch!" Hephaestion laughed, running his hands through Alexander's tousled honey locks, and said, "I have already caught my king today Alexander." "You are impossible, man!" he replied with a smile. "Come!" he said again rising from the tangled blanket about them and then pulling Hephaestion up. With a final embrace, Hephaestion cupped Alexander's warm, hard bottom into his hips and kissed him hard, before pulling a tunic over his head and lazily stretching his arms above him, yawning, and walking out of the tent into the glorious morning sunshine. Alexander shook his head and smiled to himself. He never could get enough of that man. ***** Alexander and his generals gathered closely around a rough table covered in different maps all hand drawn and painted in bright colours on thinned and stretched animal skins. They depicted the world as it was then known: a ring of land around the Mediterranean which was enclosed by the vast Ocean. Aristotle had had them prepared for his most famous student, Alexander upon his departure from Macedonia for what would be the last time. It seemed that this wish was on the verge of completion. Alexander would finally achieve what his father Philip had yearned for and prepared for during his lifetime, before he was brutally murdered at his daughter's wedding by a former lover, Pausanias who had been in collusion with the Persian King Darius. Alexander had vowed that Darius would pay dearly for this grievous wrong and yet he had slipped from his grasp for the second time after the battle of Gaugamela. The first time after the battle of Issus had been bad enough, but this was close to humiliation. "But surely if he is indeed heading for Bactria and the East we should follow him hard, close the gap and kill him!" urged Ptolemy, "before the distance becomes too great." "Our men are tired, they need to rest not endure another forced march for thousands of miles to a country we don't even know!" contended Antiochus hotly, thumping his fist onto the table and making the maps jump. The generals argued fiercely amongst themselves, each truly believing that their desired course of action was the best. Hephaestion looked up from the maps to Alexander who was staring at the placement of Babylon, the city of the Kings, the city he had dreamed of since a child. He placed his hand on Alexander's shoulder and muttered, "So, it is Babylon first my friend..." Alexander gave a curt nod, looked up and said in a soft voice that immediately drew a veil complete silence around him with its innately commanding nature, and no one failed to hear him say, "We will march to Babylon, rest ourselves and our men. The scouts will travel along the former King's Road and keep me informed of Darius' whereabouts. I imagine...," he said slowly tracing his finger along the map to the East, towards the mountains of the Caucasus, "that he will go to Bessus ... here," and he tapped the index finger of his right hand on the word 'Bactria.' "If that is where he goes, it is where we will go." His tone brooked no argument. The generals looked at him and nodded before bowing their heads before him and striding out of the tent to prepare the thousands of men for the march to Babylon. There was never any question of arguing with Alexander, certainly not in relation to anything that had to do with military campaigning or high politics. He was the pre-eminent master of these having been raised to rule since birth, and rule was trusted by them all in his capable, imaginative and strong hands. ******** Only Hephaestion stayed whilst Alexander continued to look closely through the pile of maps and at length he looked up at his friend. "Why do they trust me Hephaestion?" he asked with a troubled look in his eyes. "How could they not?" replied Hephaestion with a slight shrug of his shoulders. "We all know you do not take decisions lightly, we also know you are divinely inspired... The light of Ammon shines in you Alexander, and until that dims, we will all always follow you... to the ends of the earth if needs be." Alexander looked down at the maps once again, both hands clasping the sides of the table. He took in a deep breath and when he looked up at Hephaestion once more, a look of deep certainty and power emanated from his cerulean blue eyes. Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 03 [Thank you so much for your votes and e-mails -- I hope you enjoy this next instalment. It is slightly different to what I have written so far... Please remember to vote at the end, and I always welcome feedback!] * The men were roused and ready for the comparatively short march south to Babylon. It was certainly shorter than the vast distance they had travelled from their homes in Macedonia across the dark Aegean Sea to Asia and the Persian Empire. The going was always easier when a tantalising city holding an almost mythical place of beauty and sensuality in their minds awaited their arrival. Each soldier had just one thought in mind during the march under the sweltering heat of the hot Eastern sun: luxury. This luxury meant as many men or women as they desired, as much treasure as they could carry and long, cool baths to wash away their exhaustion and memories of the arduous battles they had fought, losing blood and friends along the way. Alexander rode alongside his men atop his pride and joy, Bucephalus. This horse he was proud to have broken in after his father's men had failed to tame it. It was huge and black and towered over not only the soldiers but also the horses of his generals who rode with him. He looked carefree as he rode, his blonde hair freed from the leather thong he often used to tie it back with, particularly when he was wearing his plumed helmet. Alexander always cherished these moments after a successful battle, knowing there would be time for them all to enjoy life, which battle showed was so easily lost, and each other's company. He valued each and every one of the soldiers who trusted him as they trusted their own fathers and believed he would take them to the immortal planes of history and paradise. *** At length, the army reached the banks of the river Euphrates. After their initial wonder at its size and the speed at which it travelled to the Persian Gulf, they broke ranks and leapt into the water's edge. They laughed and pushed each other under the clear blue waters, revelling in the freshness of the cool, rippling waves. Just beyond the river was the city of Babylon and ... Barsine. Alexander had pondered her presence there. He hadn't seen her for months, not since he had killed her husband, Memnon, in hand to hand combat. He had seen her cradle his enemy's head in her arms, her tears and long, brown tousled hair covering Memnon whilst blood bubbled at the corner of his mouth until his body shuddered and finally lay dead in her lap. Alexander had turned away from the sight but turned round once more when he heard Barsine speak. "I curse you Alexander! I curse you and all your line! You will all die as my husband died," she spat at him, hate filling her beautiful brown eyes which ran with unending tears, testament to her grief which was overflowing her heart. Alexander sighed inwardly as he walked smiling and waving through the monumental gates to the adulation of thousands. He knew Barsine would be in Babylon, though he tried not to think of the curses which she had rained down upon him and his future sons. He knew he would have to face her... he knew he would have to have her...and he knew it would destroy Hephaestion. *** Having left his soldiers and generals who were raucously enjoying their men, women and copiously flowing wine in the palatial barracks, he turned to face Hephaestion who had followed him out of the doorway still carrying a jewelled goblet of the richly aromatic Persian wine in his large, strong hand. Placing a hand on Hephaestion's shoulder, Alexander looked deep into his lover's playful eyes and said quietly, "Please my love, please give me a few moments to myself... so much has happened, I need to think." The smile slowly faded from Hephaestion's face and he looked intently at Alexander who did his level best not to look away, but after a few moments his blue eyes left Hephaestion's and focused on the richly veined marble floor yet they saw nothing. Hephaestion shook his head and shook off Alexander's hand, then turned and walked back into the room full of revellers. Alexander raised his anxious eyes from the floor and watched Hephaestion's tense back as he returned slowly to the barracks. He knew he had hurt him deeply. He wondered if their friendship would ever be the same again. He shook his head in an attempt to clear these dark thoughts from his mind and turned to walk through the torch-lit hallways to get to the harem. *** As Hephaestion re-entered the revelry, he took a deep draught of his strongly spiced wine and a smile once again graced his beautiful face. This smile wasn't the warm loving and carefree one he had worn as Alexander had entered the room, but a hard, dark almost cruel smile. He was well aware what Alexander intended to do to Barsine. He knew him as well, if not better, than he knew his own heart and soul. He took another deep drink of the wine needing it to blot out these thoughts from his mind before holding out the empty goblet to be refilled by a rather innocent looking boy who couldn't have been much older than twenty years old. This innocent look belied the experience Hephaestion knew he would have, having been trained in giving pleasure to his masters. Hephaestion smiled a hard smile at him before throwing the contents of the goblet down his muscular throat and reaching out, he pulled the boy and his large brass jug towards him. He needed to be drunk, very drunk. He also needed to forget and this delightful slave with his gently muscled torso which peeked out from the one-shouldered, finely woven tunic would certainly help a little. He pushed him to his knees between his thighs and the boy knew what he wanted. He tentatively ran his fingers across Hephaestion's taut and heavily muscled chest which was revealed by his opened tunic and began to press butterfly soft kisses across his pectorals, pausing to pay homage to the tight dusky pink buds of his nipples. Laving them with his tongue and sucking them before nipping them with his teeth. At this Hephaestion groaned. He needed some soft agony in his love-making tonight. The slave acknowledged that he knew this man needed and began to pull and squeeze the growing length peeking out from under the pure white tunic, edged in saffron-coloured embroidery. Hephaestion pushed the boy's head down to his heavily veined cock, watching his teeth nip at his foreskin before sucking the angry red head into his moist mouth. He pinched the heavy sacs at its base and then smacked them repeatedly before Hephaestion's cock jumped in his mouth. It was all he could do to stop cumming in the boy's mouth. He threw the goblet to the floor and hauled the boy to his lap, his arm muscles straining only a little at the effort. He pulled at the boys clothing, minimal as it was, frantically tearing it off his lithe body as the sexual slave positioned Hephaestion's cock at his entrance which was readily oiled for the pounding he knew he was going to get. Hephaestion simultaneously pushed him down onto his thickly swollen length and thrust his cock upwards into his dark, tight channel. He cried out at the bliss of having him. He roughly and repeatedly rammed his cock up his silky smooth and perfectly lubricated ass, the slave holding onto Hephaestion's strong shoulders, sucking and licking his neck and ear lobe until at last Hephaestion shuddered and began to spurt ropes of his thick, pearlescent cum deep into his bowels. Hephaestion closed his eyes as the sweat ran down the ridge at the centre of his chest. The slave lay still in his arms for a few moments, before gently lifting his beautifully toned ass up from Hephaestion's lap, the cock which had been so rigid only moments before, fell out of his ass with a slight pop as it passed through his tight ring. He found a soft towel and began to wipe Hephaestion's body down before feeding succulent meats from a tray brought to them by another of the many slaves serving Alexander's men. Hephaestion had found some refuge from the hellish thoughts of Alexander in another's arms, however briefly. *** Barsine was laughing with her sisters who were all reclining around a central fountain on feather-filled pillows of brightly coloured silks, echoing the soft fabric which was sewn to fall in enticing drapes over their soft yet firm curves. The room was lit by a myriad of tall, tapering candles scented with patchouli and sandalwood, which were reflected by the crystal fountain and the small colourful mirrors embedded in the darkly polished wooden walls. Barsine raised her long, slender arms, the golden bracelets delicately jingling, as she tried to illustrate the story she was telling them about the eunuch who had tried to walk as a man by filling the front of his loincloth with grapes. They all began to laugh anew, their delightful voices travelling through the marble corridors to envelop Alexander. He stopped and listened, trying to make out Barsine's throaty voice from the others, after a few moments he heard it clearly. His breath caught in his chest and his heart almost stopped beating. It was her. After so many long years he once again heard her beautiful, unique tones. He quickened his pace to get to her. A eunuch stepped in front of him as he neared the entrance to the room he had heard her voice emanating from. Raising one beautifully arched eyebrow and folding his arms across his large, round belly, Bagoas pursed his lips, looked Alexander up and down appreciatively, and asked, "So, my beautiful man, what do you want here, eh?" Alexander was taken aback by his attitude and words, no one had ever had the audacity to speak to him like that. "Do you know who I am?" he asked incredulously. "Of course. Who else would wander through the harem looking like a Macedonian god?" he retorted, smiling suggestively at him. Alexander had to suppress a laugh at the cheek of the man, well, part man he reasoned, pretending to cough into his fist, but fooling neither of them. He had heard about these Persian eunuchs. They didn't even do obeisance to the Persian King of Kings but rather taunted and teased them. Their sharp wit and sharply observant humour was appreciated by the royal court and only once had one been put to death for relentlessly needling the founder of the Achaemenid dynasty, Achaemenes, who was not known for his kind nature, about a rather touchy subject -- namely being a man in body but almost as incapacitated as a eunuch. Alexander reached into the small leather pouch which hung from his heavily embroidered belt and handed him a large silver medallion with his own profile impressed at its centre. The eunuch peered at it and then looked questioningly at Alexander. "What would you have me do with this? Use it as a mirror to gaze upon my beauty?" Alexander laughed softly and replied, "No, although that would be interesting. I would have you give this to your mistress Barsine." The eunuch stiffened. "Please," urged Alexander. "Do this and I will have you entertained by my very own masseuse." "Entertained...? Ah! I catch your meaning," chuckled the eunuch who smiled broadly and whose eyes twinkled. He may have enjoyed all the pleasures that could be had in Babylon, but he had never yet experienced the intense bliss that could be drawn out by the thick, strong fingers of a Macedonian masseuse. He turned his back on Alexander and, pushing aside the gauzy drapes that fell across the archway leading to the fountain room where Barsine and her harem sisters were enjoying themselves, approached Barsine. He touched her shoulder gently and when she turned, smiling, to face him, he discreetly showed her the medallion which Alexander had given for this purpose. Alexander watched all of this as he stood at the very centre of the archway, barely concealed only by the gauze. Barsine took the medallion slowly and a shocked expression covered her fine features. She swallowed. Almost immediately her wide eyes flew to the entrance, where they landed on the static figure of Alexander. They narrowed and the eunuch and all the women discreetly rose and quickly exited the room. When the last woman had left, she shrieked and violently threw the medallion at Alexander, who was pushing the gauzy curtains to one side and walking into the room, as she rose to face him. "You!" she spat at him. "You dare show your face to me?" Alexander had entered the room and continued to approach her fiery person, a neutral expression on his face. Her dark skin glowed in the candlelight making her look like a sultry goddess. The silks she was wearing were so fine that they were almost transparent and Alexander was sure he saw her nipples pressing against the folds of her dress. He felt his balls tighten and his manhood begin to swell under his tunic. Barsine refused to back away. She stood her ground and glared at him. "What do you want with me? What more harm can you do? My husband is dead -- at your hands! -- and my children..." a sob caught in her slender throat and she pressed her hand against her chest as if it ached, "...my children are gone. Not until I die will I see my loved ones again. How can you face me?" Alexander stood only inches from her body which was gently shaking with a depth of emotion that only came from tragedy and love. He looked into her deep, dark brown eyes which were welling with tears. One crystal clear drop fell from the corner of her eye and traced a line down her beautiful high cheekbone as she dropped her head. Alexander reached towards her face and began to brush away her tear with his thumb. Barsine snapped out of her grief-stricken reverie and stepped away from him. "Barsine," Alexander said softly, "you know I want you. You know I have always wanted you. Your husband taunted me at every turn, calling your name to me and knowing I would do anything to have you. He sold himself for Darius' gold... he sold himself into Persian service. I could not allow that to go unchallenged. No Greek, no Macedonian could ever allow that. Surely you must realise this?" Barsine shook her head. "Alexander, I am a Persian! How can you say these things to me? I have lost all those I love! All of them! And all at your hands!" "All?" Alexander looked at the floor and only spoke after a few long moments. "I had nothing to do with the death of your children, Barsine. That I would never do." "I was told..." "You were told a lie!" Alexander's eyes snapped back up at hers, they blazed with rage. "How could you believe me to be capable of that, Barsine?" His large, strong hands took her by the shoulders and shook her violently. It was Barsine's turn to look away, her tears now falling readily. She tugged herself out of his clasp and slumped to the floor, back to the wall and hugged her knees, sobbing. She knew in her heart that he could not have killed her two beautiful children. They were only toddlers when they were butchered in cold blood. She had seen their blood-stained bodies when she returned from the battlefield with the body of her husband. She had thought she would lose her mind, so stricken with grief she was. Alexander approached her and knelt by her. He ran his fingers through her long black curly locks of hair and kissed the top of her head, pulling her into his embrace and holding her as she sobbed into his chest. He had loved this woman since he had first seen her as a young boy of eleven. She had been travelling with her father, a high-ranking Persian ambassador related to the King himself, when they entered Macedon with their retinue. Their fathers, though on opposing sides, had enjoyed each other's company, sharing the same interests and concerns. Alexander and Barsine had been allowed to play in each other's company, sometimes under the supervision of his teacher, Aristotle, who noted the complementary nature of their personalities and who sighed to himself knowing that theirs was a love that could never grow and form the natural union of marriage. Instead it would be full of passion, torment and violence that may weather bleak storms, but would never die and leave one another in peace to find a restful soulful love with another. Alexander remembered their time as youths and pulled her closer into his arms, closing his eyes. He thought back to their second meeting in Sardis when they were older. Then they had shared their bodies with one another, amazed at the depth of emotion and bliss they had found in each others arms. Barsine had lost her virginity to Alexander, and this had been the only time Alexander had slept with a woman. They had known that this was as much as they could offer to one another, that Barsine had been promised to Memnon, a powerful Greek general, in order to cement an alliance between Persia and Greece. She had wept for weeks after her union with Alexander, doubting she would ever find love again. But she had found a gentleness with Memnon. He was as patient and loving with her in private as he was hard and brutal in battle. Memnon had known she would always carry Alexander deep in her soul, but still he loved her and cherished her. Their union had produced two beautiful children that they placed at the centre of their world, until it had been shattered. Barsine had blamed Alexander for so long, but in her heart, she knew that it could not have been his fault. There were always powerful currents around Alexander that affected all who knew him, but she knew he was a good, though tormented, man. Barsine's tears eventually stopped falling and she stilled, comfortable, in the warm circle he had created around her and, wiping her eyes, looked up at him. He opened his eyes at her movement and their eyes met. He looked into her face and his gaze lingered on her full, pink and brown lips. She unconsciously moistened them with her tongue and he groaned against her, finally pressing his mouth against hers. His tongue teased the seam between her lips and as she tentatively opened her mouth he pushed his tongue in to taste her. He found her as beautifully fresh and gently spiced as he had remembered. Their tongues entwined as the kiss grew deeper and fired the lust that had always smouldered between the two of them. Barsine's hand moved up to caress his cheek and gradually up to his soft blonde hair which she wound around her long, slim fingers, losing herself in his arms and his kisses. Alexander hardened and pulled her onto his lap, his hands kneading her curvaceous ass, where she ground herself against him. He gasped and, pulling away from her mouth, he threw his head back, the muscles in his neck straining. She kissed and nuzzled his neck, moving down to his collarbone before pulling away from him and looking up at him as she began to open the top of her silk dress. Alexander looked down at her, awestruck, as she freed her full, round breasts from the confines of her clothing. Her skin was the colour of warm, golden sand and her pert breasts were tipped with dusky nipples. She had filled out and become a woman since he had last taken her. With such sultry beauty before him, he could wait no longer. Alexander frantically pulled her dress from her body, ripping part of the fine fabric but caring little about it, before pulling his own pure white linen tunic over his head and throwing it to one side. He picked Barsine up and carried her over to a large pile of huge silk cushions, laying her gently down among them. She gazed up at him, his long, slightly wavy, blonde hair falling forward, his rippling muscles taut under skin that glowed bronze under the candlelight above and around them, and she pulled him down to her. Alexander looked into her eyes before kissing his way down her wonderfully soft and curvy body, cupping her full breasts with his warm hands and taking a dark nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently on it before moving further down on his journey to her molten core. Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 03 His mouth felt like butterfly kisses to her as he pressed his lips against her gently rounded stomach and she moaned as he pushed her thighs apart with his hands and kissed her intimate lips. She was so wet for him. He held her open to his gaze before he licked her from her tiny puckered passage to the little pearl just below her mound. Barsine shivered as he began to gently nip her inner lips and suck her clitoris, unable to lay still under his ministrations. As he slipped a single finger into her tight, wet cunt, Alexander began to rub the mound of soft ridges he found inside her channel. Barsine began to buck against him, crying out her pleasure as she came hard on his fingers. Alexander gave her a final lick and sucked her juices off his fingers as he moved over her body and, using his hand, rubbed the large head of his cock along her wet slit before pressing it into her still rippling cunt. Oh gods, how he needed this release with her. She opened her eyes which were darkened and glazed from the pleasure he had brought to her, the first time in so long. Alexander saw the pain and deep emotion in her gaze as well as her vulnerability being in his arms once more. He knew she had completely opened up to him, and he pushed his thickly veined cock into her exquisite tightness, forcing her walls apart to allow his entry. She gasped at invasion of his huge manhood which stretched her almost unbearably. He breathed deeply above her, waiting for her inner muscles to relax, before beginning to thrust, slowly at first, into her unimaginably tight and wet core. This movement drew a hiss of pleasure from Barsine who tilted her hips up to allow him deeper entry into her and clutched at his shoulders, her nails raking his skin as he pounded strongly into her. He found her mouth and enveloped her in a torrid kiss, lost in the utter bliss he found in her body. Their breaths shortened and Barsine frantically moved her hips with his as he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts until finally he felt her stiffen beneath him before her innermost muscles rippled around his length. As she reached oblivion, Alexander let himself go and forced his cock as deep into her as he possibly could and released load after load of creamy cum deep into her waiting cunt. Alexander fell into her arms, gasping for breath before rolling onto his back and pulling her with him so that she lay enfolded in his arms above him. Barsine's long, black curls fanned across his broad, tanned chest and she kissed him over his heart. Alexander lightly ran his fingers over the gentle, soft curves of her back until he reached round and let his hand rest over her tummy. Barsine looked down at his strong hand, calloused through hours spent wielding his sword and shield in battle or army exercises, which lay possessively over her womb. They both knew she could conceive this evening, and as their breaths began to grow more steady after the heady passion they had just shared, they both knew she had cursed the offspring that would result from their passion. Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 04 [Hey, here is the next installment of Alexander and Hephaestion's bliss... I always love to hear from you and any suggestions you may have to keep this story going! Your messages keep this writer writing!] Alexander extricated himself from Barsine's arms as soon as he knew she was asleep. Guilt stemming from bedding her was already beginning to overwhelm him. Although he had always been drawn to Barsine since he first set eyes upon her as an impressionable youth, his life was inextricably linked with that of his true love, his Hephaestion. He knew his coupling with Barsine would have tormented Hephaestion and that there would be a price to pay if he wanted to join him in his bed once more. Beyond this, he knew instinctively that his seed had joined with that of the sleeping woman, and if the child was a boy there would be those in Babylon and elsewhere in his kingdom who would use any means necessary to use him as a pawn in the continual battle against the military and personal might of Alexander. Would he be able to kill his own son if it came to it? Alexander shook his head and sent a prayer to his celestial father, the almighty Zeus, for a daughter. A beautiful daughter just like her mother. Pulling on his tunic and brushing back his golden locks, he took a last, lingering look over Barsine's sleeping form. Her dusky breasts gently rising and falling with her deep, slumbering breaths, her long-lashed lids resting against her high cheeks and her beautiful, curvaceous body lying against the silken cushions which had borne the brunt of their urgent love-making. He left. He was never to see her again. **** Hephaestion awoke with a dull-ache in his temples. Oh Gods, all that wine… he groaned as he remembered the previous evening and his bleary eyes suddenly opened wide letting in the rays of the rising sun as he remembered all that had unfolded… he closed them once again and rubbed them hard. By Apollo, it had been a long evening… and a tiring one at that. That slave-boy certainly knew how to entertain, and by the gods, he had kept him entertained for hours. He gave a wry grin as he remembered the soft buttocks he had grasped and that tight ass clamped around his long, hard cock… He lay back and stretched his beautifully bronzed and muscular body on the hard bed he found himself lying on, squinting up through the small window high in the rough stone wall, watching the rays of the sun gradually begin to fall across his naked skin. He idly rubbed his chest and wondered if he ought to call a slave for some sherbet to slake his thirst when the slave from the previous night quietly entered the small room with his eyes dropped demurely to the floor. "May I bring you anything my lord?" he asked in his musical voice. Hephaestion smiled and thought he could get used to living in Babylon. *** Within the main palace complex, Alexander aimlessly wandered through the cool, white marble corridors encountering no one at this strange time between night and day before eventually finding himself in front of a beautifully carved door of exotic teak wood inlaid in ivory and mother of pearl. Alexander ran his hands over its smooth, glossy surface wondering at both the workmanship and the use of such extraordinarily rare commodities in the form of a simple door. The Babylonian king may have lost to him in battle, but he had clearly known how to live. He thought that there must be something of special value behind such a door. He put his ear to the door, listening closely for any sounds that might echo from beyond it. Yet, he could hear nothing. His curiosity aroused, he pushed the door and when it didn't budge, he put his muscle-bound shoulder to it and shoved. The door gave with a loud groan and, as Alexander quickly looked over his shoulder to check if the noise had alerted anyone, slowly edged into the room. The highly trained senses he had been taught to develop since his childhood were as alert as if he were tracking a mortal enemy in a silent forest. He inched his way through the doorway into what he found to be a darkened room. He closed his brilliant blue eyes for a moment and then opened them, allowing them to adjust to the darkness within. He wasn't entirely sure what he had been expecting, a storage room of the kings treasures perhaps, or even a tunnel leading out of the palace complex, and he raised one of his arched eyebrows in surprise at what he saw before him. At the far end of what seemed to be a huge room, was a high throne the colour of bronze which glinted in the narrow strip of golden light which caught it from the door Alexander had opened. He ventured further in and pulled the door partially closed behind him. There were couches covered in purple silk lining the edges of the rectangular room, glistening mosaics on the floor which could be glimpsed in those places where thick jewel-toned rugs didn't cover them and yet, despite these displays of ostentatious luxury, Alexander's eyes were drawn to that throne which he slowly approached. It was magnificent. There was no other word to describe it. As he ran his hands over the cushioned seat of deep indigo silk and onto the sturdy solid gold armrests studded with pearls, rubies and sapphires among other sparkling gems and onto the back which was shaped like the fan of a peacocks tail and studded with precious stones to emulate the plumage of this glorious bird. The cost of this throne alone would pay his armies for a generation. He was awestruck and moved to sit upon it. **** As Alexander wandered through the palace and found the throne room to rival anything that had yet been seen in any empire of the world in riches or workmanship, Hephaestion held the slave boy on his lap whilst he was fed soft, ripe apricots. He enjoyed groping and fondling his lithe body and running his tongue over the small budlike nipples before sucking and teasing them with gentle nips. This really was the life. He thought back to those wonderful youthful times spent getting to know Alexander, falling in love with him and learning to explore their lust with one another and exhausting their desires time and time again. As the older of the two in their relationship, he had initiated the physical aspect of their love, being the first to penetrate Alexander's hard buttocks into his taut, puckered anus which he had been first to take for his pleasure. The hard physical exercise had begun early in life for Alexander and his Companions of whom Hephaestion was one. They were raised to fight together and support Alexander fiercely throughout his life although also to temper his judgements and rein him in when he got above himself. Hephaestion was the first to be handed the thin strip of leather by their tutor Aristotle when Alexander had wilfully disobeyed him on one occasion too many. Aristotle had ordered Alexander to stand by the whipping post and Hephaestion to whip him until Alexander acknowledged that to put himself above the gods was sheer hubris, whatever the parentage his mother Olympia ascribed to him. Hephaestion had run his hand down Alexander's back, whispering in his ear for forgiveness which Alexander refused to answer, before beginning a whipping that was to last one hundred strokes. Hephaestion had wept for Alexander's agony which lasted for days, but after which Alexander had kissed him in forgiveness for the pain he knew he endured for his own boyishly outspoken folly. Hephaestion remembered this kiss as one of the most tender they had shared. It was in this reminiscence that he knew he had to go and find Alexander. He was deeply hurt that Alexander would share himself with another but had always been aware of the attraction Barsine held for Alexander. He also knew it was Alexander's duty to plant his seed in another, especially in light of the future hunt for Darius that would take them far out of the civilised world that they knew of and, gods forbid, might not come back from. Sons were, after all, the only true legacy a man left behind. Hephaestion gave a wry smile at the thought of another young Alexander dashing about with a head of blonde curls and earnest yet mischievous sky-blue eyes. He took one more plump and juicy purple grape into his mouth from the slender fingers of the slave before kissing him firmly on his soft rosebud lips and releasing him onto his feet. The slave boy noted Hephaestion's eyes linger on the gauzy loincloth he was wearing and quickly removed it, tying it around Hephaestion's own hips. Hephaestion smiled at him in thanks as the boy walked from his room nude. ***** Hephaestion left his room and wandered aimlessly, it seemed, through the palace complex. He stopped at a marble balcony that overlooked what he thought must have been the hanging gardens he had heard of from bards that sang of its mysterious trees and exotic flowers. He had always assumed it must have been either simply a story invented to fascinate men and women but had never in his wildest dreams thought it might be even more magnificent than the descriptions given over midnight recitations as the feasting in the Macedonian palace came to an end. He heard a rustle behind him and saw a slave woman walk past the balcony entrance. He put out a hand to her and she came to stand before him immediately, eyes trained at his feet. "Have you seen the King? Do you know where he is at this hour?" "Master, he is in the ancient throne room by the harem. Does my master wish for me to take him there?" she asked in a soft, melodic voice. The ancient throne room…? Were there more fantasies to come true in the space of a few moments… Hephaestion wondered before quickly replying, "Yes, yes by all means take me to him." He thought for a moment before adding, "But bring me some sherbet and fresh fruit first." She nodded and quickly left his presence, returning only a short while later with a platter holding a goblet of sherbet and some freshly cut fruit covered with a white linen cloth ready to escort him to Alexander. He followed the slave whose little ankle bells tinkled gently with every step she took. She led him to the inlaid door which had fascinated Alexander only a few hours earlier. He watched her walk away and turn the corner before slowly pushing the door open. There was the soft glow of pink and gold early morning light which lay over the myriad of treasures which lay in this room that Alexander had glimpsed only a minute fraction of when he entered during the dark night. Hephaestion could not help but gasp at the gem-studded walls, the huge shields and armour fashioned from solid gold and when his wide eyes caught sight of the huge gold tree with silver leaves, hanging with fruit made from fist sized gemstones he had to shake his head to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He feasted his green eyes on the tree for what felt like hours before they wandered over the rest of the room and eventually they alighted on the sleeping form of Alexander reposing on the peacock throne. With a wry smile Hephaestion made his way over to his lover inwardly laughing at the fact that Alexander would just happen to stumble across one of the most wondrous rooms in the world and choose the almost mythical peacock throne to fall asleep on. He climbed the mosaic steps that led to the throne before simply gazing at Alexander's beautiful form glowing in the morning light and then gently running his strong fingers across his cheek. Alexander awoke with a start, his body tense and ready to spring into action, his hand groping for his sword, before his bright blue eyes found Hephaestion's green jewel-like ones and he relaxed, but only a little. "I'm sorry Hephaestion…" he started to say before Hephaestion's fingers moved to his mouth and he pressed his lover's deep, full red lips closed and shook his head. "It won't do you know Alexander," he replied softly. "It will take more than a simple apology… I will need more than that from you." Alexander's eyes widened at his words and he swallowed before slowly saying, "I…" and his voice trailed off. Hephaestion smiled wickedly at him as he leaned down, pinning Alexander back on the throne with his large muscle-bound body and began to kiss his soft lips brutally, nipping at his full mouth and gripping him in place with his right hand splayed across the back of his head, fingers tangled in his honey blond locks of wavy hair. Alexander began to push against Hephaestion, trying to free himself from the punishing hold Hephaestion had him in. He wasn't used to being treated in this dominant way any more, certainly not since their younger days had Hephaestion used his considerable bulk to bend Alexander to his will. Hephaestion tensed and flexed his muscles to keep Alexander in his place beneath him and to show him who would control this particular bout of love-making. Alexander began to kiss Hephaestion back in an equally punishing way, as Hephaestion sucked his tongue into his mouth and nipped at it warningly as Alexander sank his fingers into Hephaestion's thighs, trying but failing to push him away once more. Hephaestion ran his left hand down Alexander's throat, past his pronounced collarbone and onto his muscular chest, letting his fingers slowly stroke around the skin of his tautening nipple before pinching it hard. Alexander opened his eyes wide and Hephaestion caught Alexander's gasp with his mouth and pressed his body onto his as Alexander began to buck against him again, using his arms to try and force this bronzed and extremely hard bodied man off him. As Hephaestion's hand pinched his now hard nipple a final time before moving further down to his thickly veined, hardening cock, and grasping his balls tightly, Alexander tried to bring his knee up to his abdomen and wind Hephaestion into some sort of submission. Hephaestion lifted his mouth from his and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at him growling, "Do you really think that will work against me Alexander? We both know who is the stronger of the two of us… and we both know I will have you this day. I plan to take you hard again and again and until you whimper and beg me to allow you your pleasure." Alexander snarled up at him, "Don't you dare speak to me like that Hephaestion! Do you forget who I am? I am your overlord! I hold the right of life and death over you!" Hephaestion laughed at his words and his frantic attempt to free himself from under Hephaestion's weight as Hephaestion stroked his cock and whispered harshly into his ear, "My words and actions clearly have a pleasurable effect on you… liege… perhaps I ought to continue despite what your pouting lips says?" Alexander glared at him, swearing retribution but Hephaestion squeezed his balls and began to suck on his strongly corded neck, as he finally brought his body to lie on Alexander's and slowly ground his hips into his. They both moaned out loud at this contact, their nipples rubbing as they writhed their golden bodies, swathed in a sheen of beads of sweat showing their intense arousal, against one another. Their muscles began to tense as they held one another close, their cocks as hard as they had ever been, trapped between them and rejoicing in the mercifully tight friction. They grasped one another by their muscular arms and Hephaestion ran his battle calloused hands down under Alexander's straining buttocks to pull him even closer to his body which was strumming with his arousal. Straining to hold himself back, Hephaestion grasped Alexander's hips and held him still, gasping against his neck and reining in control to prevent himself spilling like an untried boy on his lover's abdomen. He pulled his body away from Alexander's for a moment which Alexander instantly took advantage of and pushed Hephaestion entirely off himself and moved to hold him against the throne. Hephaestion swore under his breath and toppled Alexander onto the richly mosaiced using his legs and quickly grabbed his hands, using them to hold his arms over his head as Alexander lay on the floor beneath him once more. Both of them panting at this exertion. "Damn you Hephaestion!" he yelled from under him and the words reverberated around the chamber. Hephaestion gave a tight, wry smile before grappling with Alexander trying to lean him forward onto the silk seat of the throne. Alexander being Alexander would never give in to him without an almighty fight and he put up a struggle using all the cunning he had learnt from years of wrestling. They pushed and pulled at one another, grabbing and squeezing in an attempt to bend the other to his own will and overpower him. Hephaestion lacked nothing in the sheer skill of a warrior and used his larger and more muscular build to pummel Alexander into submission. He grasped him by the neck and an arm and finally threw him bodily over the throne, panting with one final effort as Alexander gave an agonized shout knowing he had lost. Hephaestion pressed his body fully against Alexander's which was kneeling in front of the throne, his upper body pressed firmly into the indigo silk stained with droplets of sweat which were running off his forehead. Hephaestion had spread Alexander's thighs to kneel between them and he held each of his wrists tightly over the arms of the throne as they each drew in lungfuls of desperately needed air. This time he would not make an amateur's mistake of loosening his physical presence on Alexander. "Don't you dare move Alexander or I will pound you senseless this time!" Hephaestion growled roughly into his ear and as Alexander gave a sharp nod, Hephaestion released his wrists and instead held him down by the neck with his left hand while he ran his right hand down the length of Alexander's back to his buttocks and began to squeeze at the muscular globes. He felt himself stiffening further as he spread the smooth cheeks before him and saw the tight pucker of his anus. He swallowed hard knowing the pleasure that was to come from this body was like no other. The rivulets of sweat running down his back and the oozing droplets of precum at the end of his thick, hard cock ensured there was no need for any scented oils. He laughed inwardly at the thought of luxurious oils during the powerful fuck that was to come. Alexander's body stiffened and stilled at the feel of Hephaestion's cock pressing against his most intimate entrance, the ring of which remained tight and unyielding. "Do you want to feel pain, Alexander?" Hephaestion spoke softly to him, bringing his lips to the side of his head. Alexander made no movement, but Hephaestion began to force the thick, plush head of his cock more and more firmly against Alexander's ass before it suddenly gave and he was able to push the head in. "That's more like it," whispered Hephaestion, knowing his lover was beginning to crack, needing the release from the pounding which Hephaestion would give him. He watched as he saw the rare and enticingly erotic sight of the length of his manhood slowly work itself to and fro further and further into Alexander whose breaths were becoming short and ragged. Hephaestion finally gave a final push and succeeded in forcing the walls of Alexander's ring as wide as it had ever been as the base of his two inch thick cock speared him. They sighed with pleasure at one and the same moment and Hephaestion began to work himself in and out of him, slowly at first and gradually working up to a hard and heavy pounding of Alexander's ass. Alexander began to circle his hips against Hephaestion groaning with barely suppressed pleasure at what he was doing to him. Hephaestion grabbed Alexander's hips, stilling them before him, and forced his way further and further into him, his teeth were clenched and his eyes tightly shut with the ecstasy running through his body. He suddenly pulled Alexander up against his chest, turning his face with his fingers so he could access that sultry mouth more easily. That kiss sealed their union. Alexander & Hephaestion Ch. 04 Alexander brought his arms up over his head and wrapped them around Hephaestion's neck pulling him more firmly against the heat of his body. Hephaestion acknowledged this acceptance of what he was doing and whilst holding one arm across Alexander's taut and gleaming chest, he began to work his other hand along the length of his cock. Drawing more groans from Alexander's mouth and a sudden gasp as he began to fondle and squeeze his balls. His hips were now pistoning into Alexander whose ass was being worn ragged by the harsh nature of Hephaestion's love. "Hephaestion… please… oh gods…" Alexander was incoherent as his body began to shake and reach oblivion. Hephaestion's thrusts became shorter and more powerful as he held Alexander even more closely to him and his cock swelled as he finally forced himself into Alexander one last time and held himself in tightly as he gave out an almighty bellow and released his load deep into his bowels. Alexander felt Hephaestion's cock twitch inside him and fill him with ropes of creamy cum. It was the final signal he needed before he arched his back against Hephaestion, every tendon and muscle straining against his skin, and bucked against his hand, exploded across the indigo silk. His cum glowed pearlescent in the golden pink light and rivalled the shimmer of the gems embedded in the throne. He sagged against Hephaestion, head dropping forward, who pulled him in close to his body and held him firmly, pressing a tender kiss against Alexander's exposed neck.