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Nights of Babylon	By : kruemel Category: 1 through F > Alexander Views: 12920 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5 - Broken-hearted beauty

Hephaistion woke to heavy knocks at his door and Cassander's voice calling him.
"Hephaistion? Do you hear me? Please open the door! You didn't show up for breakfast, therefore Alexander is in a pretty bad mood now. He has asked me to get you. Please open!"
Hephaistion sat up with some painful effort and a yawn, causing his sore lips to bleed again. The room, flooded with bright sunlight, looked a mess. The mattress was torn to pieces, the silk sheets were blood staind, straw was scattered around the bed. He was tired, bruised, still naked and, by the sight of the room and his batterd self, very happy he had locked the door last night. The last thing he needed now was Cassander storming in and asking stupid questions.
"Hephaistion?", Cassander sounded unnerved.
"Just a second", Hephaistion answered, his voice husky. He jumped out of bed and regreted the quick movement instantly. A white pain shot through his body and his sight went dark, his legs gave way, not supporting his weight anymore. "Gods", he moaned, resting on the floor for a while, the coolness of the stone feeling good against his bruised skin.
"Hey, what are you doing in there? Is everything alright?" Cassander tried the handle again. "If you don't open, I'll have to inform Alexander. And if he appears here he will break the door open."
"Now, I don't want that to happen!", Hephaistion thought. "Alexander's going to freak out if he sees me like this!"
There were deep blue bruises circling his wrists, bright red scratches shone on the skin of his inner thighs, chest and belly, adding the bites he looked like he had wrestled with a wild tiger - which came pretty close to who he had actually been with. His back was on fire and he could only guess what it looked like, his throat was aching, printed with the blue mark of the demon's fingers.
Hephaistion struggled to get up again, walking was a litterally pain in the ass. So he crawled on all fours to the cedar wardrobe, containing his clothes. He rummaged through it on search for a fitting cloth. "I'm going to need a veil like Darius' women to cover all those bruises", he tought, Cassander's urgent knock telling him to hasten.
"I can't find a robe! Please wait", he told Cassander.
"Gods, Hephaistion, you've got thousands of robes. I won't stand in front of this closed door like a complete idiot any longer, just because you can't figure out what to wear."
"I really do hurry!" Hephaistion grabbed a nightblue robe, matching the colour of his bruised skin, and a long silk scarf, which he wrapped around his neck and lower face. With wobbly legs he stumbled towards the door, uttering little moans of pain with every step he took. When he finally got there, he only opened the door to a crack to block Cassander's sight from the room.
"What are you up to?", Cassander greeted him, looking worried. "You look like you want to lead an expedition to the icy peaks of the Hindukush. It's a scorching heat outside already. You're not ill, are you? Your voice sounds hoarse." The last thing Cassander wished to do was breaking bad news about Hephaistion's health to Alexander.
"I didn't sleep well", Hephaistion muttered, not a lie, he had hardly slept at all. Alexis had stayed with him until the sky had lightened up, soothing the young man's pain with much tenderness. "I need a bath and some rest, and I'll be fine. Please tell Alexander I didn't mean to offend him."
"He wasn't offended. It's more like he was worried about you, because of what has happened yesterday. Those winged beasts were really creepy." Cassander shuddered.
"Not worried enough to come and check himself", Hephaistion remarked sourly. Not that he really wanted Alexander to come here, while he looked and felt more dead than alive. Still he couldn't help feeling neglected. "Is Bagoas still with him?"
Cassander sighed deeply. "Please keep me out of this, Hephaistion. I really don't want to get involved with your relationship. It's hard enough to get on well with Alexander's temper without being stuck between the front-lines."
"I'm sorry", Hephaistion said. Cassander was right. He would have to deal with Alexander and Bagoas himself. "Just tell him I'm fine." He closed the door again before Cassander could reply or ask any more questions, Hephaistion couldn't possibly answer.
He crawled back to the bed, each move painful, his mind racing as he tried to think of a plan how to conceal last night's wicked games. Before he reached his destination the door opend and a young servant stepped in. "Gods!", he exclaimed at the sight of his master, crawling on all fours, and the torn state of the mattress. "What...?"
"Oh, shut up", Hephaistion hissed under his breath. He decided moving wasn't a good idea at all, so he stayed where he was, lying on the floor like a wounded deer. "Clean the mess up and keep your mouth shut about what you have seen. If you don't, I will make you regret it!" The servant nodded obidiently, although Hephaistion didn't sound as intimidating as he had intened to. His voice was a weak husky whisper, his throat aching when he tried to swallow.
"I need a healer", he muttered, adressing the servant. "One who knows to keep a secret." He was longing to take a bath, too, but with all the cuts and scratches he knew it would hurt more than do any good.
"Lord Darius' former personal doctor", the servant suggested. "He isn't capable of speach. Darius' had his tongue ripped out for gossiping about the Lord's maladies."
"Then he should have learnt his lesson. Send for him." The boy bowed low and hurried away. Hephaistion pressed his heated cheek against the cool stone of the floor. Despite all the pain he didn't regret his encounter with the winged predator. He was a bit worried about how much he had enjoyed most of the rough treatment, the pain increasing his excitation. And he wished he wouldn't have to deal with the far less pleasing results now. "I have to tell him to be softer next time", Hephaistion told himself, ignoring the little voice in his head yelling at him that he was completely nuts to even think about a next time.
The demon's beauty was bewitching, his movements graceful and elegant, the sound of his velvety voice full of seduction and lascivity. Hephaistion moaned softly as the memory of last night's wicked games caused a warm sensation to rise in his loins. "Lech", he called himself. "Bruised and broken as you are, you still can't get enough."
The boy servant returned panting and struggling with the weight of the new mattress that slipped his grip twice on his way towards the bed. When he had finished his task and added clean sheets, he helped Hephaistion to get up and lie on the bed. The young warrior didn't even bother to suppress his grunts of pain and instantly collapsed to the bed. He was so tired he couldn't keep his eyes open, his weariness numbing the ache in his body.
Later he was woken by the healer's entrance. The doctor was a thin tall man with a wrinkled face and clever brown eyes. When Hephaistion removed his robe, the old man jumped starteled, a shocked expression washing over his face, that got replaced by honest sympathy. He cleaned the wounds and treated them with a couple of strange smelling cooling ointments. Thankfully none of the cuts was so bad that it needed to be sutured up. Hephaistion sighed in relief, dozing off again to a dreamless sleep.
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The sun was setting in the west when Hephaistion was woken by the light steps of bare feet on the stone floor. The room was dim, shadows lurking in the twilight of each corner. The young warrior felt much better than he had in the morning, his strength renewed after his long rest. The disturbing pain had faded to a permanent dull ache. He looked up to see who the uninvited intruder might be. The shaded figure's silhouette was familiar, every plane and hollow of his beloved body known to Hephaistion's sight and touch. Hephaistion smiled softly, affection plain on his handsome face. His lips still hurt but the dried blood didn't break to bleed again.
"Alexander", he greeted his beloved king and friend. He was as glad to see him as he was for the growing twilight. He struggled to sit up, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders to conceal his miserable shape from his lover's gaze. His long brown hair hid the imprints of the demon's fingers at his throat.
"That little tweeny of yours told me you were asleep and I shouldn't disturb you", Alexander said, referring to the faithful boy servant, who obviously had kept his promise, as Alexander behaved normal. "And Cassander said you didn't sleep well last night. You were so suddenly gone. I didn't even notice you leave the feast." He came closer, taking his seat at the corner of Hephaistion's bed. The brunette shrank away from him into the safety of the shadows. "Please", he thought frantically. "Please, don't touch me!"
"I was tired, that's why I left", he lied, his voice slightly shaking. "The long journey and the battle have exhausted me."
"You should have said goodnight", Alexander complained sulkyly, implying that Hephaistion had done something wrong.
"You were so busy licking at Bagoas' belly, I didn't dare to interrupt", Hephaistion said, jealousy and vulnerability vivid in his husky voice.
"You don't like him", Alexander stated. If he felt guilty he didn't show it. His coolness unnerved Hephaistion. The king had to be the superior, always. Except for the one and only time back in their childhood days when Hephaistion had wrestled him down.
"He steals your attention away from me, of course I don't like him. You are so special to me, you have ever been and you will ever be. Without you I feel like a part of my very self is missing." Hephaistion blinked back the sudden tears that stung in his eyes. He yearned for Alexander to express his emotions for once without demonstrating his dominance at the same time.
Alexander moved closer, his dark eyes fixed on Hephaistion's shaded face. "Bagoas is just a little Persian slut, you are my Patroculos", he soothed sounding so bloody sophisticated that Hephasition could have slapped him. "Why are you so upset?"
"Because the little Persian slut got all of Achilles' attention and love, while Patroculos went to sleep alone."
"He didn't stay alone, though", Hephaistion added in thoughts, guilt teasing him for being mad on Alexander, while he himself had betrayed him, neither able nor willing to withstand the dark beauty's temptation. Hephaistion couldn't excuse his betrayal with his loneliness or the comfort he had sought after the nightmare, as he had lusted for the demon's touch since he had first seen the divine creature and dared to touch the black silky hair, cascading down the incubus' back. Nevertheless his failure was no excuse for Alexander's behaviour. Hephaistion felt pushed around and used like a child's toy.
"I have my needs", Alexander snapped. The subject under discussion made him feel insecure and as a result angry. He hardly ever argued with Hephaistion because Hephaistion hardly ever disagreed with him. And if he did, he usually had the most diplomatic manner to state his opinion.
"So have I."
"Then let me satisfy your needs, my Patroculos. This Achilles is yours." Alexander reached out to wrap Hephaistion in an embrace, but the brunette pulled away, hardly managing to suppress a whimper of pain.
"Needs do not necesarily mean sexual needs, Alexander", Hephaistion whispered hoarsely, annoyed and unhappy that Alexander always tried to soothe him with sex. And at the same time frightend what would happen if Alexander noticed what state he was in. How could he ever explain? "I want to be loved. I want to be cared for."
"But I do love you and I do care for you." Alexander sulked. He hadn't expected Hephaistion to refuse him. Nobody rejected him, especially not Hephaistion. The young warrior belonged to him.
"Do you really? Sometimes I feel like you take me for granted. Has it ever crossed your mind that you might lose me?"
"But I will not lose you. You were meant for me. Nobody else can have you. It's Zeus' will", Alexander said, his smugness and his attempt to grab his lover adding a good portion of oil to the fire.
"Is it?", Hephaistion snapped, dodging the king's approach. His body ached terribly, reminding him of last night's action. "Maybe Zeus has changed his mind", he thought.
Alexander went after him again, Hephaistion retreated to the other end of the bed. As he moved, he couldn't help a little painstricken moan to escape him. Alexander didn't notice, occupied by his fury about Hephaistion's reaction. "Do you question Zeus' intentions?"
"I question your intentions", Hephaistion shot back. "Say, do I fascinate you?", he then added softly, his eyes brigth with anticipation. Just say I do, they begged.
"What kind of question is that?", Alexander asked spoiling the brunette's hopes.
"One that can be answered with yes or no." Hephaistion staid calmly but inwardly he shouted at Alexander. "Stubborn moron", he thought. "Do I aks for too much?"
"You are my Patroculos...", Alexander began, his voice sounding unnerved.
"You're repeating yourself." Hephaistion gave him the cold shoulder. The only thing he wanted was a bit of kindness, a slight hint of how much he cared, and this time he wouldn't be soothed with the usually uttered phrases.
"And you're starting to make me angry." Alexander didn't like the turn of this conversation. With a little more action he could possibly soothe Hephaistion's unusual bitching. He swallowed hard at his anger but managed to keep calm. "Now, come here", he demanded with a seductive purr. "We shouldn't waste our energy on silly arguments, when we can use it on lovemaking." He reached for Hephaistion again.
"No, I'm tired. I need a rest." Hephaistion crawled away, always keeping his distance to Alexander. "Please, leave me alone. Please."
The king however didn't intend to back off. "You can lay back. I will do all the work."
"I-I got a headache", Hephaistion cried out desperatedly, fleeing out of the bed.
He knew Alexander would freak out if he saw Hephaistion's bruised body. He also knew he then couldn't possibly keep his encounter with the Incubus secret anymore. Alexander would roar with fury. And he would for sure do something stupid - like going after Alexis in a frenzy of hate. This would result in somebody getting hurt or even killed, most likely Alexander. And Hephaistion didn't want that to happen. His feelings were hurt, however he still loved Alexander more than the bastard actually deserved. So he did the best he could to keep his secret and protect his beloved, even if it meant that he would drive Alexander farther away from him.
Alexander stopped dead. "You use the bloody headache excuse on me?", he growled. He couldn't believe it.
"I wouldn't have to if you could accept a no as a no!" Even if Hephaistion hadn't been littered with cuts, bruises and bites he would have refused. The way Alexander acted made him want to cry.
"Bagoas wouldn't reject me", Alexander roared, pacing towards the door.
"Bagoas is a catamite. I am an aristocrat. He doesn't have a choice. I do.", Hephaition yelled after him.
The door slammed shut.
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