secret thoughts

Chap. 6

Alexander paced around Hephaistion’s room in a fit of barely controlled rage how dare Cleitus touch what’s his. “How dare he,” Alexander yelled slamming his fist in a near by wall.

“Alexander please calm down. Cleitus didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Didn’t mean anything, he’s been making passes at you for months. And what were you doing with him last night," Alexander yells, as he whirled around and grip the general by his shoulders.

“I don’t see how that is any of your business. Besides shouldn’t you be with your ‘wife’ or your Persian slut.”

“So that is what’s going on. Your getting back at me for marrying Roxane and sleeping with Bagoas, by going and bedding Cleitus.”

“I haven’t bedded Cleitus. I made you a promise and I intend on keeping it.”

“Why should I believe you hun Hephaistion,” Alexander yells throughing his stunned friend on the near by bed. "Why should I believe you. When you have done nothing to prove to me sencerity."

"What would you like me to do," yelled Hephaistion, "lay back and let you fuck me just to prove I haven't been with Cleitus. No I won't." Hephaistion says trying to sit up, only to have Alexander push him back down ruffly and stratle his waist. "Alexander let me up."

"No, I like you on your back," Alexander says rubbing his hands up Hephaistion's thighs.

"Stop it Alexander, I won't play whore for you." Hephaistion says struggling with the bigger man. "Alexander no," he cries out when the king rubbs his hands over Hephaistion dick.

Cleitus had just stepped out of the bath when Hephaistion walked in, the younger man stood in the door way hidden by the shadow. “I see Alexander let you of your leach.”

“What’s that suppose to mean.”

“It means how do you put up with him. He just called you his property...”

“He didn’t mean it like that he just...”

“Sees you as his possession,” Cleitus states.

“That’s not true,” Hephaistion states, deep down knowing it's true. If what happened a few hours ago is any proof, “he’s just possessive, and over protective he loves me.” Hephaistion says walking starting to leave.

“Hephaistion.”

“I just came to say I was sorry about what Alexander did early, and to warn you to stay away from me. Alexander will kill you.”

“Do you care?”

“What?”

“Do you care if Alexander kills me or not.”

“That’s not the point.”

“Then what is...”

“I have to go,” Hephaistion says leaving instead of answering the question.

Cleitus watched as Hephaistion and Alexander talked quietly with Ptomely. “So rumor has it you’ve gotten pretty far in your conquest to claim Hephaistion as your own.”

“I’m getting there. Watch.” Cassander watches as a young servant boy hand Hephaistion a package and a letter. Hephaistion looks up at Alexander then opens the gift. It’s a golden necklace with a charm in the shape of Cleitus’s family crest. Cassander and Cleitus watched as Alexander’s face turned red with fury, while Cleitus looked slightly flushed.

“I’ll give you credit that was pretty decent. I mean I’m sure Alexander would never be willing to give Hephaistion his family crest. He barely even touches the guy in public unless he’s to drunk to care.”

It was around dinner time that Cleitus was approached by Alexander. They stood face to face in a empty hallway. “I bet you think that was pretty smart.” Alexander ground out, Cleitus just gave him a lopsided smirk. “Well it wasn’t. He won’t keep it. He loves me, he will always love me. We belong together, the gods...my father Zeus has decreed it so. So nothing you do will ever get him into your bed.”

“You don't sound so sure ‘my king’ could it be your worried.” Cleitus said smiling when he saw Alexander stiffen.

Without warning but highly expected Alexander slammed Cleitus into the wall gripping him but the throat he growled out. “Stay away from him.” With that said he walked away. Cleitus stood there a minute smiling slightly he was diffently getting close. With this thought he walked back toward his room.

Cleitus had just shut his door when there was a soft knock. “It’s open,” he called out. He was surprised when Hephaistion walked in.

He was shuffling his feet and looking hesitant. “I ...I wanted to...to ask if you meant it.”

“Meant what.”
“That you care...”

“Love you... I love Hephaistion... And no I’m not just saying that to get you in bed. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if that’s what it takes.”

“I...” instead of finishing his sentence Hephaistion kisses him. “Please don’t break my heart.”

“Never,” Cleitus says guiding Hephaistion towards his bed. “Never.” As he began undressing the younger man he noticed the bruises on his body. "Hephaistion what happened," he asked mapping the bruises.

"Alexander played a bit ruff last night. But I'm fine Cleitus," he says tracing a bruise him self.

"We don't have to do this. I waited this long a few more days wouldn't hurt."

"No I want to do this, just go slow."

"Alright Hephaistion if your sure I'll go slow. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't hurt me," it was suppose to be a statement but came out more as a question.

"I'll never hurt you," Cleitus said kissing him.