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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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*smile* Is Serena really that creepy? To me she's the demon version of a party girl and the opposite of Alexis. She isn't interested in anything, that she cannot fuck AND eat, while Alexis is always thoughtful, often worried and totally fascinated by the human race, especially Heph.
If you like Alexander, you may not like this chapter... But hey, the story isn't yet completed...
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Chapter 7 -The lion is defeated by his pride
Hephaistion stood on the balcony, watching down to the inner court, where Alexander put on a show by helping a frightend looking Bagoas to mount Bukephalos. The black stallion tilted his head back, neighing nervously. All colour drained from Bagoas' face when the horse started to frisk. The catamite clung to the horse's neck frantically.
"Throw him of, Bukephalos", Hephaistion thought, biting his lower lip. Alexander's horse was special to him. Nobody rode the king's steed except the king himself. Even Hephaistion hadn't been allowed to ride Bukephalos. And now a mere catamite, a whimpering Persian bitch, a slimy unworthy slut sat on the back of the graceful and proud stallion. The young warrior knew that the purpose of Alexander's doing was to hurt him. And he had to admit that it worked.
When Alexander led Bukephalos around the court, he looked up to Hephaistion, a self-satsfied expression plain on his face. The brunette swallowed hard, tears shading his ocean blue eyes. He turned away from the scene and entered his room. The boy servant was busy with stitching the holes which the incubus had ripped into the mattress during last night's lovemaking. Despite his hurt feelings a small smile formed on Hephaistion's lips when he remembered the guilty boyish grin on Alexis' handsome face.
Hephaistion sent the boy away, then he flung himself into the armchair next to the fireplace and buried his head in his hands, crying. He had never before felt so bad.
Strange that a deadly predator like Alexis treated him with love and care, while the noble Alexander neglected his devotion. Strange that the incubus called him precious and fascinating, while Alexander made him feel like dirt.
Alexander hadn't always been like that. He had changed. His pride had increased with every victory and had reached its peak, when he had been declared a son of Zeus. In addition to his brand new divinity he had gained a good portion of immense arrogance. Hephaistion had ignored Alexander's behaviour. He had endured Alexander's roaring tantrums, his growing selfishness and his various caprices. He had loved him with all the might of his heart.
And now Alexander deliberately hurt him. And he seemed to enjoy to make Hephaistion cry.
However Hephaistion was not willing to please the king. Alexander thought him weak but he wasn't. He was a warrior. He had tamed a dangerous and striking creature like the golden-eyed incubus. And he wouldn't be pushed around by Alexander anymore.
Drying the tears away with the sleeve of his robe Hephaistion straightened up. So Alexander expected him to be down and out? "Well, he will get the shock of his life", the young warrior and recent beast tamer muttered.
Hephaistion got up and stepped out on the balcony again, right in time to see how Bukephalos reared up and sent a screaming Bagoas sailing through the air. Hephaistion laughed gloatingly. "Good boy, Bukephalos!", he applauded. The dear stallion had earned himself a basket full of apples.
Alexander shot him an angry look. To his own surprise Hephaistion managed to smile back cheerfully which visibly increased the king's fury. He walked over to the whimpering catamite and pulled him from the ground. Bagoas wasn't hurt badly, although he sounded like he was deadly wounded. Alexander took the opportunity and made a big fuss about soothing the catamite's pain. He made sure that Hephaistion didn't miss the tiniest detail.
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Alexander was in a mighty bad mood. He, the son of Zeus, king of Macedonia and conqueror of Babylon, was refused what he really longed for. He had wrapped an arm around Bagoas' waist and placed wet kisses on his lewd mouth, he praised the catamite's beauty, his dancing skills and his devotion, when the king made love to him, in a loud voice. In short: He put on a crazy show.
When he watched up to see if he had caught the attention he wanted, he found his assembled for lunch companions staring at him as if he had lost his mind. Ptolemy's face was as crimson as the wine in his golden goblet, Cleitus couldn't stop to shake his head with bewilderment and Cassander hid a big grin behind his hand. The others just looked shocked or embarressed. All had fallen silent.
The only person, who payed absolutely no attention at all was the one whose attention the king sought. Hephaistion happily chatted with Cassander, ignoring Alexander and his play doll, while he nibbled at his food.
Hephaistion wore a long darkgreen robe, the sleeves embroided with gold, his long brown hair fell in his face, when he laughed, his bright blue eyes were rimmed with coal and shiny with sunlight. With the amber silk scarf wrapped around his slender neck, he looked a bit like a drama queen. A damn sexy drama queen, who - to the king's confusion - didn't care at all, that Alexander hugged Bagoas and not him.
Alexander sulked. He had intended to punish Hephaistion for refusing him last night. He had intended to show the young warrior, that the king didn't need him. But his smart plan had backfired. Hephaistion didn't miss him, he didn't need him, he didn't shoot Alexander the usual hurt and desirous glances. It didn't seem to matter to him, if Alexander was there at all.
Alexander felt lonely despite Bagoas warming his bed at night. He felt lonely when he woke with Bagoas snuggled to his chest. And right now he felt pretty stupid. It began to dawn on him, that maybe he could lose Hephaistion. Still he was too proud to admit, that he - maybe - had done something wrong. He would rather swallow his own tongue than to ask for forgiveness.
Alexander shoved Bagoas from his lap and got up in a hurry. The poor catamite winced since his backside was still hurt thanks to Bukephalos. "Hephaistion", the king barked at the brunette. "Meet me in the spar ground." Then he stormed out of the hall, leaving his perplexed companions behind. All eyes settled on Hephaistion.
"What have you done?", Cassander asked curiously.
"I do recall, you didn't want to get involved", Hephaistion answered coolly. He didn't feel as calm as he acted. The bruises had faded but were still visible, although they didn't hurt anymore. To spar with Alexander meant, Hephaistion would have to change into a short tunic which wouldn't hide what he intended to keep secret.
When Hephaistion arrived at the spar ground, Alexander was already warming up. He stopped dead when he saw the young warrior approach him, still wearing the green robe and amber scarf.
"This is not a proper outfit", Alexander growled, sweat shiny on his forehead.
"I do not intend to fight you", Hephaistion said calmly, keeping his distance. He knew Alexander's temper but he didn't know Alexander anymore. The blond man standing in front of him wasn't the man. whom he had used to adress as his friend and lover. Or was he?
"You will do as you are ordered!", Alexander roared. "I am your king, subject." He couldn't believe, that Hephaistion made head against him again. The brunette used to be shy, timid and pleasantly submissive. His new self-confidence was apalling and appellant at the same time.
"Subject?" Hephaistion asked, his voice trembling. With much effort he blinked away the tears. "You used to call me friend, you used to call me lover."
"You don't act like a friend or lover. You refused me!" Alexander started to circle round the slender brunette like a lion circles round its prey. The king had decided to fuck Hephaistion to his senses, as he obviously had gone out of his mind. But the slender warrior dodged, when the blond leapt forward and tried to push him down.
"Friendship and love is not meant to be a one-sided devotion. It's all a matter of give and take", Hephaistion explained softly, not able to hold back the tears anymore. He fell back when Alexander closed in on him.
"I allow you to be near me, I allow you to be with me. And you dare to reject my gift?" The words left Alexander's mouth before he could stop himself.
Heavy silvery tears pearled down Hephaistion's cheeks. He felt as if his heart had been ripped out and something within him broke. "I do not know you anymore. I do not want to know you." He turned and walked away, his legs shaky. For a moment he feared that Alexander might attack him from behind, but nothing happened.
"Come back. I have not allowed you to leave." Alexander knew, he had gone too far. A very loud and frantic voice in his head yelled at him to fall to his knees and beg for foregiveness, but he was far too stubborn to submit. He was the victor, always. "You will do as you are told. You belong to me!"
Hephaistion faced him once more. A horrible feeling of emptiness crept through him, as he met Alexander's angry gaze. "Not anymore. You have lost me." Then he left.
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Like sparkling diamonds on a fabric of black velvet the stars littered the night sky, stretching over Babylon. The pale moon was on the wane and the whispering wind chased ghostlike tattered clouds across the sky, carrying the far away sound of music with it.
Hephaistion stood on the balcony of his bedchamber, watching the stars, while he waited for the winged demon to arrive. He felt torn, the emptiness within his heart hadn't been able to stop the tears to flow from his swolen eyes. He had never thought that he could ever break with Alexander. They had grown up together, they had fought together and he had always expected they would die together. However the gods seemed to have different plans with him and Alexander.
The breathtakingly beautiful sight of the approaching incubus banished Hephaistion's depressing thoughts. He had never before seen him fly. The demon soared through the sky, his mighty wing-strokes matched the power and grace of an eagle, a swallow's elegance and the dark creepy fascination of a giant bat.
Alexis dived down, then stretched out his wings to their full extension to slow down and landed on the balustrade of the balcony like a bird on its perch.
"Why do you cry, precious?", he asked softly, his head slightly bent to one side, causing his silken hair to fall into his face. He reached out to gently wipe away Hephaistion's tears with his thumb.
"I have lost someone very special to me", the young warrior answered hoarsely. The mere touch of the incubus melted his sorrow away, soothing his burdensome grief, and a dull ache settled within his heart.
"For good?" The demon stepped down from the balustrade to embrace the frail beautiful human. Hephaistion clung to him, resting his head against Alexis' shoulder.
"I don't know", Hephaistion muttered. "Things have never been so bad between us before." He dried his eyes with his sleeve. "Somehow everything has gone wrong since I've come to Babylon." He met the incubus' golden gaze. "Except for one thing." He leant in to kiss the incubus' satin lips.
"What is it like to fly?", the human asked, changing the topic, when they finally broke the kiss.
"Words cannot describe it." Alexis grinned naughtily. "I'm afraid you'll have to find out yourself."
"W-What?", Hephaistion stammered, but the demon had already lifted him up and climbed onto the balustrade. Hephaistion wrapped his arms around the incubus' neck, clinging to him. "Good gods!", he yelled when Alexis soared to the sky. Hephaistion closed his eyes, getting dizzy, as the world beneath him shrank the higher they rose. For a moment he was frantic, that the demon could let him drop. He thought of Ikarus and how he had provoked the gods. However, Alexis' wings weren't made of feathers and wax, and instead of the sun the cool moon illuminated the sky.
Hephaistion relaxed and dared to open his eyes again. He was glad, that he was safely snuggled against Alexis' warm chest, as it was freezing cold up here. He had expected the stars to be closer, but they stayed distant dots of twinkling light. The Euphrat was a dark silvery snake, embracing the city of Babylon, that lay in a deep slumber. Hephaistion could make out the tiny square of the palace, illuminated by dancing bits of fire.
As a child Hephaistion had often dreamt, that he could fly. He had imagined how it would feel to rise to the sky and fly with the birds. He had imagined how the cool breeze of the wind on his face would feel like. However the powers of his imagination hadn't been enough to match the immense sensation of freedom and joy, that now rushed through his body. He felt weightless, all sorrow and grief was lifted from his soul, as the cool nightly breeze caressed his skin and tugged at his hair.
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His duties as a king unnerved Alexander. This was for sure the worst day of his life, and he was determined to share his misery. When he sat in judgement upon a bunch of soldiers, who had raped some women and pillaged within the city, he showed no sign of mercy. He had all of them decapitated.
Afterwards Alexander did some fencing training with Cleitus, attacking his opponent in a fierce frenzy, as if he didn't care at all wether his companion was hurt. Fortunately Cleitus was a very skilled swordsman, so he got out of the battle unhurt.
Alexander was a perfect horror during dinner, shouting at anybody who happened to catch his attention. He even threw a broiled quail at the unhappy Bagoas and caused a servant girl to burst into tears, after he had slapped her face for nothing.
"Good gods", Cassander muttered into his goblet. "Let's hope he reconciles with Hephaistion soon. He's a horrible pain in the ass."
Alexander got drunk. He poured more wine down his throat than he could possibly swallow. He wanted to drown his grief and his lonliness. Thanks to his stubborn stupidity he had lost, whom he loved most in this world. However, he didn't have the courage to apologize to Hephaistion - at least not as long as he was sober.
When he could hardly walk straight and his tongue felt heavy and swolen, he finally felt prepared to face Hephaistion. He left the feast and tumbled through the palace towards Hephaistion's bedchamber. He lost his way twice, taking the wrong turn, but in the end he wondrously found himself in front of the doors to his friend's room.
He knocked at the door, calling Hephaistion's name, speaking thickly. But the young warrior didn't answer. Alexander hammered his fists against the door. "H-He-Hephaistion!", he yelled on top of his voice, his heavy tongue triping over the syllables of the name. Everything stayed silent.
The proud Macedonian king started to cry. "He-Heph-ai-s-tion! Open, pl-please! I'm s-sorry!" Nothing happened. The idea of kicking the door open crossed Alexander's heavily dulled mind, but he came to the conclusion, that this would be quite unpolite. So he strolled of towards the inner court.
A few wrong turns and a circuitous tour later Alexander stood under Hephaistion's balcony, drunk as a lord. An arcade surrounded the inner court, statues of roaring lions carried each collumn. Alexander goggled at them. Then he made a decision and started to climb the marble beasts. He fell down twice but the alcohol numbed all the pain.
In the end he succeeded. Alexander reached up and pulled himself over the rear, staring directly into two golden orbs blazing in a dark angel's face.
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