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Chapter List
- 1-Escape from Denial
- 1
Author’s Notes:
This story takes place right after Alexander’s marriage
to Roxane and before crossing the Hindu Kush into Pakistan

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Cleitus had coveted
what was Alexander’s for many years, and he had
controlled his impulses to take what he wanted only because Alexander was his
king. However, the further the army went into the Persian Empire, the more
Cleitus saw his king changing; the man that had conquered the Persians and who
had captured lands of splendor such as Egypt and Babylon was slowly
deteriorating before his eyes. In his place, stood a man who had lost the faith
of many of his men, and Alexander was too blinded by the spectacles of the
Persian culture to see that he was losing what use to mean so much to him.
Devotion, loyalty, and faithfulness were slowly dissipating throughout the
army, and Cleitus’ once inspirational king was only a shell of his former self.

Cleitus had agreed
with Alexander’s decision to send Parmenion back to protect the supply lines,
and he had even agreed when Alexander later ordered the executions of both Parmenion
and his son Philotas, but he did not agree with Alexander’s decision to make the
Persians members of the Macedonian Army; or his continual push towards the
great mystical waters in the Far East. He blamed Aristotle for putting such
fantasies in Alexander’s impressionable mind at such a young age, and the more
they pushed east, the more his king began to believe the legend of Alexander;
as if, he were Heracles or Prometheus saving mankind from itself.

Cleitus watched in
disgust as Bagoas refilled Alexander’s wine glass yet again,
and he longed for just one moment to be away from the decadence of what had
become of Alexander. Thanks to the
debauchery of the Persian influence, the once great visionary was drinking and
fornicating with the masses rather than paying attention to what should have
been the most important things in his life; his empire, his homeland, and his
beloved. He could remember the boy who had been too afraid of kissing a girl
for the first time, the boy who had blushed at his own father’s wild sexual
exhibitions, a boy who had grown into a great man; but now all Alexander seemed
to care about was getting drunk and bedding anything that tickled his fancy. It
seemed as though the prodigal son had turned into what he most feared…his
father. As much as Cleitus had loved and respected Philip, he himself had hated
Philip when he was drunk and angry, and the way he treated his sexual
playthings was disturbing and disgusting at times. It wasn’t as if Cleitus
hadn’t bedded a few boys himself, some of which were barely old enough to
shave, but he didn’t make a habit of forcing his bed partners onto other wanton
hands.

Cleitus drank a large
gulp of the strong wine and fixated his eyes on the jewel of the Macedonian
Empire. It was a shame that Alexander had yet taken up his father’s habit of
sharing his bed partners, reluctant as they may be, because he himself would
certainly have no qualms about taking Hephaestion to his bed. The younger man
stood by Ptolemy, one of the few generals who didn’t secretly despise the
Chiliarch, or who wanted to slide between those succulent thighs and slip
inside Alexander’s most treasured possession. The young general was frequently
the talk around camp. Some admired the Chiliarch and stood by him faithfully,
some believed Hephaestion’s rank was due to his status in Alexander’s bed, and
some were merely jealous and wanted the power that Hephaestion possessed.

Cleitus raked in the
younger man’s appearance never ceasing to be amazed at how well Hephaestion
cleaned up. His golden-bronze hair had been pinned back in braids leaving just
the back hairs to cascade down his shoulders. The style accentuated
Hephaestion’s perfect cheekbones and sculpted jaw line that even a god would be
jealous of. The sparkling blue eyes outlined in kohl and the full pouty mouth would make even the most pious of men simply
melt into the arms of the fair Macedonian, and the bright smile that he was
flashing Ptolemy was indeed a rare treat. He wondered what had made the jewel
smile so radiantly. Hephaestion was usually so serious and melancholy in nature, and seeing his Achilles flirting with the Eunuch and
other whores could not have made the younger man happy.

Cleitus motioned for
a boy to fill his cup once again, and he sipped on the strong wine admiring how
the gold and red tunic that Hephaestion wore brought out the honey-golden
highlights in the other man’s hair, and the various golden rings and bracelets
that draped Hephaestion’s long fingers and slim wrists made Cleitus’ manhood
perk up in interest. It was a shame that
the boy’s long tunic and red pants, another damned Persian custom he couldn’t
stand, covered up the awe-inspiring shapely thighs that Hephaestion possessed.
Cleitus missed seeing the boy wearing his short chiton at all times, not just
in battle, as did many of the men who secretly admired those famous thighs
whenever they got a chance.

“Is that drool on
your chin,” Cassander asked amused that he had caught the mighty Cleitus the
Black admiring the view too freely. “You’re being a little obvious don’t you
think?”

“I’m no worse than
you are my friend,” Cleitus smirked licking his lips slightly when he captured
Hephaestion’s gaze for just a brief moment before the other man redirected his
gaze onto his beloved king. He studied the other man’s face noting that the atypical
smile had disappeared and had been replaced by the usual sadness. One look over
at Alexander told him everything he needed to know; the king had tried to stand
and had nearly fallen down due to his inebriated state.

“Actually, you are
worse than me,” Cassander replied watching as two servers helped to steady
their king onto his feet. “At least I let our lovely Chiliarch know what I want
to do to his body…on numerous occasions might I add. You on the other hand,
just stare at him and dream like a fool about having him, but we both know he
only has eyes for Alexander.”

“I don’t understand
why,” Cleitus snapped. “Look at our all-powerful king…just like his father, and
he doesn’t even realize it.”

“You loved Philip,”
Cassander knowingly stated. “You put up with his drunken behavior and never
once doubted him, but now, you always seem so critical of Alexander. Perhaps,
it is jealousy that gives you these ill feelings?”

“I’m not jealous,”
Cleitus barked. “I could have our dear Hephaestion in my bed if Alexander
wasn’t such a tyrant when it comes to his property.”

“And that is exactly
why I said you were jealous,” Cassander knowingly smirked. “You can’t have him
because Alexander would cut off the hands of any man who dared touch his
precious gem, and that would be the least painful thing he would do to the poor
soul who dared to try to take his Patroklas away from him.”

Cleitus finished off
the rest of his wine and wiped his lips with the back of his hand noticing that
Hephaestion was leaving the banquet room, “Well then, perhaps this night I shall
attempt to do what no other has dared to do.”

Cassander gawked in
disbelief as his fellow general rushed past him to catch up with Hephaestion.
“Cleitus…do not do this. I beg of you,” Cassander warned before losing sight of
the determined general.

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Cleitus followed
silently behind Hephaestion who seemingly raced away from the banquet hall. The
palace of the newest conquered ruler wasn’t nearly as extravagate as the
palaces of Babylon, and Cleitus felt confident that he
wouldn’t get separated from the retreating Chiliarch. He liked the idea of
preying upon the unsuspecting general who was rushing down the hall as if on a
mission, and the thrill of trapping and capturing his prey made it even more
exhilarating. Cleitus was enjoying the backside of the view almost as much as
the front due to the elaborate gold and red belt which hung suggestively on
Hephaestion’s lean hips, and although the other man’s backside was covered by
the long tunic, he could still make out the curve of where the beauty’s rear
began.

The halls were
deserted due to all being at the banquet, and Cleitus felt positive that the
vision of perfection before him would be in his bed by the end of the night. Cleitus
watched as Hephaestion turned left at a junction in the hall and turned to
follow, only to nearly run into the other man who stood in the hallway facing him
with his arms crossed over his chest. He saw that the younger man’s brow was
arched inquisitively, no doubt wondering why he was being followed. “Why in
Hades are you standing in the middle of the hall?”

“Why are you
following me?” Hephaestion countered.

“Following you?”
Cleitus snarled. “Why would I be following a sycophant like you?”

“Is that the best you
can do Cleitus the Black?” Hephaestion taunted. “You wound me so with your
words.”

Feeling challenged,
Cleitus struck out, “You’re a worthless harlot who is only Chiliarch because
you seduced the king with your false loyalty and sweet succulent flesh.”

Hephaestion uncrossed
his arms allowing his hands to now rest on his hips, “You know those things
aren’t true.”

Cleitus couldn’t help
but to look where Hephaestion’s hands rested…the alluring hips and elegant
fingers caused him to swallow hard, “Fine, you’re not completely worthless.”

Hephaestion grinned
slightly, “I’ll take any compliment I can get from you.”

“And you are loyal,”
Cleitus grinned back stepping closer to the appealing creature before him. “To
a fault I’m afraid.”

Hephaestion noticed
the other man approaching in on his domain, but he refused to step backwards,
“Yes, I’m a sycophant as you have told me on numerous occasions.”

Cleitus stepped
almost chest to chest with the other man impressed that the younger man hadn’t
backed away from his larger than life presence. People naturally felt
intimidated by his overly-aggressive nature, but Hephaestion looked at him in
defiance. “It’s true…you do whatever Alexander asks of you. These clothes are a
perfect example.” He daringly ran his hand up the gold trim of the tunic, along
the neckline, and twisted a strand of soft hair that rested on Hephaestion’s
shoulder, “I miss the chiton on you.” He glanced down the beauty’s lean body
licking his lips, “I…I mean we miss seeing your thighs.”

Hephaestion was use
to such remarks from Cassander and others, but Cleitus had generally kept his
insults to a minimum; and although it was apparent the other man wanted him
sexually, Cleitus had never verbalized it until now. “You’re being bold tonight
my dear Cleitus.”

The larger man ran
his index finger across Hephaestion’s smooth-shaven cheek, “You got a problem
with that pretty Hephaestion?”

Not wanting to seem
weak, Hephaestion allowed the other man to touch his face, “Possibly.”

“What in Hades does
that mean?” Cleitus glowered removing his hand from the immaculate face.
“Perhaps, what kind of answer is that?”

“A puzzling one,”
Hephaestion mocked removing his hands from his hips.

Cleitus suddenly wrapped
his large hands around the other man’s biceps and held onto the smaller man,
“Are you flirting with me Hephaestion?”

“Now, why would I be
doing that?” Hephaestion replied letting the other man hold him in his tight
grip. “We both know that I’m taken…and you’re not man enough to risk our king’s
wraith.”

Cleitus’ brows arched
in surprise, “Are you challenging me?” He bent in and placed his lips at
Hephaestion’s ear, “You want me to pleasure you, penetrate your body like no
man before?”

It had been weeks
since Hephaestion had been touched by anyone, and the hot breath on his ear was
doing wonders to his neglected libido. He knew this was dangerous waters, but
Cleitus tempted him so; he always had. “I don’t think it would be worth the
price, do you?”

“Let me be the judge
of that since it will be I who is punished,” Cleitus replied releasing
Hephaestion’s arms and placing his hands behind the younger man’s head and
pulling him in for a kiss. He had been waiting for years to taste the
magnificent creature in his hands; the countless nights filled with erotic
dreams were finally coming true, but at the last second Hephaestion turned his
head to the side avoiding the other man’s kiss.

“No, we can’t give
into our desires like this,” Hephaestion pleaded pulling away from the larger
frame.

Cleitus was stupefied
at the other man’s reaction to the near kiss, “Are you teasing me?” Cleitus
stepped menacingly close to the other man who had finally had the good sense to
step back, “Playing games with me? You ought to know better than that boy!”

Hephaestion
could see the anger beginning to form in Cleitus’ black eyes, “Of course not.” He ran his hands over the back of his head
straightening out the hair that the other man had inadvertently messed up. “I
just lost all sense for a moment. I’m sorry if you feel that I teased you.”

“I’ve killed men for
less,” Cleitus hissed in fury. “You know how much I desire you; yet you play
with me, flirt even.”

Hephaestion refused to
step back another foot, and he looked on at the other man in contempt, “I said
that I was not teasing you, so stop accusing me of a crime I have not
committed, and when in the past have you expressed your desires for me?”

“You’d have to be
blind not to have noticed,” Cleitus sneered. “I know you see me watching you,
memorizing every inch of your face, devouring every detail of your attire, but
here you are acting like you have never observed my fascination with you.”

“Perhaps I have not
perceived this fascination you apparently have for me because I have better
things to take notice of,” Hephaestion challenged the older man.

Perhaps you do,”
Cleitus smirked seeing an opportunity to strike back hard. “I’m sure you’re
kept utterly busy watching the procession of whores that infiltrate our great
king’s chamber every hour of everyday.”

“Predictable,”
Hephaestion quickly replied. “All of you think that I spend my time lamenting
on Alexander and weeping over his infidelity, but you’re all incorrect in your
assumptions because I know that Alexander loves me like no other.”

“Really,” Cleitus
questioned. “Then it doesn’t bother you that he beds someone else besides you
almost nightly? Choosing a Eunuch and a Persian bitch over his supposed
beloved?” Cleitus could see that the words were hurting the other man; the
smaller man’s frame losing it’s defiant stance, “Achilles has abandoned his
Patroklas…yet forbids you the caresses of another. Does that really sound like
a man in love?”

“You will stop this
now,” Hephaestion demanded. “This is none of your affair, and I will not stand
here any longer explaining my feelings to you…and if you dare to…”

“Dare to what!”
Cleitus snarled. “Dare to deface the king behind his back, even though it is
the truth?”

“You would be wise to
stop this line of conversation,” Hephaestion warned. “These halls have many
ears.”

“Well then, let’s
hope they do not have many eyes,” Cleitus remarked before clashing his lips
upon Hephaestion’s. He expected a knee to the groin, but instead the younger
man kissed him back with an unbridled passion, soft lips parted, a warm tongue
caressed his, and arms wrapped tightly around his neck. The kiss was molten hot
in its intensity, and Cleitus’ erection rubbed up against Hephaestion’s thigh.
He held on tightly to the sides of the younger general’s head, loving the
feeling of the soft hair wrapped in between his fingers, and the supple lips
that practically begged to be claimed.

When neither one
could breathe properly, they were forced to separate. Cleitus looked at his
gift from the gods fore longingly, “By Zeus you are magnificent.” The hard
punch that smashed against his nose had not been the expected reply to such a
high compliment, and instinctively, he punched the other man back, hitting
Hephaestion in the mouth. “What in Hades did you do that for?”

Hephaestion wiped at
his aching mouth and discovered blood on his fingers, “You dared to touch me!”

“Yes, I did,” Cleitus
replied grabbing Hephaestion in a bear hug, but the younger man head-butted him
in the nose, and he was forced to relinquish his hold on the agile man. “You
insolent little brat!” he roared as he grabbed Hephaestion’s long hair and
yanked him backwards onto his chest. He could feel Hephaestion’s well rounded
backside rubbing up against his still present erection and smiled wickedly.
“You liked that kiss and don’t even try to deny it.”

Hephaestion struggled
to get out of the bear hug determined to defend his honor, “You are a jackass!
Let me go!”

Cleitus lifted the
struggling man off his feet and began carrying him down the hall towards his
own chamber, “I don’t think so pretty Hephaestion. You started this game, and
I’m going to finish it.” He laughed when he barely missed another head-butt and
his grip on the flailing man tightened, “Such spirit, such passion…it’s
admirable how you fight so.”

“You stubborn,
pig-headed, bastard…let me down!” Hephaestion exclaimed as he was carried down
the corridor to Cleitus’ chamber door. “Alexander will have your head for
this!”

“Most likely, but at
least I’ll have some fun before I die,” Cleitus beamed rubbing his hardened
member suggestively against Hephaestion’s back. He winced when he felt the
other man clawing his forearms and kicking at his shins, “You fight like a
woman….is that really the best you got?” He reached for the doorknob on his
chamber door and received a hard painful kick on his hand, “You son of a
whore!” He clenched his hand shut tightly determined to push aside the pain for
now. He yanked open the door dragging in an enraged Hephaestion, closed and
locked the door, and carried the other man towards his bed. “You better be
worth all this pain you little brat.”

Hephaestion landed
hard on the bed, nearly bouncing off from the force, “You touch me again, and
you’ll feel real pain.”

“Oh, I’m so
terrified,” Cleitus teased pulling his chiton over his head leaving him only in
his loincloth.

“What do you think
you’re doing?” Hephaestion squeaked as the man’s naked flesh was revealed. “A
kiss is one thing…this is something else entirely.”

Cleitus yanked off
his loincloth revealing his large heavy phallus, “It certainly is little one.”

Hephaestion couldn’t
help but to admire the impressive erection that met his eyes. The thick shaft,
the throbbing vein, and the leaking head dangled proudly from Cleitus’ body,
“Surely, you don’t think you’re coming near me with that monster?”

Cleitus ran his large
hand up and down his member liking how the other man’s blue eyes seemed fixated
on his every move, “Oh…I’m coming near you alright.”

Hephaestion shuffled
backwards on the bed as the other man pounced towards him, “We will not do this
Cleitus!”

Cleitus wrapped his
hands around Hephaestion’s ankles and yanked him back down towards him, “We
will.” He took the golden sandals from the younger man’s feet and tossed them onto
the floor, “I will have you, and you will never be the same afterwards.”

“I doubt that,” Hephaestion
sarcastically replied continuing to struggle.

Cleitus’ large hands
traveled up the red pants, underneath the long tunic, and pulled at the
waistband of the Persian silk wrapped around Hephaestion’s hips, “You will
never want another man to be inside you once I’m finished with you.”

“You are delusional,”
Hephaestion replied grabbing at the other man’s wandering hands. “Stop this
instant!”

Ignoring the other
man’s requests, Cleitus yanked the pants off of Hephaestion’s legs and threw
them across the room, “I’ll stop when my pleasure has been achieved.” He got up
on the bed on his knees pushing Hephaestion back down on his back, “Stay there
my pretty Hephaestion. Do not move again.”

“You expect me to lay
here while you assault me?” Hephaestion cried as he attempted to sit back up
again.

Cleitus
reached for the belt which held the tunic together with one hand, pushed the
other man back down onto his back with the other, and proceeded in loosening
the belt, “Assault?” He
snorted in laughter and clasped the belt with both hands pulling it apart and
throwing it onto the floor, “You don’t seem to be fighting very hard.”

“No!” Hephaestion
yelled as the larger man began running his skillful hands up the trim of the
tunic pulling it apart as he went. “Do not do this…I beg of you.”

Cleitus watched in
fascination as the supple shapely thighs were revealed to his gaze, “Such
perfection…so incredibly alluring.” He could feel the body beneath him
trembling slightly as his hands neared the other man’s hips, “Once I’m done
with you, you’ll be begging me for more.”

“Please Cleitus,”
Hephaestion pleaded unable to stop the man due to his own weaknesses. “No other
besides Alexander has ever touched me like this.”

Cleitus leaned
towards the body beneath him, and as the golden flesh of Hephaestion’s flat
belly was revealed, he kissed it gently. His tongue ran in slow circles around
the belly button as his fingers caressed the soft almost invisible hairs that
led down to the other man’s endowment, “No other has touched you until tonight
my beautiful boy.” His hands expertly unwrapped Hephaestion’s loincloth while
he continued kissing and caressing the stomach beneath him. He could hear the
moan that escaped Hephaestion’s mouth when his hand touched the engorged flesh
he found between the other man’s legs. “How long has it been since he has touched
you?”

Hephaestion didn’t
want to talk of Alexander now; not when he was preparing to betray his beloved,
to surrender to his cravings, “I don’t want to talk about him.”

Cleitus moved up a
bit wanting to taste the tiny nubs that sat upon Hephaestion’s chest, “But I
do…I want to know how long he has been neglecting such a treasure.”

Hephaestion took in a
deep breath of delight as the other man’s warm tongue circled and caressed his
nipples. It had been weeks since he had last been touched by Alexander, and even
that had been sloppy and rushed, “Please, I can’t talk about him when I’m being
unfaithful.”

Cleitus sucked and
nibbled on the now erect buds loving the sounds of Hephaestion’s gasps as his
tongue devoured the exquisite creature in his bed. His hand below caressed
Hephaestion’s erection, rubbing playfully at the tip, and rubbing the
glistening precum up and down the hard shaft. “At
least tell me if he’s a good lover.” He nipped at Hephaestion’s collar bone,
licked the succulent neck, and sucked on a sensitive earlobe, “Does he satisfy
you…give you fantastical pleasure as he takes you?”

Hephaestion didn’t
want to admit that Alexander was not the tender lover he once was, or that most
of the time he felt used and unloved, so instead he started pushing the larger
frame off his body choosing to ignore the discussion instead. “I told you that
I do not wish to talk of him; yet, you insist upon doing so.”

Cleitus looked down
at the gorgeous face refusing to budge, “You’re not leaving this bed until I
have had my fill of you.”

Hephaestion’s blue
eyes widened in disbelief, “You will let me up, and you will do it now.”

“I don’t think so,”
Cleitus replied leaning down to steal another kiss. “Remember, no playing games
with me.”

Hephaestion placed
his hands on Cleitus’ chest and with much effort pushed the other man off his
body roughly, “For the love of Zeus, get off me!”

Cleitus stared in
silent rage as the other man made to get off the bed, “I’ve had just about
enough of you!” He reached out, grabbed Hephaestion’s wrist, and pulled him
back down on the bed, “I will have you damn it, and there is nothing you can do
about it!”

“No!” Hephaestion
cried as he was flipped over onto his stomach. He could feel the tunic being
shoved off his body exposing his perky ass and smooth back to Cleitus’ eyes,
“Don’t do something that you’ll regret.”

Cleitus reached out
to the table by the bed and grabbed some Persian oil to rub onto his own
throbbing prick, “You won’t regret this when I’m through with you. You’ll
wonder why you denied yourself such pleasure for so long.”

Hephaestion tried to
get up, to kick out, but Cleitus’ strong hands grabbed him by the hips, placed
him on his knees, and pried his thighs apart, “Don’t do this!”

Cleitus ran his
oil-coated fingers down Hephaestion’s crack, feeling for the special place where
most of the army fantasized about dwelling inside, “I am doing this so shut
your mouth.” His index finger circled the puckered orifice, and he closed his
eyes as his finger slid inside the hot tightness of Alexander’s greatest
conquest. It turned him on to no end knowing that only he could brag about the
claiming of such beauty…only he would dare to experience what Alexander was
foolish enough to ignore.

“Stop,” Hephaestion
moaned as he was breeched by the finger. He could feel the other man’s leaking shaft
bobbing up against his thigh, and he knew that there was now no stopping
Cleitus the Black from having what he wanted. Only an act of Zeus or a decree
from Alexander would stop the other man from plundering his body.

Cleitus added another
finger scissoring them inside his soon to be lover, “You want me to impale you
on my flesh, don’t you? This has all been a foolhardy attempt at denial on your
part.”

“No,” Hephaestion
whimpered as the other man’s fingers stretched and opened him up.

A few more inpatient
thrusts with his fingers were all Cleitus could bear, “By Zeus, I have to be
inside you now.” He positioned his eager shaft at the tight orifice and began
pushing in past a resisting sphincter and inside the hot tight channel of
Hephaestion’s ass. Cleitus felt consumed by the intense heat of the other man’s
body, swallowed hole by such exquisite pleasure, and he knew that there was no
way he could hold his seed in for long…at least not for the first round.

Hephaestion
closed his eyes; not in pain or in humiliation, but in pure unadulterated
pleasure. He had wanted the
black stallion for so long, but had been too afraid to act upon those desires
because of Alexander’s possessive streak. He knew that they might only get this
one night together, but he didn’t want to deny himself or Cleitus the pleasure
any longer. He had struggled with the other man, but only because he wanted to
convince himself that he at least attempted to deny Cleitus; but the feeling of
the other man’s thick hardness claiming him was exhilarating.

Cleitus angled his
prick so that it stroked the other man’s prostate with each thrust. He was
pleased to hear the soft moans and whimpers that readily came from the
beautiful man’s mouth. He rubbed both of his hands up Hephaestion’s back loving
the soft flesh and the glistening sheen of sweat. “You wanted this, didn’t
you?”

Hephaestion’s head
rested on the bed, turned to the side, and his hands clenched at the green
Persian sheets as his body responded to the stimulation of Cleitus’ expert
movement. “No…ummmmm, noooo.”

Cleitus smiled
fondly, “Liar.” He continued thrusting in and out of Hephaestion’s body feeling
his own pleasure soaring towards climax, “I have waited so long for this…to be
inside you like this.”

Hephaestion’s
throbbing manhood was rubbing up against the silky sheets. His pleasure center
was being attacked so sweetly by Cleitus’ prick, and he felt the small trembles
that ran throughout his thighs as he raced onwards towards his release. “Yes…ummmm, Cleitus…I can’t hold on.”

Cleitus bent over and
kissed his lover’s back tenderly, “It is okay Hephaestion. I want you to spill
your release for me. Coax my own climax from me as you clench your sweet body
around my shaft.”

“Oh Zeus….yeeeessss, ummmm,” Hephaestion
moaned loudly as his milky juices squirted out onto the sheets causing his
tight channel to squeeze Cleitus’ prick with the spasms of his orgasm.

“That’s it
Hephaestion…milk my release from my body…let me fill you with my seed.” Cleitus
grabbed Hephaestion’s thighs, arched his neck backwards, and roared in pleasure
as his seed jettisoned inside the delectable creature beneath him.

After a few moments,
Cleitus reluctantly pulled out of the other man’s well used hole and plopped
onto his back on the bed. He absently ran his fingers up his lover’s back,
“That was worth any death Alexander could dream up for me.”

The reality of what
he had just done hit Hephaestion full force, and he began to feel the tears
pooling in his blue eyes, “What have I done?”

Cleitus turned over
on his side and rested his head into the long locks of hair that adorned
Hephaestion’s pretty head. His mouth kissed the neck he found, “Nothing that
his neglect didn’t cause you to do. You deserved this Hephaestion…he shouldn’t
be the only one allowed to seek pleasure from others.”

“But I betrayed him,”
Hephaestion argued not bothering to even wipe the tears off his cheeks.

“As he has betrayed
you since stepping foot into Babylon,” Cleitus replied pulling the other man into a hug. “Is it not time
for you to do the same?” He kissed the bare back tenderly licking at the
glistening sweat that coated the golden skin. “I will be your one escape from
loneliness, your one escape from his coldness, and your one escape from his
possessiveness if only you’ll have me.”

Hephaestion took
Cleitus’ hand into his own nodding in silent agreement and closed his eyes as
the other man’s fingers began exploring his body once again. He wanted to feel
guilt and remorse for betraying his Alexander, but as the other man impaled him
once again on his large phallus, Hephaestion drew comfort from the other man’s
presence. After all, Alexander had his Babylon, and now…Hephaestion had his Cleitus.

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I hope you enjoyed
this little tale. It was meant to be non-con, but I think that it ended up as a
nice mixture of aggression, denial, and eventually acceptance on Hephaestion’s
part.
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Escape from Denial