Conquest

Conquest Series Part 1: Awaiting Conquest

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He had waited patiently from childhood for the moment and opportunity to separate Olympias' golden boy son from his 'gift of the gods'. He had even called the relationship between Achilles and Patroclus, two of Alexander’s heroes that he obsessed over, into question in a childhood lesson. He had hoped that their teacher Aristotle would destroy the fantasy of the lover's bond and in a way he had. However, it seemed to only intensify Alexander’s interest in the fairy tale pair. He had grown up at the side of the two, silently enduring, knowing that Alexander with his gypsy soul would eventually change paths like the wind. He secretly hoped his lord’s recklessness would lead to his death. When Alexander was gone, then and only then could he move to pick up a broken Hephaestion and inflict on the youth all his fantasies, a result of years of dreaming.

Cassander watched the lovely young man as he passed, barely illuminated by the central campfire, body half covered by his cape to shield against the night chill. He seemed to be nearly taunting him, daring him to act the way his body wanted him to, but Cassander's mind was all the smarter to stay his movements. He had been advised against his passions although he had never spoken or acted on them. Ptolemy had warned him, Cleitus had warned him, Alexander had skipped meaningless threats and sworn death to whatever man dared touch what belonged to him. On occasion he had even been tempted in other directions. Even if he succumbed his eyes always returned to the one, even among his childhood friends, that he could not possess. He watched, keeping distance and silence between them even in war council which was frequently graced by the lovely general. "So," He thought aloud from his post outside his tent where he stood in darkness of night, "Your Achilles has passed your love over again Patroclus."

Alexander’s second in command slipped casually from the camp towards the river. Observing the sleeping soldiers quickly lest some one see, he followed in silence. Hephaestion had told only one sentry of his destination in case he was needed, so outside the predator, the prey, and a simple watchman no one, not even the king himself, knew the beautiful man's destination. "Alexander, you should not let something so precious out of sight," Cassander thought wickedly as he approached the sound of rushing river currents.

He was stopped suddenly by the sight he beheld. The youth's body, completely muscled and shimmering in the water. The full moon shining over every inch of toned skin, revealed to the lower back. The parts that Cassander most longed to watch were submerged beneath the black surface but the "v" of muscle and bone, as well as the curve to the rear left little to the imagination. Cassander, the best strategist in the entire Macedonian army had a VERY GOOD imagination. He stared as the muscles rippled from Hephaestion pouring handfuls of water on his head. He watched the shimmer of the river traveling through his hair, down his back, arms, and shoulders not missing a single curve. How badly he wanted to rub the cool liquid on the muscles and body of the one he desired. "On and in," he thought, becoming quickly aroused from the fantasies flooding his perverse mind. In times of peace the mind has opportunity to come up with many things forbidden in nature.

His Adonis was trailing his hands in the current and Cassander sat on the sandy bank, taking in the way the full moon light reflected on the wet skin. Making it shimmer like all the stars in the heavens. No, this body was the heavens and Cassander wanted to be there more than anything in this mortal world. Hepaestion turned; eyes closed, and began walking back to the shore, his hand massaging the muscles in his strong neck. Just short of granting his fellow general the sight he wished for the youth stopped, noticing Cassander resting next to his discarded robes. He continued then, through the water, unfazed by others presence and stare. Cassander had to mind his composure as the rest of his lust was revealed to him from the depths, accented by the moons glow. The young tactician truly was a gift from the gods, for no one else could make a man so perfect.

"Your eyes betray your intentions Cassander." He regained his mind as the other approached and he focused on holding the gaze of those sparkling green eyes to him. Reveling in a sight that only the king him self had been granted. "Nonsense, I merely wish to ensure our kings greatest treasure is not devoured in the night by some beast come to the water hole." Hephaestion's eyes flamed at being referred to as no more than one of Alexander's possessions. He reached to grab his garments but Cassander was overcome by his smell of salt and herbs. Grasping his wrist he pulled the naked, dripping form into his lap. He looked fully at the form he now held, smirking at how his position had changed. "Hephaestion, how long will you suffer to be dismissed when many would welcome you warmly?" He lowered his face to the nape of the others neck to indicate exactly which party he meant.

Hephaestion sighed heavily and attempted to shift out of the stronger grasp with out success as gentle kisses and bites were placed on his neck. "He will kill you." Cassander laughed against the others still wet skin, "Death is relief from the torment you have put me through since childhood. Or did you not notice?" Cassander then slid one bare hand down to grasp the revealed member of the other, pleased to notice it growing hard at his touch. The younger gasped and squirmed at the touch and spoke through ragged growing breaths, "I have noticed...as...the others in our council...have." Cassander grinned wider, like a fox knowing the rabbit has no chance of escape. "Yet, you are not fully oppossed I see." He rubbed the now fully erect shaft of the one he cradled, the friction pulling a half suppressed moan from the darkness and moonlight. "I see you were ready for it tonight, even the cold river can not sate your lust. Why not let me pleasure you instead." He shifted his hand sliding his left index finger into the forbidden opening of his desire.

Hephaestion made another attempt at escape with a jump and a gasp, but Cassander held, bending and pressing against the others inner walls. Soon the younger general was whimpering pushing down onto his captors hand for further penetration. The elder of the pair lay his now surrendered friend down onto the sand, the water from the river still close enough to lap up on half of their body. Cassander spread the beautiful man’s legs apart with his elbows and pushed deeper inserting another digit. Hephaestion's hips bucked wildly in response when he felt himself being spread, "Cass...ander, don't, he'll...know.” He touched the head of the throbbing organ with his lips smiling until his teeth pressed the skin, "I'll leave no marks, and won't penetrate..." "This time," he thought to himself as he kissed the twitching member lightly, licking into the slit to taste the lubrication that had already begun leaking out. But when Hephaestion's king was no more, he would run to Cassander... in time he would belong fully to him, and then, how would he brand him?

He swirled his tongue around the head as he inserted a third finger causing the young man beneath him to thrust full into his mouth. With his other hand he massaged the muscles along the others body from his chest to his hips, marveling at how every inch of the other rippled with definition despite his, at times, fragile appearance. He worked the walls inside Hephaestions body forcibly while dragging his teeth along the sides of his member from base to tip, then going down again. Hephaestion's hands worked furiously in his long hair finding the sand not capable of containing his pleasure. Cassander brought his other hand down, circling the base, rubbing the connection of skin there. Hephaestion was moving furiously, alternating between thrusting back on his hand and up into the hot, wet cavern of his mouth. He searched with his middle finger pressing the tender skin inside his conquest searching for that one spot. Hephaestion's cry of release signaled that he had found it and he pressed hard, rubbing while the other shot his hot, sweet seed down his throat. He held milking every drop of the others essence as the body beneath him shuddered and wriggled before collapsing with heavy intakes of breath. Cassander removed his mouth and fingers soaking in how the younger moaned from the emptiness he now felt.

Staring at the spent, beautiful general beneath him he became painfully aware of his own need for release. He flipped the youth over rolling him even closer to the wash of the current rushing by and Hephaestion jumped, "I thought you said you weren't going...AH!" Alexander’s treasure clenched his own garments as a hot tongue plunged inside the vacant space left by Cassander's fingers, bringing his shaft back to its full hardened state with a shudder. The smaller frame surged back on his hands and knees for more, while Cassander balanced on one arm pumping his own erection with his free hand. His thrusting into the forbidden crevice grew more rapid with his jerks as he was encouraged by the others gasps, moans, whimpers, and cries. The mere sound of the others voice in ecstasy nearly made him come. How did Alexander experience this sheer bliss night after night and not keep the boy in a cage? This thought brought knew mental images into Cassander’s mind and picturing the beautiful body bound pushed him over the edge and he withdrew his tongue grunting his ejaculation onto the bank where it was washed away by the water. He then turned his attention back to his source of lust reaching around the others body to finish him in strong rapid strokes. Hephaestion came into the water and collapsed with a splash onto his now soaked garments which he still clung to.

Cassander moved up to the shaking body beneath him planting a short kiss on the others lips. Pulling back he noticed a look of regret on the lovely features of his friend, probably from a feeling of betraying the king. Cassander stood, ringing some of the water from his clothing and hair as he prepared to leave, "Don't worry... you had a moment of weakness. No one knows and we won't tell will we?" He smirked; he surely didn't have a wish to die . . . which is what would happen. But he knew even if Patroclus went back to Achilles the next night and several nights to come, he had given him a taste of something else... something forbidden, and he knew inside that the youth would need more. "Wait a few minutes before returning to camp," he said walking back over the dune to the short desert path to camp, "and get your rest... tomorrow we conquer Babylon!"

When Cassander re-entered his tent unnoticed he removed his clothes and lay down, smiling at his conquest and the thought of those to come. He would now surrender to his dreams of the youth and all those things he would do when he could possess him completely. Cassander had never slept so soundly. While others dreamed of the up coming Persian conquest he dreamed of another victory. He did not even hear the other man return to the tent beside his moments later.