Conquest Part II

Conquest Series Part 2
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It had been nearly two weeks since Babylon had fallen under the mad force of Alexander’s armies. Two weeks since Cassander had injected his poison like a snake into the young general’s mind. Hephaestion lay on his bed of green silk and stared at the jeweled ceiling. His prince had gifted him with the most beautiful of all rooms aside from his own, but some would argue that Alexander’s friend lived in more splendor than the king himself. Hephaestion knew this to be partly true. Since the march into the great city his love had spent less time with him and more with the harem and daughters of the fallen Persian king. Yet this was the way Alexander always was, ever since they were children. Anytime the young Adonis pouted the least bit, if the king received any sign that he was unhappy at all, the gift giving was thrown into overdrive. Alexander could not stand the thought that he was neglecting his greatest love. Hephaestion knew that he was not the only one to warm the king’s bed but he had always been assured that he was held higher. Alexander had told him, as had the others. He had many friends but none dared touch him or take his comfort into their own hands. To do so would be to sign their own execution. Yet Cassander had violated that invisible barrier, he had stepped up to make Hephaestion forget how much Alexander had hurt him when he turned him away from the tent on the eve of battle.

No matter how much the youth fought to erase that night, what happened on the river bank under that rare moon stayed with him, haunting his dreams in the night as well as the day. It was all Hephaestion could do to keep his head on the battle field let alone in council. Whenever he caught the tactician’s sharp eyes watching him or saw the light smirk, invisible to all but him, the feel of that night flooded in like the waters of the nile to take over his mind. All the strong drink in the empire could not wash the feel of Cassander’s hands, his skin, his mouth . . . “gods . . .” Hephaestion moaned as he rolled onto his stomach and buried his face into an extravagant pillow scented with myrrh. And now Alexander was convinced that he had done something to offend Hephaestion. The gifts and attention were driving the young general insane. The king assumed that Hephaestion was lonely due to fact that he had been alone all these nights, while the new ruler of Babylon made acquaintances with the eldest princess. Several eunuchs had even been assigned to Hephaistion’s chambers to assure that he was properly clothed, bathed and cared for. He felt like a doll, being made up to be a pretty side ornament since he was no longer needed for his skills on the field of battle, lacking though they were in the first place.

He was beginning to long for war, he had never been fond of blood shed but anything was better than being subject to rose petal bathing every day and night. He smelled like the damn Garden of Aphrodite for god’s sake. Then came what Alexander had assumed would be the best gift of all, he had called his lover to his chambers to announce that he was giving Hephaestion one of the princesses as his bride. The young general had to keep himself from hurling a spear at his leader. But his friend was so excited at the prospect that with both of them marrying Darius’s daughters, their sons would be tied by blood. Hephaestion had to admit that was wonderful, but not what he wanted, and it did not erase that night from his mind. When his concentration failed to return the following week Alexander had taken it upon himself to decide his young lover was ill. Despite his many protests he was subjected to examinations by every doctor in the Persian Empire. He had finally pulled his sword on one old man, swearing to run him through if the old goat probed at one more inch of his body. He could almost sense Cassander’s joy at this; he knew what was causing Hephaestion’s distress. The young general had watched the man laugh as every new physician was summoned never reporting any flaws in his health.

Hephaestion was so busy cursing the general into his pillow that he did not hear the giant door to his chamber slide open. He raised his emerald eyes only when he felt the bed sink and a strong hand rub up his back to rest on his shoulder. He jumped slightly as the deep voice of royalty invaded his mind, “Do you sleep?” He rolled over to his side revealing his face, reddened by the pressure of the pillow and smeared with eyeliner as he stared back at the golden lion of his world. He owed this man everything, loved him, and trusted him more than any other. Yet, if Alexander had known what he was thinking about, Hephaestion knew there would be an execution ten minutes later, and he wasn’t so sure Cassander would be meeting the god’s alone. More likely every man that crossed the king’s path on his way to kill the tactician would fall as well. His annoyance was not hidden on his face, Alexander could sleep with whoever he wanted . . . but Hephaestion was the forbidden fruit of the world. He knew he should be honored but all he felt was aggravation. He was content belonging only to Alexander, but he wanted Alexander to belong only to him as well, and that, he knew, would never be. The blonde youth smiled softly as he rubbed a thumb under his lover’s eyes removing the charcoal smeared there to reveal his natural beauty, the beauty Alexander had fallen for so many years ago.

Hephaestion returned to his previous position as his king began firm ministrations, working his hands into the tense muscles of the toned body of his friend. It was something that Alexander did for no one else, friend or lover, only Hephaestion was worthy of such affection. “Are you well tonight?” The king’s question made him groan and he buried his head back to the pillow. “Alexander, again? I am not ill!” The blonde laughed as he worked on the general’s lower back. “You have just been . . .” The strong voice grew quiet as he searched for a word. “Distant of late. You have not come to me since the night of our victory.” The brunette noticed the tone of sadness in his lover’s voice and felt slight guilt mixed with his same stubborn annoyance. “You have been busy.” He sighed as he felt the strong heavy body of his king cover his own. He could smell the peppermint oils that Alexander always used and his princes warmth soaked into his smaller frame as his friend buried his face under his hair to kiss is neck causing him to shudder. “Dear Hephaestion, I am never too busy for you.” A strong hand reached up steadily to tip the young generals head to the side so green eyes met with blue. “You are always my greatest concern.” Hephaestion knew it was true and his heart smiled as he allowed Alexander to come in for a kiss. Their lips made contact, so soft for the great warriors that they were and Hephaestion moaned into the mouth of his lover.

The certain hands of the blonde prince slid between Hephaestion’s body and the bed, refusing him when the younger tried to roll over. The man above deepened the kiss staying certain and forceful while his friends kisses were soft but not quite shy. Both were very masculine after all and they had always been equal in battle as well as in bed, but it was still fact that what Alexander wanted to conquer, more than the world, was the one beneath him. Fingers searched for the folds of the green robe and pulled the fabric over the young general’s shoulders to expose the toned, tanned flesh beneath. Alexander pulled from the other’s kiss swollen lips allowing him the chance to catch his breath as he nuzzled his head into the pillows, enjoying the firm attentions of his lover’s mouth as it traveled to nip at his shoulder with small kisses. The prince’s hands had returned between the youth’s body and the bed to massage at his chest and abs while Hephaestion brought his own hands up near his face closing his eyes as he felt the fire ignite in the lower part of his belly. He was amazed at how mere seconds with Alexander could melt him into a submissive pile of sexual desire. Alexander knew every inch of the young Adonis’s body and knew he did not stand a chance once the king had set to bring him to climax, he could finish him with out ever entering his body. But Alexander was as much a romantic as he was a warrior when it came to Hephaestion, he never began what he didn’t take until morning to finish.

If one of the men entered the other’s chambers in the evening then it was a sure thing that they would be there in the morning and well into the afternoon sleeping off the night before in each others embrace. Hephaestion shuddered as a wet tongue trailed down the fold of his back as more and more of his robe was pulled away. No matter what Cassander had done that one moonlit night on the river bank, it could not compare to the passion that was released when Alexander and his greatest love joined. After all, Hephaestion had been Alexander’s gift from the gods. His beautiful reflections were broken when the rumble of Alexander’s voice vibrated against the skin of his lower back. “You smell of roses . . .” Embarrassed that he would say such a thing Hephaestion shot up onto his forearms his face covered in a fierce blush. “It’s those damn eunuchs you send me; they have me bathe in the petals each night!” Alexander laughed as he slid back up to place gentle kisses on his friend’s cheek. “I must praise them then, I love the smell of roses. And it’s light enough that I can still smell your scent.” This only succeeded in deepening the blush as the young general shut up his prince with a kiss. The king’s right hand came from the youth’s stomach to hold his cheek as he deepened the kiss, sharing a few moments in the splendor of hot breath and battling tongues.

Hephaestion took this opportunity to role onto his back, his emerald robe sliding completely open and laying flat on the bed spread. The youth was completely exposed beneath his still fully clothed king but Alexander did not take in his beautiful form as another might. The king knew that he could not stare to much at the naked body of his lover; it had the same affect as when he looked into Hephaestion’s eyes. All the temples of Athens could not compare to the beauty found there and it was one of Alexander’s greatest weaknesses. If he allowed himself to take in the sight of his friend writhing beneath him completely exposed, he would lose control and things would not go as slowly as he wanted. He merely deepened the kiss, resting one forearm next to his lover’s head and running his other hand through the twisted brown locks. Hephaestion's hands were sure and certain as his left entwined his fingers with his king’s and his right reached up to caress and massage the strong neck, pulling his lover closer.

He could not explain in words or thoughts how much he had missed this, how much either of them had missed the closeness they shared when they were together like this. The beautiful youth bent his knees slightly, bringing his legs to a position where Alexander’s hips rested fully on those of his friend. Both men were now fully erect and the blonde moaned into the kiss as their red lips finally pulled apart with a soft sound. Alexander released Hephaestion’s hand briefly to balance on his knees and reached for the hem of his tunic. The brunette sat up stopping him, “Let me . . .” The prince obliged his lover as the general’s hands pushed the white cloth over the firm and bulging muscles that covered every visible inch of Alexander’s skin. The tunic was not even completely over the blondes head before Hephaestion had returned his lips to his king’s. Alexander lowered his arms to over the other to embrace the slightly smaller frame and pull him close as the younger tossed the discarded cloth to the marble floor of the bed chamber. The two bodies fell back onto the mattress never breaking the contact of their lips as the general began to push the matching fabric down over his lover’s hips. In turn Alexander began to kick off his breeches never moving his hands from the back of his friend’s neck and shoulders. Both warriors were lying completely exposed on top of covers and the general’s robe. Neither felt the cold chill of the air gusting in from the open dais outside on the balcony, the heat between them was too great.

The friction of the two aching members as they rubbed against each other was nearly enough to climax both parties as they were, but both had trained their bodies to resist release where a lesser man would have fallen victim to much fewer ministrations. The king drifted slowly from his lover’s face, leaving him to wriggle and writhe into the fabric of his robe, his beautiful hands diving into the blonde’s hair. Alexander worked his way slowly down, taking great care to show each inch of his lover’s body the attention it needed and deserved. He focused on the collar bone that Cassander had marked, Hephaestion was glad that it had faded. He had been ready to kill the general when Alexander spotted the red welt of skin; he had had a real time of trying to convince his prince that it was just a bug bite. He smirked thinking that was partly true, he just had not been specific as to what type of bug. He broke from this thought as a moan passed his swollen lips. He raised his head slightly watching with half closed eyes as Alexander bit and sucked tenderly at a nipple causing it to turn red and making Hephaestion blush as he squirmed in response. The prince smiled and turned to give the same attention to the other puckered nub, rubbing his calloused hands up and down Hephaestion’s hips and inner thighs. He mentally reminded himself to be patient; all good things came in time, especially if your lover was the most beautiful man in Macedonia, Greece, and Persia . . . Hades probably the world.

Hephaestion reached a hand up to position pillows behind his head where he could watch his king as he pleasured him. He loved to watch Alexander knowing it was a sight that few had the privilege to see. Alexander looked up with a smirk knowing that Hephaestion had had enough of tender kisses and reaching a hand up to caress his friend’s cheek went lower. He left a wet trail from the youth’s chest all the way down to where he kissed the tip of the trembling member softly. It was fully erect, red and already weeping out the sweet essence that Alexander craved more than the sweetest wine in all Macedon. The king’s tongue dipped into the slit at the very tip causing a small thrust from Hephaestion’s hips as the prince tasted his prize for the first time that night. He smiled at the whimper that begged him to continue and dove fully onto the aching member, swallowing him to the hilt and raking his teeth along the base as he came back up. The general’s hands were balled into the green fabric below him as his hips began to thrust up into the hot mouth of his best friend and lover. Alexander went down again and again at alternating speeds driving his lover into a mad frenzy of ecstasy. He pulled off completely swirling his tongue about the head before nipping lightly at the tip and watching the organ shudder and twitch with approaching release. He took him in completely one last time and rubbed his tongue along the vein at the bottom side. The brunette lost all control as he thrusted up into the other’s throat and screamed his release. The king pulled back slowly, catching most of the release. He always enjoyed watching Hephaestion shudder and shake as he licked the last traces from his shaft and thighs. It never failed to bring his prize quickly back to full hardness and leaving him ready for more.

The blonde wasted no time in returning to his friend’s lips, having licked every drop of the sweet essence from his toned skin. He covered his mouth relishing in the younger man’s moan as he tasted himself on Alexander’s lips. He knew, twisted as it was that it was a tremendous turn on for both men. He continued kissing his lover as he set to prepare him for the other activities of the night. He reached over to the small marble top table that sat beside the bed searching for the small bottle of oil that both he and Hephaestion always kept close or even on their person. Removing the cork stopper he tipped the bottle and the strong scent of peppermint filled the air around them. Alexander smiled into the other’s mouth as he spoke running his tongue over Hephaestion’s bottom lip. “My favorite” He heard the other gasping for the breath to respond as he placed small kisses to his cheek and sucked lightly on his ear lobe, drawing it into his mouth with his teeth. “I – I know . . .” The admission that his lover had selected the oil just for him made his erection become painfully aware to him. He bit lightly on Hephaestion’s ear as two oil coated fingers slid inside the tight entrance of his friend’s body. The beauty of the general bucking and squirming to get closer to the penetration was beyond compare.

Alexander did not spend much time on preparation, there was no need to. Hephaestion was fit perfectly to him and he knew where every spot inside the others body lay. Once inside, the general was completely at the mercy of his king, he came when Alexander wanted him to come, which was usually when the prince himself came. His most cherished part of their joinings was when both youths climaxed together, holding so tight to each other's shuddering bodies that the force might break anyone else. He scissored his fingers a few time before pulling them free of the tight heat. He rubbed the remaining oil on his member feeling the cooling effects of the peppermint as it tingled across his sensitive organ. He could only imagine what Hephaestion was feeling inside. He rose slightly and turned Hephaestion onto his side raising one leg. This was the king’s favorite position and allowed for deeper penetration into his lover’s body. Hephaestion moved with him, trained to know exactly how to lie and how to offer himself to the one who knew him best. Hephaestion liked this position best as well all though he had never told his lover this. No words were spoken as Alexander positioned himself against the others tight entrance, the muscles relaxing in preparation to take him in. He made contact with the green eyes as he slid slowly inside. Hephaestion sighed as he was filled with the other; there had not been pain or discomfort for years. Alexander always felt like he belonged inside of his body, the only feeling that the young general did not like was when he did not have the throbbing heat filling him. He missed it when he was empty and always yearned for them to be joined.

Alexander knew this as well and did not bother wasting time for the other to adjust. He began his hard, quick thrusts going each time as deep as he could each time hitting that soft spot of flesh that caused the younger man to cry out in pleasure. Alexander’s moans and grunts were timed perfectly with the creaks of the bed and the jerking of the two men’s bodies as they slid up and down on the sheets, the silks rubbing together to produce a soft swishing sound. The slapping of the two bodies echoed into the room as Alexander placed a large hand on the side of his lover’s face. He held it there while the other hand was wrapped around the leg he held against his shoulder, grasping the other’s erection to stroke it in time with his own thrusts. Hephaestion met him each time, pushing hard onto the others member and clenching his muscles as Alexander thrusted in hitting the sweet spot deep inside. The effects were amazing for both men and once this dance had begun neither lasted long. The king could quickly feel his body approaching release and quickened his pace even more, turning Hephaestion’s quick cry into long sensual moans and whimpers as he was thrown into a torment of sheer ecstasy. The brunette's throbbing organ was twitching in the prince’s hand pouring the white sticky substance out of the slit and down the shaft to trail over his fingers lubricating the thrusting of his rough and calloused hand.

The king knew that neither could take much more and exacted his control over his lover’s body. Throwing all his weight into one thrust he held deep inside and exploded his hot release on the exact spot that drove his lover wild. The effect was beautiful, the youth’s body went rigid and his scream had to be muffled by Alexander’s lips, lest the entire city of Babylon be awakened. The general’s body shuddered and shook like it was going into fits as the muscled arms held tight to the blonde’s body and the firm beautiful hips were pressed firmly onto the invading erection. Hephaestion’s release was instantaneous as it shot across both men’s chests and speckled Hephaestion’s beautiful face with white. This always drove Alexander wild and he remained inside the other becoming hard once again. He restarted his thrusts but kept them small, slow, and short avoiding the sweet spot inside his lover, giving him a few moments before he would bring him back to life with a single insert. Both men had incredible stamina when it came to sex, battle, or anything. The king smirked as he licked the small white streaks from his friend’s face enjoying the taste of his conquest as he allowed Hephaestion to catch his breath. The brunette’s face was turned to lie on Alexander’s palm, his hot breath passing over the other’s fingers as they caressed his cheek. Alexander was still sucking the last few morsels of his lover’s release from the youth’s chest when he heard the general’s breath evening. The young beauty kissed his palm and that was his signal to start again as he thrust one time bringing the gasp from Hephaestion’s lips as his organ strained to full hardness once more.