Fandom: ALEXANDER
Pg: Alexander / Hephaestion
Prompt: * Rain, rain and more rain! I'm sick of hanging this damn tent! "
Notes: second fic written for the pOrnfest # 4 fanfic_italia ever and when ever. A little 'creative talents of my mother cooks while we were waiting, at least one is satisfied and does not think all'amount fish that eat dinner - yes, I do not like fish, I prefer red meat, I do not know if he had understood ... The stop, I promise. For tonight, at least. Enjoy!
were two days that was still raining. The drops were beating on the canvas tent with a constant ticking that gave him no respite even at night, in the end decided to stay awake and see if it actually would have stopped or not.
Hephaestion took out his sword from its sheath and took a cloth and began to polish it. He did it in slow motion, so relax and keep the nerves at bay. One thing I hated was that they could not move, it must stand still with nothing particular to do. After two days, or even reading the fighting seemed to distract him enough, for more Alexander was involved in some meetings, for which he could not even see the shadow.
Rain and more rain, if it did not stop soon it would be crazy if he felt it.
Suddenly, with a lightning movement, the tent flap was lifted and a figure rushed inside, cursing softly,
"Rain, rain and more rain! I'm sick of hanging this damn tent! "
Hephaestion's hand stopped on the hilt of the sword, while the eyebrows are arched and the term took on a tone of surprise. He looked at his king to shake off the cloak soaked with water and continue to curse as if she had not even seen. Which was probably true, given the attitude.
"Indeed, your majesty," he murmured, trying not to giggle softly, "this is not exactly the your tent ..."
The king of the Macedonians held up shooting the head, eyes framed only then that the figure sitting on the bed with a sword in his hand. Hephaestion grinned, while the other was watching him more carefully and realized that he did not wear anything, even though the temperature outside was not really hot.
Alessandro seemed foregone, a step backwards and saying, in a tone that would verge on the profound apologies and hid in a true pleasure, a certain desire, a certain ...
"Forgive me, Hephaestion. These meetings start to overcome, not to mention the rain ... it seems to have no end. "
Hephaestion shook his head, allowing you to laugh openly this time. He moved to the side, suggesting that the other could sit down if he wanted. Alex sighed, running a hand through his hair wearily rebels, before approaching and drop lying on the bed.
Hephaestion looked back at his sword, by wiping with a final coat of polish, put it back in its sheath and laid the cloth where he kept all his weapons. Turning, he saw that Alexander had closed my eyes and lay on his back, if he had not known, would have thought you were asleep.
He sat down again, making plans, and let his right hand stroked his breast covered by the sweater. Prepend long fingers lightly on the skin, following drawings and maps that only he knew. He bowed his head, lifting the hem of the shirt and kissing the side below, tasting the sweat that soaked his body, biting the top of the hip bone protruding, caressing his tongue with the shadow of a scar.
"Everything has an end, my king." He whispered, while his left hand traced the curves of that sculpted chest, looking Nipple and higher still, a collarbone, the base of the neck, with slow, measured gestures. Down again, is infiltrated under the fingers of the narrow fabric pants, extricating himself from wool and leather. Leather and leather, and Alexander, who now had his eyes open - Hephaestion was also felt out of control.
heard him sigh, as if annoyed, and stopped. He hesitated for a moment, that moment it took for the king of the world is pulled down and raised her face in her hands free, staring into his eyes. For a moment, Hephaestion came to recognize the destroyer of the world; for a while, including those Hephaestion was the man who was in front. And he did not have fear. Thus, when Alexander placed his lips on her own, smiled and returned the kiss, letting him ammonisse language and then play with her, at length, while the king's hand stroked, arousing his desire.
"No, Hephaestion. Not everything has an end. "I then heard muttering as he fell on him and on the State to touch it with his mouth, kissing it and then close your lips around. A long kiss, a slip of tongue and a touch of the hand that Hephaestion forced to close their eyes. In the darkness of that vision, he could feel King's fingers move quickly on him, going up and down, tightening and then loosening the grip as the State swelled. His wet tongue had stopped at the tip and licked greedily, as if to suck something other than seed.
Hephaestion groaned and came, unable to restrain himself further. With a grunt of satisfaction, Alexander raised his head, watching for a while, then lay on his back again, stripping himself of everything.
"This rain has no end." I said softly, laying a languid caress on the face of Hephaestion. "This world has no end. This night is very, very long. "
The other smiled, leaning over him and kissing his neck in several places, he felt the strong hands that guided him to get to get to the excitement of the king, as if they were asking for something.
"Yes, sire." Whispered the man, returning to lay his lips on her skin, not caring that while most of the rain had ceased falling.
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