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08. Belonging

Title: Belonging
Fandom: RPF Historical
Pg: Alexander / Hephaestion
Prompt: "It is not as it seems."
Notes: Written for the fourth edition of the pOrnfest fanfic_italia . They revived it seems, the influence I have killed, well, no. Second fic Alexander / Hephaestion, with much love and a bit 'of pain. Porniness and there is almost no sex, I ask forgiveness to the next fic I'll try to fix it, I promise! Dedicated to
sourcream_onion because I know she likes taaanto Alexander & Hephaestion \u0026lt;3

Risi floor, bending down more on him, almost as if I wanted to touch the face. I saw his eyes wide and surprised that smirk falter, centered.
"Lord ..." his voice was little more than a whisper, and left him near me so dumbfounded, speechless. I was aware of the fascination that my figure and my person emanated. I was conscious in an almost painful, and it amused me. Everyone knew that my relationship with Alex was special, everyone knew that somehow I was her lover, no one asking questions, taking the figure of Roxanne to hold in high regard, but everyone on the battlefield, do not hesitate to launch a second glance as we passed.
do not know how this news comes at the palace, I do not know if the King of Macedonia with his wife exculpate or him to speak. I was not interested, did not matter. He, here was mine, and I did enough in this news comforting part. Meanwhile I had fun to exercise my power over the subject and enjoy seeing their fear or their admiration. Sometimes I could see the desire in his eyes, wish that was never paid.
Now that Alexander was with her, after this long campaign, I felt alone. Damn only that, but how could I complain? I sat at dinners and banquets, we went hunting together, kept me for the kind gestures. I could see he was trying to hold the weight of their actions well balanced, and had to be agony, I admit, but this did not make me feel less lonely.
My face was close to that of the soldier, I could see the little lines down his face, I could study the thin lips and sunburned, I could touch it, So close, but a flicker of his eyes stopped me. The soldier stepped back quickly, finishing with their backs to the wall seemed to have been panicked. My eyes followed the trajectory that had drawn her, ending sull'androne the door of the room. One hand resting against the frame, Alex looked at us, the term neutral. Light eyes were cold, and for a moment I thought I could see a flash of anger and annoyance. The king took a step forward and I felt the tension in the room to rise dramatically.
"My lord ... not ... not as it seems." The voice of the soldier was crossed by a tremor; idiot. He would have done better to remain silent rather than to imply the king of the possible implications of my act. Alexander made a gesture with his hand as if to put out a lock of hair from his eyes, the soldier made a profound bow before vanishing, passed by without touching them.
Sbuffai loudly, pulling back his long hair and leaning on the wall where it was placed just before the man. I looked at it, tasting its perfection. The muscular shoulders were uncovered, due to the high temperature, as well as the chest. The light trousers wrapped her legs, leaving barely visible protruding bones of the hips, some scar was visible, faded by sun and time. His face was an inscrutable mask as we walk, pass near.
"I did not want to interrupt your fun." I heard him say in a low growl. Almost smiles, surprised by the tone. I had never heard a similar pitch to use, at least with me.
"Do not worry, sir. The victim will be taken away from me just enough to make me just want to spend the play with him. "
I never saw him. I did not see the mask fall, while the boom snapped to the side and the open palm hit me in the face, sending a flash of pain to pierce
my nerve endings. I had no time to think before he took me by the neck - and was higher than it was him! - Trying to lift off the ground. His eyes were now a dark blue, stormy sea, and shook me, leaving me breathless.
"How dare you take advantage of my money within these walls?! How dare you have fun with those who serve me and fight for me?! How dare you exercise that kind of power over them?! How dare you? "My breath was cut off in her throat at that moment I did not care that he could strangle and kill me. His voice echoed in my mind as the roll of a drum and the words they put us a while before she understood. It was then that I could get her hands and pull me by force, pushing him violently backward. Almost lost his balance before leap at me, furious. I grabbed him by the wrists, stopping their advance.
"How can you go and find solace under the roof of one who keeps you and you care? How can you prove your fun in subduing a subject? Threatening, perhaps? How to convince them to follow you? How to convince them to come in your bed ... "
This time I was taking it by the shoulders and shake him and ended up pushing back a second time. I nearly fell out of breath and leaned against a low table.
"In the same way you've convinced me to share your bed and kiss your wounds after each fight, before he got that woman. How dare you address me in that tone?! Call your name in the same way when you are in bed? Will comfort you in the same way when you return from a battle? Include your blood and your fury? Your desire to destroy and kill? How dare you talk like that, that I'm the only person who is not afraid of you? How could you? "A step forward, a hand darted forward to deal a blow on his right cheek. The king of the Macedonians did not move, taking the shot before drawing a deep breath. I saw him coming, I put on him and saw him throw for an instant I remembered when I was little and played in the war. Then again do not we loved each other, not so. Then we would have never done so badly.

I tried to open the eye and less pesto mugugnai; buttressing both hands on the ground I pulled partially down, resting on the legs of the one seat remained intact. I breathed deeply, savoring the damage: a black eye, a split lip, scratches and various bruises on his legs, nothing too serious. Bowing his head Alexander observed, lying next to me. A cut on his right eyebrow would not stop bleeding, he should be medicated. The left hand had two fingers that were becoming red and swollen, but they would remittances with a cold pack; Clito would kill me if I touched his hands, and I had a little common sense. He had some bruising on his chest and a scratch on his right arm, but seemed healthy.
Risi, heedless of the pain.
"I hope you serve as a lesson." I said, pulling up hard. I kept staring at him until he opened his eyes and looked at me.
"Are you going to die, Hephaestion?"
laughed taste, going to squat beside him.
"Never before you, my king. Do not make me as foolish. "The wet scostai a lock from her face, before looking down at his lips. Her teeth sank into her lower lip hurt before letting his tongue lick the blood. The right hand grasped my neck, pushing my face against hers, and forced his tongue inside my mouth and sank it with arrogance. Meanwhile his free hand was down my pants, pulling the strings.
"Alexander ..." I tried to get away but his hand held me firmly.
"There you go, Hephaestion. Do not leave me, not now. "Hissed, tearing the fabric of the garment I wore. I sighed, bowing his head slightly.
"As you wish, sire." I muttered. His gaze seemed full blast, like his voice.
"You belong to me, Hephaestion. As this world. Please Hephaestion. You are what separates me from madness. "Once again, I sighed, touching his forehead with mine.
"Yes, Alessandro. I belong to you. "