“I have a gift for you.”
Hephaestion raised an eyebrow. He was standing in Alexander’s antechamber, having been summoned. It was late at night. He had no idea what he was doing here.
“You asked me something the other day,” Alexander said, signing for the pages to leave. He had wine at his elbow, Hephaestion noticed, but he didn't seem drunk.
“It’s late, what on earth—"
“You asked me something,” Alexander interrupted, standing and making his way towards the bedchamber, beckoning Hephaestion to follow. “And now you’re going to get the answer. Come.”
Hephaestion obeyed. Alexander’s eyes were gleaming, playful; Hephaestion knew how things were likely to go when that happened.
A single lamp was lit in the bedchamber; the rest was shadows, so it took Hephaestion a moment to notice the boy, standing by the bed.
Then he remembered. A drunken conversation, shouted over the din of a komos: “And how is he, your Persian boy? Have you had him yet?”
Hephaestion breathed out. He felt Alexander move up behind him, taking the cloak from his shoulders.
“Here, sit on the bed. No, at the edge.”
Hephaestion did so; there was a certain tautness in the room, reminding him of the tension in the air before a storm. He felt himself growing hard.
Alexander made a sign and the boy went to his knees. He looked down at the floor, not making eye contact. Hephaestion assumed he had been trained not to.
Alexander got onto the bed and knelt, shifting up behind Hephaestion, then spoke a single word.
“Bagoas.” The boy looked up, searching out his king’s eyes. Hephaestion felt Alexander nod once, and the boy moved forwards on his knees, somehow still graceful – a dancer’s grace, Hephaestion remembered – and reached out, pushing up Hephaestion’s chiton. He nuzzled at his cock, giving it little teasing licks that made Hephaestion hiss and jerk forwards slightly.
Hephaestion could feel Alexander’s answering hardness against the small of his back. Alexander’s voice was right in Hephaestion’s ear, low and already somewhat strained.
“He’s good, isn’t he? I almost spent at once, the first time. All over his pretty face—"
Hephaestion moaned, a hot jolt of desire running through him. He dragged Alexander into a kiss, to stop him speaking. Alexander licked forcefully into his mouth.
The boy was sucking him properly now, clever tongue flickering along Hephaestion’s length. Hephaestion had them both by the hair, Alexander curled tight against him, thrusting along with him, the boy between his legs, dark head bent to his task. Hephaestion rolled his eyes up to the obscurity of the ceiling, biting at his lip; the obscene noises, the slick sensations, Alexander’s harsh breath in his ear, were all driving him mad.
Alexander pressed up against him with a sigh, pushing Hephaestion’s hair back off his forehead and licking along his jaw. “No, let me hear you, come on, let me know how good it is. My gift.”
Hephaestion cried out as the boy suddenly, as if on cue, started taking him deeper, tongue still playing cunningly around the head.
“Yes,” Alexander hissed, panting, one hand now busy between their bodies, the other gripping Hephaestion’s shoulder hard. “So good, isn’t it? Don’t worry, he’s well-trained, he’ll swallow it all. Imagine, he must have done the same thing for him, for Darius—”
It was this thought, that he was fucking the same mouth that the Great King had, that sent him over the edge, with a loud cry and one final jerk on the boy’s hair.
The boy did indeed swallow it all.
Hephaestion collapsed back against the warm body behind him, felt the sudden wet spurt against his lower back that signalled Alexander’s own completion. He closed his eyes, pulling Alexander down against him, searching out his mouth with his own.
Eventually Alexander pulled away. Hephaestion opened his eyes. The boy was gone.
“Did you like it? The gift?”
Alexander reached down to touch him; Hephaestion, oversensitive, caught his hand and trapped it against the bedcovers.
“You know I did. I haven’t come that hard since you last let me inside you.”
Alexander’s eyes were gleaming again. “Maybe we could do it again. Maybe he could get us hard with his mouth and then I could fuck him and you could fuck me.”
Hephaestion groaned and rolled over, feeling himself twitch at the thought, despite everything. “Alexander. What’s got into you? Let me sleep.”
“Not tonight. I sent him away. But next time.”
“Next time,” Hephaestion agreed, drawing the covers around them.