anyway i need to put a dumb thing here for a friend so dont mind me
The fifth day had passed. The men were cleaning up the remainders of the feast, and bonfires lit the night like orange roses blooming through the pitch black soil. The air was tepid and sandswept, the Persian scent of spice and heat touching the noses of those who walked.
Alexander was lying in the innermost sanctum of his private quarters, comfortaby perched upon a mountain of fine pillows and decadent throws. He lazily gulped from his kantharos, wiping his mouth with his hand. These accursed weddings. He scoffed at his own idea, wondering why he was going through this whole conquering-the-world deal in the first place. His past self had considered how heartless he was being, and had decided to start to merge the two races of Macedonian and Persian. It was, in his opinion, drunken garbage he had spouted in an attempt to keep his popularity. He didn't want to get married to anyone, not to Roxanne or the daughters of Darius and Xerxes. He gulped again, looking to the corner of his room where Hephaestion sat at a desk, reading a letter. Alexander sniffled loudly, causing Hephaestion to turn and look at him. Hephaestion sighed with a tired smile for his ever-touchy king, putting down his reading and making his way towards Alexander.
"Majesty. You sound upset, somehow."
Just hearing his voice eased Alexander's mind. Alexander reached out to Hephaestion's head, and his friend bent down, allowing himself to be pet.
"Alexander..."
"No, not that. There's nobody else here, you know."
"Nonetheless, sire, it's a tent..."
Hephaestion pursed his lips slightly, putting a worn hand over Alexander's petting hand.
"Alex."
"That's better. What is it, my friend?"
"You're clearly troubled by something, you know. You always do this when you're stressed."
Alexander sunk deeper into his pillow throne, refusing to acknowledge Hephaestion's words. He removed his hand, closing his body and finishing off his wine.
"I'm fine."
"... Then you don't mind if I go see my new wife and connsumate the marriage like a true man..?"
Alexander said nothing, opting to huff and roll over.
"Go ahead. Make a kid. Further the race, please do." His voice was tainted with venom.
Hephaestion furrowed his brow, upset with this answer.
"Oi. Alex. That's not what you were supposed to say. Where's the "Oh, don't go Phassy, I need you to rub my feet and feed me leftover fruit"? What ever is the matter with you tonight?"
Alexander faced Hephaestion sharply, spitting on him and gritting his teeth.
"How old are you? Three?... Oh. Alexander, getting married was your big idea, you know. You cannot possibly be mad that I listened to you for once."
"I'm not mad at you! I'm mad at myself."
Alexander fumbled under a blanket. Hephaestion relaxed a little, realising the full situation. He clambered onto Alexander's pillow throne, hugging the lump that was under a blanket. Alxander would hate to admit that he liked it when he was spoiled like this, but frankly it wasn't really a hidden fact to begin with. Hephaestion snuggled into Alexander, not saying anything and trying to convey his emotions through warmth.
"... Hephaestion."
"Alexander?"
"I love you, you know."
"Mm, I know. You've told me almost every day of my life."
"I really do. I want to be married to you instead of anyone else."
"Alex, come now. The way we are is as good as, isn't it?"
Alexander unravelled himself, planting a kiss onto Hephaestion's lips.
"It's not. I want the gods to see how much I'm devoted to you."
Hephaestion flushed, looking away and batting his eyelashes. It wasn't often he saw Alexander this close. A face ravaged by years of war and torment and pain, Hephaestion felt like he needed to fix everything bad that ever happened to his lover. He kissed Alexander back, lingering on his lips for a second.
"The gods are always near us. They can see."
"Well... I don't want them to see what's gonna happen next."
"A-Alex-"
Known only to Hephaestion, Alexander had a set of very ansty and wandering hands. He felt Alexander's hands travel down his abdomen as he kissed and rolled Hephaestion over, such that Alexander was straddling him as they embraced in the center of the pillow heap.
Hephaestion broke the kiss for air. He wanted to admire the view for a little bit, of Alex being openly greedy and posessive of him. It was hard to imagine such a strong man could take it so well in both of his holes.
"... Stop staring at me."
"But you're so perfect, I can't help it."
"... Where's the oil..?"
"Somewhere over there. We don't need it, I can just use spit. We did it yesterday, anyway, it'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" "Alex, you're the one coming onto me."
Alexander wasn't listening to Hephaestion. He was more interested in his dick, which he was sucking as Hephaestion lectured him.
"- morals to do with this sort of thing are very twisted- Alex! I'm talking! Stop that."
"Shut up and get hard."
Hephaestion sighed, leaning back and putting a hand on Alex's head.
Arela i really dont have it in me to do anthing more than this or ill die or get arrested im dying from the cringe
