#;alkibiades

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@athshainigh said: [ FOREHEAD ]:          placing a hand on the back of the receiver’s neck, the sender guides them close and rests their foreheads together. // one day i won't toss stentor at alki but clearly today is not that day

This battle had been too close of a call, closer than Alkibiades is really comfortable with. Many men died on both Athens' and Sparta's sides, and at some point, he lost Stentor in the fray. Pure, unadulterated fear runs through Alkibiades as he hurries back to Stentor's tent, fearing the worst, but when he sees them standing there, bloodied and bruised but alive nonetheless, he feels nothing but relief.

"Stentor--" He hurries over and throws his arms around him, trembling. Stentor places a hand on the back of his neck and pulls him close enough to press their foreheads together. Alkibiades breathes shakily, his hands coming up to cup Stentor's face. Why does he care so damn much? So much that he feels sick with it? The thought of losing Stentor nearly sent him over the edge.

Is this love, really and truly?

"I was so...I'm glad that you're alright. Are you hurt?" he whispers, voice shaking. "I'm sorry. I lost sight of you. I didn't mean to."

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@pyramultimuse Alexios to Alkibiades: "What did I do wrong? Was I boring? Did I ignore you?"

Deathless || Accepting

"Oh, gods, Alexios, what on earth are you talking about? Did you have a little too much wine to drink? Come here--"

Alkibiades sighs, resting his hands on Alexios' shoulders and tilting his head. He knows he's been busy. Perhaps he's been neglecting his favorite misthios, but politics require his full attention, as he's made quite the name for himself lately. A great speaker, an even greater general, Athens is practically eating out the palm of Alkibiades' hand, and it's something he's fantasized about for as long as he's been able to think about these things.

Still, he can see that Alexios is upset, so he leans up, pressing a kiss to his cheek with a laugh. "Have I been neglecting you, my darling misthios? Is that it? I am very sorry for that..you know how I adore you, how I beg for your company whenever you're around. You could never bore me. In fact, you are always such a breath of fresh air. One can only stand these stodgy politicians for so long before going insane."

Alkibiades shakes his head, an amused look on his face. "Look, χρύσιον, I have some time now. In fact...oh, I think my whole day just cleared up. Why don't we go back to my home and catch up? Perhaps I can make you feel much more welcome than I have been."

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"I'm going soon, gonna leave tonight." For Alkibiades

Lonesome dreams || Accepting

"Ah, I see."

The silence is heavy, Alkibiades' looming despair obvious. It feels like it wants to crawl under his skin and consume every inch of him until there is nothing left but a bitter, horrific shell. He really, really enjoys Kassandra's company, and if he's honest...sometimes she feels like one of the only true friends that he has. It comes with politics. He knows this. You can't really trust anyone because everyone has an ulterior motive, something they want, something that they could drag out of you inch by agonizing inch. Yet with her, it all feels so genuine.

He anxiously rubs his hands together and takes a deep breath, the melancholy mood suddenly gone (for how could he ever be so foolish as to seem so desperate?). "Well, I shouldn't be surprised, should I? Ever on the move you are, my dear misthios. Such is the life you lead. Just..promise me you'll come back and see me, hm?"

A pause and then "At least have a drink with me before you go. You know how I cherish your company!"

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∗ o9﹕ sender  falls  asleep  leaning  against  receiver . - for alki

Nonverbal prompts || Accepting

Alkibiades laughs as he falls onto the couch with Kassandra, having drank far too much, but it's fine, right? It's not like Perikles will miss them. Sometimes it's nice to get away from all the stern talk of politics and philosophy and war. Kassandra is a breath of fresh air, someone who doesn't care about any of that. It's nice. It's really nice.

He lets his head fall back against the couch and he closes his eyes, enjoying the silence. The voices of the others are muffled by the wall, a quiet din that he is glad to be away from for now. He turns his head to speak, but finds that Kassandra has dozed off on his shoulder. He blinks a few times, then sighs in adoration. "Oh you," he mutters, grabbing a nearby blanket and draping it over her.

Their friendship is something that he covets and something that he hopes he will have for a long time. So, for now, he lets her rest. She likely doesn't get enough sleep as it is. He will be here when she wakes, ready to hear whatever stories she has for him this time.

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not me thinking about how alkibiades' confidence and charm is really just like?? a front?? bc at the end of the day, he is terrified of people abandoning him. he is terrified of being left alone. he lost his biological father when he was a boy, he lost perikles (his adopted father) at 21. he doesnt want to lose anyone else, whether it be because they leave of their own volition or of something else.

which is why he clings to people and attaches so easily. you see it with sokrates and you see it with kass/alexios. in platos symposium, alkibiades gets SOOO jealous when he sees sokrates with another man, and i think the jealousy stems from his fear of abandonment. and you see it in odyssey, making kass/alexios do all these little errands for him just bc he wants them around.

and he knows his own reputation. hes a playboy, hes pretty, he sleeps around, theres no one in athens who DOESNT want him...but at the end of the day, he just wants to be loved, i think. and it makes me 😭

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@athshainigh said: ❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞ // and yes of course stentor @ alki

Stentor's voice is a low, deep rumble in Alkibiades' ear, tongue flicking out to drag along the shell of it. The strong warmth of his body pressed against Alkibiades' is enough to make his head spin. This little dalliance of theirs is still new, exciting, enough to keep Alkibiades coming back for more. So he hums, fingers trailing along Stentor's spine as he ponders his words, a slow, sly grin appearing on his face.

"Wherever you want, love," he breathes, nuzzling his nose against his cheek and pressing a kiss there. They're usually fast and desperate and rough with each other, so the slow down is...nice. It's a nice change of pace, one that Alkibiades wants to take full advantage of.

"You know what I like, hm? So surprise me." He giggles, giving Stentor's hair a playful tug before he turns his head to kiss him again. "You're so good at taking orders, but why don't you be in charge now?"

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“There’s something about the way you say my name that ruins me.” // sighing in stentor and alkibiades

Alkibiades blinks, his cheeks flushing with the sentiment. He wants to beg Stentor not to say such things because speaking like that only alights a terrible desire within him. When he loves, it is ugly. When he loves, he wants to devour, to consume, to keep every ounce of the other person to himself. His jealousy is horrific, his obsession even worse, yet he can't find it within himself to stop Stentor from growing close. He covets it, finds excuses to spend time with him when they shouldn't.

He thinks that he is utterly doomed. Maybe he welcomes it with open arms.

"Don't say that. Then I'll never leave," is what he says after a few moments, finally finding his confidence again. "I'll say your name as often as you like, in whatever context. As long as it is your name that I speak." He grins mischievously, fingers walking up his chest before he gently pushes him back towards the bed. "Oh, Stentor, my darling, I don't think you know what it is that you've done."

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[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard // and if i said reverse it for stentor and alki (freaks actually) what then? <3

You. Me. Now || Accepting

It's almost routine by now, this odd dance between them. They spend the day arguing over tactics, strategies, what the best ways to get around Athens' army would be. They spend the night writhing and moaning in each other's arms. Rinse and repeat when the sun comes up. Alkibiades doesn't have an issue with this arrangement, although he's starting to think that his feelings for Stentor are going beyond enjoying him as a bed partner.

There'd be time to ponder it later. For now, he slowly lifts his head, though not before dragging his tongue along the underside of his cock once more for good measure. Alkibiades grins a wicked grin, crawling back up over Stentor and grabbing his jaw. "Open wide, love," he coos as he leans close, slowly letting his spit drip into his mouth once he obliges.

Gods above, does Stentor now how utterly fucking hot he is? "You listen so well, darling," he praises, then finally slams their lips together in something akin to desperation. He pushes the Spartan down harder against the bed by his shoulder, hips grinding down at the same time. "Now be a good boy and fuck me," he breathes against his lips once they part. "Do you understand?"