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There's been too many sad stories here the past three days or so. Here is my solution to depression: smut. Hopefully less traumatizing than the last one I wrote.
Title: An Egyptian Bath
Author: Qaddafi the Ripper
Summary: Hephaistion and Alexander share a bath. Rated NC-17 for graphic sex.
The oppressive heat of Egypt was always there, turning the sand to fire and sapping a man's strength. Even at night, it didn't get much cooler. Water helped too, so long as it was cool, shaded water, and not the Nile. Had it not been at night in the large bath in the royal suite, Hephaistion didn't think he would have been in the mood for love.
But the soft evening breeze and the gentle water lapping at his chest made a perfect counterpoint to his passionate thrusts into Alexander. He moaned aloud as Alexander toyed with his nipple. Sweat covered the parts of their bodies not emerged in water. Incense burned in lamps not too far from the pool, causing the air to reek of foreign spice and sex. The bath itself could more properly be called a pool; it was built into the floor and was wide enough to service an infantry division.
A sound came from near the door, like that of someone tripping. A distant part of Hephaistion's mind noted it, but the rest of him was occupied with the body pressed against his and the fire in his veins.
It was the first time they'd lain together since just before the siege at Gaza. First there had been the catapult bolt that took Alexander in the shoulder; even now the wound was still livid, though it had mostly healed; Hephaistion pressed a kiss into it. Then came the tiring march to Egypt, which Alexander had naturally taken a part of, despite his injury. Once they'd reached Egypt, there had been so many ceremonies to make Alexander Pharaoh there'd barely been time to think of anything else. Add to that the cursed heat of this country, and it was no wonder they'd had neither the time nor the desire for love.
It was all the more pleasurable, for that they'd had to wait for it.
Hephaistion made a powerful thrust with his hips, eliciting a gasp from Alexander. Alexander was braced between Hephaistion and the wall of the bath. Unlike in Macedon, the Egyptians made gods of their kings. Yet here was Alexander, the latest Pharaoh, clutching Hephaistion desperately and crying aloud in pleasure. What did that make Hephaistion?
He trembled at the power of the thought and kissed Alexander fiercely. His hips surged forward faster, harder, and he noted distantly that he wouldn't last much longer.
He reached down and took Alexander's erection in his hand. He ran a finger slowly down the length of it. "Come for me, Alexander," he breathed. He looked into Alexander's eyes, finding them dark with passion. He pumped Alexander to the same rhythm of his hips. Alexander groaned and Hephaistion felt him tighten around his own length.
One final caress and Alexander came all over his hand, shouting his name. Hephaistion moaned as Alexander tightened around him further. His hips jerked once more and he found release deep inside his lover.
When the final tremors of passion left, Hephaistion rolled aside, pulling Alexander along with him until he was leaning against the side of the bath with Alexander lying on top of him. He carefully traced the wound in Alexander's shoulder. "Is it alright?" he asked softly. He'd tried to be careful of the injury.
Alexander shifted and rotated his shoulder slowly. "A little stiff. I'll be fine," he said when he saw a flash of guilt cross Hephaistion's face. "It's always stiff at night."
Hephaistion smiled. "I could rub some oil into it for you. Unless you'd rather have a slave do it for you..." he trailed off teasingly.
"Are you mad?" Alexander demanded. "I'll take any excuse I can get to have your hands on me." He gave Hephaistion a lingering kiss. After, they reluctantly pulled apart and climbed out of the bath. Three dark, Egyptian slaves appeared, bearing towels and refreshment. Hephaistion's skin grew warm, from the hot air and from wondering if the slaves had been spying on them. He hoped not; what they'd been doing wasn't entirely proper. At least he was fairly sure Egyptian slaves wouldn't go gossiping to the Greeks about anything they might have saw.
Alexander dismissed them abruptly, without even taking any of their offerings. Hephaistion saw that Alexander had gone rather red too. There were times, Hephaistion knew, that Alexander was willing to trade his crown for a little privacy.
Hephaistion took Alexander's hand. "Let me see your shoulder. If it gets any worse, Philippos will have my head." Alexander smiled and let Hephaistion lead him to his bed. He lay down and Hephaistion pulled out the jar of ointment that the physician had pointedly left in the king's room. He took some of the slick substance out and rubbed it gently into Alexander's shoulder.
As his hands moved over Alexander's skin, he tried to keep his mind on what he was supposed to be doing, not on how much he liked the feel of Alexander's slightly moist skin or on remembering what they'd just been doing. It was too damn hot for twice in one night.
His body didn't agree with him though, and he felt himself growing hard again. He finished rubbing the oil across Alexander's shoulder, and he leaned down and kissed Alexander deliberately. Alexander was momentarily surprised; he noticed Hephaistion's growing erection and pulled him down into the bed beside him. He ran his hand down to Hephaistion's stomach and he kissed Hephaistion's pectorals, which immediately hardened.
Alexander's mouth descended further, and Hephaistion forced himself to ask, "Are you sure about this? If you're in pain, we don't have to."
Alexander smiled, lips a breath away from Hephaistion's penis. "I'm sure," he said. Then he took Hephaistion in his mouth and any more arguments that Hephaistion might have made completely slipped his mind. He gripped the sheets as Alexander ran his tongue down his shaft teasingly. Sweat ran down his face and he wished fleetingly that he'd thought to suggest they get back into the bath where it was cooler.
His hips jerked up off the bed involuntarily as Alexander sucked him. He watched Alexander's head bob up and down and groaned. After a few more strokes of Alexander's lips and he came with a cry. Alexander drank his seed and Hephaistion shuddered in ecstasy.
He collapsed on the bed, panting. Alexander ran a hand across his sweat-damped brow and kissed him. Hephaistion could taste himself in Alexander's mouth. "I couldn't move now if my life depended on it," he said with weary satisfaction.
Alexander smiled and lay down next to him, wrapping an arm around Hephaistion's chest. "Then don't," he said. "I'd rather you stay here until morning." Hephaistion smiled back at him, then let the heat of Egypt, which no longer felt so stifling in comparison to other things, lull him to sleep.