A offering from the movie verse
Title: Divinity
Pairing: A/H
Rating: NC-17 I suppose, or R
Summery: After the balcony scene in Babylon in the movie.
Divinity
“You never answered,” Alexander murmured, his fingers wandering lazily across his friend’s stomach.
Hephaistion lolled his head to the side, his eyes closed, gold hair tickling his face. “What?”
“Weakness or divinity?” Alexander repeated. “Which you see in me?”
“Hera’s tits, man,” Hephaistion groaned and rolled over, pushing his face against Alexander’s hair and laying half on top of him. He pushed himself up on one elbow, picked up his head and looked at him. Alexander glared his seriousness.
Hephaistion smiled, laughed, and kissed him when he began to speak again. There were other ways to keep him quiet but none were so enjoyable and Hephaistion employed them less in private. Alexander’s lips were already swollen.
“I see both,” he said breathlessly as they parted. His body pressed Alexander’s down, his lips found his again for a moment. His hand tangled in hair soft from Alexander’s earlier bath. “Weakness is found in all men; so is strength. I see much in you, I always have, and your strength is overwhelming at times. What weakness I see I doubt is apparent to others and never have I see it in the sense your father meant. Do you think I would have loved so completely a man like that?”
“No,” Alexander said, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. It was true enough; Hephaistion would never love another as he loved him.
“No,” Hephaistion repeated and pressed their lips together again. He rested his forehead on Alexander’s, so close he could not focus on his eyes but could feel their breaths mingling. “Sometimes I think I have always loved you, even before we met, so strongly do I love you now.”
Alexander laughed at that, surprising them both. He leaned up and took Hephaistion’s lips briefly. “I know it. Our love was always destined.”
“You sound,” Hephaistion told him, “as much a school boy as I do when you say such pretty things.”
Alexander laughed again and flipped them suddenly, catching Hephaistion off guard for a moment but only a moment. In the next they were wrestling for dominance on the bed, then nearly off the bed until Hephaistion grabbed Alexander by the arm, hauled him off the edge and pinned him, kissing him until neither of them could breath.
Alexander arched up after him when his lips withdrew. Hephaistion chuckled, scraping teeth along his jaw. He pulled back to look at him.
“How you strike me still,” Hephaistion said again, a throaty whisper against Alexander’s ear. “Still and always. Here then is your divinity, my Alexander.”
Alexander’s hands stilled where they had been gripping at his back hard. He turned his head, trying to find blue eyes. Hephaistion kissed him before their gazes could meet; long and slow and savouring, kisses trailed over his face after and Alexander’s hands on his back became a caress.
“Do you see what it is you do to those who follow you? Who fight with you?” Hephaistion asked. “By all the gods, I shall never lose sight of you on the battlefield you glow as if lit by the sun! You are so beautiful. People fear to be near you for they fear to be consumed by that fire. You inspire such things in men, Alexander. It is why I fear to lose you to the world; there is more there than the love of one heart could ever hope to touch.”
Alexander lunged partly out of his hold and grabbed his hair in both hands, taking his lips in a painfully hard kiss. He thrust upwards, Hephaistion melting down, and they clung together with a strength that would leave bruises.
“You will never lose me. You cannot. You are Alexander; I am Hephaistion. We share a soul; that can never be changed,” Alexander told him as their hands found willing flesh and the air became heady with the musk of their passion.
Hephaistion could never see what the others wanted with the harem girls, all softness and curves, perfumes and painted faces. No, not when there was this hard body with straight lines beneath him, firms lips and teeth on his skin and calloused hands moulding his body, the honest smell of sweat slicking their bodies. He knew well that no other would ever see Alexander thus, quivering against his thighs as Hephaistion matched their bodies with their souls.
This then, and he groaned and thrust and pressed his face against Alexander’s shoulder, this was life, this was love, this was such exquisite mortality he could hardly bear to feel it.
When they finally fell against each other, panting and spent and frighteningly alive, Hephastion lay heavily on top of Alexander and wished he never had to hear the wet sound of their parting. Alexander arched up and back as if to follow him when he withdrew.
He could not go far in any case. Alexander threw an arm around him and held on tightly. He pushed his face against Hephaistion’s sweat slicked skin, breaths ghosting against his shoulder. It was all well and good, save for the twinges in his shoulder.
“If we sleep like this I will never be able to use that arm again,” Hephaistion pointed out. Alexander made a protesting noise but relinquished the arm he had taken captive and they rearranged themselves, fitting together as they always had, Alexander’s back pressed tight against Hephaistion’s chest, feeling every breath he took.
Alexander had captured his arm again, but comfortably so. Hephaistion felt his fingers tracing lines against his palm. Hephaistion’s lips briefly touched the back of his neck. “What are you dreaming?”
“Nothing,” Alexander said softly, “In this moment there is no need to dream.”
Pairing: A/H
Rating: NC-17 I suppose, or R
Summery: After the balcony scene in Babylon in the movie.
Divinity
“You never answered,” Alexander murmured, his fingers wandering lazily across his friend’s stomach.
Hephaistion lolled his head to the side, his eyes closed, gold hair tickling his face. “What?”
“Weakness or divinity?” Alexander repeated. “Which you see in me?”
“Hera’s tits, man,” Hephaistion groaned and rolled over, pushing his face against Alexander’s hair and laying half on top of him. He pushed himself up on one elbow, picked up his head and looked at him. Alexander glared his seriousness.
Hephaistion smiled, laughed, and kissed him when he began to speak again. There were other ways to keep him quiet but none were so enjoyable and Hephaistion employed them less in private. Alexander’s lips were already swollen.
“I see both,” he said breathlessly as they parted. His body pressed Alexander’s down, his lips found his again for a moment. His hand tangled in hair soft from Alexander’s earlier bath. “Weakness is found in all men; so is strength. I see much in you, I always have, and your strength is overwhelming at times. What weakness I see I doubt is apparent to others and never have I see it in the sense your father meant. Do you think I would have loved so completely a man like that?”
“No,” Alexander said, meeting his gaze unflinchingly. It was true enough; Hephaistion would never love another as he loved him.
“No,” Hephaistion repeated and pressed their lips together again. He rested his forehead on Alexander’s, so close he could not focus on his eyes but could feel their breaths mingling. “Sometimes I think I have always loved you, even before we met, so strongly do I love you now.”
Alexander laughed at that, surprising them both. He leaned up and took Hephaistion’s lips briefly. “I know it. Our love was always destined.”
“You sound,” Hephaistion told him, “as much a school boy as I do when you say such pretty things.”
Alexander laughed again and flipped them suddenly, catching Hephaistion off guard for a moment but only a moment. In the next they were wrestling for dominance on the bed, then nearly off the bed until Hephaistion grabbed Alexander by the arm, hauled him off the edge and pinned him, kissing him until neither of them could breath.
Alexander arched up after him when his lips withdrew. Hephaistion chuckled, scraping teeth along his jaw. He pulled back to look at him.
“How you strike me still,” Hephaistion said again, a throaty whisper against Alexander’s ear. “Still and always. Here then is your divinity, my Alexander.”
Alexander’s hands stilled where they had been gripping at his back hard. He turned his head, trying to find blue eyes. Hephaistion kissed him before their gazes could meet; long and slow and savouring, kisses trailed over his face after and Alexander’s hands on his back became a caress.
“Do you see what it is you do to those who follow you? Who fight with you?” Hephaistion asked. “By all the gods, I shall never lose sight of you on the battlefield you glow as if lit by the sun! You are so beautiful. People fear to be near you for they fear to be consumed by that fire. You inspire such things in men, Alexander. It is why I fear to lose you to the world; there is more there than the love of one heart could ever hope to touch.”
Alexander lunged partly out of his hold and grabbed his hair in both hands, taking his lips in a painfully hard kiss. He thrust upwards, Hephaistion melting down, and they clung together with a strength that would leave bruises.
“You will never lose me. You cannot. You are Alexander; I am Hephaistion. We share a soul; that can never be changed,” Alexander told him as their hands found willing flesh and the air became heady with the musk of their passion.
Hephaistion could never see what the others wanted with the harem girls, all softness and curves, perfumes and painted faces. No, not when there was this hard body with straight lines beneath him, firms lips and teeth on his skin and calloused hands moulding his body, the honest smell of sweat slicking their bodies. He knew well that no other would ever see Alexander thus, quivering against his thighs as Hephaistion matched their bodies with their souls.
This then, and he groaned and thrust and pressed his face against Alexander’s shoulder, this was life, this was love, this was such exquisite mortality he could hardly bear to feel it.
When they finally fell against each other, panting and spent and frighteningly alive, Hephastion lay heavily on top of Alexander and wished he never had to hear the wet sound of their parting. Alexander arched up and back as if to follow him when he withdrew.
He could not go far in any case. Alexander threw an arm around him and held on tightly. He pushed his face against Hephaistion’s sweat slicked skin, breaths ghosting against his shoulder. It was all well and good, save for the twinges in his shoulder.
“If we sleep like this I will never be able to use that arm again,” Hephaistion pointed out. Alexander made a protesting noise but relinquished the arm he had taken captive and they rearranged themselves, fitting together as they always had, Alexander’s back pressed tight against Hephaistion’s chest, feeling every breath he took.
Alexander had captured his arm again, but comfortably so. Hephaistion felt his fingers tracing lines against his palm. Hephaistion’s lips briefly touched the back of his neck. “What are you dreaming?”
“Nothing,” Alexander said softly, “In this moment there is no need to dream.”