A/H fic: Dearer Still
Trying out a new default icon. Dunno if I like it yet, but Velma seems quite appropriately sullen in this one.
Title: Dearer Still
Fandom: Alexander the Great
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Let's talk about top/bottom dynamics for this pairing :>
Disclaimer: Complete and utter fiction.
Feedback: Would be appreciated
Also: I did some research on Alexander's eye colour and apparently they were either grey or were two different colours (heterochromias?). Since more sources seem to say grey, including, if I'm not mistaken, Renault, I went with that. *shrug* i suppose it doesn't matter, really.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
-Aristotle, from Diogenes Laertius, Lives of Eminent Philosophers
Even in sleep, Alexander's face was strong. Not for him the soft, weakened, vulnerable expression of deep repose; he seemed to close his eyes merely in contemplation of some intricate task, as if quietude had no place in proximity with his boundless energy, tranquility no hope of overcoming his voracious zeal. Hephaistion looked upon his slightly furrowed brow, his lips - not parted in relaxation, but held together in lines of unquestionable tenacity. He did not fight the urge to reach out and touch the lips, if only to convince himself that it was real, that Alexander would bestow on him this right, would even welcome it.
The lips were warm, of course, and soft. Hephaistion marveled that his thumb could make the small depression, that the flesh sank beneath the pressure. They looked so taut, yet yielded so willingly to his touch, not unlike their owner, he reflected with a flash of pride - a flash which burst suddenly and violently, blinding him for a moment, but immediately disintegrated in its nascence to reopen the insurmountable chasm of doubt that constantly surrounded him, pushed in on him, made him claustrophobic with its insistence.
So fixed was he on the indentation he had made in Alexander's lip that he was startled to see Alexander's eyes open, but the surprise lasted only for a moment; upon reflection Hephaistion acknowledged to himself that it would be incredible if Alexander's eyes had not opened - such was his alertness. The eyes glittered like agates, and for the thousandth time Hephaistion found himself mired in their depths, lost and flailing, weak and completely assailable. He watched, almost observed, as Alexander parted his lips slightly, and his thumb slipped into the warm heat of Alexander's mouth. It was without fear that Hephaistion contemplated the possibility of being swallowed whole; if anything, it was what he most desired of all things - to be that much a part of Alexander, to feed him and rest within him forever.
He was overcome with emotion.
"Alexander," he choked, and withdrew his thumb, feeling air cool the wetness.
"What is it?"
"I am afraid."
Alexander blinked once, then reached up to stroke the face above his own.
"I am here," he replied, and it should have been enough.
Hephaistion heard the tears in his own voice before he felt them on his cheek. "If I can become so lost here, next to you, looking into your eyes, how am I to keep hold of you if we are parted?" He buried his face in the skin between Alexander's shoulder and his ear, and his hand crept slowly from where it rested on Alexander's face down the lines of his neck and finally halting on his chest. By rote he found the small nub of Alexander's nipple with his thumb, wet and cold as it was, and Alexander gasped.
"You have me, you have me," Alexander managed, and with his powerful arm he brought Hephaistion's head up from where it rested near his collar bone. Their mouths met with renewed urgency, Alexander taking Hephaistion's bottom lip between his teeth, and Hephaistion forcing the teeth apart to thrust his tongue deeply into Alexander's mouth. He felt the golden body thrum beneath his as he stroked and thrust and bore down with his hips, shuddered as he felt the strong thighs tremble around his waist.
"Even inside you," Hephaistion panted, "Especially inside you, I flounder."
"Never...flounder," Alexander rasped, the gray of his eyes smoky and insatiable. "You...are...my life! My strength," he whispered, head falling back as Hephaistion thrust powerfully into him.
Hephaistion bent forward, his forehead resting on the bed, cheek perfectly aligned with Alexander's, and his hands smoothed their way outward from Alexander's chest to glide over shoulders, elbows, and wrists, and he twined their fingers together above their heads. His voice was useless now, he could speak only with his body, trying with all his strength to bury himself in his beloved, to embed himself so deeply that he could never be removed, never detach himself, never be lost. He pushed blindly and urgently, intimating himself so absolutely that when Alexander cried out in ecstasy he could not help but follow the moment afterward.
Alexander held him close. Hephaistion whispered, "You must take me with you, wherever you go."
He never quite understood the sadness in Alexander's eyes as he replied: "And wherever you go, I will surely follow."
*
And if, after that, anyone is interested, my other three A/H fics:
The Night Before
The First Night
The Dark
Title: Dearer Still
Fandom: Alexander the Great
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Let's talk about top/bottom dynamics for this pairing :>
Disclaimer: Complete and utter fiction.
Feedback: Would be appreciated
Also: I did some research on Alexander's eye colour and apparently they were either grey or were two different colours (heterochromias?). Since more sources seem to say grey, including, if I'm not mistaken, Renault, I went with that. *shrug* i suppose it doesn't matter, really.
What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies.
-Aristotle, from Diogenes Laertius, Lives of Eminent Philosophers
Even in sleep, Alexander's face was strong. Not for him the soft, weakened, vulnerable expression of deep repose; he seemed to close his eyes merely in contemplation of some intricate task, as if quietude had no place in proximity with his boundless energy, tranquility no hope of overcoming his voracious zeal. Hephaistion looked upon his slightly furrowed brow, his lips - not parted in relaxation, but held together in lines of unquestionable tenacity. He did not fight the urge to reach out and touch the lips, if only to convince himself that it was real, that Alexander would bestow on him this right, would even welcome it.
The lips were warm, of course, and soft. Hephaistion marveled that his thumb could make the small depression, that the flesh sank beneath the pressure. They looked so taut, yet yielded so willingly to his touch, not unlike their owner, he reflected with a flash of pride - a flash which burst suddenly and violently, blinding him for a moment, but immediately disintegrated in its nascence to reopen the insurmountable chasm of doubt that constantly surrounded him, pushed in on him, made him claustrophobic with its insistence.
So fixed was he on the indentation he had made in Alexander's lip that he was startled to see Alexander's eyes open, but the surprise lasted only for a moment; upon reflection Hephaistion acknowledged to himself that it would be incredible if Alexander's eyes had not opened - such was his alertness. The eyes glittered like agates, and for the thousandth time Hephaistion found himself mired in their depths, lost and flailing, weak and completely assailable. He watched, almost observed, as Alexander parted his lips slightly, and his thumb slipped into the warm heat of Alexander's mouth. It was without fear that Hephaistion contemplated the possibility of being swallowed whole; if anything, it was what he most desired of all things - to be that much a part of Alexander, to feed him and rest within him forever.
He was overcome with emotion.
"Alexander," he choked, and withdrew his thumb, feeling air cool the wetness.
"What is it?"
"I am afraid."
Alexander blinked once, then reached up to stroke the face above his own.
"I am here," he replied, and it should have been enough.
Hephaistion heard the tears in his own voice before he felt them on his cheek. "If I can become so lost here, next to you, looking into your eyes, how am I to keep hold of you if we are parted?" He buried his face in the skin between Alexander's shoulder and his ear, and his hand crept slowly from where it rested on Alexander's face down the lines of his neck and finally halting on his chest. By rote he found the small nub of Alexander's nipple with his thumb, wet and cold as it was, and Alexander gasped.
"You have me, you have me," Alexander managed, and with his powerful arm he brought Hephaistion's head up from where it rested near his collar bone. Their mouths met with renewed urgency, Alexander taking Hephaistion's bottom lip between his teeth, and Hephaistion forcing the teeth apart to thrust his tongue deeply into Alexander's mouth. He felt the golden body thrum beneath his as he stroked and thrust and bore down with his hips, shuddered as he felt the strong thighs tremble around his waist.
"Even inside you," Hephaistion panted, "Especially inside you, I flounder."
"Never...flounder," Alexander rasped, the gray of his eyes smoky and insatiable. "You...are...my life! My strength," he whispered, head falling back as Hephaistion thrust powerfully into him.
Hephaistion bent forward, his forehead resting on the bed, cheek perfectly aligned with Alexander's, and his hands smoothed their way outward from Alexander's chest to glide over shoulders, elbows, and wrists, and he twined their fingers together above their heads. His voice was useless now, he could speak only with his body, trying with all his strength to bury himself in his beloved, to embed himself so deeply that he could never be removed, never detach himself, never be lost. He pushed blindly and urgently, intimating himself so absolutely that when Alexander cried out in ecstasy he could not help but follow the moment afterward.
Alexander held him close. Hephaistion whispered, "You must take me with you, wherever you go."
He never quite understood the sadness in Alexander's eyes as he replied: "And wherever you go, I will surely follow."
*
And if, after that, anyone is interested, my other three A/H fics:
The Night Before
The First Night
The Dark