Title: Complete
Author: Morgana
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Web page: http://www.paranoid.nl/avalon
Pairing; Hephaestion/Bagoas/Alexander
Overall rating: NC-17
Summary: The morning after Alexander’s wedding Bagoas
wakes up in Hephaestion’s arms and realizes they are not alone anymore.
Disclaimer: These characters are not mine. I
am burrowing them from the movie “Alexander.”
Warnings: AU.
Author’s note; This section is described from Alexander’s POV.
Beta read by Veresti.
All remaining mistakes are mine.
Complete
Seeing them curled up together is a dream come true. I don’t remember how many times I dreamt
of finding them in such a way. Hephaestion is on the outside, protectively
curled around Bagoas and his fingers are still tangled in that raven hair that
I love so much.
I don’t understand how I can love them both.
Hephaestion and I have been lovers since early childhood and I always felt –
and I still think so – that our soul was split during birth. He *is* the other
half of my soul and I only feel complete when we make love. I would surely die
if I lost him.
And then there is Bagoas. I still remember the
first time I looked into those dark eyes, so very different from Hephaestion’s
azure ones. It was in Darius’s harem that I noticed him the first time. Bagoas
is handsome – no, he is beautiful on the inside as well as on the outside. He
is always close when I need him and he is always honest with me. Like
Hephaestion he is someone who will tell me when I make a mistake. And he loves
me with a passion that sometimes scares me. Bagoas doesn’t know this, but I
realized a long time ago that he felt jealous of Hephaestion and I even
suspected him of making plans to do away with my beloved Hephaestion. That, I
would not have allowed.
I love them both. It is as simple as that.
My marriage won’t be simple however. I have
feelings for Roxanne, but they don’t compare to what I feel for these two men,
curled up on my bed.
I took a bath before returning to my tent; I
don’t want to bring her scent here, where my lovers rest. My lovers… I smile,
almost giddily. Hephaestion managed to convince Bagoas and for that, I will
always be grateful.
I remove my tunic and lift the sheet,
stretching in front of Bagoas, who remains blissfully asleep. Hephaestion’s
eyes, however, have opened and my beloved looks at me with puzzlement, but I
also see the love and satiation in them. He stopped lying to himself. “You made
me very happy, Hephaestion.” I love speaking his name, which to me sounds like
the ultimate declaration of love.
“It was easier than I expected,” whispers
Hephaestion, careful not to wake Bagoas. “He was willing when I suggested we
made love.”
“And he knows that this is what I want? Did
you tell him that?” I drape an arm across Bagoas’ waist and my fingers caress
Hephaestion’s skin. He responds to my touch by pressing closer to Bagoas.
“He knows. I told him.” Hephaestion licks his
lips and says, “Alexander…”
I sigh, hearing him speak my name in such a loving
tone. “Hephaestion…”
A smile is born on Hephaestion’s face and his
sparkling eyes seem to devour me alive. “What is it?”
“If you still want to follow through, this is
the moment to make your intentions known to Bagoas. We should not wait.”
It takes me a moment to truly understand what
he is saying. “You want us to make love now?”
Hephaestion nods once. “I want Bagoas to feel
comfortable with this arrangement. I don’t know how he will react to seeing you
in bed with us.”
I give his suggestion some thought. “You are
right.” We should make love now, the three of us, and confirm this new
relationship. “How do you suggest we do this?”
“Leave that to me,” says Hephaestion and I
love seeing that wicked expression in his eyes. Maybe it seems strange that I
love him being in control in bed. I never gave it much thought; it just
happened. It has always been this way – ever since the beginning. The first
time we made love was during a wrestling match. The other boys had long left
and it was just the two of us. Hephaestion bested me at the game – he is the
better wrestler of the two of us – and things evolved from there. I received
him into my body and feeling him so close, feeling his love for me made my
world right. Yes, I have taken Hephaestion on occasion. There are moments when
even the strongest needs to surrender and during such moments he trusts himself
to me completely. But he knows he has to be the strong one in private and he
has never let me down. I love him even more for it.
I give him a look filled with longing and then
turn my attention to Bagoas, who is beginning to stir. His face is only inches
away from mine and I move closer, brushing his lips with mine. I love seeing
his large, dark eyes open and look at me in rapture. This is the moment when
everything can still fall apart and I act quickly, kissing him deeply. At the
same time, I see his eyes grow big. He has realized that Hephaestion is in bed
with us and for one moment fear fills those black eyes. “Hush,” I whisper, briefly
letting go of his lips. “I want this. Bagoas, you have made us very happy to
agree to this. We love you, you know that, don’t you?” Hephaestion’s fingers
caress Bagoas’ hair and he nuzzles our lover’s throat.
“Us?” whispers Bagoas.
I understand. “Yes, Hephaestion and I, we are
one.” I thought he would have long realized this. “When you make love to one of
us you are making love to both of us.” I desperately want to reassure him that
this is what I want.
Bagoas tilts his head and manages to look at
Hephaestion. I can see him thinking. It is the way he frowns when he ponders
something deeply.
“Alexander speaks the truth,” says
Hephaestion. “You are our lover now and this is what we want.”
I love him even more for saying that, for
giving this to me – to us. I would be lost if I didn’t have Hephaestion to
ground me, to support me, to love me. “Hephaestion and I want you here, Bagoas.
It will be the three of us from this moment on. Are you comfortable with that?”
I do realize I am giving him little choice. He loves me so much that he would
agree to anything.
“I think I am.” But Bagoas’ tone is hesitant
and his body language reveals unease.
“I understand that this is awkward,” says
Hephaestion, who thankfully always knows what to say and when. I give him a
grateful smile, which will hopefully encourage him to continue. “But that is
because this is our first time together. You will grow used to it,” continues
Hephaestion, placing tiny kisses on Bagoas’ shoulder blade in between his
words.
Now it is my time to seduce Bagoas with words,
though I know from personal experience that little seduction is necessary – he
simply loves me too much. “I want us to make love, Bagoas… right here, right
now.” Bagoas’ eyes show surprise and insecurity. I move in quickly and kiss
him. Sliding my hands into his raven hair, they encounter Hephaestion’s and I
brush my beloved’s fingertips.
I pull back and see the uncertainty is still
there. Bagoas always tries to shield his emotions, but I learned to read them a
long time ago. My heart still aches for what was done to him at such young an
age. I even talked to the other eunuchs to inquire if something could be done
about Bagoas’ condition. It saddens me that he will never experience an
erection and the release that follows when the seed erupts from the head. I
regret that he will never know the pleasure of taking me, of being inside me
and looking into Hephaestion’s eyes, I can tell that he shares my feelings. But
alas, Bagoas was castrated at too young an age and I, the King, can do nothing
about it.
“Al'skander,”
whispers Bagoas, closing his eyes when the sensual touches threaten to
overwhelm him.
I am surprised to hear him speak my name at
this point. He once told me that he was trained to speak as little as possible
in the bedroom, for it wasn’t his place to question things. I want to encourage
him and run my fingers along his jaw line. “What do you want to tell me?”
Hephaestion’s fingers caress Bagoas’ thigh and
meet mine. We briefly entwine our fingers and I smile at him. This is what I
always wanted!
“I…”
I can tell that some inner struggle is going
on in Bagoas’ head. He needs reassurance. “Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
“Al'skander, why did
you never tell me that… that is what you want?”
I see an emotional pain in Bagoas’ eyes and I
kiss his eyelids, trying to make it go away. “I didn’t think you would agree,
Bagoas.” The time for honesty has come. “You see, I always suspected that
Hephaestion liked you more than he wanted you to know. I have seen it in his
eyes, but you, you hated him.” Bagoas swallows hard. I can imagine that this is
the last thing he wants to hear and I soothe him by pressing close to him.
Reaching for Hephaestion I bury both of them in an embrace. “I didn’t want you
to hate me too.”
“I could never hate you,” whispers Bagoas, in
obvious shock. “I love you, Al'skander.”
I give him a blinding smile. “Do you love me
enough to make love to us?” Or is he sore? Hephaestion is an attentive lover
and knowing him as well as I do I would be surprised to find that he wasn’t
gentle with Bagoas.
“I want that too,” whispers Hephaestion into
Bagoas’ ear and his gaze meets mine. “I would be inside Alexander and he would
be inside you. Do you want that, Bagoas?”
Bagoas is confused and I understand where his
confusion is coming from. His ‘training’ revolved around pleasuring others and
now he has two lovers who are determined to pleasure him instead. “Let us give
this to you. Let us love you,” I whisper, gently caressing his lips. Bagoas’
tongue dashes out and licks my fingertips. “Is that a yes?”
“Yes,” mumbles Bagoas, blushing weakly.
“We will take good care of you,” says
Hephaestion, massaging the firm flesh of Bagoas’ buttock.
“I want you to focus on receiving our love,
Bagoas. Try to accept what we are giving you.” I hope he really understands
what I am trying to tell him.
“I will try,” whispers Bagoas in a trembling
voice.
I break eye contact with Bagoas and look at
Hephaestion, knowing that he will guide us during our lovemaking. “Tell me what
you want me to do.”
“Move onto your back, my Alexander…”
Hephaestion’s words make me moan and I press
one more kiss onto Bagoas’ lips before following his order. I stretch next to Bagoas
and see the return of his insecurity. “Trust us, Bagoas.” He nods, but a hint
of uncertainty remains.
Hephaestion takes charge and whispers into
Bagoas’ ear, “Take the vial and prepare him for me.”
Bagoas’ eyes widen and the already large eyes
remind me of a deer about to be speared and killed by hunters. “Please do as he
asks,” I say, pulling Bagoas atop of me. Our ways to make love are limited in
that way that he can never take me. Bagoas is always on the receiving end and
as a result I try to empower him as much as I can. I prefer seeing him ride me,
atop of me, with his hair dancing against his back and shoulders.
“I have never…” Bagoas looks at Hephaestion
from over his shoulder. “I have never prepared him.”
“There is a first for everything,” says
Hephaestion, resting on his side and stroking his erection. “I am certain you
know what to do.”
Of course does Bagoas know what to do, but he
never did it to me. He does prepare himself for me if I ask him to do so, but
he has never done this to me. I part my legs and give him an encouraging smile.
“Uncap the vial, Bagoas.”
After drawing in a deep breath and giving me
one final look asking for permission, he pours a generous amount of the oil
onto the palms of his hands.
“Do you really want me to do this?”
“I desire nothing more than feeling your
fingers inside me,” I whisper and his blush grows darker. “Come here, Bagoas.”
I reach for his hand and guide him toward the opening of my body. I must admit
that this feels a bit odd. Normally it is Hephaestion preparing me for our
lovemaking, but my beloved is right. Bagoas needs to be included now that it is
the three of us. “Be gentle with me.”
Bagoas nods his head once and gingerly touches
me, massaging the outer ring. I catch Hephaestion’s burning eyes and my
erection hardens further – I love seeing that blue fire in my beloved’s eyes.
Hephaestion is fire, he always was and he will burn me until the day one of us
dies. Bagoas’ tender explorations make me smile and I push back onto his finger
when it finally penetrates me. “Not that gentle,” I tell him in a teasing tone.
Bagoas is flustered and his breathing has sped
up. I wonder what this means to him. Will it make him love me more?
Hephaestion, rock hard and ready, moves behind
Bagoas. Kneeling behind him, he places one hand atop of Bagoas’ fingers. “He is
ready to take two. Trust us,” he adds, feeling Bagoas shrink away from him.
“You only need to stretch him a little more.”
Bagoas does as he is told. He adds more oil,
returns with two fingers and loosens my passage further. I feel relaxed and his
fingers move easily inside me. “Hephaestion?” I need
him. I need to feel him inside me.
“Soon,” croons Hephaestion.
It appears I don’t know all of his plans yet
and I watch my beloved pouring oil onto his hands. “What…?” I fail to end my
sentence, feeling his hands upon my hard flesh. Hephaestion is rubbing the oil
onto my member and Bagoas is still stretching me. I finally realize my
beloved’s intent and fully approve of his decision. “Don’t make me wait.”
Hephaestion’s hands settle on Bagoas’ hips and
he kisses him in an attempt to reassure him. Bagoas’ eyes are the mirror of his
soul and hide nothing once you learn to read them.
“Take him inside of you, Bagoas,” says
Hephaestion, already maneuvering Bagoas atop of me. I open my mouth to tell
Hephaestion that he should prepare Bagoas, but I am too late. Bagoas,
apparently still rather slick from their lovemaking sits down, taking me inside
of him. I cry out in ecstasy, feeling this warm glove descend onto me. I
quickly steady him by placing my hands on his hips. “Don’t move yet,” I request
when he begins to rock on top of me. “Wait.” I bring my hands up behind his
back and I pull him close until his upper body rests against my chest. I hold
him close, buried in my embrace and kiss him. His eyes are now filled with love
and desire and I know he can hardly wait to ride. “Not yet,” I tell him.
“Hephaestion still needs to join us.”
Hephaestion coats his erection with the oil
and then moves in place between my legs. My beloved parts my legs further and
then slides his hands beneath my buttocks. Using his strength he manages to
lift my hips, driving me even deeper into Bagoas’ heat. Bagoas moans in my arms
and I kiss the silken strands that tease my face. “We will soon be joined,” I
say, my lips brushing the skin beneath his ear. He squirms and I hold him
close. I love feeling him in my arms and Hephaestion… Hephaestion is finally
entering me.
Hephaestion knows my body perfectly; we have
been together for many years and he easily buries himself to the hilt. The dual
sensations feel divine and I cannot stop myself from thrusting into Bagoas,
making him mew softly. “Hephaestion, guide us to release. I can not take much
of this.” I am not going to last long, not now that each of Hephaestion’s
thrusts causes me to thrust into Bagoas.
We move together, finding our rhythm. Bagoas
pushes himself upright and sways atop of me. Seeing him move like this takes my
breath away. He is a sensual creature and I mourn the loss of his manhood even
more so. Running my hands up his flat abdomen to his firm chest, I tease his
nipples into hardness. My gaze shifts from Bagoas to Hephaestion and I mouth a
request, never actually speaking the words aloud, but my beloved understands
me. He probably had the same idea a moment ago.
Bagoas yelps softly the moment Hephaestion
pulls him into an embrace. Bagoas is very flexible, very eager to please and
seeing them move together makes me orgasm. I arch my back, burying myself deep
inside Bagoas and let go. I love the way his pupils dilate, feeling me come
inside of him. “I love you,” I whisper, addressing both of them and hopefully
they understand that I have enough love to envelop both of them.
Hephaestion continues to drive himself into me
and draws more moans from me. I love it when he takes me to the edge and then
pushes me even further. I know he is fighting his own release as my inner
muscles contract around him.
“Alexander!” Hephaestion calls out my name and
stills. I know what will follow and purr, feeling his warm essence fill me.
Then sadness takes me and I search Bagoas’ eyes. Did he find pleasure in our
lovemaking? I angle one last thrust at his prostate, hoping I will push him
over the edge as well and suddenly he calls out and collapses atop of me.
Contractions form around my softening member and I pull him close, rubbing my
face against his hair. Hephaestion follows and presses close, covering Bagoas
with his body.
I look up at my lovers and smile, seeing their
sated expression. This is what I always wanted and my dream came true. “This
has changed everything,” I whisper, loving the feel of their weight pressing me
down and I wrap my arms around them. “And it has changed for the better.” I
search Bagoas’ eyes and see understanding and acceptance in them.
“From this moment on it is the three of us,”
agrees Hephaestion, bestowing a cat-like lick to Bagoas’ ear.
Bagoas smiles at me and it is an absolutely
genuine and radiant smile. He has accepted this – has accepted our love for
him.
“My Al'skander,”
says Bagoas in that adorable accent of his and presses a loving kiss onto my
lips. Then, he turns his head and looks into Hephaestion’s sated eyes.
“Hephaestion…”
Hephaestion confirms this new relationship
with a kiss, putting any doubts Bagoas might have to rest.
Bagoas rests his head against my chest and I
nod against his hair. “Now we are truly complete.”
The end