Title: Complete

Author: Morgana
Author’s Email:
morganalebeau@yahoo.com
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

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