This is two stories for one, two very different versions of the same couple. I prefer the second version.

Title: Like a Man
Author: Qaddafi the Ripper
Summary: The results of jealousy: Hephaistion/Bagoas. Rated NC-17 for graphic sex.

He hadn't known what Alexander saw in the boy. Smooth, soft skin; pretty face like a girl's; the prancing arts of a dancer. And no balls. He could see that clearly now, could feel the boy's hairless shaft. He rammed hard into the boy, hearing him gasp. He trailed a hand down the boy's chest; it was more muscular than he'd thought it would be.

Hephaistion wasn't quite sure how the boy had ended up in his bed. He'd been walking by himself, minding his own business, when he'd passed the boy. The boy had stood there and glared at him. Hephaistion, rather taken aback by the suddenness of it, had asked what the problem was.

It had been building for some time. The boy was jealous, since Alexander loved Hephaistion better. Somehow, they'd started yelling at each other (right there in the hallway, where anyone could hear them). At some point, Hephaistion had wondered again what Alexander saw in the boy... and he decided to find out for himself.

Hephaistion could tell that the boy had been surprised, that Hephaistion would kiss him and at the intensity of the kisses themselves. It was how he normally kissed Alexander, and how he, in turn, was kissed. Perhaps Alexander made sure to be gentle of the boy, not wanting to hurt him, holding his as he would a woman. Hephaistion felt no such restraint. This boy had tried to usurp Hephaistion's place in Alexander's bed.

The fire of jealousy had consumed him and he'd pulled the boy into his rooms. He'd stripped them both quickly and laid the boy on his bed, devouring the boy's mouth with kisses the entire time. His fire might have been mistaken for desire. One look in the boy's eyes convinced him the eunuch held no such misconceptions. The passion with which the boy met him was derived from the same source as Hephaistion's.

Alexander may have never taken the boy hard in a fit of lust, but Hephaistion was willing to. It was the way he sometimes took Alexander, when they were both eager for it and impatient. Already hard from thinking of Alexander, Hephaistion merely spread the boy's legs and thrust his erection into the boy's entrance.

The boy responded with similar intensity, clasping his legs around Hephaistion's waist and digging his fingernails into Hephaistion's back until he drew blood. If Hephaistion closed his eyes, he could almost pretend it was Alexander he was with. Almost, until he grasped the boy's manhood and found it to be lacking what would have made it a manhood.

After that, he couldn't make himself believe that it was Alexander he was making love to. His thrusts faltered and his hardness flagged. He looked at the boy and remembered that he too had shared Alexander's bed. He thought of Alexander fucking the boy into the bed, just as he was now. The envy was enough to make him come back up full strength and enough to charge him until he came inside the boy.

He felt the boy jerk underneath him, and supposed the eunuch had found release too, though he gave no proof of it, as a man would.

They stared at each other for awhile, neither sure what, if anything, should be said. Hephaistion thought the boy looked sad. "Are you like that with the king?" he asked.

"Yes," Hephaistion said.

"Does he like it?"

"Yes." Alexander liked it a lot, though he also liked it slow and gentle or sensuous and taunting. Hephaistion could give it to Alexander like a man, while the boy could only take it like a woman. Hephaistion was tempted to tell the boy that Alexander liked anything so long as it was Hephaistion that was doing it to him, but he didn't.

"I see," the boy murmured. Hephaistion made no move to stop him as he got out of bed and pulled his clothes back on. He ended up giving Hephaistion quite a show while pulling on his trousers, though doubtless he hadn't intended to. It had no effect on Hephaistion; he found himself thinking that he would go to Alexander's room tonight. While he had managed to come, he hadn't really found satisfaction, and he wanted it badly. He thought of doing to Alexander what he'd done with the boy, and more besides, and smiled in anticipation.

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Title: He Too is Alexander
Author: Qaddafi the Ripper
Summary: Bagoas finds a potential enemy is an ally: Hephaistion/Bagoas. Rated NC-17 for graphic sex.

It was with a cautious eye that Bagoas watched Hephaistion. He had been trained to survive and flourish in a king's court. He knew what to do and what not to do to ensure his own survival as well as his own prosperity. He knew not to take large bribes. He knew when to be quiet and when to be visible. He knew tricks that would insure the king had a breathtaking experience. He knew there were certain people he dared not make an enemy of.

The court of Alexander was very different from the court of Darius. He was the only eunuch here, and valued as a trusted servant as well as a bedmate. He was made no offers to take before the king; no Macedonian would stoop to ask a foreign eunuch for a favor. At night, he and not the king was the more experienced, the one who could teach the multiple layers of desire; that, certainly, could be a pleasant change.

The one thing that hadn't changed was looking out for people he dared not offend. The king had taken a quick liking to him, true, but his position was new and far from secure. Even before the king had taken him to his bed, Bagoas had listed the men he had to be polite to. Ptolemy: one of the top generals and a close friend to Alexander, whispers held they might even be brothers; Philotas: another general and the son of Parmenion, who held the western part of the kingdom; Cleitus: soldier and sometime bodyguard to Alexander, with little liking for any foreigner; Craterus: another ranking officer, perhaps kind but disinclined to notice a bed boy; and Hephaistion. Hephaistion most of all he needed to be wary of.

He thought Hephaistion and Alexander were lovers. The talk from the army implied as much. When he saw them together, they sat close and smiled frequently, so he supposed they were lovers. But Alexander had never made any mention of it to Bagoas, and he'd never dared approach Hephaistion to find out what he thought.

He was beginning to wonder if avoiding Hephaistion was really the best idea. If Hephaistion was harboring jealousy towards him, he wanted to know about it. He knew full well that Hephaistion was in a position of greater power than he was, and if Hephaistion spoke against him and Alexander put him aside, whatever would he do? He had no desire to end up a whore on the street or a fat, pampered eunuch overseeing a harem. Beyond that, he was drawn to Alexander, perhaps even in love with him. It had been easy enough, to fall in love with the new Great King, given his fire and strength and kindness. And Hephaistion could wreak all of that.

Bagoas shivered and watched Hephaistion from his hiding place. His enemy stood with a group of Greek men (Bagoas had yet to learn how to tell the Macedonians from the other Hellenes), talking with serious expressions on their faces. Doing the business of the empire, no doubt. Another time, Bagoas might have been curious what that business was, but now he was too caught up with his own worries.

Hephaistion was a handsome man, he thought. Tall, dark hair, the strong muscles of a warrior, a face that could have been carved by a master sculptor. By the rumors, he was a calm, organized man; in charge of the logistics of the army; sometime diplomat; and decent soldier and commander. He had all but grown up with the king, and everyone knew he was Alexander's dearest friend. He wasn't someone Bagoas could compete with and hope to beat.

He bit his lip and turned his eyes away from the Greek men, melting further into the shadows of the corner he'd watched them from. He was terribly afraid, afraid that Hephaistion would take everything he had away from him: his position, his livelihood, and his love. And there wasn't anything he could do that would stop Hephaistion from doing so.

"You're Alexander's new boy, aren't you?" a voice asked from nearby. Bagoas jumped and skittered as far back as he could. Hephaistion was staring at him from a disconcertingly short distance away. "Bagoas, wasn't it?" he asked. His deep voice was kind and polite; Bagoas managed to relax a little bit.

"Yes, my lord, I am Bagoas," he answered quietly. He wondered what Hephaistion wanted with him. He wished he hadn't been so wrapped up in his troubles that he hadn't noticed the group of men break up and Hephaistion approach.

Hephaistion was silent for a long time, studying Bagoas in the dim light. Bagoas tried not to cringe under his inspection. "You are beautiful," Hephaistion said at last.

Bagoas looked up, shocked. That had been the last thing he'd expected to hear. Hephaistion was looking at him expectantly, so he spoke, managing not to stutter. "Thank you my lord."

"I'd wondered why Alexander took up with you, but now I can see why." There was a soft smile on his face as he spoke. "With a face like that, I don't know how anyone could resist you."

"Yes my lord," Bagoas said blankly. His head was swimming, as if he'd had too much wine to drink. Attempting to focus, he murmured, trembling, "My lord, oughtn't you be jealous?"

Hephaistion's laugh rocked him. "I'm not jealous, lad," he said merrily. Bagoas stared at him stupidly, forgetting to avert his eyes. Hephaistion finally saw his confusion and took pity on him. "This is no place to talk. Come with me." He beckoned gently and Bagoas had no choice but to follow.

It occurred to his as he walked behind Hephaistion that the man could be leading him somewhere where he could dispose of him without anyone seeing. But no, Hephaistion was leading him to the section of the palace where the finer rooms were. The ranking Greeks had quickly claimed these rooms when the army reached Zadrakarta. They entered the room which Bagoas supposed was the one Hephaistion had taken for himself. It was hardly the richest room and small enough that there was little space left in it after the bed and the pile of Hephaistion's armor.

Bagoas stumbled, still reeling with confusion. Hephaistion pushed him firmly down onto the bed and Bagoas sat there, silent. "Would you like something to drink?" Hephaistion offered. Bagoas shook his head; wine was the last thing he needed. Hephaistion shrugged and sat down next to him.

He glanced aside and tried not to fidget. Hephaistion was just sitting there, watching him. He didn't look angry, but rather... hopeful? Bagoas's heart skipped a beat and he tried not to think of why Hephaistion was watching him like that. He nearly forgot to breathe when Hephaistion reached out and cupped his chin. "You are beautiful," he murmured.

Bagoas swallowed nervously. "My lord, I don't..." he trailed off, not sure if he dared to finish that thought.

"You don't what?" Hephaistion asked gently. "You can say it. I won't hurt you."

He wasn't sure what he'd meant to say. What he asked was, "My lord, don't you think the king would be jealous if we did this?"

"No," Hephaistion answered with confidence. "No more than I'm jealous when he sleeps with you."

"Why?" It was barely a whisper.

"Because I too am Alexander," came the soft reply. Bagoas trembled in wonder, and Hephaistion bent and kissed him passionately. It was like kissing the king, but different too. Hephaistion was stronger, surer, more dominating, but still sweet. His body cried out that he respond, but he still hesitated. "What's wrong?" Hephaistion asked, mouth barely moving away from his.

"I am afraid," he admitted quietly. "I don't think the king would like it if we did this."

Hephaistion laughed softly, sending sensuous shivers down Bagoas's spine. "That's because you don't know him that well yet. Shall I invite him to join us?"

Bagoas turned red. "My lord!" he cried, shocked out of his normal propriety.

Hephaistion chuckled some more. "I won't then. Perhaps some other time. But right now, I wish to learn some of the secrets you've been teaching him." His eyes were hungry; Bagoas could feel a rise in anticipation in himself. When Hephaistion kissed him a second time, he didn't pull back.

Hephaistion pushed him back against the bed and Bagoas went willingly. Whether from desire, or from a wish to make an ally of Hephaistion, or because he was entranced by the thought that this was how Hephaistion made love to his love, he didn't know. All he knew was that he wanted it.

It was fast, neither of them feeling the patience to draw it out. Bagoas spread his legs and gasped when Hephaistion entered him. A distant part of his mind wondered if Alexander felt like this when Hephaistion mounted him. A more distant part of him wondered if they did this together; he'd heard Greek men, for all their promiscuity, had boundaries with each other.

A powerful thrust drove such fleeting thoughts completely away. Here too Hephaistion was stronger and surer than Alexander. He knew well what he wanted and didn't hesitate to take it. Bagoas closed his eyes and enjoyed the hands on his chest, the kisses on his faces, the hard cock inside of him.

All too soon it was over. They lay in a gasping, sweating heap. At the peak, they'd both cried out Alexander's name. Bagoas blushed, feeling ashamed, both at his slip and at the realization that he'd slept with someone other than the king. He remembered too that Hephaistion had wanted to learn tricks from him, but he hadn't thought to teach any. "Still so demure?" Hephaistion asked.

He looked away. "Forgive me, my lord, that it wasn't what you wanted."

Hephaistion snorted. "Do I look like I was disappointed?" He kissed Bagoas languidly. "You're as sweet as Alexander said you were." Bagoas's blush darkened at the idea of the two of them discussing him in bed.

"Will you tell him about this?" Bagoas asked quietly.

"I don't make a practice of keeping secrets from Alexander," Hephaistion countered. Bagoas stiffened, but Hephaistion's hand in his hair was gentle. "I told you, he won't mind. Didn't I already say it? I too am Alexander." He gave Bagoas another kiss, then got out of bed and started pulling his clothes back on. Bagoas jumped up after him and followed suit; it was still day and they would be missed. When they were both fully clothed, Hephaistion turned to him and said, "Perhaps some night you could join me in Alexander's bed."

Bagoas was so embarrassed he was surprised his hands weren't turning red. "I will consider it, my lord," he replied.

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