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kleemoon.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Mar. 24th, 2010 11:41 pm)Title: Setting the rules
Fandom: Alexander
Pairing(s): Alexander/Hephaistion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: ... these are the lies I have created
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #243 - set
“Come to my tent, Hephaistion.”
“No, Alexander. You know that is not in tune with the rules.”
“I honestly do not recall any such rule.”
Hephaistion puffed out his lips, letting a loud burst of air escape, causing the hair on Alexander’s very close forehead to ruffle. “You only recall things when they are beneficial to you, don’t you?”
“No,” Alexander pouted, pressing his lips to Hephaistion’s stubbly cheek. “But I am the King, and therefore, can break any rules I wish.”
“Not in this instance, my beloved.”
“And just why is that?”
“Because you’re the one who set them.”
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Title: Set me down gently
Fandom: Alexander
Pairing(s): Alexander/Hephaistion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: ... these are the lies I have created
Word Count: 200
Prompt: #243 - set
He didn’t think his body had ever been so sore, so when Hephaistion offered to carry him to his tent, how could he refuse? Not that he would have refused whether he’d been injured or not, but it was a better excuse for being seen in public in the arms of his general.
Hephaistion was gentle. He was always gentle, always loving and careful to not upset or offend, and carrying Alexander in his arms was no different. His skin was warm, his heart beating rapidly against Alexander’s side, a sure sign he was worried, but still able to conceal it beneath his professional disposition and manner.
Alexander was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He’d been up for what seemed like days, not to mention the pain he’d had to endure as the doctor stitched him back up. The last thing that had been on his mind fifteen minutes ago was sexual relations, but now ...
Hephaistion managed to get the tent flap open on his own, still holding Alexander tightly in his arms; still careful and concerned, his breath heating up the side of Alexander’s face.
“Set me down gently, Phai,” Alexander whispered. “Then make love to me hard.”
Fandom: Alexander
Pairing(s): Alexander/Hephaistion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: ... these are the lies I have created
Word Count: 100
Prompt: #243 - set
“Come to my tent, Hephaistion.”
“No, Alexander. You know that is not in tune with the rules.”
“I honestly do not recall any such rule.”
Hephaistion puffed out his lips, letting a loud burst of air escape, causing the hair on Alexander’s very close forehead to ruffle. “You only recall things when they are beneficial to you, don’t you?”
“No,” Alexander pouted, pressing his lips to Hephaistion’s stubbly cheek. “But I am the King, and therefore, can break any rules I wish.”
“Not in this instance, my beloved.”
“And just why is that?”
“Because you’re the one who set them.”
Title: Set me down gently
Fandom: Alexander
Pairing(s): Alexander/Hephaistion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: ... these are the lies I have created
Word Count: 200
Prompt: #243 - set
He didn’t think his body had ever been so sore, so when Hephaistion offered to carry him to his tent, how could he refuse? Not that he would have refused whether he’d been injured or not, but it was a better excuse for being seen in public in the arms of his general.
Hephaistion was gentle. He was always gentle, always loving and careful to not upset or offend, and carrying Alexander in his arms was no different. His skin was warm, his heart beating rapidly against Alexander’s side, a sure sign he was worried, but still able to conceal it beneath his professional disposition and manner.
Alexander was exhausted and just wanted to sleep. He’d been up for what seemed like days, not to mention the pain he’d had to endure as the doctor stitched him back up. The last thing that had been on his mind fifteen minutes ago was sexual relations, but now ...
Hephaistion managed to get the tent flap open on his own, still holding Alexander tightly in his arms; still careful and concerned, his breath heating up the side of Alexander’s face.
“Set me down gently, Phai,” Alexander whispered. “Then make love to me hard.”
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