Alexander (MM,MF,inter)
by The Fan ([email protected])


Alexander the Great. He was the king of Macedonia who conquered first the
Greek world, then the remainder of the known world. He was the man with the
power and will to pursue his dreams. Son of the unruly, ambitious Macedonian
king Phillip II and of the beautiful, conniving Queen of Macedonia herself,
the mighty Olympias.

Alexander is a man whose accomplishments amazed the world. He was the most
famous person in all of Greece. There seemed to be no limit to what he could
do. He was smart and capable. He was also passionate. People loved him. He
was charismatic and energetic. Also, mindful of the people around him and
deeply careful in everything that he did. The world has always had a
fascination for people who were outside the norm. Great men who could do
amazing things, whether for good or for ill. Alexander was such a man. He
had no limits. He could do no wrong. The army that served him also loved him.
He rode into the fields of battle like a common soldier. He never asked of
any person anything he would not ask of himself. He was that kind of man.

History has always had some way of altering things to suit itself. Alexander
the Great was a mystery in the minds of many. He was an adventurer, a
conqueror and a loner. He was a great man. Who was he, really? He was a man
who wanted to bring people together. He loved the arts and sciences. He loved
knowledge. He hated tyranny. Alexander had to live under the tyrannical rule
of his father, the harsh ruler known as Phillip II. He also had to live with
his mother, the deadly and seductive Queen of Macedon, Olympias. Alexander's
parents hated each other. That did not exactly give the young man a good
disposition toward the men and women of this world. He knew that the men that
a man trusted the most could betray him. He also knew that women were
impossible to understand and outright dangerous. They were not physically
strong, but they were cunning and conniving. Full of lies, treachery and
deceit. Those were the tools of the women living in the male-dominated world
of the days of Alexander the Great. The tools of men, for all time have been
intelligence and ambition and the will to succeed. Men braved dangers and did
not fear hard work. Hardship was part of a man's life.

Alexander was different from his peers. This had nothing to do with the fact
that he was the son of the King and Queen of Macedonia. He was different
because of a factor in his genetics. He was smart, adaptable and resourceful.
He was charming and witty. He was also passionately drawn to both men and
women. Alexander was what twenty first century people would label a bisexual.
When Alexander was young, living in the land of Macedonia, his gaze fell upon
a youth named Hephaiston. Alexander fell in love with Hephaiston right then
and there. Hephaiston would become Alexander's lifelong friend and ally.


Alexander goes to the stables and glimpses at a rather great sight. The
sight of the one he loves. It is not the sight of Cephalus, the fiery black
stallion which Alexander tamed as a youth. It is Hephaiston, the one person
in the world who means everything to Alexander. The one whom he cherishes
above all others. This is the one he trusts and cares for like no other.

Alexander looks at Hephaiston and embraces him. Hephaiston returns his
embrace. The two young men fall upon the hay and roll about playfully. They
have known each other forever. They kiss each other and hurriedly undress.
Gently, they embrace. Alexander is known to the world as a rough conqueror.
He is conquered by Hephaiston's gentleness, his charm and wit. He loves the
other youth's loveliness. Hephaiston is a slender young man with pale bronze
skin, dark hair and dark eyes. Alexander is a green-eyed, blond-haired youth
with a lot of vigor. They playfully wrestle on the hay. Laughing, Hephaiston
climbs on top of Alexander.

Alexander looks into the eyes of the one he loves. Hephaiston smiles.
Alexander pulls him into a tight embrace. Their hard, masculine bodies press
against each other. Alexander can feel Hephaiston's desire just as much as
Hephaiston can feel his. They kiss once more. It is a passionate kiss. The
kiss of lovers. The kiss of best friends. The kiss of best friends turned
lovers. The greatest kiss in the world. They touch each other's bodies.
Hephaiston kisses Alexander's face and neck, he kisses a path down to
Alexander's chest and down to his belly. Alexander moans under Hephaiston's
touch. Hephaiston takes this as an encouragement and ventures further down.
Alexander stiffens. His manhood is in the hands of Hephaiston. Hephaiston
takes his time to please his king and lover, licking and sucking on
extremities and corners. His tongue ventures up and down the length and girth
of what makes Alexander a man. Alexander's hands grip the hay. He feels ready
to burst. Hephaiston perseveres. Alexander screams out loud in pleasure.
Hephaiston stops. A great shaking takes Alexander's body. Hephaiston holds
him in his arms. Alexander is at peace in his lover's arms. The moment has
passed. Alexander sleeps in Hephaiston's arms.


A new day comes. It brings with it all manner of dangers. Alexander the Great
is ready to face them all.

It has been a few months since he started his military campaign to take over
the world. He has taken over Babylon. He comes to the barbaric lands of the
East. Alexander conquers the wild tribes of the mountain regions. To cement
his alliance with one of the most powerful tribes, he takes one of their
women as his bride. Alexander loves Hephaiston. He may be attracted to other
men and sometimes to women but it is for Hephaiston that his heart beats.
Alexander is a man torn between his duties and his desires. He is about to
enter the Chambers of his Bride on the wedding night. Outside the chambers,
he sees his beloved Hephaiston.

Hephaiston looks at Alexander. He looks not at the Conqueror of the World or
the Great King of the Macedonia. He looks at the boy he fell in love with not
long ago. The best friend he ever had. The one person he trusts. Alexander is
the only person Hephaiston loves. He knows that Alexander is the King and has
duties to perform. Still, Hephaiston is a young man in love and he will do
anything for his love. He goes to Alexander and gives him a crimson ring as a
symbol of their love. The intellectual part of the handsome youth known as
Hephaiston knows that Alexander must perform certain duties as a King. The
emotional part of Hephaiston only knows that the one he loves is about to bed
someone else...


She has lived in the northern mountains her whole life. Her people are
nomadic barbarians. Her father is the Chieftain of one of the most numerous
tribes. She is of noble blood among her people.

She is a tall, curvy young woman with bronze skin, black hair and dark eyes.
Many would have considered her lovely. She is at that. She was the princess
of the people. The beautiful, feisty girl coveted by many of the men in the
land. She was not to be touched since she was of royal blood. Roxana knew her
worth. She was to marry a prince or a king and no one else. She has lived her
whole life waiting for this. She is not satisfied with the life of a tribal
princess. She has always been...wild. She climbed trees as a child. She rode
horses. She was taught the use of weapons and learned the martial arts from
the most knowledgeable men in the land. She also knew the secrets of
medicinal herbs and lethal poisons from the Revered Shaman and the Holy Women
of the tribe. The Shaman is a man of great wisdom who taught her many things.
Both the Shaman and the Holy Women are the keepers of knowledge in the tribe.
Roxana was always told that she was too curious and too strong. She knows
that she is different. She cannot help it. She always dreamed of adventure.
She always dreamed of traveling. She does not aspire to be anyone's wife or

Roxana still entertained dreams of escape and adventure, until the day that
her people were attacked.

They came in larger numbers than any invading force the northern tribes had
ever seen. Hundreds of thousands of men armed and equipped for battle. They
had weapons never seen before and horses trained for battle. They were the
most dangerous adversaries the people had ever known. Roxana's father called
upon the men from various tribes to unite against the invaders. Roxana was
excited and terrified. She wanted to join the battle. Her father forbade her
from doing so. She was pissed. She was as well-trained as any man. Yet they
would not let her fight in war time because she was a girl. She often envied
the men. They had such freedom. They could go wherever they wanted. They
could do anything. She did not like the limitations imposed upon her because
of gender. She wanted to fight and kill and die side by side with her father
and her brothers.

She had to watch from afar. The war was not going well. Many men died. Many
of them were people that she knew. One of them was her brother Julius. The
other was Caius, a boy she once loved. Roxana mourned them both. Day after
day the men went out to fight. Not many of them came back. Finally, when
things turned desperate, something happened. The well-equipped army of the
king of a distant land came and destroyed the enemies of her people. This
army was far bigger than the invading force that had plagued her people.
They were saved. The northern mountain tribes greeted their saviors. Men
dressed in metal and riding horses. They spoke a strange tongue. They called
themselves Greeks and Macedonians. They followed the leadership of a young
man who called himself Alexander the Great.

The northern tribes were grateful to Alexander for saving them. They invited
him to their towns. Alexander the Great received a hero's welcome.

It was at that time that Roxana first laid eyes on him. A tall young man with
blond hair and green eyes. When she first saw him, her heart beat faster than
usual and for some reason, she felt nervous. Roxana could not understand. Who
was this King of the Greeks who made her, Roxana the Princess of the Wild
Northern Tribes nervous ? She was surprised by his countenance. He was young
and handsome. His people appeared to love him. He treated people with
kindness. Roxana was puzzled by that. Kings and queens usually ruled with an
iron grip. When her father decreed that she would marry him, she was
surprised. She had no say in the matter. Still, she could sense something
about Alexander. He was not like other men...

She was all dressed up and ready for her wedding night when she saw him.

He looked handsome and her heart beat fast at the sight of him. He was not
alone. There was someone with him. An equally handsome youth who looked at
him in a strange way. The way of love. Roxana's heart skipped a beat as she
watched her husband-to be, the handsome and masculine Alexander the Great
embrace another man... not as a friend or brother but as a lover. Roxana's
heart seethed. How could this be? He was her husband-to be. He looked so
fine and masculine. How could he be... like that? She went back into her

Alexander gazed longingly at Hephaiston and bade him farewell. He walked into
the chambers of the princess...

Alexander looked at Roxana. She had seen him with Hephaiston. She asked him
about it. He told her that he loved Hephaiston. Roxana was angry. She wanted
him to love her! She felt like attacking him! He seized control of her before
she could do anything, predicting her moves before she even thought of them.
Roxana struggled in his arms. She once wanted him... she once wanted to be
loved by the handsome and macho hero who saved her people. Not anymore! She
wanted to... he was looking right at her. She fell still. He said nothing.
She wanted to fight. She wanted to run. He touched her. His touch was gentle
and at the same time... arousing. Roxana felt her body respond to his
touch... felt herself wanting to let go. She hesitated... when he kissed her,
all of her doubts vanished.

Alexander kissed Roxana. He felt her soft feminine lips against his own. He
had never kissed a girl before. It was... different. He had kissed and made
love to Hephaiston more times than he could count but this was different.
This was new. Roxana was surprised by Alexander's passion. She pressed her
body against his. Alexander tentatively kissed her face, her neck and her
breasts. His hands caressed her smooth, sexy yet strong body. Roxana purred.
She kissed him and traced a path down from his lips to his chest to his
belly. He grunted. She made her way down to his groin.

She sees the evidence of his arousal. Kisses it. He grabs her by the neck and
pulls her close. He is on top of her and she is beneath him. He takes her.
She screams as she is entered. He gasps. They look into each other's eyes.
Soon, an endless merry go around of thrusting and moaning and screaming takes
place. Alexander makes love to Roxana with savage passion. She screams at the
top of her lungs. He explodes. Spent, he lies in her arms. His face is full
of surprise and shock, as well as pleasure. She knows at once that she was
his first, as far as female lovers are concerned. She is surprised by that.
Alexander the Great, the would-be conqueror of the world has had two lovers
in his life. A male lover named Hephaiston, who is his lifelong best friend.
The female lover is Roxana, the wild and beautiful barbarian princess. After
the marriage is consummated, Alexander leaves the chambers.

His wife lies on the bed, thinking. She had never felt such passion in her
life. Ever. She had many lovers before she married. Discreet liaisons, of
course. Alexander is a king in bed. Wow. Her heart is won. She wants him.
She knows that he marries her because of duty and not love. She has forsaken
duty the moment after he made love to her. She is his. She wants him to be
hers. Roxana will share her husband with no one, man or woman. And she is not
above doing anything to get what she wants.

This is but a chapter in the life of Alexander the Great. He will conquer the
world. Changing the fate of humanity forever with his vision. He was a lot of
things. A warrior. A lover. A wanderer. A seeker of knowledge and truth. One
of the greatest men ever to walk the earth. Little is known about his life
and loves but one man and one woman did mean a lot to the openly bisexual
heroic leader of the Greeks. Hephaiston and Roxana meant more to him than all
the riches of the world. He is a visionary and the worlds tremble when
thinking of what such a resourceful man could accomplish with that.

The End


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