Wow. Hadn't realized that writing Bagoas/Alexander would be such a challenge! I think it's a writing style thing. ;) Hope this suits!
Title: Feux Follets Fandom: The Persian Boy Pairing: Bagoas/Alexander W/C: 281
I was a flame that night, hot with the fires of revenge set alight by Alexander's hand. Only a few days earlier I'd awoken with my own cries, screams that had also roused my lord, holding me in his arms. Now Orxines was dead, and I burned with gratitude. Alexander had eaten well and come to bed late. He was in good spirits, however, and receptive to my touch.
"Will you dance first?" he asked, taking off his sandals and lying back on the bed. "I am in need of seeing your body in song. I have been witness to too much desecration and falsehood. Take my mind off of such things."
"Oh yes, Al'skander," I said, shedding my tunic so I was in my loincloth only. I did feel underdressed for any true dance, without my cymbals or oil for my body, but desire pushed me beyond such trifles.
I started slowly with nuance and lowered eyes, my arms soft and subdued. I became bolder in response to the music sounding in my head, my movements suggestive of my true desires. After a last turn, I stopped in an evocative pose, feeling my heart pound against my chest. My fingers trembled in the air, now heavy with anticipation.
"Come here, so that I may thank you properly," he said, stretching his arms in an invitation I could never be offered enough.
As I slid next to him, I heard his soft sigh of delight. "Did I please you?" I asked, even though the answer radiated from him as bright as the sun.
He smiled against my hair, murmuring, "Yes, Bagoas," until I skillfully loved him beyond speech and into sleep.
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Date: 2009-05-05 05:46 am (UTC)Title: Feux Follets
Fandom: The Persian Boy
Pairing: Bagoas/Alexander
W/C: 281
I was a flame that night, hot with the fires of revenge set alight by Alexander's hand. Only a few days earlier I'd awoken with my own cries, screams that had also roused my lord, holding me in his arms. Now Orxines was dead, and I burned with gratitude. Alexander had eaten well and come to bed late. He was in good spirits, however, and receptive to my touch.
"Will you dance first?" he asked, taking off his sandals and lying back on the bed. "I am in need of seeing your body in song. I have been witness to too much desecration and falsehood. Take my mind off of such things."
"Oh yes, Al'skander," I said, shedding my tunic so I was in my loincloth only. I did feel underdressed for any true dance, without my cymbals or oil for my body, but desire pushed me beyond such trifles.
I started slowly with nuance and lowered eyes, my arms soft and subdued. I became bolder in response to the music sounding in my head, my movements suggestive of my true desires. After a last turn, I stopped in an evocative pose, feeling my heart pound against my chest. My fingers trembled in the air, now heavy with anticipation.
"Come here, so that I may thank you properly," he said, stretching his arms in an invitation I could never be offered enough.
As I slid next to him, I heard his soft sigh of delight. "Did I please you?" I asked, even though the answer radiated from him as bright as the sun.
He smiled against my hair, murmuring, "Yes, Bagoas," until I skillfully loved him beyond speech and into sleep.