Hey people, I saw the movie 'Alexander' and just fell in love with it. Or, more specifically, Alexander and Hephaistion's relationship (well, in the movie you might say a lack of one lol). Just kidding – emotionally it was great. I would definitely add a physical relationship as well though. It might not make America happy, but the rest of the world seems fine with it; so why can't this country get over its homophobia? So this is another random one shot! Oh, and the title doesn't really have a lot to do with the story...it came from a song by Three Days Grace, and the chorus goes 'Over and over, over and over, I fall for you', and I think it fits them.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, make no profit, blah blah blah…this was just something I had to get out of my system, so please don't sue!

Warnings! There is a sex scene in this, between two MEN. Of course, if you didn't know that, then what are you doing here? So if you find it offensive, I'm not going to care.

This is probably the only 'Alexander' fic I'm writing, one shot or not, so any input/reviews/criticism/whatever would be appreciated since, like I said, I'm not writing for this couple again. ) You guys are awesome.

Hmm…anything else? Oh yeah – I didn't really spend much time revising this AT all. So if there are grammatical errors, I apologize in advance. And some people say I type…I don't know. But if you find my style odd feel free to say so. Thank you!

So now, without further interference…please enjoy my one shot, 'Over and Over'.

Sidenote: I decided to break this up into three parts, so if you wonder why the chapters end at odd places, that's why.

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Some hours had it been since Alexander spoke with the Princess Stateira, and by now the men and generals were busy-not with battle, but with festivities. The young, beautiful women (and men) seemed to be as fascinated by the Macedonians as they were by the beautiful men and women. The sweet sensation was only just now being let loose at the idea of gaining the Persian Empire. And while the men were more interested in conquering land, discovering riches, and gaining glory, Alexander was looking forward to bringing these Persians out of their former lives and uniting all countries and cultures he could possibly reach. But tonight it did not matter. Tonight, the conquering of another country could wait. Tonight, everyone was content to enjoy themselves and revel, for being together and being alive.

As for himself, Alexander was perfectly satisfied to remain lounging on a deep red couch, wine glass in hand, and watch. People would come to him, commenting on their victory or giving a brief cheer for their fearless king and Alexander would politely and enthusiastically respond in return. When it appeared that no one was watching him, Alexander would smile to himself. What a jovial night, indeed. There was dancing and music and wine and everything they could ask for.

His eyes slowly scanned the room, mainly focusing on the dancers, but also taking in the generals and the silly antics his men partook in. The exotic quality of this place had everyone entranced. It certainly enthralled Alexander. The strange animals, the swarming rainforests, the vibrant colors that seemed to decorate all of the Persian clothing. Then there were the graceful and enchanting Persians themselves. It all collided to create a mesmerizing world that Alexander was more than eager to delve further into.

But his generals, and more than likely his men, would not agree. They may find entertainment in these people, but Alexander felt that to them, they were actually no more than savages, not worthy to ever be considered equals to their superior Macedonian ways. So close minded they were; would Aristotle agree with them? Surely he would find some appealing features about the world around them. For there was so much more to see, and who knew how many cultures existed, or whether they would be able to travel far enough to observe it all?

Alexander sighed. If no one else, then Hephaistion would take his side. His closest friend, his only love, his Patroclus. Hephaistion would understand his fascination with this new world. Furthermore, he would share it. Because he was a gift from the Gods made especially for Alexander. Made only for Alexander. And he would cherish his gift, Gods and people be damned, for all of time.

"Alexander!" Distracted from his thoughts, the said king looked up to see a merry Cassander gazing down at him. Oblivious to his king's comfortable position, or not caring, Cassander promptly made to sit down. Alexander was forced to quickly, not to mention begrudgingly, sit up, lest his legs become suffocated from lack of blood due to Cassander's weight.

Cassander went on. "Even in the celebrations of overtaking an entire empire, I can always count on my ever noble king to carry on with the look of an utmost serious nature!" Cassander's wine sloshed about in his cup as he spoke, making Alexander chuckle.

"Yes, and even when this night of festivities has hardly been given the chance to begin, I can always count on you to waste no time in becoming drunk. Have you no shame?" He teased, although still peeved about having to move.

Cassander sat up straighter, taking mock offense. "I may be in high spirits, my king, but not drunk. Not just yet."

Alexander shrugged. "It matters little to me whether you remain ridiculously sober or abandon thought and give in hopelessly to the dulling comfort of drinking. Be merry; sing and dance your ripened heart out."

"Dance? I am afraid that is not a required expertise of a general." Cassander laughed. Looking past Alexander, his eyes widened before he smirked. "Or perhaps it has recently become one…?"

Brows furrowing, Alexander turned his attention behind him so that he could see what Cassander was on about. What he saw left him awed, jealous, and…amused.

First, he noticed that Hephaistion's hair had been thoroughly brushed, something he usually did carelessly given their lifestyle, and was half way up, half way down. This was Alexander's favorite hair style on his lover, although it was often pulled up hastily when done that way. Then he saw that Hephaistion had nothing on but a cloth wrapped around his waist and not even coming to his knees at that, made of brilliant shades of blue which, even from the other side of the room, enticingly brought out his cerulean eyes. Alexander silently admired him for a moment, wondering how his scanning could have possibly missed this sight, and then took in the rest of the scene.

Another boy was with him, a male dancer by the name of Bagoas, if he was not mistaken, who was also quite charming. What had Alexander jealous and amused was the fact that it appeared that Bagoas was teaching Hephaistion to dance. And that Hephaistion seemed to be catching on quite well. There was even a small, enthusiastic audience forming around the pair.

The music playing accompanied their sensual dancing style perfectly. Bagoas gripped Hephaistion's hips, gently guiding them in the direction that they needed to go, and Hephaistion was all too happily complying, smiling the whole time. Alexander's eyes narrowed. He didn't like the way Bagoas was holding his lover, or the way his hands seemed to want to linger longer than necessary as he taught his pupil. However, despite his jealousy, Alexander could not help but eagerly drink in the sight of it. Lust was winning over his possessive nature, if only for a moment.

Cassander drew in a breath behind him. "He is indeed a creature of rare enchantment, isn't he, Alexander?"

Alexander disapproved of the personal use of his name, but put it down as the alcohol working into the man's system. "Yes, well, is it not his job to be as such?"

Cassander chortled and clamped a hand on his king's shoulder. "I am afraid you misunderstand me, my lord. The young Persian is talented, yes, but not the one I was referring to."

Frowning, Alexander turned to face Cassander once again, new waves of jealousy riding over him as realization of the comment hit him. "You would dare voice your interest in Hephaistion so blatantly in my presence?"

But the general merely returned the look. Wine often made men bold. "You speak of Hephaistion as though he were your wife, Alexander! It is true that I hold admiration for him- or his body; what would you do about it? It is not as though you love him."

In his growing anger Alexander set his glass on a near by table and grabbed the front of Cassander's clothes. "You are truly blind if you have failed to notice that my love for Hephaistion can only be matched by his love for me. Nothing has or ever will come between us and I will not tolerate such insolence!"

A few people glanced their way, so Alexander released his hold in order to keep from creating a scene. They dropped their voices to just above a whisper, but volume took nothing away from the intentions of hurt in their words.

"Forgive me, Alexander, I have misguided you. I do know that Hephaistion loves you; there is no doubt about that. It is whether or not you reciprocate that very feeling that has me perplexed. For how can I be sure when you are constantly taking others into your bed at night, casting gentle Hephaistion aside like another one of your common whores?"

"You ignorant man- taking another's body has nothing to do with taking their heart- a night in bed between myself and another mean nothing. Hephaistion knows this."

"Does he? Do you not think that perhaps a small part of him is hurt when he knows that you are guiltlessly sharing your warmth with some whore at night? Do you not think that he may scorn the people you take to bed?"

Alexander had not pondered this. Since he obviously had gained the upper hand in their argument, Cassander continued.

"And do you not think, my arrogant king, that maybe in his loneliness, Hephaistion has sought out comfort in the arms of another-"

"No! Hephaistion would never betray me in such a way-"

"Ha! Betrayal-is that what it is now? It was not deemed as such when you confessed to having done so. Does Hephaistion not feel as much as you do? Why should he not be allowed the fruits of sex when you so openly enjoy them?"

Alexander glared with as much malice as he could, but, as he had no answer, was forced to angrily look away. "Damn you, Cassander!" He muttered. He turned his gaze on their subject of discussion, who was completely unmindful of their argument.

"Look at him, Alexander, is he not breathe taking?" Cassander had once again leaned close to Alexander so as to be able to see as well. Alexander silently nodded his agreement. "Many would be more than glad to keep him warm at night, you know. What makes you so certain that he does not accept their offers? You never offer either way. You are not the only man with options."

In his heart, Alexander knew that Cassander was wrong. Hephaistion was his other half, and without each other, they would not be the men that they were at that moment. Long ago their bond had been formed in the strongest link that anyone could ever think of. They had already proven their loyalty to one another.

Still, with every question that Cassander asked, his mind continued to fumble for an answer, irritating as it was. Cassander was correct about Hephaistion attracting attention from others, and in some deep part of him, Alexander could not blame the general for his physical attraction to Hephaistion. Just one look into those profound blue eyes would leave a man feeling as though he had been wandering for years in a barren desert, and had at last gazed into his long awaited salvation. His full lips, when smiling (and even when not), could calm the very Gods at their most rampant and furious hour, making them feel a sense of warm comfort and rather foolish for becoming upset in the first place. And these were merely two features of his face, not to mention of his entire body, his entire, perfectly sculpted body…

Suddenly Hephaistion looked up to see Alexander staring and, after making eye contact, offered a shy smile. Alexander would have returned it; but realized that he was already making a fool of himself by wearing a goofy love struck face. So he simply smirked and teasingly lifted an eye brow. Hephaistion blushed and hurriedly turned his attention back to Bagoas. But Alexander had seen that blush and the way his eyes had lit up, and if nothing else he seemed to become even more concentrated on dancing. And he knew, he was reassured then, that Hephaistion would and could never betray him. He chuckled.

"It is not I who is the arrogant fool, Cassander…"

Cassander was still unconvinced. "Why don't we put your theory to the test? Let's see how loyal Hephaistion truly is."

Alexander shook his head. "I will not allow you to embarrass yourself in such a way, nor will I insult Hephaistion's loyalty by agreeing to a wager."

"Is the great Alexander afraid his favorite partner will stray after all?"

Alexander had heard enough of the man's questions. It was time to show him so that he would finally shut up. "Very well, Cassander. What exactly are you suggesting?"

A sly smile danced on Cassander's face. "When Hephaistion is alone, let me attempt to lure him into bed with me. If I succeed, then I win, and you will release your choking grip you've bestowed upon him all of this time. And if I fail, I shall resign from my position as general."

Alexander, who had been drinking at that moment, nearly choked from trying to stop the upcoming laughter. "You, tru-truly are drunk!"

Cassander sat and waited in an undignified manner. "Are you quite finished?"

"Yes, yes…Cassander, you are a fool, but when you do fail, I see no reason for losing a general. Simply seeing your pride deflate will be more than a good enough reward."

"If you were not King, Alexander…"

"Oh, cease your endless talking and go to him so that I may enjoy yet another victory sooner." He commanded. Glancing back, he could see that the two had stopped their performance at last, and the men watching had dispersed. Now where had Hephaistion gone…? With horror Alexander realized that Hephaistion was making his way toward their very couch. Under normal circumstances, Alexander would have loved this, but he had to allow Cassander to speak with Hephaistion alone (and within his hearing range in case Cassander tried anything unsportsmanlike).

Cassander briefly laid a hand on his king's shoulder as he stood up. Then he quickly finished off the rest of his wine and, with a smile-smirk to Alexander, went to Hephaistion. When he reached him, he made sure to speak loud enough for Alexander's ears.

"Hephaistion! Where are you off to?"

"Actually, Cassander, I was just…" Hephaistion glanced at Alexander (who quickly turned his gaze to the opposite side of the room). Hephaistion didn't want to seem rude; he was already on not-entirely-friendly terms with the other generals as it was. So he smiled kindly. "Did you need anything, Cassander?"

"Simply to speak with a friend. It is not often we are given such nights of gaiety, and we hardly interact with each other. Come and sit with me, Hephaistion, yours is the company I crave tonight."