Whet Dream

Title: "Whet Dream" (1/1)
Author: Brian Gamble (brn_gamble)
Email address: brn_gamble_at_yahoo.com
Feedback: Appreciated. On list is preferred, whether good or bad.
Fandom: S.W.A.T. -- Alexander the Great (crossover)
Date: April 17, 2005
Disclaimer: Whether RP (real people) or characters, this is totally based on my own daydreams and fantasies. I don't claim to own anything, nor do I profit from writing and sharing fanfic.
Beta: Jim (author name: Jimbo)
Warnings: Slash (gay?), graphic sex, crossover, very AR (alternate reality), some angst, some bad language
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Author Notes: Based on the 2003 movie "S.W.A.T." (characters Brian Gamble and Jim Street -- as portrayed by Jeremy Renner and Colin Farrell) and the 2004 movie "Alexander" (characters Alexander and Hephaistion -- as portrayed by Colin Farrell and Jared Leto). I know crossovers aren't to every taste, but you might still give it a read. You never know -- you might like it. LOL.
You can assume that time-wise this is placed after Brian Gamble (of "S.W.A.T.") has been off the police force for some time...

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He stood quietly in line, glancing thoughtfully at the list of movies as he yanked out his wallet. He was finding it restful to stand quietly in the murky gray of a rainy evening -- a rare enough event in Los Angeles -- while waiting to buy his ticket. He couldn't help grinning; it was a nice change to be alone, away from constant meaningless chatter and grating laughter of the people he spent time with -- people he didn't really think of as his friends.

Once inside Brian sat down alone in a side aisle of the theater, happy to be concealed by the darkness. He felt almost entirely hidden by the gloom, pleasantly obscured in some familiar, womb-like fashion. In fact, the sensation reminded him strongly of his pre-teen years, back when he'd frequently gone alone to see some movie. He'd always found it comfortable to sit for long hours inside one of the dark warehouse-huge rooms, chewing stale popcorn and staring up at the large white screen. Brian had never had trouble letting himself float away inside the world that flashed before his eyes. Back then he'd been happily drawn away from the less real -- yet far more painful hours -- spent at home and school. At the movies he could be anyone -- and look any way -- that he wanted. He could forget his 'average' face, unruly hair and awkward body. Brian knew how to go inside the story and become whichever character suited him -- either good or bad. He knew how to feel the larger -- and more important -- emotions of the movie world. The film emotions were decidedly more interesting than his day-to-day boredoms and petty annoyances...

Even after he'd grown into his body as a teenager and gained popularity and accepatance -- and even after he'd graduated and moved on to achieve several life successes -- Brian had continued to enjoy the escapism of running off to see a movie. Of course, there had been numerous times as an adult when he'd shared the experience with his friends, no longer feeling that desperate childhood need for change.

But in recent months Brian's life had taken a bad turn -- and he felt nearly as insecure and nondescript as he had in his youth. He knew he was spending too much time these days in trying to feel important -- and too many hours trying to make the members of his new 'crowd' notice him. It was exhausting work trying to be 'on' all the time -- trying to be cool and tough and mysterious.

Yeah, it was restful to wait quietly in line with strangers to see a movie...

Brian took his popcorn and soda and walked quickly through the multiplex to the correct theater, only pausing briefly inside the door to let his eyes adjust to the dark. The previews were already playing as he slipped carefully into an empty seat in an empty row surrounded by other empty rows. This movie was bombing, which was probably his best reason for being here. He wanted to sit in a theater that wasn't crowded with people.

He'd heard through word-of-mouth that the main reason this movie wasn't drawing crowds were several scenes of 'guy-on-guy shit' -- information which suited Brian just fine. As an ex-cop he might be something of a homophobe, but in actuality he'd always felt attracted to other men -- no matter how carefully he hid his attraction.

The beginning of the film was slow and boring. Brian began to wish he'd used something to give him a buzz before coming. He was afraid he was going to nod off right in the theater. He took a long pull on the straw of his soda, hoping the caffeine would give him enough of a jolt to keep him from dozing.

Finally Anthony Hopkins was no longer center screen. The sight of a young Alexander made Brian shift in his seat and lean forward, interested.

As the movie progressed and a blond Colin Farrell assumed the role, Brian realized he was identifying with this Macedonian king who had come to be known as 'great.' It was a strange choice for a man -- like him -- who was currently pretty well down-and-out, but that didn't matter. Alexander had suffered his own brand of insecurities and youthful angst. Greatness aside, he was still a man, with a man's problems and worries...

But what grabbed Brian by the balls was the relationship between Alexander and his darkly handsome general, Hephaistion. He longed to see these two men lying and rolling together, limbs locked. In spite of what he saw on the screen, Brian's mind was already spinning wonderfully intimate moments long before the credits began to run...

He'd felt this magic before, many times. He hated to leave the darkness behind; he hated to go out into the normal world and potentially face some meaningless vocal interaction in the lobby or parking lot. Once outside the theater doors, Brian wanted to hurry home and climb into bed -- he longed to shut himself away in more darkness, where he could let his thoughts float and dream. He needed to whet his sudden appetite for exotic pleasure, albeit in his fantasies...

The clouds had cleared away, leaving the dark night sky lit by stars and moon as Brian climbed inside his car. He breathed in deeply, smelling some unusual, exotic smell that reminded him of spices. The magic was still with him, clinging to the air around him. He drove home in a daze, unable to remember the actual drive. Then he quickly locked up, tossed off his clothes, shut out the lights and climbed naked into bed. He closed his eyes and thought back, remembering the movie as he drifted to sleep...

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He awoke with a start, his eyes straining to adjust to the dim light. He glanced across the room and saw a strange lamp sitting on a small table, flame low. He could make out shadows on the multi-colored fabric walls of what appeared to be a large tent. He was lying in a bed and he noted other furniture contained in this tent room. Beyond one flap he could make out another part of the tent, though he couldn't quite see who or what might be in the additional space.

Where the hell was he?

Brian watched as a hand lifted the flap and a man entered, ducking under it. The flap fell back in place and Brian was forced to squint to make out the features of his visitor.

Was the man Jim Street?

The man had turned and was disrobing, tossing his clothes in a neat pile on the floor. He was clearly comfortable enough not to care if Brian might be awake and observing him. Well, he'd certainly seen Jim naked often enough in the past -- just as Jim had frequently seen him naked. There was nothing strange about that! Brian let his eyes linger on the familiar curve of Jim's buttocks; he let his eyes trace up Jim's spine and admire the strong, muscled back and shoulders he knew all-too-well...

But when the man turned back around to face him, Brian realized he wasn't looking into Jim's face. This man was familiar, but his strong features were more pretty than Jim's. The eyes were a brilliant blue -- so blue that even the darkness of the poorly lit tent couldn't hide their radiance.

It wasn't Jim. But he knew this man -- he knew him every bit as well as he'd known Jim. Somehow he felt comforted to see this attractive man walking with determination toward his bed...

The man climbed in without waiting for an invitation. He pressed his naked body close and breathed hot breath on Brian's neck.

"Alexander," the man whispered. "How I've longed for the end of day!"

Brian reached a hand up into his hair, feeling dampness as his fingers combed through the long tangles.

"You're in a sweat," Hephaistion said, his voice still pitched low, "and your hair is wet! You'll be ill if you don't take care."

Brian laughed, surprised by his own voice. "I'm fine," he said, realizing how different he sounded. These weren't the words of Brian Gamble! This was Alexander, king of Macedon, who spoke.

Brian touched his own arms and stroked his own chest. The sense of amazement was fading as he became accustomed to the idea. He was Alexander. He had always been Alexander -- who else?

Now he was abed with Hephaistion -- who was not his former partner Jim Street. There were lying quietly together, naked bodies pressing flesh against flesh.

Hephaistion's fingers were in his hair, stroking. Alexander could feel these fingers carefully rubbing his scalp while a second hand moved around his shoulders and pulled him even closer.

His lips were separated by an insistent tongue that probed inside his mouth and strummed lightly over his teeth. Alexander moaned as he reached out and tightly grasped Hephaistion's head between his hands. He pulled back with a growl and broke the kiss, staring into the familiar blue eyes and issuing a warning look. He was no longer the boy that Hephaistion had won so many years ago -- now he was a man and a king! Alexander could no longer be a boy for his friend, no matter how often he'd managed the trick in their youth...

'But I want to submit to Jim,' Brian's mind argued. 'If I'm being honest with myself I have to admit that I've wanted to submit to him for years. Maybe forever. Haven't I?' Brian shook off the thought and let this other part of him once more take command...

"We should not," he hissed, easily staring Hephaistion down.

Hephaistion glanced up into Alexander's face through thick, dark lashes, his eyes lowered in submission. "I will do whatever pleases you, Alexander. Only let me stay with you. Let me be with you."

'Yes!' Brian's mind screamed. 'Yes!'

"You must be my boy, then," Alexander said. His words were soft, but the tone of command was plain.

Hephaistion closed his eyes and swallowed. Then he stared directly at Alexander and nodded, licking his dry lips. "Whatever you wish," he replied.

Alexander's hands began to explore his friend, running roughly across the sensitive nipples and tracing the edges of the tender navel until Hephaistion squirmed under the caresses.

The fair head lifted and loomed over Hephaistion, hands guiding movement. Hephaistion shifted into the center of the bed, allowing Alexander to position pillows beneath his head and arrange the positions of his arms and legs.

They were both sighing deeply as they tried to swallow their groans. "A tent is hardly the place for this," Alexander whispered. "We must remember how easily we can be heard."

Hephaistion nodded wordless agreement as Alexander knelt over him.

They were both quiet, listening to the sounds of the camp that surrounded the tent. Muffled voices could be heard in the distance, as could the sound of footsteps and brief clangs of metal on metal and other indiscernible noises. It was far from quiet, but certainly more so than during the daylight hours...

"I will bloody my lips in trying to keep back the sounds of my pleasure," Alexander said, pressing his mouth to Hephaistion's. They kissed long and hard, breaking apart reluctantly as they both gasped for air.

"We'll manage the necessary silence, my Love," Hephaistion said, "even if you must gag me," he added, teasingly.

"I shall have to find something to gag you with, then, I suppose," Alexander teased back, eyes glittering dangerously. "What do you think would be best?"

Hephaistion grinned up and again licked his lips, making the motion of his tongue as deliberate as possible. "I think we both have an idea. Don't you?"

They laughed quietly together as Alexander lifted himself over Hephaistion's face. He pressed the hot, hard flesh against Hephaistion's lips and felt them part, stretching to cover teeth. Then he thrust forward and was welcomed into the warmth of Hephaistion's mouth.

He balanced himself carefully on his arms, not wanting to lose control and push in too deeply. Alexander stifled moans at the wet friction, biting down hard on his bottom lip when a tongue played against the tiny hole of his penis.

"I... I don't want to finish this way," he managed, pulling back.

Hephaistion groaned in disappointment. "Don't stop, Love," he hissed. "I want to feel you spend in my mouth. I want to drink your divine seed!"

Alexander wrapped fingers around himself and drew several shuddering breaths. "No. It's too soon."

"You need to finish, Alexander," Hephaistion said, reasoning with him.

Alexander shifted again and stretched out on his side, facing Hephaistion. He reached out a hand and beckoned until Hephaistion had moved to face him, their faces close. They were both sweating heavily, the aroma a heady, musky scent that made their nostrils twitch.

A hand wrapped around Hephaistion's penis and began to gently pump. Hephaistion gasped and thrust forward, his mouth lolling open and his eyes shut. He closed his hand over the working fist and directed a quicker motion. Alexander leaned his head into the curve of Hephaistion's neck and muffled his laughter against the damp skin.

"So that's how it is?" he whispered, voice smug. "It's you who wants to finish! Well, I suppose we can manage that, then."

Fingers pressed more firmly and the pumping continued. Alexander's mouth worked against Hephaistion's neck, sucking and nipping the tender skin.

Hephaistion bit his own forearm when he felt himself overcome. Alexander crooned softly into Hephaistion's ear.

"Yes, yes, my Love! Let your seed flow. Let it spurt. I want to feel it pouring from your body," he whispered, voice insistent. "Give me your libation, Hephaistion," Alexander commanded.

"It is... it is yours, my king," Hephaistion gasped out. "I am yours."

Then he pulled free of Alexander's manipulations and rolled until his face and stomach were pressed against the surface of the mattress. He thrust his hips upward in clear invitation.

'I wish that I was lying on my face, waiting for Jim to penetrate me," Brian thought briefly -- just before Alexander moved to cover Hephaistion.

The penetration was both familiar and strange, a quick thrust of hot flesh inside wet flesh. Alexander pushed in and out, aided by Hephaistion's backward thrusts. The strong smell of musk mingled now with a scent of exotic flowers and Hephaistion's spilled seed; these combined with the tang of penetration, a smell both men knew well.

Alexander's hands were gripping Hephaistion's hips, fingers digging deeply into the firm, warm flesh. Hephaistion arched his neck back and shuddered, then he pressed his mouth into a pillow and bit the cloth hard between his strong, white teeth. Alexander continued to ride his lover, panting with effort. Finally he stiffened, feeling himself spurt into Hephaistion's bowel. He collapsed against his friend, sweat mingling with sweat and seed mingling with seed.

They rolled languidly until they were spooning, Hephaistion pressing his belly against Alexander's back.

"So good," Hephaistion whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you, Brian," he heard Jim Street saying, in a voice that was louder. "I've always loved you." There was no mistaking that voice!

And then he was asleep...

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The sheets were sticky when Brian woke. It was still night, a small stream of streetlight illumination creeping through the slits of the window blinds as he rose and moved to the bathroom. He needed to piss badly and he cursed as he stubbed his toe on the doorjamb.

A dream! It was just a fucking dream! But it seemed so real...

Brian left the light off as he walked to the toilet. Then he shook off and moved to the sink, turning on the tap long enough to briefly splash his hands and wet his face.

He started as he caught sight of himself in the bathroom mirror. He was suddenly staring into the eyes of Alexander the Great...

"Fuck this!" he said, tearing himself away and heading back to bed.

Brian crawled into bed and shifted until he found a dry spot. He was too confused and heartsick to think straight. Yet he was unsurprised to realize his dream had further whet his appetite for the absent Jim Street.

"I'll think about it tomorrow," he decided. "I'm probably still dreaming."

But as he was falling back to sleep he couldn't help wondering. 'Will I dream about Jim and me -- or about Alexander and Hephaistion?'

Either one would be great, he decided, smiling as he drifted off.

~the end~