Ouranos had almost forgotten how beautiful Baruna really was. It had been such a long time since Ouranos had witnessed the boy fight. About five years, perhaps? Yes, five years. Five long years of fighting and somehow, the gladiator had managed to forget about the stunning creature before him. Somehow he had managed to forget about the way the youth moved, how his luscious body taunted Ouranos from behind the Coliseum's bars. How Ouranos had longed to reach out and claim that angelic body. How he longed to hear the boy gasp and moan beneath him, begging to be touched.
Ouranos had fantasized about the boy thousands of times. It always started with Baruna sprawled out beneath him, chest bare, dark hair splayed out on the cold stone floor. Ouranos would be leaning over him, briefly admiring the beautiful specimen beneath him as it panted, its flawless chest rising and falling with every breath. Then Ouranos would grasp the boy's chin, pulling him into a rough kiss. Baruna would gladly accommodate Ouranos' needs, allowing the taller man to ravage his mouth. The taller man would then work his down, nibbling on a delicious ear, tasting that succulent neck. And the child would love it, beg for it, but he would have to wait for it. For at this point, Ouranos would bite his nipple and the boy would scream. The nipple would bleed from the bite and the taller man would watch the blood slowly navigate its way down the stomach, and eventually below his waist…
But all this was a fantasy, and that was all.
In truth, Baruna had never approached him. In fact, it was extremely possible that he had never even heard about Ouranos. So he fought, hoping to gain a reputation so that the child would admire him the same way that the man admired the child. It was then, once people were just learning his name and revering it, that Baruna escaped the Coliseum, and Ouranos' life.
And here the boy was, standing in front of him, lighting a cigarette. As the cigarette butt touched the boy's lips, rage flowed through Ouranos' body. There stood his long-time object of desire, looking at him with a bored expression. No, not bored-indifferent. The boy he had watched fight, the one he fantasized about was staring at him with indifference. It was like all of his fighting, his reputation which he had worked so hard for, had gone to waste. And for that, Ouranos would hurt him. He would tear the screams from his throat until his screams were silent.
The battle progressed, and despite the injuries Baruna had sustained, he still made no sound other than insignificant grunts of pain. Rage had consumed Ouranos' body by this point. Grasping Baruna's head, the taller man slammed it into the stone pillar beside him. Still the boy did not scream. Ouranos slammed the boy's head into the pillar again. Still nothing. Until…
A sharp pain in his neck, the cold feeling of blood trickling down his neck as Baruna dug his dagger into Ouranos' neck. Ouranos spoke, but whatever he said didn't really matter to him, really. What did was the sight of such a beautiful creature stained with blood and injuries he had caused. Ouranos had tainted this heavenly being; broken its wings and dragged it down to earth.
And that was much more beautiful than any scream the boy could've made.