A/N This is another colab with izie15 we were talking on the phone this one night at like 1.30 am and I don't know how, but somehow Klaine in ancient Rome came up and we decided to make a fic about it. I hope you like it =) let us know: leave review
It was a sunny day in ancient Rome; the peasants were strolling along the market place and roaming the streets. Kids were playing by a nearby fountain.
Some slaves from aristocratic families were handing out bread to the poor, to put their masters in a good daylight. The republic was doing well and the people gained strength every day.
The senate was a variant group of newly rich and heirs of old fortunes. It has changed a lot over the past years. Yet not everyone was happy with that change.
One of those people was Marcus Anderson. He was a mighty man, known in almost the whole empire. He was an old-fashioned man, one who married young and produced legal children.
A man who valued the old traits and cared about the virtues set under the ruling of Augustus. He was the kind of man who only conversed with his own kind; someone in a lower rank was directly seen as scum.
Slaves were animals and objects, if one died or he just couldn't use it anymore than he bought a new one on the market. Easy and simple.
Then you have the opposite kind of people, people like Burt Hummel. He wasn't any less influential but their ideas had evolved together with the republic.
Virtues were still respected and the gods were the almighty power who ruled over everything but he was a man who didn't think of himself as better because he had money.
Of course his son was married to a woman of the same status and another aristocratic family but he could choose whom he befriended and with whom he slept.
Slaves were treated as humans, still they were lower in rank and they had to obey EVERY command, but they were taken care of.
Not needless to say that both men were very different. And, not needless to say, that the lives of their children were very different too.
It was on these kinds of days that Blaine enjoyed walking through the capital city of the most powerful empire in the entire history. He made sure he greeted important people and was always polite, to everyone. Even slaves, which some people thought was weird. But Blaine couldn't see the difference between them and himself. Even though his father didn't agree with him at all. Marcus Anderson had tried his best to make sure Blaine saw the world the way he did, but the kid had a mind of his own.
The young man was never the kind to follow other's ideas. He was proud of whom he was and not many could blame him. He was a good looking guy from a wealthy family, his future was set in the senate and his academics were great. Many girls and boys were swooning over the young Anderson as he walked through the cobbled streets of the mighty city.
He reached a market stand that was selling jewellery and his eye caught sight of a light blue necklace which, he thought, would look very nice on his mother. So he stepped nearer and reached for the little piece of art when he realised there was someone beating him to it. A young boy, with chestnut hair and eyes as blue as the necklace, stood in front of him as he stopped in front of the vender. His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the man properly. He was absolutely gorgeous! The boy, he couldn't be older than twenty three, looked shocked to see him stare at him.
"Hello, sir, are you interested?" the salesman asked Blaine with a slight bow to his posture.
"You have no idea," Blaine murmured.
The other man kept staring at him and Blaine shivered under his gaze. The bright globes were raking over his body as if he was a slave stalled out on the market, ready to be sold.
"Well it's a beautiful piece of handwork, sir I think any woman would be delighted to get this," the vender pushed.
Blaine completely ignored the man and extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson. And who are you beautiful?"
"That's some attitude you've got there, sir," the pale man said raising one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows. "I'm Kurt Hummel."
"The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Hummel," Blaine said not letting go of the soft hand.
"And quite the charmer too, Mr. Anderson. Well, well won't you win over all the boys and girls now?" Kurt teased. He smiled a little and raked his eyes over Blaine's body once more. The curly haired man stepped closer to Kurt and their chests almost touched. Nobody paid attention to the two boys flirting, this was normal. Some girls were even staring at the two with lust in their eyes.
"And still you don't mind me invading your personal space, what if I'd hurt you right now?" Blaine stated as calmly as possible, enjoying this back and forth between them.
"So you think I can't defend myself?" Kurt asked him, disbelief ringing through his voice as he took a step back.
"As a matter of fact I do, baby you are just peachy... how could you ever stand up against me. Now why don't we just go somewhere private and... talk" Blaine suggested.
"As … fun as that sounds, I actually have somewhere to be," Kurt said turning his attention back to the vender and purchasing the necklace.
"Where would you have to go do desperately? Do you really want to pass up on this opportunity Kurt? Do you really?" Blaine asked in a sultry voice.
"Wanting's got nothing to do with it," he replied while slowly walking away, deliberately swaying his hips as much as he could.
Blaine's eyes darkened at the sight of those long and lean legs and that perfectly round ass. He'd never wanted anyone more than this guy and this guy he would get. Some girls came up to him as Kurt walked away but he ignored them and walked in another direction.
Kurt carefully slipped the necklace in his pocket and continued his walk with a playful smirk lingering on his lips. Things like this happened a lot, but this particular guy had woken some interest in Kurt. His golden eyes had entranced him, his black curly hair shone in the sun, casting a glowing on the dark locks. Not to mention his body! If Kurt was completely honest he really wanted to feel those strong arms winding around his shoulders.
Meanwhile Blaine was thinking about Kurt sleeping on his chest while he was winding his fingers through his chestnut hair. Blaine was so preoccupied with his daydream that he didn't see where he was headed. He stumbled into Wes and David, his childhood friends. He quickly apologised out of habit but when he saw whom he had hit, he couldn't help himself from bursting out in laughter.
"What a greeting," Wes said still holding Blaine from catching him.
"Where were you going anyway? Aren't you supposed to be at your father's?" David asked him.
"I just met an angel who could compete with Aphrodite's beauty," Blaine said still with a wide grin on his face. "It was like Eros himself guided us to meet each other." Blaine murmured more to himself than anything.
Wes looked at David and said: "Here he goes again."
"It looks like he's got it hard this time though," David said eyeing Blaine up and down.
Blaine looked kind of offended from their comments and quickly shook his head.
"No, I don't!"
"Is he high?" Wes asked David, pretending to take Blaine's temperature.
"Ha ha very funny," Blaine said dodging David's hand.
"Oh, but Blainey we haven't seen you like this since Cooper got married to Holly," David said.
"But, I mean I haven't spoken to him for more than 10 minutes," Blaine tried his best not to blush, but failed terribly at it.
Wes and David only looked meaningful at each other and Blaine quickly tried to get past them to continue his morning walk. Too bad for him the duo saw this coming and grabbed him by the arms.
"Oh no mister, you're not going anywhere until we know the name of this guy who made you complete starstruck," Wes teased.
"Let go – guys! Come on let loose, okay fine! His name is Kurt Hummel, happy now?" was the annoyed response they got.
"No way Anderson, you're going to tell us exactly how this guy looks like and who he is."
"We want to know everything."
The thing about Wes and David was that they liked to talk as if they were twins; they loved finishing each other's sentences and completing each other's thoughts.
Blaine sighed, complied and let himself be dragged through the streets.
Some people looked at the three boys strangely but ignored the whole deal; things like this weren't uncommon in Rome. People were killed every day as if it's normal, well it kind of is. Mars' wrath lived through in humans and this was what they did when the wrath was pent up. David and Wes dragged the smaller boy to a deserted alley and threw Blaine against the wall of a small house. Blaine groaned as his back hit the stones but straightened out rather quickly. Wes and David were hovering over the curly haired man with smug grins plastered on their faces.
"Go on, Anderson. Spit it out!" Wes said prodding Blaine's chest.
"Oh, Wesley, you know better than I do that I won't tell you anything when I don't feel like it," Blaine said, feeling a smile tug on his lips.
"Well maybe we'll have to make him feel like it..." said the dark male to Wes. "B, we know wine always helps to loosen the tongue. Dionysus himself has invented it for pleasure and for times like these."
"You can't make me drink wine though," Blaine said, his eyes darkening with suspicion.
"Oh but Blaine, we know you LOVE the taste of the sweet juice of life. Why won't you tell us B? It's not like we don't know of your sexscapeds all over the city. No man or woman hasn't heard about your extraordinary stamina and huge member. So it doesn't really matter anymore." reasoned Wes.
"Really, Wes? Really? I know my sexlife isn't a secret, but maybe it's time that I stop telling you everything though," Blaine said, scrambling to his feet and trying to push past his two best friends again.
"For Zeus' sake Blaine, we are your best friends!" called David after the young man while he walked away. Blaine turned around and glared one more time before he disappeared in the crowd of the city.
Kurt opened the door to his house, and was met with an enthusiastic Brittany.
"Hi boo, I found you a present on the market today," Kurt said, chuckling and hugging the blonde woman.
"Ooh, Kurtie show me, please!"
Kurt took out the newly purchased necklace, ordered her to turn around and close her eyes. She did as she was told and shivered as he draped the blue piece of art around her neck. She turned around again and kissed him on the lips.
"Thank you so much honey! So how was your day off?" Brittany asked him while she stroked the dark haired girl's hand who was pouring some wine into two glasses.
"It was good, interesting nonetheless. I'm just glad father let me out of class for one day. Teacher Schuester is getting on my nerves." the pale figure sighed walking towards the couch. "I know I have to study the arts of eloquence for my future career but even Sphinx would want that man to shut up."
Brittany giggled and brought him one of the two glasses. "Thank you Santana, could you go make us some dinner?" She asked the girl, who bowed and left to do as she was told.
"Thanks Britt-Britt, what did you do today?" Kurt asked, accepting the glass he was handed.
"Oh you know the usual. I walked in the garden and took a bath with Santana and Tina. Then San and I had a little bit of fun afterwards," the blonde giggled, spilling a drop of wine on her dress. "Whoops!"
"It's nothing, dear. I just hope you have some energy left for me tonight... " whispered Kurt into her ear, his voice dropping a bit.
"Oh but Kurtie, you know I'm never too tired for you," she smiled a devious grin and leaned over to quickly peck him on the lips.
"But only because you are so amazing," the woman teased who was crawling on his lap. Kurt wound his arms around her slender waist and tugged her closer towards him.
"Hmmmm," Kurt hummed against Brittany's neck.
"So did you have any fun today?" asked Britt sweetly.
"I went to the market, which was quite… interesting. I met a guy there who was very – how do I say this – flattering," Kurt decided to tell her. His mind was still flooding with images of the dark haired boy's lips and his toned chest.
"Hmmm I know that look on my husband. So did you fuck him?" the girl asked bluntly.
Kurt laughed as his wife was very much interested. "No hon I didn't."
"Why not you thought he was hot and well everyone thinks you're some kind of god, and I for a fact know that that's true." winked Britt.
"I know that but I couldn't wait to get home to you though," he said softly cradling her face and brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes.
"Kurt you know you could've always brought him with you. Maybe you could fuck him while he was fucking me or one of you could change places I don't care. What stopped you boo?" Britt scrunched her eyebrows together.
Kurt sighed and gave in. "I don't really know, maybe it was just his attitude. I mean he acted like he owned then entire city of Rome. And you know I don't like it when people act all arrogant in my face, although I do appreciate the drama of it all," he told her.
"Hmmm, so he was an ass, it's not like you were ever going to see him again after. Come on Kurt there aren't many people from our status in the whole empire," the blonde giggled.
"I know but he was, I saw it in his eyes and I could tell by the way he dressed. Purple, honey, you know that means money. And he looked like he defeated Kronos himself." Kurt let out a breathy laugh at that statement.
Brittany nodded and saw that her husband had had enough of this topic and was very grateful that Santana came in carrying their meal.
They chatted while eating their plates empty. Burt came in the moment that they were finished with an angry Finn trailing behind him.
"Burt, no I don't want to marry Quinn Fabray! She doesn't even like me and that's an understatement!" Finn yelled.
Finn sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Look I know her family is well off but she just wants to climb the social ladder. Burt I don't want this."
"Quit your whining Finn, everything is settled and there's nothing you can do about it anymore," Burt said patting his son on the shoulder as a greeting. "Hi Kurt, Brittany," he said kissing the blonde on her cheek.
"Finn is right though Dad. Should we really welcome someone into this family who won't keep our name where it belongs?" Kurt asks. "Britt's family has the same status as ours but Quinn's is so much lower. Her parents are merchants. I know they have fortune but they don't know to handle our uses."
"Not you too," Burt sighed. He knew all of those things but still, he wanted to proceed with the marriage. "Look we just don't have any other girl of our status who's still single. We're lucky Quinn's family has money!"
"Yeah otherwise it would be a complete abomination for this family," Britt sighed. "We would be Rome's laughing stock."
"But I don't want to!" Finn whined.
"We're not discussing this again, Finn!" Burt said exasperated. "You are marrying Quinn Fabray, end of story!"
"Look father maybe we should look outside of Rome, maybe in Venice or Firenze but this is no use! Quinn is a life sucking demon who even if Eros hit her with an arrow couldn't feel the slightest bit of love!" screamed Kurt.
Burt looked at Kurt's flushed face and decided that this was going nowhere. He needed Finn to marry Quinn Fabray otherwise his family's status would go down the drain. Finn was turning 27 next month and he still wasn't married, people began to ask questions and Burt couldn't afford that in his current position.
"Look I really don't have time for this right now," Burt said. "I only came over here to tell you that Carole keeps bugging me because you two haven't been visiting," he said to his son.
"I know, we'll go over soon, but Dad you can't just walk away from this now," Kurt yelled after his father who was leaving the room again, leaving a flustered Kurt and dumbstruck Finn behind.
"Come on Kurt, let's go to bed." said Britt as she tugged him up and led him to the bedroom.
Kurt woke up the next day with his naked wife clinging to him as a monkey. He stroked her hair softly as he woke her up from her slumber.
"Baby, I'm sorry but I have to go to the bathhouse." Britt lifted herself off her husband and crawled back into the sheets as Kurt stood up.
Santana handed a robe to the naked man as Mike walked in with breakfast. Kurt thanked them and made his way to the city's best bathhouse. It was still early so not many people were on the cobbled streets. Kurt didn't like going to the bathhouse in the middle of the day; people always advanced on him when he was there, so he preferred quiet and peace. And he did not have to see old wrinkly naked men hitting on him. He walked inside and told the slave his name as she led him to the changing room. Some others were present but he didn't care. Kurt stripped out of his clothes and handed them to another slave.
"And so we meet again," a cool voice came from behind him.
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