In The Middle Of Massive Classical Studies Assignment.
Epicureans Vs. Stoics.

Intense Stuff.

Will Write For Another 'Kliss'!

(I'm Writing This, While Static Writes The Other Fics Update, During Study Break)

Due To The Fact The Title Practically Gives Away The Story, DON'T THREATEN TO HUNT ME DOWN AND KILL ME!

This Is Fiction, I Assure You, Kurt And Blaine Are Fine.
In Fact, They Are In The Kitchen Cooking Me Bacon And Eggs.

...They've Been Gone A While...Maybe I Should Check On Them...Or Is It Wiser To Not?

On With The Story!

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Chapter Five

'Emperor Anderson Rages'

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Having Kurt reciprocate his feelings, was the best feeling in the world.

Having to hide those feelings from anyone other than Kurt himself, and keep their love a secret, not such a good feeling.

Yeah, they got to spend a lot of time together, but Blaine wanted nothing more than to do the same stuff other couples would do. (Yeah, they were kind of dating at this point, after the kissing, and making love, it kind of, sealed the deal?)

Blaine wanted to hold Kurt's hand, and take him out and spoil him rotten.

But if he did, then he could ruin everything.

His father could find out, the empire could be thrown over.

The public could find out, and have them killed.

Or worse, they could kill Kurt, and accuse him of tainting his mind.

And keeping all of this bottled in, even for a short amount of time, could have disastrous effects.

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The emperor had thrown a special banquet in Blaine's honour.
And all of the household staff were in attendance, to serve the guests. This unfortunately seemed to include Kurt.

As all the guests ate and gradually became more and more drunk, they were all seated around the huge banquet table in the triclinium (Dining room), Blaine struggled to keep his eyes off of Kurt, who was given the job of re-filling the guest s drinks.

The way his soft hands encircled the jug of wine, his long fingers clasped tightly, the way his wrist would bend as he poured,

Blaine was mesmerised.

His eyes following Kurt about the room as he went where he was summoned.

Emperor Anderson was in the midst of a deep conversation with a highly esteemed philosopher, when he happened to glance over to see his son. Expecting him to be drinking and socialising, he was taken aback to discover him hardly even touching his food, and his eyes carefully watching his new body slaves every move.

He shook off any ideas of it meaning anything and returned to the conversation with the philosopher, whom hadn't even noticed the Emperors distraction.

As the night wore on however, every chance the emperor would get a chance to check on his son, he would be doing the same thing: Nothing but staring at the slave.

He couldn't help but notice every time the slave, Kirk? Would catch Blaine staring, he would blush ever-so-slightly.

Highly suspicious, Emperor Anderson slipped out of the room to make arrangements.

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As the sun light started to stream through Blaine's cubiculum (Bedroom) window, the rays dancing upon his tanned skin, he couldn't help but smile a little.

As unbearable as the previous night s event was, falling asleep in Kurt s arms was the greatest feeling in the world.

Still smiling lazily, Blaine rolled over on his side, facing where Kurt was the past night, when he fell asleep, only to be responded to by a giggle.

Opening one eye slightly, Blaine peeked at the form next to him. Still blurred by sleep, the person next to him seemed to have shrunk in height a little dramatically, and smelt strongly of oils.

"Kurt?" Blaine mumbled, "Kurt?" The form next to him replied.
The sound of the other voice woke Blaine up in an instant. Sitting up ramrod straight, and leaping out of bed, sheets hastily wrapped around his waist.

Kurt was no longer in bed anymore.

A heavily jewelled and decorated woman however, was.

"Who-who are you?" Blaine asked, furious. "Well, that s no was to talk to your fianc e, great way to start a marriage," The voice purred, as she started to slink across the bed seductively towards Blaine, who stepped even further away from the bed, trying to retain any sense of dignity and authority he still had left, considering he was wearing a bed sheet.

"I said who are you?"

"My name is, Seblina, your fian-"

Blaine didn't even give her a chance to finish her sentence before he was out the door and marching towards his father s tablinium (Office).

"Fianc e! You arrange a wife for me!" Blaine shouted, slamming his fists down on his father s desk, as emperor Anderson read over some scrolls.

"Naturally my boy, you are expected to marry after all, and why not Seblina, her father is a good man, and we paid him well enough."

"I have more important things to do at the moment than worry about entertaining a wife, father." Blaine spat angrily.

Emperor Anderson could see in his eyes that his important thing was the slave from the previous night.

"Son, whatever is going on between you and that slave of yours, is not any of my concern any longer, you are to marry Seblina, end of discussion"

"B-but-" Blaine stammered when Emperor Anderson cut him off again.

"No Buts, Blaine. You must marry her."

"I do not love her," Blaine met eyes with his father; his father s eyes grew cold. "It is not necessary to love your wife, the purpose of the marriage is for the city and for the population,"

They continue to stare each other down. Eyes locked in a now heated battle.

"Who do you love, Blaine?" Emperor Anderson finally spat out, coating Blaine's close face in a layer of saliva.

Blaine's mind reeled. And in a final act of defiance simply said; "Kurt,"

Emperor Anderson's eyes narrowed even further. "You wouldn't dishonour our ancestors and the gods, by not remaining dominant to those beneath us, you think you love him, he is just toying with you boy. You have no idea what love is."

"Father," Blaine stepped back from the desk, steadying himself as he continued, "he made love to me, and I-I fucking loved it, so you can take Seblina, and take your empire and shove it up your ass,"

Marcus slammed his fists down hard, causing a loud thud, that effectively silenced the entire domus (House).

"Go, and apologise to the gods, before they choose to be unforgiving,"

"No."

"Blaine, now!"

"No."

"Either you kill that slave, or you are ostracized from Pompeii."

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New Word:

Tablinium - Office

Wow...Wow...Wow.

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Cyanide-Pansy (Jaydee)