The elections were over and the winners, of course, were holding huge dinners at their houses. Every single patrician in Tarraco who counted was invited to the new aedile's party. The man wasn't going to let it be forgotten and didn't spare any money – he ordered the most exotic, strangest, newest food, everything he could get, the best wines in the whole Empire and had a lot of slaves to serve the meal.
Lovino was invited with his whole family and, as always, Antonio had to accompany him, after all, he was a personal servant. He hated these dinners. He couldn't do anything, not even serve the food, he just had to stand there and look acceptable, if Lovino did need anything from him, then do it, maybe he could go with other slaves and talk while the nobles were having their dinner, but really, mostly just stand and not say a word. It was pointless to be there. Okay, when they were going back home, he carried the torch but so what? There were other patricians who didn't drag their servants around, and the host always let them borrow a slave for the way home.
But of course Antonio couldn't get away with it. He was standing at the corner, near to where Lovino was lying on a sofa just as the others, and tried to not seem too bored, that would get him or even Lovino into trouble, and he didn't want that… He leaned against the wall and tilted his head back, looking at the ceiling, his arms crossed in front of his chest. He didn't understand why other slaves loved being a personal servant. There might not be any beating or whipping, there might not be any exhausting work, too much sunshine and heat but… It was so boring… He seriously thought he would die out of boredom… He would preferably work on the fields, really…
Antonio woke up for laughter. Wait, 'woke up'? Oh no, he couldn't possibly fall asleep, could he? He quickly stood properly, pushing himself away from the wall, but the minute he looked up he knew he wasn't getting away with it.
Multiple pairs of eyes were looking at him, the patricians, women and men laughing. He could even here what they were saying… He wished he couldn't, he wished he was dead… Damn, he wished everything that wouldn't make him this ridiculous!
"Oh, Lovino, you are so rude to that poor slave! Don't you let him sleep a bit?" a woman with blonde hair said to the other patrician, giggling.
"Yes, that's so inhuman!" a man added, faking a sad and angry face, then he burst into laughing as well.
"I wonder what you keep him up with at night…" another, red-haired woman said with a mysterious smile and winked. Oh no, this was the worst… Antonio even blushed at that and looked at the woman slightly shocked.
"Ah, please, ladies, don't ruin my slave's self-esteem completely! How will he do anything for me if he's busy with being sorry for himself?" Lovino made a fake pout before chuckling as well and looked at Antonio. "But I understand him, everyone needs a good sleep once in a while! Don't they? Especially if they look this good! I'm not kidding, ladies, take me seriously and think about it! I bet that all of the other slaves queue in front of his door at nights!" he added ironically, smirking while he was speaking, though he was clearly drunk, his words coming out a bit thickly. He earned a huge laughter from the others, only making Antonio blush even more. The slave straightened his back and looked downwards, biting down on his bottom lip strongly. He had never been humiliated this badly. And by his own master. By Lovino who had been his /friend/ once. And who forgot all of this and now made fun of him in front of whole Tarraco.
"Well, maybe I would queue as well…" the blonde woman noted twirling a lock of her long hair around her finger and sent Antonio a seductive look, though the slave didn't notice it, the comment was enough to make him embarrassed enough.
"But Safrina! Stand to the end of the line!" a woman with brown hair who hadn't spoken yet said and chuckled, winking to Antonio, but the man was still looking downwards as she noticed with a pout.
"Sorry to disappoint you, ladies, but I can't lend him to you, I need him to be fresh on the mornings. Maybe one day!" Lovino interrupted them laughing. "And how rude! I thought you liked me, Fiorel!" he whined looking at the woman who spoke last with sad eyes, only to start chuckling at the next moment again, before standing up. "But now I shall take my leave, I've drunk a bit more than I should have anyway…" he giggled, supporting himself on the sofa, he felt really dizzy at once as he was on his feet. "Antonio!" he cried out for him and beckoned to him as he started towards the host while all the ladies were whining for him to stay and the men saying goodbye to him.
Lovino headed towards the host and said a proper goodbye to him as well, then aimed for his house. His parents were staying a bit longer but he had enough of this party for tonight, he knew that if he stayed he would just get even drunker and that he shouldn't do that… He didn't want to have an even worse hangover the next day…
As they were walking home, Antonio held the torch as usual, lighting their way and didn't say a word. Though they barely had even started when he had to help Lovino, the patrician was too drunk to walk alone. He wrapped an arm around his waist and had the man's around his neck. If his evening wasn't bad enough, helping the drunken Lovino home would surely make it so. He was so relieved when they finally arrived. He of course accompanied him to his room, after all Lovino had never needed his help to strip from his toga as much as now. It wasn't an easy task for Antonio to take it off of him though…
"Please, sir, try to stand at least for a minute without my help!" he sighed as he carefully let go of the other and peeled down his arms from his neck. "Good. Now, just for a few minutes, stay like this. If you feel like falling, don't hesitate to tell me and hold onto me again" he said, trying to stay polite as he unbuckled the clasps on his shoulder and arm, slowly starting to go around him and unwrap it from him. Fortunately, Lovino was standing quite stable on his feet and he could properly take off the toga. He folded it and placed to the shelf, to its place before turning back to the man. He undid the belt and slid off his tunic from him. He wasn't paying too much attention to what the man was doing which proved to be a bad idea as he could barely start folding the tunic when he suddenly found himself pressed against the wall. He accidently dropped the tunic and was now blinking at Lovino who had his hands pushing Antonio to the wall by his shoulders.
"Sir…?" he tried to ask but suddenly he was cut off by lips crashing against his owns. His eyes widened, his whole body froze and he got really confused, having no idea what was going on. But he quickly got back his presence of mind and pushed the patrician away, looking at him shocked. "W-what was that, sir? Wasn't those… those jokes at the dinner enough?" he dared to question the other, and he didn't think for a minute that he might shouldn't as he was only a slave. He found it cruel and wasn't going to give it up just because of his social status. Even if he got punished for it.
"Aw, why would it be a joke?" Lovino sighed but was smirking as he leaned close to Antonio again, now going to press kisses to his jawline who tried to get away from him, but the wall was in his way. "Who says that I'm doing this because of some stupid joke told earlier? Mmm, though I really meant that you are good-looking… So handsome…" he sighed and trailed his lips to the slave's shoulder, pulling away his tunic from his way.
"S-still!" Antonio pushed him away, utterly shocked and stared at him. He couldn't completely believe what the other was saying. First of all, he was drunk, and, as it seemed, eager to get him to bed, so who knows, he might be just saying these to achieve what he wanted. "I don't care about your opinion about me! And I may be a slave of yours but not your whore! ... Y-you just cannot do that...!" he protested as he tried to get away from him but Lovino held him tightly.
"Nobody said that you're a whore" the patrician shook his head and slid a hand down on Antonio's body, to his bottom and pressed their hips against each other. "I just thought that we could have some fun…" he whispered and leaned to the slave's neck as he tilted his head back, letting out a soft moan at the friction, he just couldn't help it... "You are older than me, you can't be a virgin" he continued as he covered Antonio's neck into his kisses. "I don't see why you are protesting so much."
Antonio trembled under his touches and lips, tilting his head back as he tried to focus on his thoughts. He didn't want it because… Because? He had reasons like because he's a slave and Lovino was his master – but this just made things easier, after all, he had to obey him, he shouldn't be rejecting him at all… Another was that the patrician was drunk – but he had already had sex with drunken people and when he was drunk as well, so that wasn't a real excuse either. And Lovino had answered his other worries earlier…
But there was one thing left, the only thing he was constantly bothered by since he had gotten here, and what he always wanted to ask but never had the chance to. Did Lovino remember him? The patrician didn't say a word about it to him and it didn't leave him alone. And also, this was the reason of his pure shock – the boy was four years younger than him which is pretty much when you're only a child. He always thought about Lovino as a small child, someone to play with, someone to care of, even now when he was his servant, the other was only a child to him…
But as he discovered, he wouldn't mind /that much/ to get into this kind of relationship with him. Lovino was very good-looking and so hot with what he was saying and doing right now. How could Antonio resist? How could anyone resist?
He took a deep breath and raised his hands to cup Lovino's face and make him look up from caressing his neck, then kissed him on the lips. The patrician was taken by surprise but smirked, returning it instantly. This was just what he wanted, he didn't want to waste any more time with questioning why the sudden change, but it didn't matter to him anyway, he had drunk a bit too much alcohol for that.
Lovino pulled away from him and lead him to the bed where he quickly took off Antonio's belt and tunic before pushing the now almost naked slave to his bed. He looked up and down on him, watching every inch of his body, which made the man blush deeply and look away, and just then did he go to climb on top of him. He leaned down to press a quick kiss to his lips, but he went on to placing kisses all over his skin, his neck, his chest, his abdomen… And he had to admit how gorgeous this man was, not like he didn't know it before. But he just had to admire it now, expressing it by pressing kisses everywhere on his chest. He became even more eager when he started receiving soft moans as an answer. As the other started getting even louder, Lovino trailed up to his lips and kissed him passionately before pulling away so his eyes could meet with hazy green ones that were demanding more from him. He also realized that Antonio's hands were wrapped around him and the man was pulling him closer, letting out a soft whine as he stopped.
Lovino chuckled a bit, leaning closer as Antonio wanted and slid a hand down on his body, stroking his crotch. It took the slave by surprise, so he couldn't help but moan out loudly and bucked his hips, earning a grin from Lovino.
"Hmm, needy, aren't we?" he whispered to his ear, nibbling on it gently. But as he himself didn't have any patience now, the patrician quickly got rid of Antonio's and his own underwear as well. His eyes eagerly observed every part of him and he wanted him as quickly as possible.
Antonio wasn't any different, he himself would never have thought that he would want him this badly, but he did now, and he couldn't wait. He shamelessly wrapped his legs around Lovino's waist, pulling the other man closer and kissed him, pressing their hips together, letting out moans at the feeling. Lovino smirked to the kiss, but he didn't care, it was the other who started it, he had nothing to be embarrassed about.
"Wait… just for a moment…" Lovino said, panting as he pulled away and leaned towards the bedside table. Antonio let out a whine but closed his eyes and tried to be patient as much as he could. "Here" he said as he came back with a vial in his hand. He coated his fingers quickly in the oil then peeling down the man's legs from his waist he placed his fingers to his entrance and with this he made Antonio's breathing speed up. He massaged him a little, before inserting one finger and earning a loud moan from him. He smirked, starting to stroke him and watched his expressions, wanting to get him moan loudly. He didn't have to wait too long though Antonio tried to kept his voice down, just the thought of somebody hearing and recognizing their voices made him feel sick… But he couldn't hold it down completely, it felt way too good for that, and Lovino smirked satisfied.
He soon added another finger, stroking and stretching him. Antonio had to bring a hand to his mouth and bite on it to be able to keep down the volume. This made Lovino laugh and press in a third one, wanting to make him reach his limit, to lose the control. But the slave's willpower seemed to be stronger than Lovino's patience and pulling out his fingers he lifted Antonio's legs. He positioned himself and looked at him as he slowly started pushing in.
Antonio winced a bit as he felt Lovino's erection entering him, it wasn't a pleasant feeling at all at first. But as the patrician was fully in him and gave him a little time to adjust, the pain disappeared and he moved his hips as a sign for the other to start moving. Lovino didn't wait a moment more, he was all too eager and started thrusting. His movements were slow at first, but he soon became faster.
Antonio reached out and pulled Lovino into an embrace, wrapping his legs tightly around his hips. He was panting heavily and moans left his lips at the patrician's every moment. It felt good, really good, making him forget everything he knew and he could only think of Lovino, wanting more of him. He said his name, begging, whimpering and moved his hips against his, earning a loud moan from him.
Their moans became throaty, pants became gasps and Antonio slowly felt closing. He screamed Lovino's name as he came and the patrician followed after him with a loud moan. They collapsed to the bed and lied there trying to catch their breaths for minutes before Lovino pulled out and wrapping his arms around Antonio, he fell asleep. The slave watched him sleep for a few minutes, then his own eyelids closed and he was fast asleep in moments.