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Aurora's felt the pain double slightly as Sejanus bound her. It was nothing like the pain of the exposure of her almost naked body before the men of the Legion, their cruel laughter, catcalls and rude jeers burned her shame deep.
But when Sejanus brushed against her, his pelvis meet her side, there was something amiss, where she expected to feel what should normally be between a man's legs, was missing. She felt pelvic bone rather than the softness of a man's flesh.
She didn't look at Sejanus as he recoiled in horror. Aurora's suspicions were piqued. There was definitely something amiss with the Decanus.
All the blood had left Sejanus's face as she tried to cover her slip, fighting the trembling in every limb, the wrenching of her guts and nausea of terror. How could she have been so clumsy? Fourteen years... fourteen long years she'd served the Legion, given everything to hide who.. -what- she was. Now it could all be lost because of this... this slave. Her eyes darted quickly to the scalpel back on the table. Maybe she could.. could just.. one slip of the wrist at the girl's throat... No. She belonged to the Centurion, and Sejanus had seen the way he looked at her. Anything that obvious would be severely punished. Perhaps she could provoke the girl into attacking her. If she raised her hand against her, it would be utterly justified.
A plan was quickly hatching in Sejanus's mind as she continued her bandaging. "I saw you talking to that ear fellow when you first got here. Sexton was his name?" she sneered tightening the wrappings harshly. "You should have heard him scream as I cut off his ears. Oh - it was I who recognized who he was. I was the one who had him strung up like that. I saw to it he was well cared for - he didn't die for days." She retrieved the girl's photos, holding them in front up for her to see. "Your family, I take it," she said, lazily waving the picture of Aurora and her parents, siblings, and nieces and nephews. "Darling kids. Back west I take it?" she drawled, tucking in the end of the bandage with her free hand. "I'll see that their deaths take even -longer-."
She grabbed Aurora by the hair, forcing her to look at the other picture. "This girl," Sejanus said, waving the photo of her at her drums, "this girl is dead. You're no one, dirt. You're dead. You're dirt family? Dead. Your Republic? Well, that's dying, and a good bit of that is all thanks to -you-." Her voice was a quiet at this point, a deathly whisper as she hissed, "You've doomed everything you fought for and loved... -Dirt-." With that she flung the girl to the ground, throwing the photos in a nearby brazier.
Aurora sprawled awkwardly on the ground, her momentum causing slight scratches to her flesh as she grazed against the ground. she looked up at the brazier where her photographs burned, the chemicals that made up the pictured bubbled and blistered before the paper itself burned to ash.
She slowly sat up and reached for her discarded clothing. she slowly pulled on the top, leaving the bra off, it would be too much trouble with the bindings on her ribs to bother with anyway, so she just held onto it.
She stood unsteadily and turned to the Decanus behind her.
"At least I know what I am." she said softly.
"One day, when everything you believe in, everything you have fought for, spits on you and turns its back on you for one mistake, perhaps then you will feel one tenth of what I feel. On that day, I pray that you are able to cope as I have no other choice but to, for that day I will not feel contempt for you as you do for me, but I will pity you." Aurora moved as quickly away as she could from the Decanus and to the two Legion soldiers who had escorted her here.
"I am done here, I would return to my Master's tent please." she said to them.
The Soldiers watched her as she moved past them and then followed her back out the Medical Tent and through the encampment to Titus' Tent.
Aurora moved from the bright light of day to the dimness of the Tent that belonged to her Master. He was sitting at a table reading the folio with her Service Record, Confessions from the 'interrogation' and her Sentence to hang.
She painfully went to her knees before him, trying to hide the agony that she felt with every motion, some pains multiplied with Sejanus' ministrations.
"Master, I beg forgiveness for failing you." she said, bowing down to the ground from her kneeling position, a movement that caused the pain in her ribs to flare visibly before her eyes.
"It seems you've been punished enough for your acts. I shan't add to it," he muttered, not looking up from the service record he was pouring over. "Though now you see what your brothers are capable of, all in the name of their own dictatorship." There was less scorn and heat in his voice than usual - he sounded a lot different than the man who burned her CO alive.
Aurora rose to a sitting position before her master. "Yes, Master. I see." Aurora Rose stiffly to her feet. "How may I Serve you today?" She asked him.
"Rest. You'll be of no use until you've recovered." he said, standing. He put his helmet on his desk and took off the bandanna he had taken to wearing across his lower face. He helped her over to his bed; not her rag on the floor, and lay her down on the soft bedding. Seeing her eyes flicker up to his cheek, he raised his hand to cover the still fresh, bleeding, puckered scar reaching from the corner of his mouth almost up to his ear. "A gift from Colonel Hsu..." he muttered. Aurora & Titus
Aurora reached up and gently caressed the scarlet line with her fingertips. She sat back up in b the bed and smiled gently. "He was fond of his gifts, I received a few of my own from him. " She said, trying to hide the pain she still felt. She looked into his steel grey eyes. There was something in his gaze, a look that she had noticed before. She took his hand and held it., bringing it up to her still slightly swollen lips to kiss. "I am fortunate, to be in your service, Master." Aurora intoned. She knew now that her former life was now denied her, she was no longer the carefree soldier.
"I saw to it that I paid him in full for both our gifts." The hand she kissed gently stroked her cheek. "You're just as free now as you were before."
Aurora moved into his caress, bringing her hand up to cover his large, calloused hand, the warmth of his hand soothing the pain of her bruises. she thought for a moment, knowing that she still played a dangerous game
"Master, I wish not to offend, but I overheard a slave say that you were once of the NCR as well?"
The soft expression on his face vanished as he froze. "Which one?" he asked quietly.
"I... I don't know her name, Master, I have not gotten to know any of the other slaves." Aurora began to panic, she didn't want to cause another death, but it seemed inevitable again.
"She told me this, during the initial attack on McCarran, she was an older woman."
"You point her out to me the next time you see her." he growled. He wasn't angry with Aurora, just panicking that his past being found out would spell disaster for his work for Caesar.
"This never leaves my tent!"
Aurora nodded her agreement to her master. "Yes, Master." she said, "I understand." she took his hand. "I live to serve you, and Caesar." she affirmed to her Master and herself what she finally accepted. She was no longer NCR, she was now of Caesar's Legion of Slaves.
Titus calmed quickly. The only person who really knew about his past was Lucius, and he thought it was a good tool to use against the dissolute.
"I used to be a profligate like you," he whispered, "But I never reveled in my own debauched idea of freedom like you."
"And then you found the Legion, and became the greatest Centurion, and one day to be the greatest Legate in the service of Caesar." Aurora said, smiling from behind her bruises as she caressed his face with a strange, new affection for him.
"Essentially. Yes," he said with a smile that was uncharacteristically kind. "One day you'll realise that you're better off here than with them."
"I'm beginning to understand that, Master. I apologise for my misbehavior in the past, and I swear to you that I will serve you loyally until the day I die." Aurora pledged herself to Titus.
As much as the former NCR Soldier hated to admit, Sejanus was right, she had nothing left to live for, except perhaps to serve her master and the Legion. maybe this was a new 'dawn' for the girl named after the rising o the sun.
She wouldn't call what she felt for Titus "Love" their 'relationship' was far, far from that point. to her, it was more of an understanding between the two, though she wasn't sure of his feelings towards her, she knew he was protective of her, but was that as his property, or some fondness that he felt for her.
She leaned up and kissed him, feeling the pull on her ribs as she did so.
The kiss stung sharply as her lips touched his, but he kissed back. He'd been here before with her - this kind of 'relationship' between them. After the circumstances of their meeting, that was all it seemed it could be; a relationship of confused definition. Perhaps, in a different life, where he was still in the survey corps, and his namesake was not the god of fire, it could have been more.
Titus came in lower, aware of the pain she must have been in to raise herself. It would be impossible for him to tell himself that he only valued her as an instrument of war, now.
Aurora brought her arms around his body, pulling him closer until he was against her, feeding her own need and desire to have him the way that they had been their first time together.
This was not like the rape that she had suffered at his hands, the rough encounters when he was angry, or frustrated by some part of his planning that wouldn't work out for whatever reason or simply his sexual need for release.
This was a need on her part, a base need that despite the pain she felt, she was willing to suffer a little more for her own release.
The stress of being beaten by her own people, the loss she felt at the destruction of her cherished photographs, the inhumane treatment that Sejanus subjected her to - humiliation and unnecessary pain. all went away as they moved together upon his bed. Sharing each other's bodies, letting their cares go for a short time.
When they were spent in their lovemaking, his Armour lay upon the floor of the tent, along with her discarded clothing, she lay in his finely toned and muscled arms, a small creature safely snuggled against the brute of a man and she slept the deep sleep of emotional and physical exhaustion.