Rating: M
Timeline: Completely AU! Everyone is human.
Plot: Buffy and Angel are Gladiators in Rome.
The first time he had seen her, she had been fighting. For her life.
She was a small girl, all alone, trapped in a circle.
The armor looked too big on her and the warriors surrounding her looked terrifying.
But she didn't look scared, not at all.
They called her The Slayer. A great name for such a tiny, little girl.
Then she raised her sword in the air, and everyone went silent. Before they even realized it the men that attacked her were dead.
She removed her helmet and her golden hair fell free around her shoulders as the 50,000 spectators cheered for her.
And then she left.
The second time he saw her, they had told him he had to fight her.
She had been waiting for him in the arena. The crowd had never been more excited.
The two strongest warriors ever seen in the history of Rome were set up to fight each other, to the death.
He had looked her in the eyes, but she didn't even blink. She had delivered the first hit, sending him straight back into reality.
They were enemies now.
He had lost all track of time, his head felt dizzy and the injuries she had given him made him tired and slow.
Suddenly he had sent her flying back with a stunned look on her face as she landed on the ground.
She tried to reach for her lost sword but it was too late, it was out of her reach and he had his already pointed to her neck.
Her chest was heaving up and down, as if her body knew she would be gone in a couple of seconds and tried to make up for it in breathing.
The Slayer looked up, her big, green eyes stared up at him, before closing. She laid back, waiting for death's embrace.
But to her surprise it never came.
When she opened her eyes again, she saw him lower his sword and step back, away from her.
The crowd whispered and she rolled over grabbing her weapon, jumping up and pointing it at his exposed chest.
He didn't do anything to stop her. His deep, brown eyes seemed almost understanding.
She couldn't do it.
They both turned to look at the gates when they opened and revealed more warriors.
The emperor wasn't pleased with their terms and had decided to give the people more show.
The warriors surrounded them, there was only one option left.
They fought side by side, protecting the other, until they were the only survivors. The crowd was satisfied and applauded for the two Gladiators.
And then the fight was over, once again.
The guards brought him to her room, as she had requested.
"You can sit down," she said, when he didn't move. He watched her for a moment, she was already dressed in a thin, golden tunic that matched her hair. Even in the dim light of the candles he could clearly see her naked body underneath.
He sat down into a chair. She noticed he flinched and reached for his leg, he probably didn't even had time to take care of his wounds.
She walked over to him and placed a bowl with water and a rag in front of him.
"They call you Angel."
He was silent as he took the wet rag and placed it on a bloody wound beneath his leg protection.
"They say you are blessed by the God's, that you are immortal," she continued.
"They say the same about you," he spoke. "That you are a child of Venus herself." Coming face to face with her he finally understood that the rumors about her beauty and power weren't exaggerated.
If she had been of royal blood she would've been married to and emperor by now.
She laughed mockingly, "Then how come I was able to loose to you?"
"You said so yourself, I'm apparently immortal," Angel smirked.
She smirked back.
"Your room is prettier than mine," he looked at the table filled with fruit and wine, and the decorated four poster bed.
"Be my guest," she said, gesturing at the food filled table.
Angel reached for a glass of wine. She watched his muscles clench as he brought the glass to his lips, taking a sip from it.
A warm feeling filled her as she looked at his handsome face and well built body. He placed the glass back on the table. "How come a maiden such as yourself became a Gladiator, if I may ask?"
"It was either this or being a whore," she walked over to him.
"Which would you prefer?" she asked, before hooking her fingers in the straps of her tunic and letting it fall onto the floor.
Angel stared up at her from his sitting position, her full, round breasts screaming for his attention. Her rosy nipples hardening from the cool air in the room.
His hands rose up her long legs. He took in her beauty, form her bronzed skin to her button nose, her flat belly, strong thighs and curvy hips.
She brought her lips down to his, kissing him with an awakening passion. She tasted the red wine as she sucked on his bottom lip.
"Tell me your name," he whispered.
"Buffy."
He stood up and she helped him undress, removing every piece of his armor. Revealing the cuts and bruises on his naked skin.
He then pulled her into his arms, effortlessly hiking her up from the floor. Their lips still entwined, her legs wrapped around his torso.
Her nails were digging into his back, scratching the griffin tattoo on his right shoulder blade as they made their way over to the giant bed.
They landed on top of the silken sheets, their bodies moving like one. His mouth closed around a nipple and she grasped his head, whispering in his ear.
"More..."
Buffy pushed her hips up, encouraging him to enter her. He filled her up like no one had ever done before. He was thick, she was tight and they were a perfect fit.
"Angel!"
He bit into her breast before laving it with his cool tongue making her pull almost painfully at his dark hair. He liked it.
His mouth devoured her as she moaned against him, squeezing her inner muscles to hear his pleasant groan. His hand caressed her arm until she grabbed it and their fingers entwined.
He was thrusting into her as if there was no tomorrow, as if they would die if they ever stopped.
She liked it.
His hand trailed down to the place were they were joined, his long fingers caressing the soft golden hairs at the apex before teasing the little nub hidden in between her open thighs.
She threw her head back, crying out in orgasmic bliss as her body shook violently against him. Her inner walls were pulling him in deeper than he had ever been, squeezing him tot he hilt.
"Buffy..."
He groaned into the crook of her neck as he spilled his warm seed into her womb. She let out a soft sight as she held him against her, both panting.
He gently stroke some hair out of her face.
"We could be dead tomorrow," he whispered.
She drew small circles on his broad shoulder with the tip of her finger.
"I know."
He placed his thumb on her full, lower lip and caressed it, his dark eyes never leaving her face.
"Is it wrong if I say -"
"Yes."
He frowned at her brutal interruption, even more so when she turned and sat on the bed, her back facing him.
"I know what you wanted to say, but we can't be allowed to feel such a thing."
"Because we may die tomorrow?"
"Because we will die eventually."
He crawled up behind her and kissed her shoulder, closing his arms around her tightly. "Then can you permit me to find comfort in this small lie, just for this night?" He kissed her forehead.
She was silent for a moment before grabbing his chin and pressing a heated kiss against his lips.
"If we have to fight again...I won't hesitate to kill you this time."
She pushed him back onto the bed as the battle began once again.
This is what you get when I watch Gladiator (awesome movie btw)
I want to thank you all for your kind reviews once again, I'm having so much fun writing these stories :DDD