Chapter 3: Daylight

The two men were cradled close together, both sticky from their night of love making. The two men had sex four times in that night each time better than the last. Marcus was awoken from his slumber to look at his beautiful German on his chest. He looked so peaceful sleeping like he did, it almost pained the Roman to think he would have to leave him for however long. His skin was so pale compared to Marcus's but in a way it made the male more beautiful. Adelwulf shifted in his sleep as his eyes started to blink open.

"Good morning angel~" Marcus caressed Adelwulf's cheek moving a strand of blonde away from his face. The German's blue orbs flutter open to stare into brown orbs and groans and stretches.

"Good morning yourself." The blonde moves to lightly kiss the brunette full on the lips. He pulled away as the blonde laid his head on the tan man's shoulders.

The curtains moved to revel Leo. "Your time is up sir Marcus" he announced and Adelwulf quickly went to cover himself. The head of the brothel walked backwards through the fabric covered opening to let the noble get dressed. Marcus got up and fetched his toga from the ground and put it on.

"Do you really have to go?" The German sounded sad as he got off the bed with the sheet covering himself.

The Roman turned toward his partner with solemn eyes "Yes." The blondes eyes went to the floor as tears stinged at the corners of his blue eyes. The noble lifted the prostitutes chin up to look dead straight into his eyes. "I promise you, I will return. Just think of he while you are here. Can you do that for me?" He whispered the words as he leaned closer.

Adelwulf knotted his head "Alright." He leaned closer to crash his lips to the taller man's again. A moan escapes the German as the taller man lifts him up slightly to depend the kiss. They break away and their foreheads touch, both men's eyes are closed. Both of the males not wanting to leave one another, but fate was not so kind.

"I promise you my German, I will return to you and only you. I had the best sex I ever had last night and I be damned if I can never have you again." The noble vowed as he kissed the top of the messy blonde's hair. He pulls away and walks through the curtains.

"I'll be waiting." Adelwulf murmurs as a single tear falls down his cheek.

The whole carriage ride back to Rome, Marcus could not get his German out of his head. He kept on thinking of the way those blonde locks flowed around his face when he was on the pillows, the way his body curved and fit to his own, the way he sounded when he came screaming his name. He was lost in his own fantasies of all his actions the night before. He wanted to teach the German a lesson but he found himself infatuated with him.

"Oh gods what have you done to me?" He murmured into his hand he placed on his face.

-Time Skip-

"Welcome home sir." Maximus bows his head as I walk through the door.

"Thank you Maximus. What do I have for today?" I ask as I walk and walks with me.

"Sir you have a meeting with the all of the counselors at 9, then you have lunch with the Charlestons, after that you have paperwork to finish and later on you have a Colosseum game." Maximus read me my schedule for the day.

"Yes thank you Maximus."

"Oh and sir your wife had returned home." Marcus turned toward Maximus.

"Where?"

"On the balcony sir." Maximus gestured toward the direction of the balcony.

"Good day Maximus." The noble turns and Maximus just bows his head at the retreating figure.

As the tan man got to the balcony he say a woman with mid-back black hair with curls and a crown staring out at the city. Her toga was cream with gold trim cut in a way that the toga was held by the strap from her right shoulder. She had beautiful olive skim with gold bands on her wrists and she turns feeling a presence behind her.

"Marcus, my husband." Her voice was smooth and beautiful and Greek.

"Akantha, my beautiful wife." He strode over to her and places his hands on her hips and pulls her into a kiss. "How was your visit with our son?"

She looks into her husband's eyes and smiles. "Basil is great dear, rich and ever flowing. You could of gone with me you know. He may not admitted it or show it but he does love you dear." Akantha tells him and places her head in the crook of his neck.

"You and I both know that could never work. We but heads more then I can count." He holds her closer to her, smelling her scent of her hair, milk and honey.

She kisses his scruffy cheek "But he's still your flesh and blood Marcus."

Marcus looks down at his wife, the pilar of the home, and grins. "You know its been a month since you've been home... how about some 'alone time'. His voice deepens and eyes fill with lust.

Her eyes looked into her husband's and then smiled. "Maybe later, I am quite tired from my travels."

The Roman's smile fades and just kisses her nose. "Alright my wife." He lets go of her and walks out of through the door. He feels guilty, in a way, for saying those words to his wife when he has a certain German on his mind.

Akantha= Ancient Greece

Basil= Ancient Byzantium