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House of Batiatus. Capua, Roman Republic. A week later.
Eventually, Flavius's leg healed enough to the point that he could return to training. He was glad to be back on his feet again, as was Ashur. Ever since Seuso had been laid up in the infirmary, he had been forced to spar with Dagon; who kicked his harshly and routinely kicking his ass into the dirt. Flavius defeated Ashur regularly as well, but unlike Dagan, the former Roman didn't seem to take any perverse pleasure out of it.
"I long for the day when Dagan is schooled in the art of humility." Flavius declared as he saw the brutish Syrian back had the sword boy for bringing him a wooden sword that was chipped from much usage.
"I would see such a day come sooner still." Ashur growled as he'd had his fill of Dagan's bullshit and vowed to make him pay for it.
A downside to Flavius's recovery was that now that he had recovered, he was Gaia's stud once again. She took him to bed almost every night as she craved his cock. Flavius felt utterly conflicted as he performed with her.
On the one hand, Gaia was lively, worldly, and beautiful. The former Roman knew that if he still possessed his freedom, to have such a woman desire him would have been seen as a sign of the gods favor.
But…she was not Diona. She was who held his heart, she was where his loyalties laid. He hated how his nightly stud sessions with Gaia always made Diona jealous as if he was cheating on her; as opposed to doing as he was told by his Domina. Diona tries to assure her love that she understood that he could not refuse Gaia's desires, lest he receive harsh punishments. No matter what Diona said however, her eyes and her heart spoke far louder than her mouth could hope to.
All Flavius could truly do was try to spend as much time training for or in Diona's company as he could.
As far as the training portion was concerned, Doctore was working Flavius harder than he had previously been. Now that he was the so called son of Mars, the former Roman had a reputation to keep up. Thanks to Doctore's extensive training and attention, Flavius was in the top 3 out of the whole Ludus; along with Gannicus and Crixus. Flavius's standing in the Ludus did not go unnoticed by his good friend Ashur.
"I suppose I should be considered myself most fortunate; that the son of Mars consider the mighty Ashur, a worthy sparring partner." The Syrian spoke one day as they sparred on the sands of the Ludus.
"I find you far more agreeable than that piss eating shit that you call countryman." Flavius spoke as his eyes settled on Dagan who was sipping water lazily in the shade while everyone else was either sparring or working the pallets.
"We may share a country, but that is all we share." Ashur insisted as Flavius blocked his thrusts over and over. "Dagan is a rabid dog that needs to put down and right soon."
"The sentiment is shared." Flavius replied as he swung his sword at Ashur who barely dodged it in time.
"I see that your hated enemy has left you something to remember him by." Ashur remarked as he pointed out the ugly scar on Flavius's lower knee where one of the Legatus's hyenas had sunk its teeth in.
"The only momentous of value are the blood of my mother on his hands and the images of my innocent sister being torn from grasp and sold for a slave. Such things are not forgotten." Flavius growled as he knocked Ashur onto his ass; having been fueled by his rage after thinking of how his entire life had been ruined by one man, seeking to defend his wounded pride and soiled reputation. Before the Syrian could reply to his friend's anger, they both saw Diona coming into the Ludus and speaking with Doctore. After a few seconds, Doctore cracked his fearsome whip.
"Gladiators!" He declared as everyone stopped their training to listen. "Your Domina is holding a grand celebration this evening and you are all to be bathed and scented before the festivities begin. Go the baths!" Doctore cracked his whip a 2nd time to make his point clear as the gladiators dropped their swords and shields as they made their way to the baths as Doctore had commanded them.
"Perhaps we may have our fill of wine and women tonight." Ashur replied with a list filled grin as Flavius said nothing in return. He had no interest in wine and the only woman that he wanted was being pulled away from him by the horny desires of a Roman woman.
There was no way for Flavius to promise Diona that he would not lay with Gaia again and unless something happened to her, he would have to. The choice was removed from his hands as every choice had been since Septimus had forced him into the arena of Capua to entertain a blood thirsty mob.
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