I DO NOT OWN SPARTACUS: GODS OF THE ARENA. SHOUTOUT TO NIMLOTH OF THAY FOR ALL OF THEIR SUPPORT.

House of Batiatus. Capua, Roman Republic. The following week.

Flavius laid on the cot, trying to relax as best he could. After his injury at the teeth of Septimus's hyenas, the former Roman was immediately sent to the medicus. His left tendon had been on fire as the medicus tried to heal the wound. Meanwhile, both Batiatuses were concerned for the son of Mars.

"Is the wound so terrible?" Titus inquired as Flavius smarted in pain.

"It is a deep wound Dominus, I will do what I can with the herbs I possess, but he must have rest if he is to recover. No more fights until the wound is healed." The medicus insisted.

"Will he regain his agility?" Quintus asked in fear. He knew damn well that such a wound as that which the good Seuso now possessed could strip a man of both good speed and a good jump. If such a tragedy came to pass, his value as a gladiator would sink to unthinkable depths. His chances of champion, as dead as the hyenas that met his sword.

"I do all that I can to repair damaged flesh, but as for the preservation of his prowess in the arena, it is in the hands of the gods." The medicus replied as a frustrated younger Batiatus grabbed him by the collar.

"No...his fate is in your hands and I will see them bloodied as raw meat if he is not returned to form!" Quintus threatened as Flavius looked toward his dominuses.

"Please…I have to fight…" He stuttered, trying to get up; only to be pushed back down by the medicus.

"Rest…and let the medicus do his work. I have no doubt that you will once again embrace the sands of the arena." Titus assured the son of Mars as he took his leave.

"I will send for Diona to aid the medicus in your recovery." Quintus vowed as he took the gladiator's hand. "You must eat and rest and heal so that you may gain your revenge on that fucking shit eater Septimus."


As far as Flavius was concerned, the only good thing about being under the watchful eye of the medicus was that Diona had been selected as his nurse. Over the next few days as the medicus did his best to heal the muscles in Flavius's left leg, Diona remained a constant presence. She brought him food and water when he was plagued with hunger or thirst. More so, the slave woman soothed Flavius with words of comfort and care.

"How fares your wound?" Diona inquired as she ran her hands over the face of her gladiator.

"It fades, leaving hideous scar in its place." Flavius replied as he inspected the nasty mark that had left upon his flesh by the hyena's teeth. It was a most nasty looking scar and most uneasy on the eyes.

"It matters not, battle scars are to be expected upon the flesh of a gladiator; the son of Mars, more so." Diona assured him as Flavius could not help but let out a chuckle.

"Apparently, my life sprang forth from the god of war's mighty prick." He jested as Diona let out a loud giggle in response.

"Based on your prowess in the arena, sentiment seems true that your skills could only come from Mars himself." She reasoned as she moved behind Flavius and held him tightly in her arms, peppering him with kisses.

"The only plank to be salvaged from the wreckage…I have not had to bring pleasure to Gaia's cunt and have been touched only by you." Flavius remarked as Diona's smile fled her face like piss in the wind.

"I know that choice has been removed from your hands and your cock…I know that you care for me and care nothing for her…" Diona stuttered as she struggled to contain her wild jealousy.

"And yet Gaia's base desires Sting you?"Ffvlaius finished as Diona stood up and let out a shriek of anger.

"She has no right to put your cock inside her, it was given to me…it belongs to me!" Diona snarled as tears began to form in her beautiful eyes.

"I share sentiment…but what else can I do?" Flavius asked, his frustration also nearing the boiling point. "To refuse her desires would only result in punishment; for us both. I would not see you invoke Domina's fury." The son of Mars rose to his feet as best he could and took one of her hands in his while the other caressed her cheek.

"Gods help me Diona…I love you." He whispered as the body slave's eyes lit up with tears of joy as she pressed her forehead to Flavius's and inhaled his scent.

"Gods help me…I love you too." So whispered in return as she kissed him passionately.

"I swear by the gods Diona…I will be yours alone." Flavius promised her as he took the body slave in his arms.

"You can not make such promise." Diona chided as he held her face close.

"Melitta was given to Oenomaus as reward for his prowess in the arena. If I become champion of the house of Batiatus, I can convince Dominus to give you the title of wife; as reward for all the honor that I shall bring this Ludus." Flavius explained as Diona's heart swelled at the thought of having the Son of Mars as her husband, sharing his cock no more.

"I know you can bring such joys to pass, my love." Diona insisted as Flavius laid her down on his cock while he removed his cloth.

"Until then, I can still fuck my bride to be." He replied with a smirk as Diona eagerly raised her dress, exposing her womanhood.

"I would see it so." She insisted as the 2 slaves made passionate and beautiful love as her screams of pleasures flooded the entire Ludus.

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