In Veritas Memento
Rating: NC 17
Disclaimer: I own nothing. All aspects of Spartacus: Gods of the Arena are owned by Steven De Knight and Starz. This is for pure entertainment value alone.
This story takes place after the episode Missio, yet it veers completely into an A/U after the events of that episode. I am a huge fan of the series Spartacus; however, my favorite character is Gannicus. This is his story.
Warnings: M for a reason. This story is much like the show. It contains bad words and smut! If that is not your cup of tea, turn back now. Although, if cussing and nude scenes offend, are you sure you're a fan of Spartacus?! ;) Hehehe. Kidding. Anyhow, you've been warned.
Pairings: There are multiple pairings, and Gannicus has more than one partner in this story, however, Gannicus/Melitta is endgame. If reading Gannicus with multiple pairings offends you, again, turn back now.
Chapter 31: cum gladio et sale: With sword and salt.
It was a day of light training at the Batiatus ludus. Oenomaus had left at first light to escort the elder Batiatus into town as they were to meet with a wealthy merchant from Nola to receive the down payment for services relating to gladiatorial contest. The man had contracted several gladiators from the House of Batiatus to be featured in his games at week's end, but had yet to offer payment for those services; Titus refused to make trip to Nola without down payment, and that was reason for trip.
Despite lack of Doctore instruction, some of the gladiators were paired up and training as if normal day, but without Oenomaus there to crack whip, many of the men did not press exertion. Rhaskos sparred with Duratius, while Barca and Crixus were working together near the gate of the ludus, in the shade. Ashur and Dagan were exorcising with the heavy boards on their shoulders, either walking around the yard or doing squats, while most of the others were gathered around the water container, taking extended breaks as they joked and basically took a day of rest.
By mid-morning, the sun had become hidden behind a sky full of dark clouds when Gannicus finally came out of his cell. Arriving late for training was nothing new. As champion, Gannicus' routine was not as stringent as the other men, however, his mood was unusual. He was in a foul temper after brooding the last few days over Kleos and what he had been told regarding his "father". His anger at Seraphina was barely held in check. The woman was blessed he could not simply walk into the villa, if so, she would have drawn final breath the day he heard Kleos' tale. He admittedly had doubts regarding his ability to offer Kleos any kind of relationship—he was not father material; however, he did not care for Seraphina playing as if God in his life and making choices for him. It fucking enraged!
He glanced up at the sky and scowled. Perfect. The day was overcast and gloomy, just like his mood. Gannicus retrieved his swords and, despite arriving late for the daily regimen, he ignored any overtures to pair up and spar with his fellow gladiators. Instead, he went to work the palus, attacking the wooden beam somewhat lackadaisically with his wooden practice swords.
As he worked out, Gannicus' mind worked furiously upon his list of grievances.
He was still in a state of shock to realize he had a son. Adding to his confusion, the boy had been absent in days past. It made Gannicus wonder if Seraphina had discovered he'd had words with the boy and was now keeping them separated. There was an illness within the villa and several slaves were sick, he thought perhaps the boy had fallen ill, and had asked Diona to discover truth for him, but had yet to hear word. With so many slaves taken to their beds, Diona had been too busy in her duties to spend time with him and, as result, Gannicus did not know if Kleos was ill or if Seraphina was attempting to keep him from the boy by any means necessary. The entire debacle frustrated. He could settle it by going to Batiatus. However, he chose not to involve the Dominus as of yet, as he was unsure how the man would react; Gannicus could see Batiatus using Kleos as a tool to manipulate him, and he would prefer it if his dealings with Batiatus did not involve the kind of leverage a child from his loins would provide.
Melitta would know Kleos' state, but he had barely laid gaze on her in weeks. Melitta. She was a confusing conundrum since she stood as both solution to his temper as well as cause. His love for her was a grievous ache that would not abate. Gannicus missed her more each day and he could not rid mind of her presence; the strain of separation added to hostility he felt. If he could only speak to her, he was certain she would have the right words to soothe the rage inside him. She always had sage advice or words of comfort that eased mind of whatever bothered. The injury her absence caused within chest disturbed him as deeply, if not more so, than the physical condition driving him mad a bit more each day—his enforced celibacy. He wanted to fuck, badly. He lusted after and craved Melitta. Without his usual distractions available, thanks to Octavia, she was becoming obsession that haunted him day and night. His desire for her was overwhelming and his burden of unfulfilled lust was moving beyond discomfort and becoming torturous. It had been weeks since he had Evia to take mind off Melitta, without any diversion, he was near breaking point; with everyone around him beginning to feel the brunt of unfulfilled needs.
Becoming bored with the palus, Gannicus gave it a few more whacks before he sauntered off to the water barrel for a drink.
Shaking his head at Gannicus taking a break so soon, Crixus scoffed in contempt. "He does not act as champion," the Gaul commented, pointing out Gannicus' less than vigorous training. "He is gifted with fucking Rome, and yet, he would rather be drinking or fucking rather than preparing for contest."
Barca gave Crixus a hard tap with his spear. "Has memory lapsed regarding contest in two days?" the Beast of Carthage hissed. "Gannicus is in a fucking mood, brother. Hold tongue or see his swords hack it from fucking mouth!"
The Gaul ignored the Beast's warning. Perhaps, Crixus was feeling entitled since Oenomaus had given him special attention recently, or perhaps, since he had done so well in his matches both in Nola and in Capua versus Auctus, he decided he was ready to take another shot at the championship. For whatever purpose, he made no attempt to hide the arrogant disrespect in his tone when he said loudly, "When I am champion, I will live for the glory of the arena not for cunt and tipping drink."
Amazed at the cocky arrogance of his newest brother, Barca rolled his eyes. Gannicus may seem without purpose this day, yet Barca was mindful his brother was on edge due to several upheavals in his life. Crixus picked poor time to provoke the man. He would regret decision. "I see you place no value on your position in the games, brother," Barca said, deciding Crixus a fool to make challenge with contest only days away.
An injury from Gannicus could end his chances to compete. Barca turned to check Gannicus' response to the challenge; the Beast was not surprised to see instant reaction.
Gannicus froze mid-sip at Crixus' words. A slow smile curled his lips as he set his water cup down and turned to face his detractor. "When you are fucking champion?" he asked, his brow raising. Finally, a perfect target to focus his frustrations upon. "You believe yourself ready to challenge me yet again?"
Crixus' massive chest swelled. "Perhaps I have learned a thing or two under the tutelage of Oenomaus," the gladiator replied, an arrogant tilt to his bearded chin.
The other gladiators upon the yard all stopped what they were doing to watch the scene unfold.
Aware of their audience, Gannicus chuckled. "And perhaps you think your cock has doubled in size and is now larger than mine as well."
There was a round of laughter heard from the other Batiatus gladiators.
Crixus scowled at the humor being bantered about at his expense, and pressed issue. "Why don't we make comparison and see who has the bigger sword?" he replied with a grin of his own. "Or do you fear losing more than your title of Champion?"
The men all fell silent.
It was a challenge Gannicus could not ignore. He retrieved swords. "Your hubris is going to be your downfall, Crixus," he said, stalking over to the big Gaul, swords in hand and at the ready. "Is today the day you wish it to happen?" he questioned, pointing one of his swords at his newest brother.
Crixus assumed a fighting position. "Let us have contest and see who falls?"
The gladiators of the house of Batiatus came to stand in a group near the two men, watching eagerly as their newest brother tested the strength of the champion.
Ashur glanced at Dagan. "It appears Crixus' mouth has outwitted brain! Gannicus has been a fucking animal since his noble bitch departed for Rome, removing cunt from presence and cock. I give the Gaul five minutes, no more," he said, remembering the beating Gannicus had given him and Dagan not too long ago.
Dagan gave a nod of agreement. All the men had noticed the champion's unruly disposition of late. "Crixus will fail in less than five," he said in Syrian.
"Two denarii on Gannicus in three," Barca said. "Our champion may choose to amuse himself with the stupid fuck for at least a minute before he separates cock from balls!"
There was more laughter and betting heard around the yard as Gannicus and Crixus paired off, facing each other.
*8*
Melitta stepped onto the balcony to clean up the mess left behind by Domina and her guest earlier that morning. Gaia was especially horrid about leaving her things and half empty wine glasses everywhere as she went about within the villa. The brunette slave bent down to retrieve the woman's shawl when she heard the commotion in the yard below. She rarely stood at the railing anymore because it was too difficult to set gaze upon him, but her curiosity was piqued and Melita went to the railing to see what was happening below. To her surprise, it appeared Gannicus and Crixus were about to embark on serious contest. She paused a moment to watch, realizing it was the first time in quite a while that she had laid gaze on him when he was unaware of her presence. It was an opportunity to observe him, one not to be returned absent enjoyment.
*8*
Thrilled to have an outlet to release some of his pent-up stress and aggravation, especially on the man causing a measure of it. Gannicus crouched down, leveling his two swords at Crixus as he took up battle stance. "Once again you are presented with opportunity…" he paused, and then added with a cocky grin, "to lose." Gannicus waved the Gaul forward. "Come," he said, eager to beat the Gaul down and prove the man unworthy to take title. "Let us see what you have learned at Oenomaus' knee."
For a moment, the yard was deathly silent, and then…
"Rrrhhaahh!" Crixus bellowed as he charged Gannicus, wooden sword held high and poised to deal painful blow.
Gannicus ducked under the man's attack, spun about and kicked Crixus in the backside, sending him flying face forward into the ground, eating a mouthful of sand in the process. "You charge boldly, but absent purpose."
Humiliated, Crixus leapt to his feet snarl, prepared to attack once again. Gannicus' next words gave him pause.
"You think to hasten victory, yet you attack recklessly, counter to proper training," the champion said. "Is this what you have learned from Oenomaus?" Gannicus grinned. "I think not," he taunted, waving Crixus forward.
With another thunderous cry, Crixus rushed ahead, this time he swung his shield as a weapon as well as sword, but Gannicus flipped sideways, rolling over Crixus' back and ending up on the other side of the Gaul. Stunned at the nimble move, Crixus turned about to face the blonde gladiator, but Gannicus was ready for him. He used the handle of his sword and smashed it against Crixus' face, causing the Gaul to stumble back, blood pouring from his nose.
Gannicus attacked again and Crixus barely managed to get his shield up in time as the champion swung his dual swords together, slamming them against Crixus shield and driving him backwards. Crixus valiantly tried to defend himself, but (unlike demonstration) Gannicus did not give the Gaul a chance; the blonde gladiator attacked relentlessly, his wooden swords moving with a speed and force Crixus was utterly unprepared for. The champion's laughter rung out as he advanced on his newest brother, swords a blur of continuous motion as he forced Crixus to retreat or fall under Gannicus' blades. Before long, the blonde gladiator had landed several punishing blows to the head, chest and back that left Crixus reeling and bloodied.
*8*
The match was exciting, but Melitta was fixated on only one of the combatints. Every step he took was a work of gladitorial art. His body was all lithe muscles, strong and sleek, powerful. Arousing. He moved like poetry in motion; graceful, yet deadly in skill; she could not take gaze from him, and for once, she did not have to. Domina was in bed and would not be requiring her for at least one hour. Oenomaus was in town with Titus and Gannicus was unaware she was even there; she could gaze upon him to heart's content. Melitta felt a thrill go through her as she rested her arms on the rail and simply watched his commanding presence in true contest. He was thrilling to watch, always had been. She had always realized how talented Gannicus was in the arena. His victories told the tale. She was also aware of how handsome he looked while embroiled in grueling trial. He took breath, especially when he dominated an opponent as he was Crixus. He was more than just gladiator spilling blood, he was sin incarnate, causing a woman to turn from morals with his tempting face and form. Melitta was reminded of the women in the crowds and how they threw themselves at him without discretion, offering the most depraved overtures for just a moment of favor from him. Was it truly surprising they reacted as they did? No. It was not, Melitta decided as she observed him in action. He was so beautiful, he robbed breath, as well as mind and sense. It should not surprise that Roman women found him equally as attractive as she did; they were just far more vociferous in their appreciation for his beauty than she could be.
*8*
Feeling better than he had in some time, Gannicus laughed as he continued his assault on the other gladiator, he swept his sword behind Crixus' calf, tripping him up and sending him to the sand on his ass. The blonde gladiator then spun around and delivered a slashing blow to Crixus' face, knocking him backwards and splitting open the Gaul's cheek, sending blood spurting; the attack left an ugly wound under the man's right eye. On his back, Crixus just managed to avoid the next blow aimed at the other side of his face by rolling out of the way at the last moment, but he left his shield and sword behind him on the sand.
Barca had been correct. In less than three minutes, Crixus lay sprawled upon his back, looking up as Gannicus picked up his sword and shield.
"Barca," Gannicus said, presenting Crixus' sword with a grin. "I believe this makes you victor in the wagering."
Barca gave a roar of victory and held his arms up. He glanced to Ashur. "I expect coin delivered promptly you little cunt or see cock parted from flesh!"
Gannicus was not listening. He was still focused on his opponent. "However, I would have further test." And then, to the shock of Crixus, as well as most of the other men, the champion then tossed the weapons back to the defeated Gaul. "Bring sword to fucking purpose, Crixus, we are not through here," Gannicus snapped, unwilling to let the man retreat quite yet.
Crixus, to his credit, grabbed sword and shield and immediately tried to mount another offense, but Gannicus was simply too fast for the new gladiator. When Crixus swung his shield as a weapon, Gannicus leaned back, avoiding the wide arc of Crixus' swing. When Crixus thrust his blade forward, Gannicus caught the Gaul's arm between his elbow and his body and knocked the sword from Crixus' grasp. He then used the butt of his sword and landed several devastating blows to Crixus' face, bloodying his nose even further, before thrusting the Gaul away from him, sending Crixus to the sand once again. Every attack Crixus presented, Gannicus thwarted, and made Crixus pay for it with blood. Gannicus played with Crixus as a cat toys with the mouse before killing it; Crixus was out of his league and it showed.
On one charge from Crixus, Gannicus used his leg to trip the muscular Gaul, sending him to the sands yet again. Gannicus stalked around the inert form of his opponent. He paused, standing over his fallen brother and put the tip of his sword under Crixus' chin. "You show cock and make challenge, yet here you lie, legs spread like a badly used whore ready to be fucked!"
Gannicus glanced around to the other men, especially the newer brothers. "A gladiator doesn't just embrace pain in contest," he called out, walking around Crixus and assuming new position. "He bends it over and fucks it!" he said with a filthy grin, while making a lewd gesture with his hips and sword.
*8*
It was a barbaric and crude display, yet Melitta felt an answering throb between her thighs when he made a motion of fucking with sword placed at groin. She should not find that so desirous, but she could not deny her body's reaction. She was excited. He aroused her, stirred a fire in her blood as no other and, as she imagined those hips thrusting against her, into her, her body leveled a response that made knees weak, and she moistened at the sight of him so dominant upon the sand. He was glorious, and his actions caused her mind to wander into dangerous territory. Imagining what form his lusty desires would take beyond the gaze of Roman masters. She had heard the tales from his whores of course, yet she had never experienced it. Would he stand dominant in bed? Or did he like a woman to take charge?
Melitta could not see it, and she wanted to, very much so.
Funny thing, she had lay with him twice, yet she truly did not know what he was like during intimate moments. The only experiences she had with him was for Roman pleasure; he had not overseen the act. Did he bend his lovers over and fuck them in such a manner? Was he gentle like Oenomaus? It did not fit her imaginings and Melitta could not see him in that manner. In her mind he would be wild, taking her roughly, maybe even pulling her hair as he put her on her knees before him… Melitta's heart began to pound the longer she watched, imagining him talking dirty to her while taking her, thrusting into her with his hard body, making her scream his name until voice was hoarse… She was trembling, nipples hard and nether regions throbbing as she observed him putting Crixus in place upon the sand—just as she imagined him putting her in place between sheets. It was thrilling.
*8*
A chorus of laughter followed as Gannicus straddled one of Crixus' legs. "Show me you are a gladiator worthy of my attention," he demanded, poking the Gaul in the groin with his sword, "Or leave this yard like the woman you appear presently."
Gannicus' words must have sparked a fire in Crixus because all at once he used his legs to wrap around Gannicus' calves and, as Crixus rolled his body, his momentum surprised the blonde gladiator and took him to ground. It was a shockingly good move, and Crixus leaped to his feet, driving his shield downwards towards where Gannicus lay, meaning to bash the blonde gladiator's skull in with the blow, however, Gannicus recovered quickly and rolled left, avoiding Crixus' attack.
Leaping to his feet, Gannicus acknowledged Crixus had nearly had him. "A decent attempt, but not enough to become champion," he said, and with that, he was done instructing Crixus.
Gannicus attacked vigorously, slashing at Crixus with both blades at once, wearing the Gaul down with his relentless forward momentum. After Gannicus rammed his shoulder into Crixus' side, the other man stumbled, and it was obvious his stamina was depleted. Gannicus pressed the advantage. He charged up the wall of the ludus, spun in the air and brought both swords down in a brutal motion, staggering the bearded gladiator with dual blows to the skull that would have cleaved the man's head in three separate parts had they been fighting with steel rather than wood.
Crixus dropped to his knees and Gannicus finished him off with a punishing kick to the chest, sending the Gaul flying towards the center of the yard, where he landed on his back with a loud grunt of pain and defeat. This time, he did not get up, but Gannicus was not quite finished teaching the man a lesson. The champion was on him in an instant, pummeling Crixus with both swords, swinging them so viciously, they shattered Crixus' shield and began to land on the Gaul's muscled arms, which were wrapped around his head to protect it from being beaten on as well.
"Gannicus!" Oenomaus' voice suddenly rang out, loud and clear.
*8*
At the sound of her husband's angry voice, Melitta made a hasty exit away from the railing and across the balcony, out of sight and notice. Her face was flushed, and she felt as guilty as if she had been caught in the act of cheating. Perhaps she was culpable? She was aroused and had been actively fantasizing of Gannicus doing all sorts of dirty things to her body when Oenomaus made appearance. She wished she did not feel such lust for the blonde gladiator, but she did. It was not fading as she predicted. If anything, it grew stronger. Her feelings for Gannicus had taken on a life of their own with no end in sight, and she was utterly exhausted fighting them constantly. With a deep sigh, Melitta picked up the mess she had come to clean and left the balcony without either of the men she loved knowing she had been there.
*8*
Unbeknownst to the gladiators, Titus and Oenomaus had returned during the contest. They had watched for a moment until Gannicus had begun to beat Crixus senseless.
Gannicus stopped mid-attack. With his sword raised, he glanced over his shoulder to see both Oenomaus and the elder Batiatus standing there.
"What seizes brain that you are about to beat a brother to death during a training session?" the Doctore demanded.
Gannicus stepped away from Crixus and lowered his swords, but his chin remained raised as he looked to Oenomaus and Titus. The blonde gladiator suspected Titus wanted Crixus groomed to assume role of champion. Well, let the man look at his pet-project now.
Gannicus met Oenomaus' eyes belligerently. He was unrepentant, and it showed. "The man wants to be champion. So, I gave him opportunity." He glanced towards where Crixus' limp body lay. "He failed."
Crixus had lapsed into unconsciousness, his face and arms bloodied from Gannicus' wooden swords. Titus was not happy. "See him to the medicus," he told two of his guards, nodding his head towards Crixus. He then turned angry gaze on his champion. "Oenomaus, bring Gannicus to the villa, I would have fucking words!" he growled, exiting the training yard in a definite rage.
Gannicus handed off his practice swords before going with Oenomaus. He smirked as, behind him, he heard Ashur collecting promises of coin from the few brothers foolish enough to wager against his victory.
"Have you lost mind?" Oenomaus demanded as they followed the guards up the stairs from the ludus to the villa. "The man was beaten. Why did you feel the need to punish him?"
Gannicus shrugged. "Despite constant instruction, I merely ensured Crixus realizes he is not ready to assume my title of champion."
"Break words regarding sentiment behind such a statement."
Gannicus rolled his eyes. "You know its meaning. You are unwilling to admit it as truth."
Oenomaus had no chance to reply to that mysterious statement, as they were led into Titus' office.
The old man was waiting for them, impatiently pacing in front of his desk. When they entered, he waved the guards away and leveled his furious glare on Gannicus. "I would hear fucking explanation for what I witnessed upon entering this ludus. Brother attacking brother! It was a disgrace!" he snarled. "What seized fucking brain and caused you to behave in such a fashion."
"I did not attack the man, Dominus," Gannicus replied. "He made open challenge." Both Titus and Oenomaus frowned at that. "What was I to do, deny him and lose face among the men?"
Gannicus' response sucked the rage right out of the old man. A direct challenge had to be met with force in Gannicus' position of champion. Titus sighed. "No," he replied, "Of course not. However, pummeling a man who is already beaten shows a lack of restraint, unworthy of a champion."
Gannicus met Titus' hostile gaze without blinking. "My actions were not unrestrained. I made an example of the man."
The elder Dominus started to cough, great hacking convulsions that had him grabbing hold of the desk for support. When the man could breathe again, he turned his attention back to Gannicus. "To what end?" he wheezed, dabbing his mouth with his handkerchief.
"Dominus, may I speak plainly?" Gannicus asked.
Titus nodded and waved a hand to proceed. "By all means. If you can. I have yet to hear them from you."
*8*
Diona was returning from the kitchens after checking on Kleos. There was an illness making its way through the villa, and the boy was ill. She had delivered herbs from the medicus to Seraphina to help the boy get well when she spotted Melitta crossing the atrium at a brisk pace. She knew she had best explain her breaking words with Gannicus before Gannicus himself told Melitta.
"Melitta," she called. "A word."
Melitta froze and Diona could not help but notice the heated warmth on the woman's cheeks. She glanced towards from where Melitta was fleeing. She came from the balcony. Considering Domina was still abed, there could only be one activity Melitta was doing upon the balcony overlooking training yard.
"You were watching Gannicus," Diona said, putting things together quickly.
Melitta's eyes widened. "If these are the words you wished to break with me," she said, the authority in her voice causing Diona to shrink a bit. "Then we are finished here."
Melitta turned to leave, but Diona's next words caused her to falter.
"Do you even care you are breaking his heart? Causing him to drink to such excess he risks life and limb in effort to escape your memory?"
Realizing Diona knew far more about her relationship with Gannicus than previously believed, Melitta returned to the girl. She took her by the arm and led Diona to a secluded corner of the atrium to have conversation. "I see Gannicus has taken you into his confidence," she said softly.
"He has," Diona replied, lifting her chin. "But I noticed your gaze lingering on him long before he admitted his love for you."
Melitta's breath caught at hearing Diona speak of his feelings so easily. "He has told you he loves me?"
"Freely," she replied with a nod. "You are on his mind continuously," Diona said. "And I believe you feel the same. Which is why I cannot understand why you hurt him as you do."
"Diona," Melitta said, choosing her words wisely. "You bring forth topic that, despite good intentions, does not concern you."
"Gannicus is my concern," Diona argued. "He is companion and my only protector within this ludus. If your actions place his wellbeing in jeopardy, you place me in similar circumstance."
She could not argue with the girl's logic, Melitta realized, so she decided to break true words. "I do care for him. I care too deeply in fact, which is why I have tried to keep distance between us," she admitted.
"Because of Oenomaus?" Diona accurately surmised.
Melitta nodded. "Giving in to Gannicus could bring us to ruin. I would rather break heart than see him lose life should my husband learn of my feelings for him."
"You are so certain Oenomaus would win?"
Melitta was not certain of any such thing, but it did not matter because either way, she lost. "In truth, in such circumstance, there would be no victory. The result would stand the same and I would lose a man I loved."
Diona gasped. "You do love him!"
Suddenly realizing what she had just admitted, Melitta grabbed Diona by the arm. "You can never repeat what I just admitted to you," she insisted heatedly. "To do so would bear unfortunate consequence to both myself and Gannicus." When the green-eyed slave did not reply immediately, Melitta grasped both arms and shook the girl gently. "Promise me, Diona. I would have your word."
Pulling herself free from Melitta's panicked grasp, Diona sought to assure the other slave. "I would never betray you or Gannicus, Melitta. I give word."
Diona spoke true, however, Melitta's words reminded why she wanted to speak with the other woman to begin with. "However," she said, "I must offer apologies, Melitta, and confess to a thing I am not proud of. Hopefully, after confession, you will still believe me when I give word not to betray."
Melitta's brow arched. "What is it, Diona?" she asked warily.
"I broke words with Gannicus regarding Aurelia and what you told us that night in the kitchen."
Melitta sighed. "I can imagine words were not well received?"
"No. They were not," Diona admitted.
"I am sorry if he became angry with you, Diona, but I warned how he would react if you made mention of the boy."
"But Melitta," Diona said, speaking words that shocked Melitta to her center. "He did not know of Kleos' existence. He thought the boy died the day Aurelia did!"
*8*
Within the tablinum, Gannicus did not allow Titus' disapproval to deter him from stating his case. "I am aware you believe I am nothing more than jester with a sword, but I am neither blind, nor a fool. I have taken note of added attention you and Oenomaus have shown Crixus," he told the elder Batiatus, surprising the old man with his candor, as well as his attention to his surroundings. "I am champion of the House of Batiatus, and yet, you act as if I'm errant dog who has shit upon floor, rather than the man ready to fight for this house in the Ludi Apolloinares!"
"You exaggerate," Titus said, unwilling to admit he judged Gannicus harshly.
Gannicus begged to differ and said so. "Do I, Dominus?" he asked, since the man was giving him freedom to speak, Gannicus was using opportunity. "For the past month, Oenomaus has groomed the Gaul as if he is to assume championship, while I am yet undefeated." The gladiator glanced at Oenomaus as he said that and when the Doctore refused to meet gaze, Gannicus knew he was correct. It sparked some of the anger he harbored for Oenomaus because of Melitta, and he was irate with the man suddenly. "Obviously, Crixus believes Doctore is grooming him as well, since he showed cock and made direct challenge to me today."
Gannicus ignored the surprised expression on Oenomaus' face at the gladiator calling him Doctore, rather than by his name. Gannicus never called him that unless in front of the other men while training.
Titus was quiet, so Gannicus brought his point home. "And he lost," he said with a smile. "As I knew he would. Crixus' aspirations are presently greater than skill, which is why I made example of him. The next man who presents cock and makes challenge knows he best stand erect or, like Crixus, he will end up on his back, spread-eagle like a whore with my swords reigning down upon fucking skull."
A small smile appeared on Oenomaus' face at Gannicus' tirade. Titus took note of the pride in his Doctore's face and rolled his eyes, yet he was unable to find fault in Gannicus' reasoning. Honestly, after that speech, Titus felt a bit of pride in the blonde gladiator as well. Finally, the old man sighed. "Very well, it appears you were within rights. Return to the ludus," he said, waving a guard over as escort.
"Oenomaus remain," he added when the Doctore appeared as if he would leave as well.
"Yes Dominus," Oenomaus said.
"Dominus," Gannicus said, bowing head, frustrated the man would not have words regarding why he wanted him displaced as champion.
Once the blonde gladiator had left, Oenomaus' smile widened. He and Gannicus had not mended whatever had come between them, but that did not dim the pride he felt at Gannicus defending his position within the ludus. It is what he would have done if he were still champion.
"I believe question regarding who would fall between the champion and Crixus has been answered."
Titus sighed. He had obviously given the Gaul too much credit. "With bold purpose!" he said. "It appears I have, once again, underestimated Gannicus' prowess, and perhaps, his intellect as well. I had no idea he was actually aware of what went on in this ludus."
Oenomaus chuckled. "Gannicus acts the fool with his wine, but the man is nothing of the sort in the arena. He is simply placing apt gaze upon the ludus now as well."
"I overestimated Crixus."
Oenomaus shrugged, not entirely in agreement with that statement. "Crixus showed excellent form during his match in Nola, and his opponent was far superior to what the other men faced, with the exception, of Barca. I believe he will one day make a fine gladiator. However, as I have explained, while markedly improved, the man was not prepared to challenge a gladiator of Gannicus' experience and skill."
"Yes, and words were not well received previously," the old man admitted. "Rest assured, they have found their way through deaf ears to stir waking mind."
Oenomaus could see Titus was unsatisfied with today's turn of events and wanted to understand why. "Dominus," he began, "apologies, but you never replied to Gannicus when he mentioned disapproval of him. Now, I am asking as well, what causes you to continue to see him as unworthy?"
Titus put his hand on Oenomaus' back as they began to walk, leaving the office and entering the hall where previous Batiatus champions were immortalized in stone. "These champions…men forged from honor and discipline." Titus turned to his dearest slave. "Oenomaus, do you recall what you were when I first found you in the pits of Neapolis?"
"Memory does not fade, Dominus. It was your guidance that forged me into the man I am today."
Titus smiled fondly at the man who was almost as much a son to him as his own. "You were wild. Fighting with pure instinctual need to survive. Do you recall me explaining the need to have a purpose when fighting in the arena?"
Oenomaus nodded. "I recall many such conversations," he said chuckling.
"As well you should. It took Ulpius and I years to pull head from ass and teach you to use it for more than mere survival!"
Oenomaus laughed softly. "Lessons well learned and never forgotten, Dominus." He gently steered conversation back to Gannicus as they left the hall of past champions. "You believe Gannicus lacks purpose in the arena?"
Titus paused, and another wave of coughing attacked him. Oenomaus reached out and helped keep the man on his feet. After a moment, Titus waved him off and could stand on his own again. "I believe, Gannicus' purpose," he rasped, throat raw, "is wine and cunt. He seeks both with more voracity than he does triumph in the arena. Is that the makings of a true champion?"
Oenomaus kept a hand on Titus' arm as they continued their way. "Apologies, but in this I disagree," he said. "I have never seen the man so driven to achieve victory upon the sands. Gannicus' purpose is the arena. He lives for the fight itself, not fame, fortunes or glory. And, I believe we just witnessed his desire to remain champion."
"But is he deserved of such vaunted position?" Titus asked.
"Yes, Dominus, he is."
The old man was not so sure. "I am still unconvinced he achieved the Apolloinares through his skills in the arena," Titus said. "Considering the Severus woman's infatuation with his pretty face and cock it could easily be the latter that swayed the woman's mind."
"You lessen his performances in both the Vinalia and the Floralia with such a comment. His match with Negrimus alone proves he is most deserved of position in the Apolloinares," Oenomaus said, speaking plainly with Titus. "Whether the Severus woman is sharing his bed has no bearing on whether Gannicus deserves position. One woman's desire for him does not make him champion."
Titus snorted. "One woman's desire?!" He choked on the words. "Oenomaus, the man has fucked every whore in this ludus! In some instances, Gannicus was cause for woman becoming whore or have you forgotten how the insolent pup deflowered several of my slaves' years past?! Surely that tells you where his priorities lie."
Oenomaus sighed. He could not deny Gannicus' love for women, nor the trouble it had caused him in the past. "Yes. Gannicus has numerous women. It has always been so. Yet—"
"They flock to him as if compelled," Titus interrupted, shaking his head. "In fact, I believe in all the years he has been at this ludus, Oenomaus, the only woman to stand immune to his charm is your own loving wife!"
Oenomaus chuckled, it was true. Melitta was the one of the few who had never fallen victim to Gannicus' smile, but the Dominus was digressing, and Oenomaus wanted to steer discussion back to the heart of the matter, not the sins of Gannicus' past. "Be that as it may," the Doctore said, "Gannicus' love for wine and cunt do not define the champion I know him to be. Within his breast beats the heart of a lion, Dominus. Give him a chance to prove his worth before you decide he has none to speak of."
*8*
Melitta's face showed plainly her shock at Diona's words. "That is impossible. Explain meaning," she demanded. "How could he believe the child dead?"
"He told me he saw her jump from cliff with babe in arm…"
Melitta shook her head. "No," she told Diona firmly. "She carried no babe. Why would he think such a thing?"
"Because she had something in her arms—something Seraphina later told him was the babe."
Melitta's eyes widened exponentially, before she began shaking her head. "No. That cannot be. I was present before Aurelia took life. She wrapped his clothing, a subligaria, a tunic and one of his arm guards in a blanket he gave to her. I thought she was making a bundle to return to him after bitter break." Melitta frowned. "Seraphina was there as well," Melitta said. "She knew Aurelia did not have the child. To tell him that…"
"But she did, Melitta. Seraphina told him it was the babe and Gannicus believed her."
"Absent proof?" she asked, stunned at this information.
"Apparently he never thought the woman would whisper such cruel lies."
Suddenly his anguish became clear and Melitta felt rage seep through her. "That fucking monster!" she gasped, horrified that Gannicus had suffered tragic belief alone for so long. No wonder he felt deserved of terrible fate. He had believed he had part in the death of a babe—an innocent child!
"That cunt!" Melitta growled. "It is one thing to torment Gannicus. Yes, it is cruel and horrible, but at least he is grown man. Able to defend himself if necessary. What she has done in spreading such vicious lie is punish Kleos as well!" Melitta charged angrily. "She has sentenced the boy to a life without the benefit of a father. That is fucking unforgivable!" And with those words she stormed away from Diona.
"Where do you go?" she called.
"To have fucking words with Seraphina," Melitta called back. "Where do you think I go?"
Diona was dumbfounded for a moment. She had never heard Melitta curse in such a fashion, nor had she witnessed such rage from the woman. It took her a moment to respond, but when she saw Oenomaus enter the opposite end of the atrium with the elder Dominus, she knew Melitta was too angry to have noticed them and he rushed to catch up.
"Melitta wait!" Diona said.
"I cannot!" Melitta said, heading straight away to the kitchens. She was so mad she could barely see straight!
Diona grabbed hold of the older woman's arm halting her angry dash to the kitchens. "Pause a moment and hold words before you give yourself away," the younger woman hissed, pointing Melitta's attention across the atrium.
Melitta was stunned to see her husband and Titus walking along the middle course of the huge room. She had not seen them. Had she continued, she would have barreled right into them, and in her present frame of mind…
"Gratitude," she said to Diona quietly.
"None required," Diona replied, and in that moment, the two women put aside differences to protect each other, as well as the gladiator they both loved.
*8*
Titus nodded his head in acceptance. "Very well," he sighed. "You know I respect your thoughts above all others, Oenomaus. I will bow to your wisdom of the man in this," the old man said as they made their way from the atrium and towards the wing of the villa that housed his private quarters.
Oenomaus' chest swelled with pride. "Gratitude Dominus."
Titus patted the man on the back, letting him know how much he appreciated him. "None required. Your opinion is always respected. Let us see how he performs in the Apolloinares before making decision."
The Doctore nodded. "Your will. My hand."
They arrived at Titus' rooms. "Continue to work with Crixus," Titus instructed. "Although, perhaps less obviously. Gannicus made valid point in stating we cannot have the other men of this ludus losing respect for the champion of this house. It brings to mind, what form of correction should Crixus suffer for presenting such a challenge absent instruction?"
"Dominus, I believe Crixus has leveled punishment upon himself in this instance."
"Were his injuries of a serious nature then?" Titus asked, frowning at that information.
Oenomaus shrugged. "Serious enough that he is not up to your standard as offering for the arena in two days."
"Very well," Titus said with a sigh. "Have words with Crixus. Inform the man that due to his injuries, Gnaeus will be replacing him in the games."
"Dominus," Oenomaus said with a nod and started to take his leave, but Titus stopped him.
"Oh, and Oenomaus…"
The Doctore paused. "Yes, Dominus?"
"After you relieve Crixus of his arena position, remind the pup if he is to make challenge against the champion of my house, do so with cock in hand, not cunt."
Oenomaus chuckled. "I will see the man gets the message, Dominus," he said and exited Titus' rooms to return to the barracks.
*8*
Once Titus and Oenomaus exited the atrium, Melitta breathed a sigh of relief. But it was short lived as her anger returned quickly. She turned to Diona, wanting to be clear. "Gannicus told you personally that he believed his child dead because Seraphina broke such news to him?"
"Yes," Diona said firmly, yet a little nervous. She had never seen Melitta angry. She was such a gentle, compassionate person, seeing her enraged was off putting. "His words were Seraphina told him Aurelia jumped with babe in arms. He has truly believed the babe dead, Melitta. Heart about seized in chest when I informed him otherwise!"
That was all Melitta needed to hear. "Very well," she said, taking a deep breath. "I will have fucking explanation as to why the woman would do such a terrible thing!" she bit out, and again began to move rapidly across the villa, leaving Diona behind.
This time Diona let her go. She had no desire to be there when Melitta confronted the woman. However, Diona regretted accusing Melitta of not caring. It was obvious she did, very much so. Her reaction to Diona's news regarding Seraphina's words to Gannicus, was a woman defending her man's heart. Diona no longer doubted Melitta's emotions, however, it made her realize Gannicus would never be hers. Not when his own heart's desire coveted him in a like fashion. They would always seek each other first, leaving her, Diona, as the one left out. She sighed and returned to her room. She would leave fate to the Gods, she decided. If Melitta was meant to be with Gannicus, the Gods would make it so, if not, then perhaps, he would choose her. Stranger things had happened she thought.
*8*
Ok. So, to everyone who takes a moment to leave a comment or feedback, I cannot say it enough, thank you so very much for the inspiring reviews. You all make my day! I know so many have been patient on this journey, for the Melitta/Gannicus shippers, their time is coming soon. Promise. :) Bless you for hanging in there with me. For those of you who are enjoying him and Diona, that will not end. Diona has become a good friend to Gannicus and he truly cares for her. Hope you enjoyed hostile Melitta…thought it would be interesting to have sweet, gentle natured Melitta go off the rails in a temper. Let me know if it was believable. Hope so, but if it wasn't, I want to know why so I can fix it. :) You are all the best. :)
TJ