In Veritas Memento
Rating: NC 17
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A/N: Hello to my wonderful, lovely readers... It is IVM Monday! haha Seriously, I have decided to have a schedule for myself. I will post a new chapter of IVM every Monday. Perhaps, sometimes I may update more than once, but for certain a new chapter will go up each Monday until this is completed. :)
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On with the chapter…
Chapter 47: prodesse quam conspici: To accomplish rather than to be conspicuous
Batiatus Ludus:
Melitta folded her hands upon the railing as she watched Gannicus spar with Duratius. The Egyptian was gifted with his hammer, but Gannicus was far superior in speed and skill. He slipped beneath Duratius' defenses time and again to deliver punishing blows with his swords, driving the bigger gladiator backwards across the sand of the training yard; Melitta was certain Gannicus would be victorious.
Her gaze drifted to Kleos, and she smiled as she observed his obvious joy at being allowed to view his father train openly within the yard. The boy was practically hopping in place as the two gladiators faced off; it was as if he had ants in pants, so excited was he. Gannicus was bonding with his son. Melitta could see the relationship forging before her very eyes and it filled her with happiness. Despite the blonde gladiator's fear at failing in the task of being a father figure to Kleos, it was obvious he had a great desire to assume the role, no matter his words otherwise. And Melitta had no doubts Gannicus could be a good father to Kleos. He appeared to be making effort, which in and of itself was promising, especially considering the doubts the gladiator had. Melitta knew his fears of failing had more to do with Gannicus' internal struggles than his actual abilities. Gannicus often did not see his own self-worth which is why he attempted to avoid life's complications with drink, women or reckless behavior. If he would simply allow himself to try, he could be a positive influence in Kleos' life. The boy was already so much like the father; possessing an innate cockiness that was just shy of abrasive, most likely due to an overwhelming amount of charm that went along with boastful swagger. Kleos was truly a smaller version of the blonde gladiator, complete with heavy brows and an adorable dimple in his chin.
Melitta sighed. They were for Rome in just days. Oenomaus had given in to her request for time before he would demand words with her regarding recent behaviors, but the reprieve was coming to an end and soon she would have to break words with her husband. She honestly had no idea what she would say to him when the time came for that conversation. She could hardly tell him she was in love with Gannicus. He would lose mind and bringing such a thing to light could tear the entire ludus apart; Batiatus would be decidedly unhappy if that were to happen. However, she could not pretend something within her had not changed either. Oenomaus was a no fool. He knew she was different. He was not privy to how, why or what had changed exactly, but he was aware something had; he would not simply let suspicions go absent explanation. Of that Melitta was certain. The entire matter caused stomach to cramp with anxiety.
Melitta firmly pushed such thoughts from mind. She would have to face the consequences of her choices soon, but not today.
Today, she simply wanted to watch quietly from the shadows as the man she loved formed bond with the son that had been kept from him. It settled her nervous stomach and was a far more pleasant pursuit than lamenting over the possible outcomes of her future discussion with Oenomaus; none of which ended well in her musings.
*8*
Rome:
With the promise of wonderful gift, Octavia was nearly beside herself with anticipation as Claudius led their party past the outdoor gardens of their city property and towards the area where the noise of continuous construction had been happening for nearly two months. Much to her consternation, Claudius had put his hands over her eyes and was walking her to the area absent sight to discern what was occurring before her.
"Just tell me what it is, Claudius," Octavia whined.
"It is just a few more steps, Tavia. Patience is a virtue," Claudius chided teasingly.
"One I am finding myself short of presently," she snipped.
Cossutius chuckled. "Just let the man spoil you, Octavia. We are nearly there."
"Oh, do be quiet, Cossutius!" Octavia snapped, much to Claudius' amusement. "I did not ask for your input."
Claudius chuckled at her outburst, as did Cossutius and his sister. Octavia was well known for her impatience. Her losing temper over being delayed her desires was unsurprising and none took offense.
When they reached the arena, both Cossutius and his sister's eyes widened at the grandness of the spectacle before them. Cossutius whistled softly and Claudius hushed him before the man could ruin his surprise.
Cossutius did not remain silent though. "Aurelius, you have truly outdone even your own extravagance with this gift."
"It is spectacular," Cossutia added in an awe-struck voice. "A fine offering, not even Tertulla could boast of such a thing. She will be green with envy."
"Yes, she will," Cossutius agreed. "Considering Crassus has never honored her as wife in such a fashion, despite having plenty of coin to do so." He chuckled. "Octavia, you will be well pleased."
Their words caused Octavia to stomp her foot in vexation. "Claudius! I demand that you remove your hands from my eyes at once!" She grabbed his hands, deciding to free herself, but Claudius loved stirring her blood and kept her blind. "If this gift is so bold as to make the wife of Marcus Crassus envious, I want to lay gaze upon it now!"
Finally, he gave in to her. "Your wish, my command," Claudius said and removed his hands.
Octavia blinked, focusing gaze on the marvel before her. "What am I looking at here?" A smile tugged at her lips as she realized the incredible thing he had done. "You have built me my own arena?"
"In honor of Venus and my own goddess of love," Claudius replied. "Behold, the Arena ad astra: to the stars, my love. Which is how far my love for you soars."
Octavia gave a squeal of joy and threw herself into his arms. "It is magnificent! Gratitude, my love," she told him, giving him a resounding kiss on the lips. "I adore it."
"I had a thought that you might," Claudius replied dryly.
"Show me," she demanded, clapping her hands giddily. "I want to see everything."
Claudius walked them through the arena, pointing out the lavish seating for honored guests as well as the beautifully painted tapestries and statues that made the arena truly a work of art. He folded his hands before him, a pleased smile adorning his handsome face as he watched his wife and her friends "ooh" and "aah" over the many grand accoutrements that would certainly impress even the noblest of guest. His gift was a resounding success.
*8*
Batiatus Ludus:
Quintus Batiatus was a vindictive man so, despite Gannicus' wish to not see Seraphina punished for her lies, Batiatus took it upon himself to ensure the viper was removed from his nest by selling her to the local slave trader for a mere five denarii. He timed the event to happen while Kleos was in the yard training with Gannicus and not in the kitchens to witness his grandmother's departure.
"Please Dominus. Have mercy." She fell to her knees before him, her hands supplicated as if in prayer. "I have known you since you were a boy. Think of my grandson!" She wailed as the guards drug her to her feet and placed her in shackles.
He ignored the woman's tears and pleas for leniency. "Perhaps you should have thought of the boy when you told his father he was dead," Batiatus said coldly.
Her eyes widened and Seraphina's hatred once again got the best of her. "You sell me because of that man whore? He killed my daughter!" she screeched. "He is a—"
"Hold fucking tongue you rabid she-wolf or I will see it severed from fucking skull!" Batiatus snarled. Seraphina immediately went silent. Batiatus got in the woman's face, his finger aimed between her eyes. "Another fucking word and I will see you to the mines." He poked her, sending her head backwards. "Are we clear?"
Seraphina gave a whimpering nod of her head, her tears leaving an ugly trail down her rounded cheeks.
"Good," Batiatus said. He turned to the two guards holding the woman. "Remove her from sight. The trader is at the rear exit. See her to his hand."
"Yes Batiatus," the men said and drug Seraphina through the peristyle of the villa, using the servants entrance located there to bypass the atrium and inner doors of the villa as well as the gate in the yard.
Batiatus called Diona over, who was watching Seraphina's departure with wide eyed shock. "See Kleos' things moved from behind the kitchens to the quarters next to yours and Naevia's."
"Yes, Dominus," Diona said and turned to obey his command.
"Wait," Batiatus said before she could leave. "No. Have his belongings placed in the unused room next to Melitta's. I would have her look after the boy." Quintus nodded, pleased with himself for putting Gannicus' two most cherished people next to one another so they might form a bond as well.
"Yes Dominus," Diona said, taking note of the far-too-pleased expression on the man's crafty face.
*8*
Rome:
After giving the party a full tour of the arena and the surrounding temples, Claudius hung back, watching as his wife and her guests discussed the merits of having such a venue for entertainment purposes. Octavia was overjoyed, and he could not have been happier. Now all his wife need was her gladiator, and all would be right in her world. In truth, Gannicus' presence would serve his own purpose as well. Claudius was up for reelection and he was aware having the Capua champion as offering for their events would ensure success over anything his rival Antonius would offer. Not even Argonaut could draw the same reception that Gannicus would presently. The Celt's popularity was currently unprecedented. Claudius planned to ride the gladiator's success all the way to reelection. And in the doing, please not only his own aspirations but loving wife's desires as well.
Octavia joined him a few minutes later while Cossutius and Cossutia were still walking around expounding on the virtues of having use of such a venue for private events. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You have blessed me this day," she told him, a sensual twist to her lips. "I have grand plans for this gift."
He cocked a brow. "Do you now? Shall I hazard a guess or are you going to share thoughts?"
"I am going to fuck Gannicus in that arena," she stated boldly. "Right there upon the sand."
"As long as I can watch," he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist.
"And to whose form will your gaze be drawn, mine or his?"
He chuckled. "Why do you ask questions you already have the answer to my love?"
"Gannicus does not favor cock, Claudius," she told him bluntly. "He would not appreciate you putting hands upon him."
He recoiled as if she had physically slapped him. "I did not say I wanted to touch the man, Octavia." He pulled away from her embrace, obviously distressed by her words. "My tastes may run in an unusual form, but I would never force myself upon another human being. You know this."
Realizing she had wounded him, Octavia sought to make it up to him. "Apologies. I speak without thought."
He held out an arm to stop her from putting her arms around him again. "I would have explanation as to why you cast aspersions upon me. I have watched you getting fucked on many occasions; have I not?"
She nodded. "Claudius I—"
"Hold tongue, Octavia and allow me to finish," he said, hurt and disturbed by her words. "And I have never attempted to force myself on your lovers. Have I?"
"No, you have not," Octavia admitted softly.
"In fact, I have never forced my attentions on anyone, much less a slave with no free will of their own to choose. I simply cannot understand why you would accuse me of anything so vile? Do you truly believe me capable of such actions?"
She shook her head. "I am acting as bitch! Forgive me, my love. I know you would never dream of doing such a thing."
He sighed. "I am aware of your strong feelings for this gladiator," Claudius mused, a frown pulling his brows down. "Perhaps your desires fall even deeper than the love you feel for me."
His worry aggrieved her deeply. "Claudius, no! Do not think it. Loving Gannicus does not take away from what I feel for you." Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. "You are my truest love. I cherish you with all my heart, my love," she told him, holding her breath after her declaration.
He was quiet for a moment before he gave in. "And I you," he finally said.
"Please. Please forgive me, Claudius," she pleaded, her pretty face crumpling with guilt. "I have ruined your wonderful gift with my idiocy!"
He was quiet for a long moment and she began to tremble next to him. Finally, he pulled her into his arms. "All is not ruined, Octavia," he said, rubbing her back when she buried her face in his chest.
After several moments of quiet tears, Octavia raised her tear streaked face. "Am I forgiven?"
He smiled indulgently. "As if I could ever stay angry with you."
Octavia gave a joyful little squeal and cuddled up to him, eager to put their tiff behind them. "I am sorry, love. I spoke without thought."
"Let's turn it from mind and never give it voice again," he told her. He assumed a gregarious smile."See, I have all but forgotten already."
"Gratitude. But I shall find a delightful manner in which to make up thoughtless words just the same," she said, a wicked grin curving her lush lips.
His brow shot up at the positively naughty expression upon her face. "Oh? And what would you suggest as a means to accomplish such a task?"
"Perhaps I can convince Gannicus to allow you to join us…"
Claudius gave a soft growl at the suggestion and Octavia's pulse quickened. "I can think of nothing more exciting than to have both the men I love inside me at the same time." Her smile widened as she felt him harden against her stomach. "I see you favor this idea as well."
The lust in his eyes was plain. "If your gladiator would agree to such a thing…" The idea so aroused him, Claudius thrust himself against her. "Can you get rid of them?" He inclined his head towards the siblings. "I have a sudden need to fuck my wife!"
"Or perhaps your wife will fuck you," she said. There was a devilish glint sparking in her cat-like green eyes as she tip-toed her fingers up his chest. "You can even imagine it is my gladiator inside you."
Claudius stilled. She had not indulged his most secret desires and needs for some time. His hands tightened around her waist imperceptibly. "Do not tease, Octavia," he breathed longingly.
"I am not teasing. We have not…played in a bit, my love." She winked at him impishly. "I find I am feeling quite playful of a sudden."
A low hum of desire purred in his throat. "What about them?" he asked, inclining his head towards Cossutius and Cossutia Minor still wandering the arena.
"Let them explore." Octavia took his hand in hers and began to pull him along behind her along the walkway. "Come," she said, and they hurriedly snuck away towards the domus, giggling like recalcitrant children. "By the time they realize we are gone…" Her step was light and happy as they entered the villa through the exedra. "We will be quite busy and shall no longer care if they are angered!"
He grinned, allowing her to lead him to her bedroom. "Have I told you today how much I love you?"
"You have," she replied, giving him her best 'come hither' gaze. "And now it is time for me to reciprocate."
Claudius gave a low groan of need and closed the bedroom door behind him.
*8*
Batiatus Ludus:
Blithely unaware of Batiatus' actions and the plans being discussed for him in Rome, Gannicus was in his element and his laughter rang out while he sparred with Duratius; he always enjoyed besting his brothers in contest, especially while being observed by an audience—Kleos was a special audience. And as the boy watched from his position upon the raised step leading to the dining area, Gannicus made a production of beating the dark haired gladiator soundly, taunting the bigger man often.
Duratius swung his mighty hammer sideways, towards Gannicus' head, but the blonde gladiator batted it away with both swords, spinning about as he did so and using his forward momentum rush past Duratius and land a punishing blow to the Egyptian's back with the flat side of one of his swords. Duratius quickly turned to face the champion, but Gannicus was already swinging his swords again. This time they caught Duratius across the chest, sending the bigger gladiator staggering back towards the cliff. Gannicus continued his assault, hacking away at Duratius, who tried valiantly to deflect the blows, but his hammer was no match for the speed and dexterity of Gannicus' dual swords. Over and again, the champion delivered one painful blow after another until Duratius was at the edge of the cliff with nowhere to run.
Gannicus had his swords aimed at the big Egyptian's neck. "Have you wings prepared to flitter you away or do you yield?"
Duratius looked over his shoulder, not favoring the drop behind him. "You do realize in the arena I would not have a cliff at my backside?"
Gannicus chuckled. "Stalling will not change fate, brother. Yield or learn to fly. Your choice."
Duratius gave the missio, then lowered one of those two fingers giving Gannicus a universally known bad finger gesture.
Gannicus grinned. "Being able to curse me in finger language does not change the fact that you lose, brother." He glanced to where Kleos was watching them with wide eyes and his smile faded quickly. "Duratius, lower fucking finger. If I see Kleos using same gesture at a later date, I am coming back to you as cause."
Duratius glanced to the boy, saw him staring and immediately dropped the bad finger. "Apologies," he said, a slight flush to his cheeks that had naught to do with exertion during contest.
Gannicus sighed. "None required. If that is the worst the boy sees with me as his father, I will consider myself lucky."
Duratius chuckled softly as he clapped Gannicus on the shoulder. "You've had your moments to be sure, but do not put undue pressure on yourself." He glanced to where Kleos was watching them. "Look at the pride on the boy's face. He is admiring of his father, that is certain. Start with that feeling brother and more shall grow from it."
Gannicus turned and his chest felt all tight again as he took note of his son's shining eyes. Duratius was right. The boy was proud…of him. He turned to his brother. "Gratitude," he murmured, clasping Duratius' arm.
Duratius returned the gesture. "I need no gratitude, brother." His grin was downright evil. "Seeing you struck dumb and mute by a child was a sight I would have given my last denarii to bear witness to," he said laughing uproariously.
"And yet I still beat you," the blonde gladiator replied with a smirk.
Duratius gave a shrug as if saying you cannot win them all and replied, "I would rather face you on the sands brother than your son in an interrogation."
Gannicus gave a short bark of laughter. "As would I," he admitted with a smile.
The big Egyptian headed across the sand towards the water barrel for a drink chuckling softly as he went, while Gannicus made his way to where Kleos sat, his swagger in full effect after winning the match. "Did I best him quick enough for your tastes? Or shall I work on my speed in next contest?" he teased, swinging his sword playfully.
Kleos leaped to his feet, almost dancing in his excitement. "I knew you would best him, however, I was terribly afraid he was going to fall." The boy paused, a troubled frown marring his young brow. "If he had not surrendered, would you have really thrown him off the cliff?"
Gannicus leaned down and lowered his voice. "Do not tell Duratius, but I would never push a brother from that cliff."
Kleos replied in a whisper too. "But you do not want him to know that because then he may challenge you again."
"Exactly." He stood and ruffled Kleos' hair with one hand. "Come. Now you will show me what you learned watching Duratius and I spar."
Kleos got to his feet, picked up his practice swords and followed Gannicus across the yard to the palus in the shade.
*8*
With a determined stride, Quintus entered his tablinum. He had several matter that needed attending before they departed for Rome. However, he stopped short upon entering the room when he spied his father sitting at the desk going through the many offers Quintus had received for Gannicus' services. For a moment, Quintus debated on informing his father the actions he took regarding the kitchen slave but decided against it. His father no longer tended to matters relating to the villa, therefore, Quintus felt no desire to possibly get into an argument with the man over a matter he would never discover happened.
Batiatus cleared his throat to gain his father's attention.
Titus looked up and gave a noncommittal grunt of acknowledgment upon seeing Quintus standing in the entryway. He waved the parchments he held instead. "Varis makes a generous offer for Gannicus to appear in his Vinalia Rustica."
Batiatus entered the room fully. He leaned his hip against the desk and crossed his arms, nodding at his father. "He does," Quintus agreed. "As does Crassus."
Titus' eyes widened. "Marcus Crassus?"
"Is there another?" Quintus asked with a smirk. "He requests Gannicus for the primus of his games to celebrate the return of his charge, Julius Caesar, to the capital later this year."
"Yes. I had heard rumors young Caesar would be returning now that Sulla has left the city."
Batiatus chuckled. "Refusing Sulla's demand to divorce his wife was a brazen move, but it also put him firmly in the dictator's sight for death. The young fool is extremely lucky the only thing Sulla demanded was his inheritance and Cornelia's dowry for his actions. Such defiance could have surely ended in Caesar's death." Quintus shrugged. "Perhaps Crassus intervened for him. The man shits gold. Perhaps he produced some for Sulla's hand and saved his charge's life in the doing."
"So, Crassus is openly backing Caesar's return then?"
"I would say so considering the festival Crassus is planning to honor the man." Batiatus rummaged through several parchments before finding the one he sought. He handed it to his father. "See for yourself. His offer is beyond generous. It borders the obscene," Quintus said with a cocky smirk.
Titus' eyes widened when he took note of the purse. "Generous indeed," he commented. The elder man laughed softly as he read a line of Crassus's' letter of request out loud. "He desires a God of the arena to ensure the Gods favor Caesar's return, eh?"
"He does. To gain approval from the Gods one must honor them with a God upon the sand. Gannicus has become a true Titan for this house, father."
For once, Titus did not argue that statement. "He has indeed," the old man admitted.
Batiatus decided now might be the time to, once again, debate the issue of Tullius' bid to purchase the Celtic gladiator. "Your admission begs the question… are you still of a mind to sell him to Tullius?"
Titus leveled his gaze upon his son. "I cannot say that I am," he said. "After Gannicus was attacked so deceitfully at Sextus' exhibition—"
Batiatus snorted. "By Tullius, father, as I am certain you must be aware."
"Do you take me for a fool, Quintus?" Titus asked.
"You are many things, but a fool is not among them, father. Which is why I cannot understand why you continue to allow Tullius to treat you as one."
The elder Batiatus let out a long sigh. "In my attempt to balance scales and have this ludus returned to proper position, I suppose I refused to acknowledge Tullius' corruption. No longer," Titus said with a determined nod. "I am of the belief that Tullius was behind the attack on Gannicus."
"As am I," Quintus agreed. "The question remains, what are we to do about it?"
Titus shrewdly deduced his son's leanings and disabused him of the notion of seeking physical relief. "We shall not right a wrong by committing a worse offense, Quintus," he said. "I will refuse his next offer outright and put an end to the matter once and for all. If it costs us further matches here in Capua, so be it."
Batiatus desired a far bloodier consequence to befall the blonde merchant, but refusal of Gannicus' sale would be a nice start to exacting revenge.
"Gannicus will not be sold to Tullius, Quintus," Titus added. "Ease worry and set mind to deciding which of these many offers we shall accept to best see our house to glory."
Quintus could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Do you truly mean this?"
"I do," Titus confirmed.
Batiatus could not contain his giddy smile. "Gratitude father. You will not regret this decision. After the Apolloinares, Gannicus' fame shall rise even further and soon the House of Batiatus will be known across the Republic!" And then he would get his revenge upon Tullius. Quickly, quietly and deadly, he would strike, Quintus thought, with his father none the wiser.
*8*
Later that evening, Gannicus was in his cell when a guard came and told him he had been summoned. His heart sped up when he saw Melitta waiting for him at the gate.
"You have grown bold summoning me," he said with a grin. "Or is this another meeting designed through Batiatus?"
"He did not send me, but it is because of Batiatus that I am here," she replied in a soft voice.
His brows drew down. What was the man plotting now? "To what purpose?" Gannicus asked.
"Batiatus has sold Seraphina," she told him.
Gannicus' eyes widened. "He did? Why?"
She sighed. "I was not present at the time, but from what I have gathered it is because of her actions towards you."
He rolled his eyes. "I did not ask the man to do such a thing."
"I did not think you had," she said. "Batiatus does not need motivation to act with vicious revenge."
Gannicus ran a hand through his hair wearily. "Fuck! Where is Kleos? Does he know she is gone?"
Melitta nodded. "He knows."
"How is he faring?" Gannicus asked, his worry obvious.
"Better than expected. Batiatus had him placed in quarters that are next to mine."
At this, Gannicus smiled. "Next to you?" She nodded, and he let out a sigh, his concern alleviated at her words. "Then he will be fine if you are to be there to help him through such a trying time."
"But we are for Rome in two days, Gannicus," she reminded him.
His frown immediately returned. "Fuck the Gods! I had not thought of that." He cursed again under his breath. "Why did the man act in such a manner so close to our departure? Who will care for the boy while we are gone?"
Melitta shook her head, her own concerns plain on her beautiful face.
"I shall ask Diona to look after him," Gannicus said, feeling immediate relief wash over him. "She will see he is properly attended while we are away." He placed his hand on top of hers. "I did not ask for Batiatus to do this, but I cannot say I am saddened for her to be away from my son. She filled his head with cruel and vicious lies. Not to mention she knew about us…" He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb gently. "Her tongue was full of venom, Melitta, and I cannot deny I stand relieved in knowing she can no longer harm those I love with her lies or gossip."
"I had a similar thought when I heard the news," she admitted. "I feel terrible for feeling comfort at her absence, but she had allowed her hatred to consume her. To the detriment of a child she was charged with taking care of."
"The hurtful things she told Kleos were unforgivable," he said, leaning in so his face was only inches from hers. "Do not waste your thoughts or sympathy on that witch! Her, I could give two shits about. My only concern is for Kleos and how her absence might affect him."
"I will speak to him tonight, Gannicus. But I think you should break words on the subject tomorrow at first opportunity."
"I will," he told her. "I will have words at the morning meal." He took a moment to study her, a silly, love-struck smile adorned his face as he drank in her exotic charms.
Melitta flushed under his intense scrutiny. "I should return to the villa," she said softly.
"You should," he agreed, "but pause a moment. I want to gaze upon your beauty for a while longer."
"Gannicus…" she chided gently. "We should not arouse suspicions."
He gave her his most charming smile. "If I promise not to touch you inappropriately will you stay?"
She rolled her eyes but her soft laughter gave truth to her feelings regarding his words. "You are incorrigible," she told him.
"Not incorrigible," he said. "But I am hopelessly in love with you."
Her breath caught. "I stand the same. I love you, Gannicus," she admitted quietly. "I have realized I will suffer my guilt willingly if the Gods will allow you near me and in my arms." She reached through the bars separating them and stroked her palm along his cheek. "Anything is worth having you here, like this."
He turned his face and pressed a quick kiss to her palm. "I do not deserve you."
She shook her head. "Nonsense." Seeing the guard returning to check on them, Melitta removed her hand. "I shall check on Kleos tonight," she said. Then very quietly she whispered. "I will think of you when I close my eyes this night."
Gannicus' heart raced. "You are in my dreams every night." He wanted to kiss her badly but knew he could not. He thanked her for taking care of his son instead. "Goodnight," he said, watching her as she made her way up the stairs, his eyes drawn to her naked back and the lush curve of her derriere.
He licked his lips knowing he would pleasure himself later to the image of her succulent arse jiggling deliciously as she walked up the stairs. In fact, considering the erect state of his cock, he supposed he would have to do so immediately. He sighed and returned to his cell to handle his not so little problem.
*8*
Melitta found Kleos sitting on his pallet in the tiny room that had been assigned to him by Batiatus. The alcove was not normally used as slave quarters due to its tiny size. In fact, Melitta could barely lay down lengthwise in the room and she was not considered tall. A full-size man could never sleep in such a small room; however, it was perfectly sized for a child such as Kleos.
"I wanted to come see you and see how you are doing," she said as she entered the room and took a seat next to him on his small bed.
There were tears in his eyes. "I don't know," he mumbled, clutching one of the new pillows he had received from Gannicus.
"I am sorry for Seraphina, Kleos." Melitta placed her hand on his back, offering him the comfort of her touch. "I know this must be confusing for you, but we are slaves. It is unfortunate, but we have no choice when the Dominus makes a decision to sell one of us."
"She was mean," he suddenly said. "And said hurtful things to me about my tad, but I am scared without her. Who will care for me without her here?"
She smiled down at him. "I will be here for you, as will your father and Diona…"
He turned his big brown eyes up to Melitta and she melted. "Promise?"
She nodded. "I promise."
Kleos wrapped his skinny little arms around her neck. "Gratitude Melitta. You are always so nice. I do not know why Seraphina called you names."
Melitta rocked him back and forth, soothing him. "I do not know why either, Kleos, but we mustn't repeat her harsh words. They were meant to cause pain."
He leaned back so he could look into her eyes. "They are lies. You are nothing like she called you. My tad told me what the word means. Apologies for even repeating it, Melitta. Please do not be cross with me."
"Ssshhh," Melitta said, holding the boy close. "You have no reason to apologize. It was not your fault. I hold no blame towards you, Kleos. Trust words."
He nodded, but still clung to her, and once again, she felt her anger at the woman rise up. Perhaps Gannicus was right and it was a good thing Seraphina was gone, despite the brutal fashion in which she left because Melitta was certain she would have gleefully smacked the woman once more for causing Kleos even a moment of distress with her ugly words and lies.
Tamping down her anger, Melitta held the young boy, rocking him gently until his eyes drooped and he finally fell asleep. After she tucked him into his bed, she made her way to her own with a feeling of wonder fluttering inside her breast.
Was that what being a mother felt like? Melitta had never thought of it in truth, but now, after settling Kleos in, she couldn't not think of it. If Gannicus did win his freedom and purchase hers and Kleos' she would effectively become his mother. It was a daunting yet exciting thought, one that had Melitta smiling as she too found respite in Morpheus' arms.
*8*
The next morning, Gannicus pulled Kleos aside at the morning meal and suggested Kleos break his fast with he men. When the house slave who worked the barracks started to complain how he needed Kleos' help, Gannicus bribed the old man with promise of coin if he let Kleos off duties for the morning meal. It was an easily struck bargain and the old man agreed to allow Kleos to sit with Gannicus as the gladiator broke his fast rather than work.
Kleos' mood brightened considerably at the news.
"Give him a tray as well," Gannicus said.
"I cannot give the boy the gladiator's food…"
"I'll add another fucking denarii," the blonde gladiator bit out, "just give him a fucking tray of food you old bastard!"
With promise of more coin the man readily agreed and handed over another tray of food. Gannicus scowled at the old man but took the tray anyhow and brought it back to his usual table where his son was sitting with Duratius and Barca.
"Once again you eat with the men," Barca said as Gannicus set Kleos' tray in front of him and resumed his seat next to the boy. "You stand as honorary trainee Kleos."
"Truly?" Kleos asked, eyes wide with wonder. When Barca nodded, Kleos gave a little "whoop" of joy and began to bounce in his seat happily.
Gannicus chuckled at his son's enthusiasm. "You did well yesterday working the palus."
"Doctore said I was even better than you," Kleos said, his small shoulders back and his chest puffed out with pride.
Duratius snickered. "Doctore speaks truth, Kleos," he said, spooning up a mouthful of porridge. "Your father tends to set gaze upon the balcony and the pretty girls upon it rather than set mind to purpose of training." He winked at Gannicus before shoveling his porridge into his mouth.
Gannicus rolled his eyes at his brother for that comment. "You are more focused than I was when I first began my training," Gannicus admitted, giving Duratius a rude hand gesture behind Kleos' back where the boy could not see him. "But it is not because I am always looking towards the balcony."
Barca and Duratius both shared a look and started to laugh. "Where was your gaze a few weeks ago when I nearly took your head off during training?" Barca asked, leaning forward to level his gaze upon Gannicus.
Gannicus sighed. "Ignore them, Kleos," he said, giving Barca a rude hand gesture as well. "Barca is just aggrieved because he nearly had me, but I came out as victor that day."
"As you stood winner against Duratius?" Kleos asked.
Gannicus chuckled. "Exactly," he said with a cocky smirk. He placed an arm on the table and leaned down, so his face was of a height with Kleos'. "You are a natural," he said. Gannicus pointed Kleos' attention towards to Duratius and he grinned devilishly. "Your attack and defense strategy is better than Duratius here. But then again that is because I taught you and you see how readily I can best my brother."
Duratius smirked. "Boastful words from the little man who needed cliff to end match. I refuse to admit I was defeated, unless it was by fucking fear of heights!"
There was several more rounds of teasing and boasting as the men ate their morning meal. When all were finished, Gannicus kept Kleos at the table while the men headed for the yard to train.
"I would have words, Kleos, regarding Seraphina's absence." He put his finger under his son's chin and tilted his face up, so he could look upon the boy's expression as they spoke. "I am here if you feel need to break head and spill thoughts. And if you are worried, that is fine too, but there is no need. I will ensure you will be cared for Kleos, I give word."
"Gratitude," the boy said quietly.
The boy's reserved attitude worried Gannicus. "Kleos, do you wish to speak of it?"
Kleos shrugged. "Seraphina scared me sometimes, tad," the youngster finally admitted.
"Why? What did she do that frightened?"
"She would sit next to me at night and just watch me. Often she would look angry." Kleos turned to Gannicus, his eyes watery. "Am I a bad person if I do not mourn her leaving, tad?"
Gannicus took several deep, calming breaths to dispell the fury that slithered within his gut. "No," he replied, keeping his voice calm and neutral. "Failing to feel sadness when a cruel person is absent bears no consequence to you." Gannicus leaned into his son and whispered, "I am not saddened to see her gone either, Kleos. She kept me from you for too long for me to feel anything but anger for her."
"Then I am fine," Kleos said. He gave Gannicus a big smile. "Melitta came to see me last evening. She is very nice. I like Melitta, tad. She rocked me to sleep."
Gannicus ruffled the boy's hair. "I like Melitta too."
"She is very pretty," Kleos added, putting his head down when a blush stained his cheeks and even his ears turned a bit red.
Gannicus chuckled. His son even had the same good taste in women. "She is beautiful," he admitted in a whisper. "But we cannot tell her that too often."
"Why?" Kleos asked.
"Because her head would swell," he replied with a grin. "How would she ever fit through the arches in the villa if her head was swollen and enlarged from hearing how beautiful she is?"
"Compliments cause brain to enlarge?" He looked horrified.
Gannicus could not help laughing. He knew his outlandish comments would find Melitta's ears through Kleos. He was counting on it in fact. He liked seeing Melitta riled. It caused pulse to race.
"If one becomes too full of oneself then yes. Head does become enlarged, Kleos. Ask Melitta. She will tell you I speak true," he said, barely restraining his mirth.
Kleos seemed to ponder him for a moment as if trying to decide if his father was jesting or not. Finally he nodded. "I shall do that then."
After a moment Gannicus asked, "You are fine then relating to Seraphina?"
"I am, tad," Kleos insisted.
"Good," Gannicus said and got to his feet, his hand resting on Kleos' shoulder. "If you need me, have Melitta or Diona get word. Understand?" Kleos nodded. "I must begin training but we shall speak further during mid-day meal."
"I should seek out Melitta. She said she would help me with my new duties today."
"Stick close to her, Kleos. She will take care of you."
"I will, tad," he said.
With a small wave he skipped away, looking more carefree than Gannicus had expected, although the gladiator could not say he was displeased. Hearing yet another story of the strange and cruel behavior the woman forced upon his son caused rage to bubble up inside Gannicus.
"Thank the fucking Gods the witch is gone," he muttered as he went back to the yard for his swords. If she was not, Gannicus would (once again) have a terrible urge to seek the woman out and throttle her with his bare hands.
With her gone, that urge was easier to dismiss, however, he was still angry.
"Ashur," he called once he had his swords. "Bring sword to fucking purpose. I desire to see if you have retained what you learned in days past."
Ashur took one look at Gannicus' face and groaned. "Fuck! The Gods never favor Ashur," the Syrian complained under his breath as he reluctantly met the blonde gladiator upon the sand.
*8*
Footnotes: Julius Caesar was forced from Rome in 82 BC when Sulla took control. In addition, Caesar was targeted for death by Sulla, but was offered a deal to spare his life as long as he divorced Lucius Cornelius Cinna's (Sulla's rival) daughter, Cornelia. Caesar refused and was stripped of his inheritance and Cornelia's dowry for his actions. Crassus did indeed help Caesar return to Rome after Sulla retired to the country in 80-79 BC.
