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.
Warnings: M for a reason. This story is much like the show. It contains bad words, smut, dub con and even non-con moments! If that is not your cup of tea, turn back now. Although, if cussing, nudity and dubious consent sex scenes offend, are you sure you're a fan of Spartacus?! ;) Hehehe. Kidding. Anyhow, you've been warned.
A/N: Thank you for reading and reviewing. All the lovely comments feed my muse and keeps the chapters coming. :)
A/N 2: Normal warnings for this chapter. Lots of Gannicus smut plus a fem slash scene too.
*8*
Chapter 54: quid agis: What are you doing?
The Gladiator's Domus: Gannicus' Room.
Melitta could not get enough of him.
They were on their knees upon his bed and Gannicus was behind, buried deep inside her with an arm around her slender waist, he held her to him as he moved within her, in slow, but powerful strokes.
"I could make love to you forever," he whispered against her neck.
"Mmmm, so good," Melitta moaned softly and turned her head seeking his lips. She looped her arm around his neck and brought his head down, so she could kiss him. Their mouths met, tongues mating in an erotic dance until Melitta pulled back; she stroked his lower lip with her thumb.
"Fuck me hard," she whispered in her most graceful voice, before nipping at his jaw wickedly.
Gannicus' eyes widened, and his cock swelled at hearing Melitta say such a thing; it sent his desire through the roof. He let out a low, grumbling roar of pure lust and began slamming into her, the delicious slapping sound of flesh meeting flesh played against the sounds of their moans and groans as they moved together upon his bed.
"You want it hard, love?" He asked, his voice husky with raw desire. He moved his hand down to cup her mound, sliding his finger between her slick folds to find her clit. "I can give you rough." His middle and forefinger settled on the hard nub and rubbed circles on it as he snapped his hips, thrusting his cock even deeper still with each powerful stroke.
Melitta arched her back, with both arms around his neck she held on for dear life, whining her pleasure as he gave her what she asked for. "Yes! Gods, Gannicus, yes!"
He moved faster, harder, his cock bumping her cervix as he gave her the fucking she wanted. His fingers continued to play with her clit, giving it the friction and pressure needed to make her come undone for him. "You feel so fucking good," he crooned. "So wet and tight. Gods, I'm so close…" He buried his face in her neck, inhaling her scent while he worked her body, needing her to climax with him.
Melitta gave a low keening wail as ecstasy tingled its way along her nerve endings. "I'm close too…" she panted as her inner walls pulsed and fluttered around the hard length of him. Suddenly her core clenched and a sizzling bliss overwhelmed her. "Gods yes! Right there, Gannicus," she cried, her body shuddering as waves of pleasure washed over her.
"Fuck!" he growled, gritting his teeth as her pussy clamped down on him and her juices flooded his cock. Gannicus wrapped a hand in her hair and thrust impossibly harder, snapping his hips with vigorous abandon until his own orgasm hit; he threw his head back, eyes closed as he followed her over the edge and filled her with his cum.
He gave her a sloppy kiss on the side of her neck as he collapsed onto the bed, dragging Melitta's limp form with him, exhausted after such immense release.
*8*
Octavia's Bathing chamber:
It was a day of luxurious indulgence for the three Roman women. When they had first arrived, the women had taken advantage of Octavia's magnificent twelve by ten-foot dark green Egyptian Serpentine marble bath, soaking in the decadent milk and mineral waters that softened the skin and made it lush, pale and milky smooth.
After being hand dried by Octavia's slaves, Gaia and Lucretia were presently enjoying personal massages by Octavia's specialized slaves trained in the art of sensual massage.
Lucretia reclined face down on the soft golden colored couch, her hands and legs outstretched as Octavia's masseuse spread scented oils upon her back and along her legs and both arms. It was so relaxing; however, Lucretia could not help but notice Gaia, on the couch next to her, her legs spread open in a manner that did not resemble a normal massage at all.
"Yes, mmm, right there," Gaia murmured, lifting her hips while moaning softly.
The lanista's wife tried to ignore Gaia's moans, but Lucretia could not help it, Gaia intrigued her, and her eyes were drawn back to the other couch where she watched as Octavia's blonde slave fingered the brunette Roman, making Gaia moan and pant until she bucked her hips hard, crying her pleasure and climaxing under the tutelage of the blonde slave's fingers.
Lucretia looked away, squeezing her thighs together to ease the throbbing ache there.
Octavia chuckled softly taking note of Lucretia's discomfort as she sat on her plush purple velvet stool having her make up done. She turned her face towards Anya, her personal body slave and cosmetae, lifting her chin as the woman put the finishing touches on Octavia's cosmetics. When Anya was finished, she handed Octavia a mirror, so the Roman could inspect her work. "Magnificent, Anya," the blonde noble said, pleased with the perfectly pale beauty staring back at her. "Gannicus will be most please I suspect."
"When is he not well pleased?" Lucretia murmured with a sigh. "Especially with the way you spoil him."
Octavia gave a dainty shrug. "He pleases me greatly," she said in reply. "I see no reason not to make him happy as well."
Gaia let loose a contented sigh from her couch and Lucretia turned her head to watch her friend and sometime lover being bathed between her thighs by the blonde slave, washing away the evidence of her orgasm. Lucretia licked her lips; Gaia was flushed becomingly and looking especially beautiful today.
Octavia's giggles filled the air. "Gaia, I think Lucretia needs you. She seems to have developed a rather pressing issue between her thighs."
Lucretia gasped and started to deny such a thing, but Octavia waved her off. "I mean no embarrassment by my words, Lucretia," she said wit a smile. "I have had Gaia between my own, Lucretia. I can relate to your desire." The blonde turned a heated look to the brunette. "I am well aware of how wonderful Gaia's tongue is, whether it is to deliver pleasure or stir up gossip, Gaia has an amazing mouth."
Gaia got to her feet, a little wobbly from her orgasm. "Octavia," she whispered, touching the blonde's cheek.
Octavia took Gaia's palm in hand and placed a lingering kiss there. "I have forgiven you. You helped give me Gannicus." She turned Gaia towards Lucretia, still lying on her back, but looking over her shoulder at the two of them. "She needs you now. Go to her and I would like to watch if I may?"
Gaia's grin was wicked, and she licked her lips. "Why watch when you can join in," she said taking Octavia's hand in hers and pulling the blonde to her feet.
"No. I have Gannicus."
"He is delicious, to be sure, but he is still just a man. He can never truly know a woman's body like another woman can."
And with that Gaia pulled Octavia to her, kissing her, hands roaming, touching lightly, arousing the senses. It was not too hard or too light.
"Gannicus, fucks me hard. He makes me scream," Octavia said, "you can never make me scream like that."
"Not with my cock, no," Gaia admitted, breathing heavily. "But I can make you scream, 'Tavia."
Gaia kissed Octavia again, sliding her hands up the blonde's torso to palm her breasts.
"Gods!" Octavia moaned softly when Gaia cupped the twin globes squeezing the pillowy mounds with just the right amount of pressure, as only another woman could do.
Lucretia sat up and turned so she could watch her two friends, the ache between her legs intensifying as she realized the women were former lovers.
Gaia led Octavia over to where Lucretia waited, and the two women joined the lanista's wife on the wide couch. Gaia wrapped a hand behind Lucretia's neck to bring her in for a kiss while pinching, and pulling on Octavia's nipple, keeping the blonde engrossed while drawing Lucretia into the threesome. The three women began to kiss and touch each other. Hands sliding along curvy breasts, waists and rear ends, all the while kissing and licking one another.
Gaia glanced over to the blonde slave who had given her such an amazing orgasm. "Come," she said, waving the slave over to them. She lifted Lucretia's leg, holding it out straight and trailing her fingertips along the smooth flesh down to where Lucretia's quim was openly displayed.
Octavia leaned over, sliding her finger inside Lucretia, making the other woman cry out softly. "Look how wet she is."
Octavia and Gaia began kissing up and down Lucretia's body while Octavia added another finger inside Lucretia and began to finger her.
Gaia watched Octavia for a moment before adding her own fingers. Lucretia threw back her head, crying out when both Octavia and Gaia began to fuck her, it was nearly too much. "Gods!" she sobbed, arching her hips in time with their fingers.
Finally, when Lucretia was about to shatter, Gaia looked to the blonde slave, and Octavia removed her fingers. The brunette signaled for the girl to approach them.
"Taste her," Octavia said, indicating Lucretia, waving her fingers. The blonde slave licked at Octavia's fingers. "Good girl now truly taste her," she said, indicating Lucretia's cunt.
The slave dropped to her knees and began to lick and taste, suckling at Lucretia hungrily, the lanista's wife moaned deeply, allowing her legs to fall open, her attention leaving Gaia and Octavia as the blonde slave brought her closer and closer to orgasm.
"And you," she took Gaia's hand and slipped it between her thighs, pressing the brunette's slender fingers against her clit. "Mmm. Yes," Octavia moaned, "You fuck me."
Gaia moaned too as she tipped Octavia's head back to kiss her. Gaia slipped three graceful fingers into the blonde's cunt and began to fuck her, reveling in having Octavia again for the first time since the blonde had dismissed Gaia three years previously, shutting the brunette out of her bedroom after Gaia had foolishly slept with Octavia's brother, Lucius, and spilled Octavia's secrets to the man.
Gaia was desperate to be forgiven this trip.
*8*
Gannicus could not contain his smile as he dressed for his trip into the city. He pulled on a pair of black barbarian bracae first. "You are a very wicked woman, Melitta," he told her, but his grin spoke plainly how happy she made him.
Melitta let out a snort that still somehow managed to be delicate. "Please," she said, picking up her robes from where Gannicus had tossed it aside earlier. "It is not as if I could corrupt you."
He chuckled as he wagged his heavy brows at her flirtatiously. "I would allow you to corrupt me if you so desired."
She giggled softly as she slipped on her lightweight slave garment. "Oh no. You were corrupted long before you met me." She gave him a slow playful smirk. "I refuse to be held accountable for your sinful nature."
He laughed outright; he always enjoyed their banter. "Sinful nature! Ha!" he exclaimed as he shrugged on the white tunic he was to wear. "And just who came to my room and dragged me to bed?"
She rolled her eyes as she turned to face him, her robes fastened once more. "Yes, and you put up such a valiant struggle too," she told him, her lips quivering with humor.
He jutted his lower lip at her, pouting in the manner Melitta found adorable. "Fault lies with the Gods for making you so irresistible."
"Then we can blame them for both our corruption because I find you impossible to resist as well," she said as she came to stand before him.
He chuckled and leaned down for anther brief kiss. "A suitable explanation," he told her with a grin. "We leave for my appointment soon," he whispered against her lips. "I do not have much time left."
"I know," she replied. "I must go and help Domina prepare for the trip, but I wanted a moment of privacy to have words…" She brushed another kiss upon his lips. "Amongst other, more pleasurable things."
She motioned a hand towards his hair, which was a shaggy mess. "While I find this look extremely attractive, we should fix it. You do look like you've spent the last hour being uh…corrupted."
He laughed huskily. "And enjoying every moment of it," he said with a devilish wink.
Melitta rolled her eyes at him again before instructing him to sit on the edge of the bed, so she could help him braid his hair. He closed his eyes, nearly purring as she ran her hands through his long blond locks, combing her fingers through it before pulling it back from his face and working those strands into a single braid down the back of his head. When she was done she went to move away but he took hold of her slender wrist and pressed a kiss into her hand.
He stood and gazed down at her, cupping her face in his hands. "Gratitude," he told her gently, stroking her soft skin with his thumbs.
"It was nothing, Gannicus, just a simple braid."
"No," he said quite seriously. "For loving me, Melitta. I never believed such a thing was possible for me. But what I feel for you…" He swallowed thickly. "It causes knees to weaken and leaves me breathless."
Melitta blinked back the sudden rush of tears his words caused. Words she would have never thought would leave his mouth for any woman. Much less her.
"I stand as weak. You are not alone in your breathlessness. I feel it too." She leaned into him and settled her mouth upon his once again; the kiss was poignant because they knew it would be the last until they could find another moment together. "I should go," she said pulling away.
He nodded solemnly. "Yes. It would not do for you to be caught here." He gave her one last deep kiss before letting her go. He did not want to. "Perhaps you could get away later tonight?"
Gannicus already missed her and she had not even left. He wanted to give her his gift, he just needed to find proper vessel to hold the sand.
"I shall try," she promised. "We may have to wait until the games begin when there will be more activity around the domus and your mistress will be occupied much of her time."
"Yes. Octavia will have to join her husband at the Circus each day while I do not." He grinned. "Lucretia naps during the day does she not?"
"She does," Melitta confirmed, her eyes dancing with excitement.
Gannicus wriggled his brows. "Sounds like perfect time for visit if you were to ask me."
He pulled her into his arms for one final goodbye. "I love you," he whispered hoarsely. He leaned his forehead against hers. "Always you. Only you."
"As I love you." Melitta ran her thumb along his succulent bottom lip.
He hugged her tightly for a moment before placing her at arm's distance. "You should go before you are discovered."
"I will try and get away again soon," she told him, before making her way from the small villa without being seen.
Gannicus was no longer throwing things after she left, in fact he was grinning from ear to ear.
*8*
Palatine Hill: Courtyard of Octavia's domus
The two extra-large sellas carrying the Romans into the city were waiting for Octavia and her guests at the front entrance to the domus when the Batiatus party arrived. One had a gleaming back finish and was decorated inside with gold and purple curtains, furnishings and pillows. The other sella was a bright and shiny white with a gold and blue interior design; each litter was built for more than one passenger and had eight slaves assigned to carry the large conveyance.
Batiatus, Lucretia and Gaia were to ride in the white sella, while Octavia rode in the black one with Gannicus. The gladiator had complained of being carried in the contraption like a Roman but had lost that argument in much of the same fashion as he had every other one regarding Octavia spoiling him, and with a roll of his eyes, Gannicus climbed aboard the luxurious litter next to his mistress and awkwardly reclined against the pillows as he waited for the eight burly male slaves to pick the conveyance up and cart it into the city.
"I feel fucking ridiculous being carried in such a manner, Octavia," he grumbled.
Octavia immediately drew the deep purple curtains of the vehicle, enclosing her and Gannicus in a cocoon of privacy. "You shall become accustomed to it in no time my love," she said, as she poured them a glass of wine, sprinkling a bit of opium into her own before handing Gannicus his cup.
He raised a brow at her using the drug so early in the day but kept his thoughts to himself as he felt the sella rise. "I do not see it so," he sighed, taking a large swallow of his wine, but made no further comment. He knew it was useless to argue a moot point with the woman.
Under the combined muscle of the eight burly slaves, the sella moved along at a quicker pace than Gannicus would have believed. As they made their way down Palatine hill and into the city's main market center, he peeked out the curtain, fascinated with the huge, opulent grandeur of Rome and its architecture. It was far larger than Capua and the blonde gladiator was enthralled, especially when from the higher vantage point of the hill, he spotted what he believed was the Circus Maximus. "Is that the Circus?" he asked, pointing to what looked like an oval track with grandstand seating.
Octavia leaned over him to look out his window. "It is," she confirmed.
From his viewpoint he could tell the structure was massive. "How are the people on the other end supposed to see contest?"
"Claudius is arranging to have the Circus divided into three separate sections and for much of the festival each section will have its own entertainment, including the gladiatorial games. That is why I had Batiatus bring your fellow gladiators. They will be in the Primus in the other two sections down from you. You will be in the Primus of the Imperial Box section."
He nodded. "It is incredible," he breathed, finishing off his wine.
Octavia did the same and then set their cups aside. She took hold of his chin and turned his head. "As are you," she whispered and leaned forward to kiss him.
Their lips met and Gannicus closed his eyes and allowed her to press him backwards onto the plush bed under him. She cupped his jaw as her tongue pushed into his mouth and he buried his hands in her hair, mindful of her pins this time, and deepened the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth and dueling with hers. Octavia moaned softly, and he could hear the sounds of the city getting closer when she pushed his tunic from his shoulders, her hands roaming his naked chest eagerly. And when she climbed on top of him and began to unfasten his pants, he turned mind towards pleasing her, despite the sella moving closer and closer to the public square with only a curtain separating them from the Roman streets.
*8*
Inside the other litter, Gaia and Lucretia were excitedly talking about the shopping at Trajan's Market.
"Will I have enough coin to shop?" Lucretia asked, turning her blue eyes upon her husband.
He could not deny her anything. With a gregarious smile, Batiatus handed Lucretia a large purse and told her to spend whatever she desired. "Tomorrow night is Gannicus' coena libera. Buy you and Gaia something spectacularly dazzling to wear," he said with a smirk. "We will be introduced to the crème of Roman society and I would have you both appear as Goddess' to further our cause."
Lucretia peered inside the heavy purse and gasped. "Quintus, there must be several hundred denarii in here! Are you certain I am to spend as freely as I choose?"
"I am certain, wife. Aurelius gave me the coin this morning for both our travel, as well as the fee for Gannicus. And Octavia gave me another purse for her personal desires regarding my champion." He put his hands behind his head and leaned back, his smirk turning to cocky grin. "Coin is practically dripping from ass. I say spend it before it turns to shit!"
Gaia and Lucretia giggled, both were in a marvelous mood after their "massages" and were gleeful at the freedom to spend freely the entirety of the rather substantial purse he had given.
*8*
Octavia collapsed on his sweaty chest, her breathing harsh and ragged. "Gods, you are amazing."
Gannicus took a deep, shuddering breath, waiting for his racing heart to steady itself. He could not reply. He hated that his body responded so easily to hers. He did not want to enjoy fucking her as he did, but he could not deny Octavia was a magnificent partner, especially with his body so vigorously sated. The intensity of their sex confused him because he did not love the woman as he loved Melitta, but he found great pleasure fucking her. It made him feel guilty and he hated himself just a bit for enjoying her so much.
She noted his expression ad questioned him on it. "You scowl as if you did not find your peak." He was still inside her body, and she clenched her muscles around him again, causing his eyes to widen. She chuckled. "Since I can feel your release inside me, I ask what brings you such discontent after experiencing such pleasurable end?"
He could not speak of what was truly bothering him, so he broached a topic that had kept him awake the night previously. "My mind wanders to opening day tomorrow. I have never ridden in a chariot. What if I fall and make a fool of myself?"
Her brows shot up. He had never mentioned being nervous before. "This concerns you?"
He nodded. "I lay awake last night imagining all the ways your display of Apollo's contest against the snake could go terribly wrong. Me falling from chariot being the most pressing concern," he admitted.
She leaned down and brushed a kiss on his lips. "I would not have your mind troubled with such thoughts. I will have a chariot delivered to the domus by this afternoon, so you may become accustomed to it." She stroked his brow, wanting to ease his frown. "Will that see scowl removed?"
His eyes widened at her offer. "Why do you treat me so well?" The question was out of his mouth before he gave it true thought.
They were entering the city. She eased off his body, giving a slight shrug as she began to right her robes. "I am in love with you. Making you happy pleases me."
He pulled his pants up, his mind weighed down with guilt. He was playing with her heart, a dangerous thing, and for the first time, Gannicus actually felt guilty for leading her to believe he had feelings for her besides lust.
"Gratitude," he said softly. He wrapped a hand around her neck and drew her in for a kiss. "You are a beautiful, generous woman. I do not deserve your love." He told her quite seriously.
"Nonsense," she returned. "You bring me great joy, Gannicus." She took a quick glance out the curtain. "We have arrived. Best we make ourselves presentable. It would not do to fall out of the sella absent robes," she told with a wicked little grin. Her eyes widened comically. "Imagine the scandal."
Gannicus shook his head at her teasing, but her playful mood was infectious, and he found himself grinning at her as they hurried to right their clothing. When they were presentable again, Octavia signaled to her slaves that she was ready to exit.
*8*
Trajan's Market: The Main Square
The party paused in the white marble square as they discussed who was going where. Gaia and Lucretia wanted to browse the Basilica Ulpia, the upper level of Trajan's that housed the shops that catered to the patrician class were located. There were Rome's most prominent wig makers, most of whom used real human hair for their wigs, along with several garment shops where fitted tunicas, outer stolas and pallas made from the finest Egyptian cotton or decadent Chinese silk could be found.
Batiatus and Octavia had the appointment with Ettinius for Gannicus, which was on the lower level of the marketplace.
"Gannicus' appointment should take two to three hours," Octavia said. "Shall we meet on the western portico afterwards for midday meal?"
"Will you not be joining us in shopping?" Gaia asked, a small pout marring her face.
Octavia chuckled. She leaned forward and brushed a kiss on Gaia's lips. "I must attend his appointment, but afterwards I will most happy to return and shop. Corinthia, you recall Corinthia, do you not, Gaia?" The brunette nodded, and Octavia went on. "Well she told me just the other day that Khan, on the fourth level, just received a new shipment of Chinese silk and the man has dyed it purple for stolas. I simply must order some before we leave."
They agreed to meet on the upper deck of the western portico by the food forums.
Gannicus watched as Gaia and Lucretia left with their body slaves and two other male slaves as escort. His eyes tracked Melitta longingly for several moments before he realized what he was doing and quickly looked away, lest Octavia catch him and have a jealous tantrum.
After Gaia and Lucretia left for shopping, Batiatus, Octavia, their slaves and escorts along with Gannicus, all headed for Ettinius' large work shop where Gannicus would have his sitting for the sculptor's initial sketches.
Ettinius' storefront was made nearly entirely of various colors of marble. The floor was a pristine white marble with black veins running through it. Along the wall was a large counter made of Egyptian serpentine green, with flecks of gold within the deep hunters green. There were several chairs for customers to sit, all carved from an exquisite rose marble from Sparta. The shop was expensively decorated and obviously catered to the patrician class.
The sculptor however, still looked like the slave he used to be. He was a small man, shorter than Gannicus by several inches with silver hair, dark brown eyes and a wizened expression that bespoke his many years squinting in concentration at his work. He was dressed in a woolen tunic that was a drab grey. When one looked at the elegance of his shop as opposed to his dreary appearance, it was apparent he cared more for his shops appearance than he did his own. However, he was a boisterous man who waved his hands a lot when he spoke, and when Octavia said she would be commissioning a bust as well as the full-bodied nude his hands went wild with excitement. Gannicus was not surprised at the manner with which the man bowed and scraped, kissing Octavia's arse. After getting a good look at the woman's domus this morn, it was apparent her husband practically shit Roman coin and Claudius obviously gave her free reign to spend it as well. The gladiator was certain Octavia's business alone would see the sculptor well satisfied for months if not more.
While Batiatus and Octavia discussed his appointment with the wizened little scupture, Gannicus wandered around the man's shop looking at his work. The Celt was unsure what to expect since he had no knowledge of art or what was supposedly excellent craftmanship; however, he was pleasantly surprised when he laid gaze on the man's work for the first time. The quality of Ettinius' efforts was obvious as Gannicus came upon a partial nude stone portrait of a beautiful woman in rich red robes that hung around her waist, exposing her full breasts and tiny waist. The portrait's raven colored locks curled around her slender shoulders and the blue eyes appeared as if they were sparkling with vitality. The woman who posed for the portrait must have been breathtaking; the sculpture was eerily life like and Gannicus found himself studying it intently, awkwardly aroused yet apprehensive as it dawned on him that soon his face and form would be realistically displayed in similar fashion.
Hearing Batiatus calling his name drew his attention away from the stunning sculpture he was studying. With one last look, he slowly made his way back to where the nobles awaited him.
*8*
On a road by the Tiber river just outside the capital.
The tall Roman legionnaire held up a hand, signaling the troupe of twelve riders behind him to stop as another horse approached them at a rapid pace. It as one of the legionnaire's foot soldiers.
"Imperator, we have a problem," the man said when he caught up to his commander. "The wheel on the carpentum has cracked again."
"Jupiter's hanging cock, man! What the fuck do you mean the wheel is broken?" the Imperator snarled.
"Cracked sir. It's about half a kilometer back. We'll have to stop to repair it."
The General cursed as he wheeled his mount around and rode off in the direction they had just come. His troupe immediately set to following behind their Imperator. When the commander reached the broken wagon, he leaped down from the large, deep chested bay mount he was riding and strode towards the broken-down carriage, removing the bronze plumed galea from his head as he did so. He was a large man, blonde and dressed in full military regalia. From the luxurious material of his red cape, the expensive chainmail lorica plumata he sported covering his chest, as well as the bronze helmet he wore, rather than the iron of most soldiers, it was obvious the blond was a man of tremendous wealth as well as rank.
The foot soldier standing near the carpentum with the cracked wheel came to attention as the general approached. "Sir," he said, putting his fist to his chest.
"Did I not tell you to purchase a new wheel in that last town?" the imperator asked, setting aside his red plumed helmet.
"The blacksmith did not have a wheel available, sir. We repaired it," the foot soldier explained, wincing at the look of anger on his commander's face.
"Repaired it. Not replaced. Eh?" Lucius Severus questioned in a deadly soft voice, one perfect blonde brow arched. He smirked as the soldier cowered under his green-eyed stare. Lucius was born into privilege, had risen quickly in the Roman Legions, serving as a right hand to Sulla himself, therefore, when he gave an order, he expected his will to be carried out, no matter what.
The man nodded hesitantly.
"How far are we from Rome?" Lucius asked.
"Less than a kilometer sir," was the reply
"Then I suggest you get off your arse and repair that fucking wheel again because if I am forced to camp one more night with the likes of you when my bed and all the cunt I could want is less than a kilometer away, I feel I might be forced to dole out punishments." He chuckled cruelly when the man gulped audibly. "How attached are you to the flesh upon your back, soldier?"
"Very sir," the soldier replied.
"If you want to keep it pristine, I suggest you fix the fucking wheel and quickly. Yes?"
The soldier placed his fist over his chest in salute. "Yes Imperator." And immediately called a few other soldiers over to help repair the cracked wheel.
"You have one hour," Lucius added, as he made his way to the door of the carpentum and opened it. He ducked his head in through the doorway, smirking at the pretty blonde woman inside. "Cecilia, dear cousin, it appears we've hit a bit of a snag," he told her, his green eyes roaming his young cousin's form. His full lips curled into a lascivious leer at her apprehensive glance. "However, shall we entertain ourselves?"
Cecilia Octavia Severus's cornflower blue eyes widened, and she leaned back in her seat, her lush mouth turned down in a moue of distaste. "Lucius, please…" she said, holding up a pale hand as if to ward him off.
He ignored her and climbed inside, shutting the door behind him. "Blame the soldiers outside, I was more than willing to wait until we arrived at the city to have our next uh…talk."
The young woman's cerulean eyes filled with tears. "Why are you doing this?"
He unpinned his cape and tossed it on the seat across from him. "Don't fall to hysterics you stupid cunt. It's not as if I am going to fuck you. You are my charge. You will stay a virgin while in my care," he said with a sneer as he leaned back in the padded seat. "Senator Gracchus is expecting a virgin to wife. If I took that, it would lessen your value and lower the price I will get for you from Gracchus or one of your other suitors." He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her across the seat until she was right next to him. "No, sweet Cecelia, I don't need or want your cunt," he whispered evilly, "just your mouth…"
*8*
So yeah…that happened. Sorry. Lucius is not a nice man. In fact, he is quite the pig! Since this chapter was a lot of smut…haha…I might post again before next IVM Monday. ;) Hope everyone liked some Gannicus and Melitta time. They have not had a lot of alone time, so I just could not help myself. (Gannicus insisted and I cannot say no to him!) ;)
Reviews are love my friends. :)
Footnote: Trajan's Market was a massive six leveled complex located off the Via dei Fori Imperiali. It was named after Emperor Marcus Plpius Traianus AKA Trajan after it was built in approximately 100 to 110 AD. It is largely known as the world's first shopping mall. Technically, it was not present in Rome during the time frame of Spartacus, but I have taken creative icensing here and chose to use it in my story.
