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 foul language and smut! If that is not your cup of tea, turn back now.

Pairings: There is multiple pairing in this story. Gannicus has more than one partner in this story. However, Gannicus/Melitta is my end game. If you are offended by multiple pairings of the characters, then this story is NOT for you.

If you are like me and just want Gannicus naked as often as possible, then read on. LOL

Chapter 61: deux ex machina: God from the machine

Circus Maximus: Charioteer Gate

Gannicus' driver, Sippicus, was not a large man, but years of handling a team of powerful horses had given the man a distinctive boost in upper body strength. In fact, his slender legs looked too thin to support the large torso of the man. His tunic and fasciae matched the black and gold colors of the chariot, and when he introduced himself, he was, according to himself, the greatest charioteer in all of Rome.

"With Sippicus at the reins, you shall have great showing and the public will rejoice!"

The gladiator gave a soft laugh; he could admire such a belief in oneself. For a gladiator, confidence could mean the difference between life or death, Gannicus supposed the same could be said for charioteers.

Sippicus began to expound on the vehicle. It was sleek, lightweight, vehicle made of ash wood, with elm wood wheels and spokes and bronze rims.

Gannicus shook his head at the details given. "I have no thought to purchase the thing," he quipped, but he did pause a moment to admire the craftmanship of the chariot or quadrigae, according to Sippicus, it was called such because it was pulled by four horses rather than two.

"It is built for speed," the man said, rubbing one end of his dark mustache between his thumb and index finger. "Look to my horses," he added with a wave of his arm towards the quartet of beautiful pure white horses. "The finest Arabian stock. My lead horse, Romulus, is a God, much like you are called. There stands no faster horse within the field. He will have us flying around the track as if we are graced with wings. I hope speed does not frighten you, gladiator."

Gannicus felt the first tingle of anticipation. "You will find no complaints from me. I face death every time I take the sand." The blonde grinned. "Go fast," he told the tall, slender charioteer.

Gannicus climbed aboard the contraption, jumping up and down a moment, testing its durability. It was springy, with much bounce, but it did not appear strong or sturdy. "Juno's cunt! My practice swords are made of denser wood." He cocked a brow at Sippicus. "Are you certain this thing will not fly apart as we take flight?"

The man rolled his eyes at Gannicus as he got into the carriage with the gladiator. "Sippicus has never backed down from challenge."

"I made no challenge, I merely asked question," Gannicus replied. He glanced down to the floorboard of the vehicle and discovered the damned lyre. "Fuck the Gods," he muttered under his breath. He had hoped to never have to make use of the instrument.

Sippicus chuckled. "The God is unhappy with his lyre?"

"The God says keep nose to fucking business," he shot back.

Along with the lyre was his bow and a quiver of arrows. He picked up the quiver and swung the leather cord holding it over his shoulder so that the arrows would be easily accessible upon his back. Conveniently, the heavy leather strap of the quiver held the pallium in place, so that it would stay draped over one shoulder as the chariot moved, maintaining the perfect Appolo visage. Lastly, he picked up the bow and the lyre as Octavia instructed it was called. However, as he stood there holding both, he frowned as dilemma presented itself. How the fuck was he to shoot arrow while holding both bow and lyre?

Answer was, he couldn't.

Gannicus' grin stretched wide, and he could not contain his soft laughter as he happily set the lyre down. If she was upset, he would simply explain he was absent choice. He had to kill the fucking serpent, did he not?

Finally, the trumpets blared signaling the Pompa Circensis onto the track was set to begin. Performers filed into place, awaiting the gates to open. There was an air of excitement surrounding them.

Sippicus held the reins in a firm grip, keeping the stomping horses relatively calm. "Are you prepared for the ride of a lifetime, gladiator?" he asked, smirking at Gannicus.

Gannicus took a deep breath. "I am ready."

All the gates swung open. "Do not fall," Sippicus taunted, before cracking the reins, "Romulus away!" he called out, and with that, the horses sprang forward, eager to run.

Startled as to the speed with which it moved Gannicus grabbed the golden rail of the vehicle for a moment to gain balance. And then, with heart pounding in chest, Gannicus made his very first entrance to the legendary Circus Maximus before a massive crowd that filled every available seat in the stadium; those who did not arrive early enough to find a seat were watching from adjacent hillsides.

Circus Maximus: Noble Pulvinus

Claudius quieted everyone. "Behold," he said, "The Pompa Circensis Apollinare." (1) He began to clap, and as if he had given signal, everyone else in the pulvinus began to clap as well.

Batiatus immediately followed suit. His eyes took in the huge procession of people making their way around the huge Circus Maximus stadium. There were at least a hundred people involved.

"Have you ever seen such a sight?" the lanista breathed.

Just then the procession made their way past the pulvinus. Those who led the procession were the dancers. They were both men and women, half nude, chests and breasts bared, wearing only a subligaria or a flowing, lightweight skirt made of scarves, that allowed the audience glimpses of the dancer's legs and what was between them as they danced; the garb was very revealing, but then again, that was the point. The dancers were to honor Venus and fertility, in the hope that all Roman children would be born healthy and in good standings with the Gods.

Next were the soldiers; those destined to serve in the infantry went on foot, those who had elevated status within the military rode on horseback, their squadrons arranged in divisions and companies, as if they were marching in formation off to war; this was done in order that strangers might see the beauty within the ranks and the imposing might of Rome. The military troops were followed by the dwarves, who were dressed in bright colored tunics. They performed acrobatics and juggled for the crowds. Others, dressed as lands conquered by Rome, offered comic relief to the seriousness of the Pompa Circensis by staging continuous attacks on full size artists dressed as Roman soldiers and were always promptly killed, often in silly, outrageous ways. Moral of story: Rome was a giant that always won.

After the satirical artists came the charioteers. The chariots were also brightly colored, and the charioteers wore outfits that matched the colors of their bigaes. The horses as well were adorned with ribbons of their team's colors braided into their manes and tails. Some charioteers' rode two-man bigaes with only two horses pulling them; while others, like Gannicus' chariot, were a quadrigae and yoked with four horses abreast.

At the front of the charioteers was Gannicus, dressed in his gold and white gear riding in the sleek black and gold chariot being pulled by the team gorgeous pure white horses. The gladiator stood proud; fist held aloft as if he were already triumphant in battle. His golden hair blew back as Sippico spurred Romulus and the team to go faster. The quadrigae flew around the track and many a woman in the audience was seen to swoon as the gladiator rode by; he was as beautiful as the God he was portraying.

The editor, announcing the performers within the procession came to Gannicus, introducing him to the masses. "And in honor of Apollo, House Aurelius gives you, Gannicus, a God of the Arena, to portray our most beloved God in storied battle dear to us all. He shall reenact the legend of Python versus Apollo at the sacred precinct and seat of Pythia, where Apollo defended and rescued the Delphic Oracle. (2)"

The crowd screamed its approval. Apollo was a popular and beloved God; and the gladiator portraying him inspired more than a few longing sighs from the women in the audience, as well as making the men feel as if the God was being honored in proper fashion by a gladiator to be feared and loved.

Sippicus snapped the reins and the team, fronted by Romulus, responded immediately. They sped up and set a brisk pace as they made the first lap around the entire stadium allowing everyone to get a viewing of the gladiator representing a most glorious God.

The roar of such a large crowd was incredible! It rumbled in his chest, their cries inspired, and Gannicus began to respond in kind to the masses, as he always did. He laughed and flirted with the women, roared and held up his arms to the men in the crowd, reminding them he was a man of blood and glory. In truth, Gannicus loved being in front of so many spectators. He thrived, rising to the occasion until he had the mob eating out of the palm of his hand.

Capua: Batiatus Ludus

Titus Batiatus had seen many things in his lifetime, but never had he seen a man of wealth and prominence go from position of importance, to less than a lanista mired in the piss and shit of a Ludus full of gladiators! Until Tullius. The man committed grave error by aggrieving the Severus woman and her husband, a fucking Roman Consul! Titus shook his head at Tullius' foolishness. One did not insult a man such as Claudius Aurelius and not expect there to be consequences. Magistrate Sextus had sent word that he required several men for the Ludi Saeculares (3). A festival that was held to honor the ending of one era and the beginning of another; such as the new arena bringing about a new era. Apparently, Good Vettius' Ludus, which was partially owned by Tullius, was no longer an acceptable option for gladiators. The mighty had indeed fallen. But one man's fall was another man's fortune. Titus was alike his son in one way... if opportunity falls into lap, it would be an affront to the Gods to see it be for naught.

"Oenomaus," the elder Dominus called from the balcony. "Allow the men to take respite in the shade for a moment. We have been delivered a boon and I would have words."

Oenomaus bowed his head. "Dominus." The big man cracked his whip. "Gladiators, attend." When the men were all standing before him, Oenomaus explained they were being blessed by their Dominus. "He gives you time to rest in the shade. Get drink. See yourselves refreshed. When I return, we shall resume training."

The men all cheered, happy smiles all around as they headed into the shade to get a drink of water and enjoy a surprising, and rare, moment of rest.

Oenomaus made his way into the villa. It was hard to be here and not look for his wife who used to be awaiting him with tender smile. Now he was absent her presence, her touch and her gentle words of wisdom and compassion. He missed her desperately and it seemed an age since she had been gone.

Upon entering Titus' tablinum, Oenomaus was pleased to find his Dominus in boisterous spirits. He had been so overwhelmed trying to restore ludus to proper path, his demeanor had been set to grim, or worse, angry. To see the man smiling made the Doctore smile as well.

"Sit, old friend," Titus said, producing an amphora of honeyed wine for the two of them. "Have drink and celebrate our rise from the ashes like phoenix of myth and lore!"

"Rise from the ashes?" The Doctore cocked a brow at the man as he took a seat. "I had not realized we had sunk to the pit," Oenomaus teased.

"We had," Titus said. "We had been relegated to games in Nola, instead of proper arena here in Capua."

"Do Crixus and Gnaeus not have matches in Sextus' games this week?" Oenomaus asked.

"They do," the elder Batiatus conformed. "Those were given under duress from the Magistrate. Not to be repeated," Titus said.

"If positions are not to be repeated. What are we celebrating, Dominus?" the big Doctore asked.

Titus gave his longtime friend and slave a crafty grin. "Apparently, they are to be repeated," he chortled. "And the House of Batiatus is now in perfect position to return to prominence once again, Oenomaus and I would celebrate."

Titus sounded like his brash, overconfident son, rather than reasonable lanista Oenomaus knew him to be. "How have we come upon such a boon?"

Titus poured them each a cup of wine before he reclined into his chair with a satisfied sigh. "Tullius has overstepped. He no longer holds authority here in Capua. Magistrate Sextus has banned Vettius' Ludus from the games indefinitely."

That caused Oenomaus to lean forward, interest peaked now. "Banned you say? Is it the Severus woman?"

Titus nodded. "Her husband more like, but we both know why she acted." The elder Batiatus smirked. "I may be old Oenomaus, but I'm not blind, nor am I a fool. I am well aware Tullius was behind the attack on Gannicus during harmless exhibition."

Oenomaus had strongly suspected as such. "But you broke words with the man after..."

Titus snorted. "Unlike my son, I keep my enemies before my eyes instead of behind back, knife in hand."

Oenomaus gave a wide grin. His faith in his Dominus restored. "Of course you do." He finally took a sip of the wine, feeling a genuine desire to celebrate the dog Tullius' loss of position within Capua.

Titus began to explain to Oenomaus the contract Sextus had sent over. "He wants four men. One to stand for House Batiatus in the Primus and the other three to—."

Oenomaus interrupted Titus when he suddenly realized a problem. "But Dominus, our best men are in Rome. Who will stand in the Primus?"

Titus nodded. "Yes, I realize Gannicus, Barca and Duratius will still be in Rome, but we cannot let opportunity slip grasp." Titus set his cup aside and leaned forward across his desk to meet his Doctore's obsidian gaze. "We have a month, my friend. Secular Games signify ending of one era and beginning of another. It shall be final Ludi to be held in old arena," Titus said. "Can you have four men ready to represent my House in a manner that will not see me holding cunt instead of cock?"

Oenomaus chuckled softly. "I believe I can make men of worth from base clay," the Doctore replied confidently.

"Who do you see as candidate for the Primus?"

Oenomaus was quick to reply. "Crixus stands as most worthy, depending on his performance in Sextus' games this week of course." Oenomaus took a sip of his wine. "Perhaps we should have competition to judge the rest of the men."

Titus' withered face broke into a wide grin. "Yes," he agreed. "A contest would allow clear understanding of each man's worth." The older man took a sip of his honeyed wine, still smiling. "See it done and let us judge who shall stand for the House of Batiatus while our Champion is in Rome."

"Your will, my hands," Oenomaus said, finishing off his wine and making move to rise.

Titus waved him back to his chair. "Stay a moment longer and share drink with a friend. I ask not as your Dominus, but as the man who saw you raised from wild thing to the man who stands before me. The most honorable man I have ever had privilege to know."

Oenomaus swallowed thickly at hearing such praise. "You honor me."

Titus chuckled. "I merely speak truth. Now sit..." he said and poured them each another glass of his favored honey wine. "And share with me my return to good health."

"I am pleased to see it so," Oenomaus said.

"As am I. Perhaps the Gods have truly blessed this House of late," Titus pondered. "Even I must give way and concede Quintus' manner of running this Ludus has achieved what I could not. A place in Rome." He sighed and gazed off into the distance for a moment. "Perhaps, I was too quick to cast scorn on a son who seeks only to elevate his House."

Choosing to keep silent, Oenomaus did not give voice to his belief that the younger Batiatus' manner of elevating this house might be a thing to keep in dust and shadows, not set prideful gaze upon. Look at Gannicus' situation. Yes, he found comfort, even love with the woman he had been forced to share cock with, and yet, the very act has set his brother to course of doomed love that will only bring him sorrow and pain. The Roman woman is not his to love, and Gannicus will find heart torn from chest when he is forced to reconcile himself to this fact. He would never have seen it so and he blamed Quintus Batiatus for setting Gannicus upon tragic path.

The big man sighed. "Perhaps, you and I can elevate this House as well by returning our men to places of prominence within the games here in Capua, and in the doing, we shall be a part of the dawning of a new era." Oenomaus saluted his Dominus with his cup of wine. "Proper showings in Magistrate Sextus' games shall see our men to prime positions when the new arena is finished, Dominus."

The elder Batiatus smiled. "Yes, I believe it so, but we must have good showing this week with Crixus and Gnaeus, as well as in the Ludi Saeculares. If we do not, I fear the only gladiator this House will be showing in the new arena will be Gannicus." Titus met his Doctore's eyes. "And while I now see what you have long said about the man. He is indeed a Champion worthy of my respect; I would have more of my men in future games."

"As would I," and with that Oenomaus stood. "Apologies Dominus, but I feel I will better serve you if I am training the men rather than tipping drink with cherished friend," he teased, lessening his decision to beg off overture of sharing wine and company. "If I only have a month to prepare the men, I would see every moment spent ensuring they define this House in manner that allows you to present cock, rather than cunt," he said with a grin.

Titus erupted in laughter. "On that note you are forgiven." He waved him towards the Ludus. "Go. See to the training and prepare the men for contest at the end of week, after Sextus' Apollo festival."

"I will see it done, Dominus,' the Doctore said before striding from the room, a man intent now that he was to purpose.

Rome: Circus Maximus.

The crowd cheered when Gannicus, driven by Sippicus, made their first lap around the entire track at a fast clip. The blonde gladiator's laughter could be heard loud and clear, and it was obvious he enjoyed the thrill of the horses flying around the track at a breakneck speed.

Thankfully, Gannicus had practiced shooting at moving targets because Sippicus did not stop the horses. "Can you hit target while we are in motion?" the charioteer asked.

"I can," Gannicus replied, relatively sure he could. "As long as we are not flying past target as we are now," he added with a grin.

"I will slow the team, but to stop would ruin presentation. Don't you agree? Apollo must fly like the wind and kill Python gloriously, should he not?" Sippicus said, grinning at the gladiator.

Gannicus laughed. He could admire the charioteer. The man obviously was a showman who loved the thrill of the event, much like himself. However, Gannicus was not nearly as proficient with the bow as he was his swords. "Perhaps, instead of Romulus flying, he can trot past target, ensuring I hit the fucking thing."

"A fast trot it is." Sippicus threw back his head and laughed, the sheer joy of riding obvious. He snapped the reins. "Heya Romulus!" he yelled, giving the reins another snap. The horses leapt forward, immediately responding to his command, without Sippicus ever touching the whip.

As they raced past the stage, a little faster than Gannicus would have liked, a replica of a temple had been erected and the big snake like creature Python was arranged in a display as if the creature was attacking the temple, mouth open to eat the Oracle. Thankfully, Gannicus managed to shoot the big serpent in the head on his first attempt, the paper head was torn open by a slave working the props behind the display, and ribbons of blood trailed out as if caused by the shot from the arrow; shouts of pleasure filled the air from the audience.

Sippicus congratulated Gannicus and sped up to take another lap, but Gannicus had other ideas... That small trail of blood was weak. Gannicus would have proper display. He wanted to make the mob chant for him. And, with that in mind, the agile gladiator tossed his quiver and pallium aside, grabbed his shield and suddenly vaulted over the edge the chariot midflight holding golden shield and dressed in nothing but the white and gold subligaria and his laurel.

As Capua's champion sailed through the air, like an avenging God, the people surged to their feet, their surprise and excitement caused the very air to burn!

Upon the pulvinus, Lucretia gripped her husband's arm, nails digging into flesh. "What's he doing Quintus?"

Gripping his chair in fear as his champion took life in hand to jump from speeding chariot, Quintus gritted jaw as he said a quick prayer to Jupiter to keep the reckless gladiator in one piece. "I have not a fucking clue," he bit out, eyes glued to Gannicus, who managed to land, roll and then was back on his feet, having lost only his laurel in the process, thankfully.

He did not hesitate but a moment, before he took off running towards either the stage or the pulvinus.

The crowd and the nobles seemed to hold breath...

From the back row a voice was clearly heard, "Perhaps the man is trying to escape, or he is attempting to kill us all as we sit and watch."

Already stressed, Batiatus nearly attacked Tullius himself for uttering such a thing, even more so when he noted the guards upon the pulvinus take hold of their swords. He was about to expound on where the man could place such accusations, when Octavia and Claudius began to laugh.

"He turns simple exhibition into adventure," Octavia murmured, the flush to her cheeks giving voice to the pleasure she felt.

"Shooting Python with arrow was too easy for our Apollo, he wants to manhandle the beast as well!" Claudius cheered.

Once the hosts approved, the rest of the pulvinus followed suit, "oohing and aaahing" as Gannicus seemed to grow wings on his feet he moved so fast across the track.

The crowd began to chant his name, and spurred on by the energy of the masses, Gannicus leapt upon the stage erected before the nobility and threw himself upon the painted paper beast, tackling it and making a show of wrestling it to the ground. He whacked the serpent in the head with his shield causing red ribbons of "blood" to explode. The people cheered even louder. Gannicus stood, his arm locked around the python's head and turned to the pulvinus. "I stand a gladiator," he yelled, "A true God of the Arena, and I would have you see blood!" He grabbed the creature's head in hands, "Rome, this is for you!" And with that, he twisted the python's huge head off, holding it aloft and causing the red ribbons of "blood" to fall from within the snake's head and land on Gannicus, spill across the stage, and litter the entire area around the Celtic gladiator.

It was a "blood bath" and despite it being fake blood, the mob jumped to their feet, their laughter and screams of Gannicus' name shook the stadium, so appreciative were they of the show the gladiator had given them. It was not the traditional manner Python of Delphi perished, but the twist Gannicus added had been unexpected, and the mob always appreciated unexpected blood, even when blood is simply ribbons of red.

Gannicus stood, still holding the serpent's head aloft. "My offering," he said and threw it off the stage it to land upon the sand before the pulvinus. "Presently," he added, cocky grin in place. "However, in the Primus of your games, I shall bathe the sand with true blood, and give proper offering to your House, to Rome and to the God I am representing."

And with that, he raised his arms in the air and roared, "Rrrrhhhaaa!" He spun about in a circle upon the elevated stage, inspiring the Roman public to scream even louder for him.

Seated within the pulvinus, the Nobles were just as elated as the commoners.

"Have you ever fucking seen the like?!" Batiatus crowed, unable to resist looking behind him to Tullius, who once again looked as if he had been handed a bag of shit and asked to chew. "Only my champion would have nerve to jump from fucking moving chariot and add dramatic finish to a tale as old as time itself!"

Octavia was fanning herself. "He has no equal, Batiatus," she said softly, her eyes drinking him in.

Standing behind the nobles, Melitta quietly watched him under her lashes, careful not to stare too long, lest she fall under the ever-watchful gaze of his mistress. She had nearly fainted when he jumped from that chariot. He was daring to the point of foolhardy at times. Thoughts of the blindfolded match came to mind. He had taken great risk that day. He did so again today. Melitta understood why he did what he did. The roar of the crowd could be addicting, she imagined. Gannicus was used to hearing it in most audacious fashion.

He could bring the masses to frenzied heights she had never seen. Thoughts returned to the simple exhibition that had turned to blood sport in Capua and how the audience lost mind during and afterward. She had truly never seen the like, and Melitta was no stranger to the festivals and games of the gladiator. As the wife of a champion, she had witnessed Oenomaus take to the sands many times, and yet, she had never witnessed anyone, her husband included, who could have the crowd eating from hand in the manner Gannicus did, and so effortlessly. And it was not just the women who adored him. That she could understand. He was a beautiful man, but the men in the audience favored the blonde gladiator nearly as loudly as the women.

He stirred emotions for certain, in both the crowd, as well as in herself. Melitta closed her eyes, the memory of his kiss still fresh in mind. She licked lips, as if she could still taste him there. With a soft sigh of resignation to having him absent from sight this night, Melitta stole one last look at her alluring lover before turning away and focusing on a spot off to the distance in attempt to clear mind of the not so pure thoughts that were presently assaulting brain.

After the twist, Claudius stood and began to clap, showing his appreciation. He looked to Batiatus. "Your man...he is of rare form. First appearance in Rome and look how the crowd take to him. Never have I witnessed a gladiator mesmerize the mob so effortlessly. Not even the great Flamma had the audience so completely in hand as your man, Batiatus." Claudius nodded. "I shall discuss procuring his services for the Ludi Romani."

"The Ludi Romani?" Quintus gulped. "It has long been a dream... I would be honored."

"It is your man that will honor the God of all Gods. Gannicus will take to the sand in tribute to Jupiter and Rome will be drenched in pleasure at the sight of him. Let me break words with Lucius on the matter and we will speak later with terms to be discussed."

"Gratitude," Quintus enthused. He sat back down next to Lucretia.

"The Romani?" she gushed softly.

"It is I who should be grateful, Batiatus," Aurelius said, his eyes drawn back to the blonde gladiator who was roaring for the crowd amidst shouts of adoration from the Roman public. He chuckled, glancing to his wife. "I can think of no Champion that would honor Jupiter like Gannicus."

"He is a marvel, is he not?" she said, her eyes riveted to the blonde gladiator in his near naked state. "Claudius you must get Lucius to agree."

He sat back down next to Octavia and took her hand in his. "Have I ever neglected to deliver fondest wish?"

She gazed up at his patrician face, so handsome. If he had desired her, she might have been happy with only him as lover... Octavia sighed. Alas, it was not to be. They did not have a traditional marriage, but they did adore each other. "No, you have not. Apologies," she told him and leaned over to place tender kiss on his cheek. "I have no doubt you shall bend surly brother to your will."

Claudius brought her hand to his lips, brushing a soft kiss upon her knuckle. "I would battle Jupiter himself if it meant a smile from you, my love."

Her smile was radiant. "Let us forgo such a feat, and put gaze instead towards another God, shall we?" she said, her eyes going to Gannicus. Octavia leaned in, whispering into her husband's ear, "perhaps you might find yourself rewarded by private viewing one night this week." Her hand landed on his thigh as her lips brushed his ear. "Have you ever witnessed a God fuck, my love?"

Claudius barely bit back the moan her antics created. His blue eyes darkened. "I have not, but I believe I would enjoy such a sight...very much," he added in a gruff whisper, holding the lust she had just invoked in him in check by sheer will.

Octavia giggled. Pleased she still had the power to get to him. "Then the Gods shall reward you," she told him. "Let me arrange and I will make it so for you," she whispered, nipping at his ear, before turning her attention back towards the Circus arena and Gannicus. The gladiator was moving away from the pulvinus, but still interacting with the Roman crowd. She licked her lips as she gazed upon his naked back, admiring the broad shoulders to the dip in his spine just before the curve of his buttocks. He was a glorious animal. The pulsing between her thighs brought realization she had not only aroused Claudius, but herself as well. Octavia blew out a frustrated breath, almost wishing the days' events were completed so she could put desirable plan into motion.

Further down the pulvinus, much like Aurelius, Batiatus' love for his wife knew no bounds, and as he took his wife's hand in his, he echoed his host's sentiment. "I too would battle Jupiter for your smile," he told her, sharing tender moment before he turned eyes once again towards Gannicus.

A woman in the crowd had just ripped open her robes to flash him her ridiculously large breasts. Gannicus blew the woman a kiss. "Venus has blessed you in abundance. Gratitude for sharing such wonders with me."

A Roman man in the crowd called out. "Gannicus, your match against Negrimus lasted nearly an hour. How long will it take to kill Argonaut?"

Gannicus turned towards the man. "Tell me your wager and I will make sure to end the man as close to the time as I can," he replied, causing members of the audience to chuckle.

"My wager was for twenty minutes," the man responded.

"Should have taken ten," Gannicus quipped, laughing along with much of the crowd as he hopped down from the stage. He continued making his way back towards the gates, stopping here and there to speak with a fan while the rest of the Pompa Circensis was now making its way around the track.

Quintus chortled at his gladiator's cheeky reply. "Look at them," he said, waving a hand towards the audience. "They fucking desire him. The women desire to fuck him. Men desire to be him. We have never had a champion such as him."

She resisted acknowledging Quintus was right because the gladiator's arrogance caused ire to rise, but Lucretia could no longer deny Gannicus' gifts. With a huffy sigh, she finally gave way to her husband's words. "You stand correct," she confessed, "even as I am loathe to admit it, he does arouse the public like none other."

Quintus looked to the heavens as if thanking the Gods. "Venus bless me, finally, fog lifts and vision clears!" Quintus was reminded of his earlier decision to offer his champion something he desired above all else; a moment with Melitta would go long way to lifting Gannicus' spirits, and after the showing he just gave, Quintus was of a mind that he deserved reward.

He leaned towards his wife to whisper into her ear. "See Melitta back to the villa and let her have time with Gannicus while Octavia is distracted here."

Lucretia's eyes widened. "To what purpose Quintus?"

He did not reply, but his eyes spoke volumes as to what his purpose was.

"You cannot mean to allow him—"

"Lucretia, do not break words that cannot be unbroken!" He inclined his head towards Octavia.

Realizing this was a conversation best had in privacy, Batiatus got to his feet and brought Lucretia to stand with him. "Apologies, we leave to stretch legs."

"Apologies," Lucretia echoed, going along with excuse, smiling with Quintus until they were out of ear shot of honored hosts. Removed from company, Lucretia pulled her arm from Quintus' grasp and turned to Melitta. "A moment, Melitta," she said, and her and Quintus moved a few steps away from the brunette slave.

"Quintus, I cannot send Melitta back to the domus absent escort. I would be forced to leave with her," she told him, a grimace distorting her beauty, as her distaste for all parts of this request was made evident.

Batiatus placed a lingering kiss on her hand. "I ask too much, I know this, but there is reason Lucretia. The man needs to have embers of hope stoked or see fire turn to ash. Hope removed. She is his heart's desire. See her to his arms and restore fire within his belly."

Lucretia snorted. "He appeared full to bursting just moments ago, boasting he would bathe sand in blood; he even gave timetable!"

Batiatus shrugged. "Ah, his natural state upon the sands. Trust words. He needs this boon."

"And what of your gladiators? Is it not unfortunate enough that Lucius Severus drug secret from shadow to light just days past. Would you have them bear witness to Gannicus fucking her absent order to do so?"

"Then the Gods have truly blessed us this day. Barca and Duratius stand here. Performers in Pompa Circensis as we speak. They shall be present for hours yet to come."

Having her excuses refuted caused her to pout. "Quintus, she does not belong with him."

He scoffed softly. "Then you best tell her that," he shot back. "She has sought him out as you well know."

Lucretia had no words to deny truth of Quintus' statement, so she tried a different tactic. "You would have me miss the opening day of the Ludi Apollinare, so your gladiator can put cock to my body slave?"

"Lucretia," Quintus said, "you know I would never dream of such a thing if it were not necessary. I fear if Gannicus is not reminded why he fights, hope will fade, and with it his burning desire to win." He cupped her face in hands. "I would wrest the moon from sky if you but asked, you know it to be so, but in this, I must ask that you swallow bitter resentment and complete task."

She sighed. "You truly believe it necessary?"

"I do. Gannicus is the wave we shall ride towards greater glory." His excitement was palpable. "His victories shall open doors to the Roman elite, perhaps to the very Senate of Rome herself!"

"The Senate?" Once, she might have laughed at the idea, but her husband was resourceful. She had no doubts Quintus could see it accomplished, so strong was his sense of purpose. "Very well. I shall beg off following ceremonies pleading upset stomach and see it done."

"Has a man ever had such a wife?" he asked, the love he had for her blazing in his eyes.

"It is I who stands blessed by Fortuna herself," she told him, the love she had for him just as obvious.

And with a soft kiss placed upon her husband's loving lips, Lucretia and Quintus returned to the pulvinus, where she gave a performance to rival Gannicus' as she pleaded illness, averted offers to leave with her, while making Gaia promise to give her all the details upon her return, until finally Lucretia left the stadium with Melitta in tow.

Capua: Batiatus Ludus:

Diona was smiling as she walked down the stairs that led from the villa to the Ludus. She was there for Kleos, her spirits were high thanks to Dominus giving permission for Oenomaus to continue training that Gannicus had been giving his son before he left. Kleos had been so excited last evening to begin his first day with Doctore, Diona had a difficult time getting the boy to fall asleep. She was eager to hear how his day went.

"I am to retrieve the boy, Kleos," she told the guard at the gate between the villa and the Ludus. The guard nodded and opened the gate for her. "Gratitude," the pretty brunette said as she entered the Ludus.

She was making her way towards the training yard when the Dacian gladiator Gnaeus stepped in front of her, blocking her path.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

His eyes roamed her face and form. "You are Gannicus' woman, yes?" He took a step closer to her.

Diona stepped back and then tried to maneuver around him, but he again stepped in front of her, not allowing her to move past him.

"Yes," she said, raising her chin. "I belong to Gannicus, so why do you block my path? I am here to retrieve his son from training. Best you step aside," she said brazenly, hoping he would just allow her to pass, but he did not.

Gnaeus frightened her. Diona had seen how the man treated the whores he bought. They always came back with ugly bruises and welts.

"Maybe Gnaeus wants to sample what Gannicus is eating," the shaven headed gladiator said, licking his lips as his eyes focused on her dress where Diona's thighs were and what was between them.

She had the urge to cover herself despite being dressed. The gladiator was a pig! "Touch me and Gannicus will make you pay," she warned, quite seriously. "He may not be here presently, but he will return, and he shall not be happy to hear you have bothered me."

"Will he return? Maybe Gannicus will fall in Rome," he said. "Then who will protect you pretty one?" He reached out and touched her cheek.

Diona flinched and took a quick step back and away from him and his hands. "It shall not be you, filthy animal!" she snapped, her anger overcoming her fear of the man.

Gnaeus snarled and grabbed her by her arm. "Let us see about that."

Just then Pietros was coming out of Barca's cell after feeding the birds and noticed what was happening between Gnaeus and Diona. He rushed over to them and shoved Gnaeus off her. "Touch her again and Doctore will hear how you are accosting Gannicus' woman, Gnaeus."

The Dacian growled. "Pretty boy comes to rescue pretty girl." His cold dark eyes went from Diona to Pietros before he chuckled. "You win," he said. "Today..." He blew a disgusting kiss at the two of them, and turned to leave, his threat hanging in the air, chilling both Diona and Pietros as they watched the scary gladiator walk away.

"We need to tell Doctore that he accosted you," Pietros said.

Diona suddenly hugged the young man; she was trembling. "Gratitude Pietros," she said. "If you had not come along..."

Pietros hugged her back. "You would have sliced him up like Dimachaerus with that sharp tongue of yours." He grinned. "It shall not be you, filthy animal!" He parroted, chuckling.

Diona flushed. "Tongue sometimes acts absent thought," she said. "He is frightening."

"I have thought to speak to him in such a manner, but I could not find my courage," he admitted.

"It was not courage, Pietros, it was anger," she said with a shrug. "Gannicus says I have a sharp tongue."

The young recruit nodded. "He is right, and you are my hero, Diona, whether it was courage or not. It was joy to see you taking that pig to task," he told her, smiling shyly. "Now..." He took her hand in his. "We must speak with Oenomaus."

Aurelius Domus: Atrium

It did not take long for Lucretia and Melitta to be returned to the Aurelius domus since most of Rome was at the Circus Maximus, the streets were unusually free of traffic, and their sella, carried by four overly large men, made very good time back to Palatine Hill.

As they entered the beautiful, two storied, open aired atrium they were greeted by Calia, Claudius' most trusted slave. The old woman's surprise at seeing them back from the festival already present upon her face.

"You return early," Calia asked, concern knitting her wrinkled brow.

Melitta smiled at her. "It was unavoidable. My Domina is suffering a stomach malady, I would ask for herbs to make a tonic to soothe her so that she may take to her bed."

Calia gave the beautiful brunette slave a comforting smile as she took Melitta's hand and squeezed it. "Strike worries from mind, Melitta. Honeyed cakes are not the only thing Haggitha prepares in her kitchen. She makes a miraculous herbal tea that relaxes and soothes. I shall have a pot delivered to your Domina's quarters."

The woman was a gift from Gods. "Gratitude Calia," Melitta said, returning the hand gesture; the warmth she held for the older woman evident in her big brown eyes.

Lucretia halted her when she made a move to follow the old woman into the kitchens. "Hold Melitta. I am not unwell. I merely used it as excuse to return us here," she told her slave quietly. Just then Aurelius' other house slave Iliana arrived, and Lucretia asked the girl to escort them to the triclinium instead. "And bring wine," she added.

Melitta followed her Domina, a puzzled frown marring her smooth brow. She did not understand purpose of leaving such an important event under the guise of illness, so she waited for her Domina to explain.

Once seated within the luxurious surroundings of Octavia's triclinium, Illiana bowed and promised to return with wine. Lucretia gazed at her slave for several long moments, so long, Melitta began to squirm. Finally, knowing she could put it off no longer, the auburn-haired Roman swallowed the bile that rose in her throat at her next words, and said, "See yourself bathed and... then present yourself to Gannicus when he returns from the stadium."

Melitta's beautiful brown eyes nearly popped from head. She must have misheard her Domina. Lucretia was the one woman who appeared immune to Gannicus and his charm; often it appeared she despised him. What purpose did her command serve? Unsure if she did indeed hear correctly, Melitta repeated request. "I am to bathe and see Gannicus?"

Lucretia gave a curt nod. "Yes."

Just then Illiana appeared with the promised amphora of wine and several glasses. She also had a small clay pot of the tea Calia had promised Melitta.

"Place it there, Illiana," Melitta instructed, pointing to a small table next to one of the dining couches when the girl seemed at a loss as to what to do with the tea.

The blonde slave gave Melitta a small smile as she placed the pot of tea aside. She picked up the amphora of wine instead and poured Lucretia a cup. Her eyes met Melitta's in puzzled frown, confused at Lucretia's desire for wine and herbal tea simultaneously. "Would there be anything else?" she asked.

"No. That is all. Gratitude," Melitta said, speaking for her Domina.

Illiana bowed her head and left the triclinium, leaving Melitta and Lucretia alone in the dining area.

Melitta's heart began to pound as she eyed the extra cups for wine. "Is there to be guests today?" she asked wearily, her thoughts turning to the times previously when her Domina has entertained guests. Perhaps, this is why she was to be bathed and presented. Were they to be put on display yet again?

Thankfully, Lucretia shook her head. "No. Your time is your own to do whatever it is you wish," she said, trying to maintain her smile.

Melitta's pulse skipped a beat. Was her Domina truly giving her permission to allow Gannicus to bed her? She needed clarity. "Whatever I wish?"

Lucretia's eyes narrowed and she let out a soft curse. "Yes Melitta. Whatever you wish," she snapped. "If you wish to suck his cock dry, you may. If you want his cock inside every hole you have, you have my permission. Is that clear enough?"

The words were clear as glass, however, the venom within tone was also unmistakable. Even if Melitta had not known her Domina well, and she did, it was blatantly obvious Lucretia was vexed. So, why was she doing this? Melitta could not see reason, but she was certain Batiatus had a hand in it. And, while thoughts of being able to spend afternoon making love to Gannicus enticed to no end, Melitta was more afraid of drawing Lucretia's wrath if she did not beg off request.

"I do not wish to anger you, Domina..." she began, worrying her bottom lip and wringing her hands.

Melitta was going to reject offer. Lucretia could not have that. It would ruin Quintus' plan, so she did as loving husband asked and swallowed bitter resentment. "Melitta, I am in a mood," Lucretia said. "Apologies." She then took a page out of her husband's repertoire, she poured another cup of wine and handed it her the beautiful slave, much to Melitta's surprise.

She warily took the offered cup. "Gratitude, Domina."

Lucretia took a seat on one of the three golden couches within the triclinium; she patted the space next to her. "Sit. I have question that I would see answered, in frank detail."

Melitta hesitantly took a seat, her cup of wine held before her in both hands. "Yes Domina?"

"Answer me this." Lucretia said, watching her body slave intensely. "If you had to choose this very day, this very moment, between Oenomaus, a man you have loved for years, or Gannicus. Who would you take to your bed and cherish as husband?"

Melitta drained her entire cup of wine and debated speaking false tongue. It was obvious Domina wanted to hear Oenomaus, even wording of question was designed towards such reply, but she was so very tired of speaking in half-truths and riddles. Finally, Melitta took a deep breath and just allowed the truth to flow free.

"Gannicus," she replied very softly, her eyes directed at her hands for several seconds, as she finally admitted to herself as well as Lucretia that she loved the blonde gladiator above all others. As if stone was lifted from chest, Melitta felt immeasurably lighter when she raised her dark-eyed gaze to meet Lucretia's shocked one, and repeated, "I would choose Gannicus, Domina.".

(1) According to Dionysius of Halicarnassus, Greek Historian 1st century BC, the Pompa Circensis was the procession and parade that proceeded the ceremonies of the Ludi Apollinares, as well as other Ludi festivals of meaning that were held in Rome at the Circus Maximus. The parade began at Capitoline Hill and traveled through the city and ended at Circus Maximus for the festivities.

(2) The Roman version of the Python of Delphi is basically the same as the Greek version, except they change the name from Dephi to Pythia. I have taken some license here and blended the versions.

(3) Ludi Saeculares is a public festival that dates to 509 BC. It signifies the ending of an era and the beginning of another. It can also be held to honor anniversaries. The Secular Games (as they were also called) generally lasted for 3 days, but for this story, I had the Ludi be a one-day event.

I hope everyone is still enjoying this. I am truly having fun writing it. It has become a much-needed diversion and maybe therapy for me as well. A way for me to remember my own love. Click that little review button and let me know what you all think.