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 63: ubi amor, ibi dolor: where there is love, there is pain
Aurelius Domus: Gladiator Lodging: Gannicus' cubiculum
The guest domus where the gladiators were being kept was relatively quiet, except for the sounds that could be heard coming from the largest of the bedrooms towards the back of the domus. If one listened, it was obvious two people were coming together, finding pleasure in each other's body...
Inside Gannicus' room, the afternoon sun coming through the window cast their bodies in a golden glow as they made love. Melitta was on top, riding him, as Gannicus held her hips and guided her movements upon his shaft. His eyes were fastened to the visual of his cock sliding in and out of her, while Melitta had her head thrown back, hands buried in her own hair, moaning as the familiar spasms signaling release began to pulse through her. She bit her lip, shuddering as he moved her upon his cock faster and faster until ecstasy exploded within.
"Gods Gannicus!" she cried, leaning back, her hands gripping his muscular thighs while waves of intense ecstasy washed over her. He sat up and wrapped a hand around her nape and pulled her to him for a kiss while she rode her orgasm to glorious end.
Once Melitta had found her bliss, Gannicus quickly flipped them over, so he was on top. The speed of the movement caused her to gasp and cling to him as he began to thrust into her hard and fast, seeking his own climax now that she'd found hers. It did not take long, and within moments, Gannicus was throwing his blonde head back, eyes closed and groaning in pleasure as his orgasm hit him.
"Aaaahhh," he panted as he rolled off Melitta with a deep growl of satisfaction. He collapsed next to her on the bed, his naked body glistening with perspiration, as his muscled chest heaved from their exertions. "I have worked up less sweat in a day's training at the Ludus," he teased, running a hand through his damp hair and pulling it back from his face. "I would have wine." He reached across Melitta's nude form to grab the amphora of Falernian wine he always seemed to have nearby.
Melitta laughed softly as she sat up in his bed and put a pillow behind her back for comfort. "When would you not have wine?" She noted his endless supply. "Perhaps you have too much."
"Hold tongue," he replied, pouring them both a cup. "Every day is perfect time for drink." He placed a pillow at his back as well and leaned back, his grin firmly in place as he took a long drink of said wine. "Ah, the Gods have truly blessed me this day," he announced, pulling her to him so that she reclined against his chest. He placed a lingering kiss to her temple. "To have you in my arms for an entire day..." He gave her another tender kiss. "I could truly die a happy man."
"Do not jest of dying, Gannicus," Melitta chastised as she leaned into him and stretched out her legs.
He opened his mouth to tease her, caught sight of her expression and decided against it. "I will not die, Melitta. What I feel for you staggers mind. Knowing your heart is mine as well..." He stroked her face with his knuckle. "Nothing shall take me from your embrace."
She curled into him, content. They had made love nearly all day, yet she still desired to be next to him, to feel his naked body against to hers, allowing mind to dream of a day when it could always be like this. "I stand the same," she replied, sliding her foot along his muscular calf. "I shall hold dear memory of this day when I am absent loving arms to hold me close." She gave him a soft, loving kiss.
"It is not over yet, Melitta," he said, tightening his arms around her as if he was to keep her.
Gannicus was suddenly reminded of his gift for her. "In fact," he said, his excitement rising as he extricated himself from their entangled limbs. "I have surprise..."
Melitta's brow shot up. "Surprise? And what kind of surprise do you have?"
His answer was a mysterious smile. Naked, he padded across the room to a chest located upon the wall next to a closet that Octavia had told him must remain locked due to its contents. He had not given it any thought since he had no interest in what she kept within her closet. He opened the top drawer of the chest and underneath the overabundance of tunics he now possessed, he located what he had hidden there. He gave her an enigmatic smile over his shoulder as he pulled out a small piece of pale lilac palla. He'd had to use his sword to cut it into a small square of fabric from the garment Octavia had given him to hold his gift. Considering the silken wrap she had provided him that night had been over ten feet long, it seemed excessive for such a small bit of sand. His grin was boyish as he carried his small bundle back to the bed, holding it in both hands, cradling it.
His smile was not his usual cocky grin. This expression held something more, and Melitta was thoroughly intrigued. "What have you got there?"
He got back in bed and resumed position next to her. "Close eyes," he told her, grinning from ear to ear.
His demeanor had her captivated; she followed instruction and closed eyes.
Gannicus took her hands and placed the silky bundle into her palm, he placed her other hand atop it and then held her hands within his so that she did not accidentally drop it and spill the sand.
"Open eyes," he murmured into her ear, causing her to shiver.
Melitta opened her eyes as Gannicus removed his hands, and she set gaze to what she now held. A small frown marred her brow. "Gannicus, what is this?"
He opened the cloth to present the soft white sand to her. "This is sand from the coast of Iberia," he told her, his gaze adoring. "Since I cannot bring you back to your homeland..." Yet, he added silently. "I wanted to present a small part of your homeland to you."
Melitta's big brown eyes flooded with tears at the thoughtfulness of his gift. If she ever had any doubts regarding the intensity or sincerity of his affections, this was proof of true emotion. "Gannicus, I..." she whispered, so touched by his gift, her throat seized.
He saw her tears and misunderstood reason behind them. "Apologies," he said brusquely. "I should have realized this might stir hurtful memories. It was not my intent." He went to remove the scrap of silk from her grasp.
Melitta's reaction was immediate. "No!" she cried, clutching his gift to her breast. "You misunderstand," she hurriedly told him. "My tears are not based in sadness." His expression lightened at her words, but he remained silent as she went on. "I am overwhelmed by loving gesture." She cupped his jaw with her free hand, rubbing her thumb along his bottom lip. "I have never received a gift that held more meaning. It is beautiful, Gannicus," she whispered and brushed his lips with hers in a kiss that was more poignant than passionate. "You are beautiful. Gratitude."
Gannicus wiped a tear from her face. "Then you are pleased?" he asked, his expression hopeful.
Her smile was radiant. "More than pleased." She carefully refolded the silky fabric. "I shall cherish this gift, and when I hold it in hand, I shall feel your love within."
His face lit up and he gave her that huge, charming grin that made him look like a lad, not the deadly gladiator he was. "As I shall hold dear this memory of you gazing at me with love in your eyes." He picked up his glass of wine. "You are my purpose."
Melitta found herself enchanted. "I am in love with you," she told him as she set the folded cloth containing her gift on the table beside his bed for safe keeping.
Gannicus never grew tired of hearing her say that. "As I am with you," he replied, taking her hand in his and kissing it.
She sat up, face serious as if she had made up her mind about something. "I must speak with Batiatus."
He paused mid drink. "Huh?" He frowned at the sudden change in her mood. "Why? What words would you break with the man?"
"I will ask him to set aside my marriage."
Gannicus's jaw hung slack, and he about dropped his wine. "Melitta! You cannot do that."
Her eyes went wide at his reply. "I had thought this decision would please you."
He paused and reiterated before she misunderstood words. "That you choose me makes heart soar. I have dreamed you would do so..." He paused, shaking his head. "But to set aside your marriage would cause bloodshed within the Ludus. People would die." He took her hand in his. "Oenomaus would die, Melitta. Setting aside your marriage would force hand, and he would try and end me."
Melitta shivered. Recalling how they had spoken of such a thing many times years past. It was one of her greatest fears.
His face was deadly serious. "I would end him first," he told her, no hint of his grin present. "I would take apart the Shadow of Death himself to have you by my side," he said very quietly. "I have betrayed a man I love, and if forced, I would kill him. I do not wish it so." He put a finger under her chin and tipped it up. You could not miss the tears there. "Nor do you."
Her head fell forward, and she cried softly. Gannicus held her as she sobbed. There were no words, so he just rubbed her back and whispered his love for her until her tears subsided.
Finally, she pulled back, wiping her eyes and running her fingers through her tangled locks. "Your words, I would bend to their logic, and yet, I cannot imagine living in that Ludus, seeing you every day, and yet be denied your touch." She raised her head and met his eyes. "I cannot do it, Gannicus. I cannot return to the life I lived before. I simply cannot."
Gannicus completely understood. He felt her sentiment in exacting way. While he could not change circumstance presently, he did have plan to better her life, Diona's and Kleos'. He gathered her into his arms and decided now was time to include Melitta in his plans. "What if I had another way," he told her, leaning back onto his pillow, and pulling her up into his lap to cradle her against his chest.
Melitta wiped the last of her tears away. "I would say break words and explain meaning," she demanded, tilting her head back so she could see his face.
He grinned at the reappearance of her spirit. "Then by all means, allow me to remind you of conversation I had with Batiatus, the night he caught us..." He wagged his brows at her suggestively, "examining ourselves in my new looking glass."
She blushed at the memory and rolled her eyes at him, but she was smiling. "Are you never of a serious note?"
He gave her his standard answer to that question. "Upon occasion," he replied and handed her a cup of wine. "Allow me to explain..."
Rome: Circus Maximus:
The skyline above Rome was turning a beautiful mixture of purples and oranges when opening day ceremonies officially ended. It had been a long enjoyable day and the pomp and ceremonies throughout the day's event went splendidly. It was nearing the evenings cena and the group leaving Aurelius' pulvinus were debating eating from a thermopolium (1) or waiting until they had each reached their respective city domus' to have the evening meal.
"I must confess to being starved," Gaia said, smiling up at her companion, batting her lashes. "The delicacies served during events today soothed some desires, but I find I am still famished," she told Vettia, without doubt, aware of how her words could be misconstrued for double meaning.
Magnus Vettia returned her smile in kind. "That cannot be allowed to continue," he purred. "I would see hunger sated in whatever manner desired."
Rolling her eyes at the double entendre going on between Gaia and Vettia, Octavia looped her arm though Claudius' and looked to Batiatus, who due to Lucretia taking ill, was single for the day. "Batiatus," she said as they meandered through the throngs of people who were still in attendance at the end of the day. "I have scheduled another appointment for Gannicus with Ettinius in two days' time. He will have the molds we pressed on the first appointment completed by then, so we can view them and decide which shall be used and which shall be discarded."
Batiatus grinned. "I've long wanted to commemorate Gannicus in stone. He will be in attendance."
"Gratitude," she said, stifling a yawn. The blonde flushed to the roots of her coifed head.
Gaia laughed. "Tavia, I have to say that must be a first. You, feeling the lure of Morpheus while yet speaking of... gladiators." She very nearly said Gannicus, and only last minute amended words. "Never would I have believed such a thing."
Relieved Gaia had not said 'your' gladiator, Octavia giggled. "Proof that today has been terribly long, I'm afraid I too am feeling the effects of our lack of proper meal."
Claudius spotted a small food stand inside the stadium, next to the arches. There was a man there selling fresh roasted almonds, hazelnuts and walnuts topped with honey. He was roasting the nuts before a crowd gathered to watch and selling small bags of the snack to his audience.
The consul of Rome was infamous for having a taste for sweets. "We must try a bag of those," he said to the group and before Octavia could say yay or nay, he was making his way to the vendor.
The group followed; the smell of roasted nuts was powerful lure.
When it was their turn to order, Claudius generously bought a bag for everyone. "We shall take five bags."
Octavia shook her head. "Claudius, we can share..." she started, but he held up a hand stopping her.
He turned to Octavia, took her hand in his, and with dramatic flair, he brought it to his lips and gave the smooth knuckle an outrageously loud kiss. "My love, you are my treasure. The heart of my heart, and I would battle Medusa herself for you, but I do not share my sweets," he said with a wink.
The group, including Octavia laughed. "Five bags it is then," she said, rolling her eyes at her husband's antics.
Claudius turned to Batiatus. "Shall I purchase a bag for Lucretia? Do you think she will feel well enough?"
Gaia, speaking up for Lucretia before Quintus could, nodded her dark head. "Truth told, the only one who loves sweets more than Lucretia, is you Claudius."
He laughed. "Then let us get two more bags," he said to the man, purchasing the last of the man's supply.
The vendor's tired, old face broke into a smile "Gratitude consul. I will be home early tonight and in far more successful circumstance. My wife thanks you as well," the elderly citizen said.
"It is I who is grateful," Claudius said and tipped the man very generously. "Be here each day and I will purchase whatever you have left at the end of the day for the remainder of the festival."
The man's eyes widened both at the offer and at the tip he had in hand. "I am humbled and honored consul."
"Two more bags?" Octavia asked, brow raised. "Lucretia is one person. Who is the second bag for?" The blonde Roman smirked. "As if I did not know," she told her husband. Claudius' smile was unrepentant as he handed everyone their bags, giving Batiatus two, while keeping two in his hand for himself, thus proving her right. She took her bag and gave him a teasing glance. "Perhaps now you shall forgo trip to the kitchens for early morning snack, yes?"
The handsome Roman consul chuckled. "Perhaps...but I cannot give promise." He popped a hazelnut into his mouth and groaned with pleasure. "Sweet Venus! These are truly a marvel!"
The other nobles tried their treats as well and echoes of Claudius' groan was heard from all.
Batiatus tucked Lucretia's bag into the leather satchel he had strapped around his waist. Gaia jokingly reminded him it had better find way to Lucretia, not Quintus' own mouth.
Quintus chuckled. "I shall hand feed them to her myself."
Octavia looked to her husband with a grin. "I am eternally grateful you insisted I get my own. These are delicious."
Claudius ate another. "They truly are," he said, munching on the treat. He winked at the vendor cheerfully. "Fuck waiting until the end of the day! I shall purchase your entire supply upon arrival!"
His announcement brought about a round of laughter from this group.
The vendor bowed yet again, and thanked Claudius for his generosity. "It is said you are a man for the people of Rome. I see rumors spawn from truth. You are a good man, consul. I shall be sure to cast my vote next election."
Claudius gave a genuine smile of affection. "Gratitude," he told the man, obviously pleased at the praise, as well as the promise of his vote.
They moved away from the man's stand and slowly made their way through the arches to the exits of the stadium. Upon exiting, the group decided to eat at one of the many large thermopoliums located next to the Circus Maximus in the bustling marketplace of the (2) Forum Palatino, the bazaar that catered to the Patrician class.
Octavia pointed to the Ristorante da Pancrazio (3). "I have heard it said Marcus Gavius Apicius (4) has expressed glowing reviews for this establishment."
"The man knows his food," Vettia interjected.
Gaia chuckled. "And it shows."
Octavia gave her a sidelong look. "Perhaps he is merely big boned?"
Vettia and Batiatus chuckled at both comments.
Claudius rolled his eyes at their conversation. "Let us not shame the man for his love of food," he said, chastising the lot of them. "I care not about Apicius' size, nor does my stomach. The man does know good food. Let us give his choice a try."
The group agreed and entered the ristorante. Once Inside, they were led to a large and very long marble counter where various foods were on display to be chosen and placed on a tray that the customer brought with them to their table. They perused their choices with great relish. They offered exotic foods such as grilled ostrich or a customer could have a heartier meal of venison stew served with a thick slice of bread slathered with garlic and olive oil and baked. There was also focaccia bread baked with cheese, olives and vegetable toppings, boiled eggs, stuffed dormice, sausage with onions and peppers, roasted pheasant, grilled asparagus and mushrooms, sautéed artichoke hearts as well as a variety of fruits and legumes were all placed upon the counter to be ordered and eaten within the establishment, or one could have their food wrapped to be taken home.
There was a wide assortment of food, and the nobles went down the counter, pointing to dishes they wanted to try while their slaves carried the trays of food chosen.
Gaia called Octavia over to the far side of the massive counter of foods. "Look," she pointed to a man behind the counter frying filets in olive oil. "They have filetti di baccalà," (5), she told the blonde. "If memory serves, this is a favorite of yours, yes?"
Octavia licked her lips, the lure of the fried cod street food dish made mouth water. "If made correctly, yes, it is."
Claudius came to stand behind her. He smiled at the man behind the counter. The cook placed six filets he had just finished into a basket to drain. Claudius pointed to the basket. "We shall have four, two apiece."
Octavia opened her mouth to argue that two filets of cod was more than she could eat, but her stomach took the opportunity to growl at her in that moment, reminding her she was indeed hungry. She burst into laughter. "Two it is."
Trailing behind the Nobles in his party, Batiatus thoroughly enjoyed the wide array of foods. Many of them offered were unavailable in Capua, so he piled his tray high exotic foods such as grilled ostrich, pheasant baked in honey, the focaccia bread topped with cheese, olives and vegetables. Along with these dishes from Rome, he added familiar items he had always enjoyed, legumes such as chickpeas, lentils and fava beans as well as grilled sausage with onions and peppers.
Gaia took note of his tray. "You must have your kitchen slave at the Ludus learn to make the focaccia bread. It is divine."
"You gaze upon my very thoughts," he said with a smile, signaling for his man to put another piece of the loaded focaccia on his tray.
Vettia returned to their group, absent his slave and his tray of food. "I have secured seating for us in the courtyard," he said, leading the group to the outside seating area where he had set the slaves the task of assembling a large table be set up for their party.
Vettia waved a hand at the table and padded benches pulled up for seating. "It is not a luxurious triclinium, but it shall suffice," he told his dining companions.
"Magnus, you are a dear," Gaia gushed, allowing him to escort her to a seat he had next to his own of course.
Quintus watched Gaia sauntering away with Vettia. Octavia paused next to him. "It appears you may be minus a guest when you return to Capua."
He nodded. "The woman has set sights upon Vettia, and she is a force of nature known to blow many a man to her course. I am certain he shall fall to her charms."
"As am I," Octavia agreed. "Although, I cannot say I am disagreeable to the match. Vettia is an important man. One can only see it as boon if Gaia were to marry such a man, yes?"
"I am in agreement, yet Lucretia will mourn Gaia not returning with us to Capua."
They began walking to their table, followed by their slaves and their trays of food. "Speaking of returning to Capua. I would have words later, regarding when you would return."
Batiatus' brow raised. "What are your thoughts on the matter?"
Octavia paused and lowered voice. "I would see you stay in Rome awhile longer..." She gave a dainty shrug, maintaining proper facade in public. "Vettia is only the first. There are many influential people yet to set eyes on your champion. You would have use of our villa of course. If that would be something you could see your way to doing."
She did not come forth and say it, but Batiatus knew the whys of her request. Gannicus.
He nodded. "That could easily be arranged. The Ludus in in the good hands of my father. There are no pressing matters for us in Capua. I see no reason to rush back when Rome offers so many opportunities." Batiatus grinned, more time in Rome meant meeting more people like Senator Magnus Vettia. It would also allow time for Gannicus to secure more matches in the capital.
Octavia smiled. "Then we are of a similar mind on the matter."
"We are," Batiatus agreed.
"Good. Let us discuss terms later," she said as they neared their table.
Meaning in private. "We shall, till then," Quintus said, grinning widely at this new turn of events.
Once seated, they ate, drank wine and chatted about the days ahead for the Apollinares, what event would headline each day, etc... Talk eventually returned to Gannicus and his showing earlier in the day.
"When he leaped from the chariot..." Gaia fanned herself. "Quintus I was certain your man was about to find himself broken and bloody upon the sands, absent sword."
Octavia agreed. "Heart seized in chest," she said, her hand going to her heart as memory made it race again. "He is reckless, but he moves the crowd like no other I've seen and more than a few have stood before me upon the sands."
"That he does." Vettia saluted Batiatus with his wine. "Your man is a charmer," he said to the Lanista. "He would be perfect to appear in my Primus during the week of Saturnalia."
Mention of the Ludi Saturnalia (6) caused Claudius to turn to Vettia, his brows furrowed as he heard Vettia propose Gannicus for his Primus. "December is a way off, Magnus. Octavia and I have events planned for Saturnalia that would include Gannicus as well." Aurelius, ever the statesmen poured Vettia some more wine, topping off his cup with a smile. "Before we set events in stone, let us put our heads together, so we do not schedule our events for the same day."
Vettia agreed wholeheartedly. "I would never dream of it. I am aware any event hosted by "The Severus"," he teased, "will outshine my meager affair tenfold. If we held our events on same day, I might convince a citizen or two to stay, but only if they were unaware of your gala or lost!"
Laughter followed his outrageous comments, but there was some truth there. Octavia was a far better hostess and invitations to her events were in high demand. It was agreed the men would schedule their games for different days to ensure Gannicus could make appearance on each occasion.
Batiatus positively beamed under the interest in his Champion. If things worked out, Gannicus would be in the Ludi Apollinare this week. The Ludi Romani in September, and the Ludi Saturnalia in December. And that is only be the beginning! Batiatus barely kept his glee in check. It appeared Gannicus could possibly have events scheduled in Rome for the rest of the year. He may not return to Capua for months.
Since overbearing father had returned to seize back control of the Ludus, Quintus favored the idea of remaining in Rome. Fuck the Ludus and Capua! He had Gannicus and Rome.
The nobles continued to eat and drink, and talk turned to politics, Quintus Sertorius, the Sertorian War and the man's use of guerrilla warfare tactics to best several prominent Roman generals and commanders. (7)
Aurelius Domus: Gladiator Lodging:
Twilight was casting shadows in the room as they began their goodbyes. Their time was at an end, and Gannicus was having difficult time letting her go. He hugged her tightly, burying his face into her hair at the side of her neck. "I do not want to see you from my arms," he murmured.
"Nor I," Melitta replied, leaning up to kiss his lips. "If I could stay..." She shook her head to still such foolish thoughts. She could not. "I shall dream of your touch." She held up the folded lilac silk containing the sand of her homeland. "Gratitude for my gift," she told him softly. "I shall cherish it and the memory of your smile when you presented it to me."
"There are many things I shall cherish this day..." he grinned wolfishly. "Mmmmm. The memory of your thighs wrapped around my head and my tongue-"
"Gannicus!" She interrupted licentious words and rolled her eyes at him. He was unrepentant and if anything, his grin widened. "I must go," she said regretfully.
That saw grin removed. He slid his arm around her waist and pulled her to him. "Dream of me tonight," he whispered and kissed her.
"I always do," she returned.
They embraced. He cupped her face in his palms. "I shall apply myself to convincing Octavia I want to stay in Rome."
Melitta nodded. "It is for the best. No matter that I detest thoughts of you inside that woman..." She paused and made a face to which Gannicus took her in his arms. She hugged him back but pulled away to finish thought. "It is for the best. Staying in Rome is preferable to returning to Capua." She rubbed her thumb along his lip. "We have freedom here that is impossible at the Ludus. I would see us keep it and make use of it."
He wrapped his arm around her waist and yanked her to him. "I shall have one last taste of your lips to see me through this night." Melitta's arms encircled his neck as he lowered his head and kissed her deeply. They both moaned and let their kiss deepen for several moments before letting go. Melitta's hands went to his shoulders and with a sound of regret, Gannicus raised his head, licking his lips to savor her taste.
"I shall earn my freedom, Melitta and I shall purchase yours and Kleos and Diona's as well." His forehead rested against hers for a moment. "It is that which gives me strength of purpose."
She gave him a small smile. "I will offer my prayers to the Gods as well."
They shared one last kiss before Melitta hurried from the domus lest she get caught.
Gannicus' fists clenched by his sides. He hated seeing her go, but he had the memory of this day and that made heart soar. Sadly, he knew he had to bathe and rinse Melitta's touch from his body. If Octavia chose to visit him this night, it would not do to have his lover's scent on his cock! Gannicus gathered his soap and drying towel to return to the baths. He opened his door and froze, jaw dropping in stunned confusion to find a beautiful young blonde, the petite one who was with Octavia's brother just days ago, standing before him, arm raised as if poised to knock upon his door.
It was debatable who was more surprised, Gannicus or Cecilia, and the dual expressions of shock both wore was comical.
Gannicus recovered first. He took in her richly colored robes. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" he demanded, utterly surprised to see a girl of noble birth within his quarters. When Cecilia did not immediately respond. Gannicus' brows drew down in suspicion. "Break words girl. Why are you in a gladiator's lodging?"
Terrified now that she was face to face with him, Cecilia decided best defense would be a fierce offense, so she went on the attack. "You dare question me, slave?" Her chin lifted, and she did her best to stare him down, but she could not pull off the haughty Roman bitch look quite yet.
Especially with Gannicus, considering he was currently fucking the queen Roman bitch and had relatively tamed her. He smirked. "I dare." He took a step towards her. "Let us start with simple question. Who are you?" he asked crowding her.
Cecilia gasped and took a step back. "What are you doing?"
"That question is better suited to you," he murmured and took another step, getting up close to the girl. So close if he wanted, he could reach out and grab her.
Cecilia's face flushed hot, and with a squeak, she fled, courage failing her when he did not react as expected.
Gannicus' watched the girl flee as if Pluto was hot on heels, ready to drag the girl off to Tartarus to meet the Furies!
"Jupiter's fucking cock!" he muttered, shaking his head at this turn of events. "Perhaps too much freedom is granted here."
But then Gannicus thought of Melitta and their day. And how they were hoping for many more to come if they stayed in Rome instead of returning to Capua and the Ludus. No, he decided. Freedom here was perfect. It was the Romans that staggered fucking mind! He gathered his toiletries to bathe and headed for the bathing pool, still curious over who his visitor had been. He was certain he would find out soon enough. Hopefully, disclosure would not be followed by accusation hurled like Jupiter's bolts regarding his behavior. He should not have pressed the girl. She was Roman. Despite Octavia's favor, he still stood as slave. His actions could bear unfortunate consequence.
"Fuck!" Gannicus growled as he dropped his linen wrap and stepped into the pool, angry at the situation, as well as the foolish girl who came to see gladiators up close. There was naught he could do about it presently, so he struck the entire affair from thought as he regretfully washed his love's scent from his body...
Aurelius Domus:
By the time the group, minus Vettia, had returned home to the Aurelius compound, it was late. Their party had ended up spending several hours at the Ristorante da Pancrazio, eating and drinking wine.
Claudius had excused himself to go to his tablinum while Batiatus left to find Lucretia. Octavia and Gaia were left alone as they paused in the atrium.
"I am to bed," Gaia said, stifling a yawn. She brushed a kiss along Octavia's cheek. "Gratitude for most enjoyable day," the brunette said. "I shall see you at jentaculum."
Octavia nodded. "Will you be joining us for tomorrow's events?" the blonde asked. "I invited Vettia to attend...and Varis," she added with a smirk and a twinkle in her green eyes.
Gaia giggled. "Why you, schemer," she cried. "You invited them both, yet again?"
Octavia shrugged. "Varis' attention spurred Vettia's. I would inspire further incentive."
Gaia took Octavia's hands in hers. "You are too good to me." The brunette paused, debating on broaching subject, then decided she would have air cleared. "Tavia, if you have a moment? I would have words, regarding Lucius."
Octavia's face immediately changed. Her beautiful features became guarded and filled with distaste. "There is none required, Gaia," she told her old friend. "I know what my beast of a brother did to you." She cupped Gaia's cheek in her palm. "Trust words. I know."
Gaia wrapped her arms around Octavia. "It appears horrid fears are in fact truths," she said softly. "I offer sincerest apologies, Tavia."
Octavia pulled back, wiping a tear from her eye. "Gratitude Gaia, but it was long ago. He only torments me with words now."
They shared a look between them, both survivors.
"One day he shall pay," Octavia said quietly.
Gaia took her hand and squeezed. "As all men who lack humanity do. At the end of a sword."
"At the end of a sword?!" Octavia suddenly grinned. "I had no idea the heart of a gladiatrix beat within your breast, Gaia!"
The brunette squealed with laughter. "I would be a glorious gladiator." She took Octavia's hand. "I would charm the crowds..." Gaia could see Octavia glancing towards the peristylium and beyond, towards where her gladiator awaited. "But I do not see myself as charming as your Celt," she said. She kissed Octavia's cheek. "Go. See yourself satisfied."
"Gaia, I did not—"
Gaia was not having it. "Nonsense. I am not offended," she told her. "The heart wants what it wants. I would see yours filled with joy, Tavia. To mend rift torn by foolish hands."
"There is no rift, dearest friend. Wound has been healed," Octavia whispered, kissing Gaia's mouth gently. When she pulled back, her smile was glorious. "Gratitude. Tell Claudius..."
"I shall tell him you are presently occupied. He will understand." Gaia gave her a little push. "Now go, Gannicus and that fucking charming grin of his awaits."
Octavia nodded, before turning to her body slave. "Anya, fall to your bed. I shall attend myself for the rest of the evening."
Anya bowed her dark head. "Gratitude Domina." She was smiling as she headed towards the slave quarters located in the lower level of the Aurelius domus.
Octavia smiled at her friend. "Gratitude for your support in my desires, Gaia. I realize they are not to everyone's tastes, but you have kept mind free from judgement and I stand grateful."
"You have more than my support." Gaia hugged the blonde. "You have my love and loyalty. Lucretia's as well, even if she does not always understand your choices, she will support you. Trust words."
Octavia returned the hug for a moment before stepping back. "You are dearest friends." She gave Gaia a wicked smile. "As much as I enjoy your company, lure of my lover's cock is proving difficult to resist."
"Go," Gaia said, turning Octavia and aiming her at the doors leading to the peristylium. "Fuck that handsome Celt once for me since I shall never know that glorious cock!"
"Have you an interest in Gannicus?"
Fearing her friend was about to let loose her infamous temper, Gaia held out her hands in supplication. "Octavia, I meant it only in jest..."
The blonde shook her head. "You mistake meaning. I am not angered; I am asking in a serious note. Would you like to fuck him, Gaia? As in you and I fucking him together?"
Gaia's answer was a quite visible motion of squeezing her thighs together at the very mention of such a thing.
"I see the idea hold appeal," Octavia said. "I shall arrange it."
Gaia was stunned. She was well acquainted with Octavia's jealousy regarding Gannicus. "Octavia, are you certain? I refuse to jeopardize our friendship over a man ever again."
Octavia nodded. "I am. But only you, Gaia."
"Why would you allow me such privilege?" She paused, and then reiterated. "I would be active participant and allowed to have his cock, yes?"
Octavia laughed, understanding friend's disbelief. "Yes. You will," she confirmed to Gaia's continued confusion, until the blonde's next words made it clear as glass. "Reason being, I know you will desire to fuck me with equal hunger, if not more, than you desire to fuck him. Therefore, I shall be the glorious sun of this threesome." She paused and then added. "And I am certain you will not lose heart to him, as many do; myself included."
"You are correct, I will never lose heart to a man so light of purse.," Gaia admitted with a giggle. "Truth told. My desire for you is vast, yet I must confess to moistening at the very thought of fucking you and your alluring gladiator." The brunette Roman hesitated. "I must ask again, Tavia... are you certain? Once done, this cannot be undone, and I value your friendship above any cock, even a remarkable one as Gannicus possesses."
Octavia leaned forward and kissed Gaia passionately, her tongue mingling and mating with the brunette's. Gaia moaned and kissed her back with lusty desire. Their kiss went on for several moments, when the blonde pulled back, both women were breathing hard. "I am certain. If shall make arrangement with Gannicus. It shall be exquisite! I shall ride his face benefitting from talented tongue, while you have his glorious cock, then we shall switch places and begin again."
Gaia bit her lip, excitement racing through her veins. "Tavia, do not tease me. You are truly offering me a threesome with you and your gladiator?"
"I am. Now, speaking of my alluring gladiator. Apologies, but I cannot wait a moment longer to set gaze upon him." Octavia hugged Gaia and pressed one last, lingering kiss to her friend's lips. "I shall organize an interlude for us with Gannicus. I have it on good authority he much enjoys the company of more than one woman when fucking."
Gaia laughed. "Before he became your lover, I have witnessed three, and even once, four women leaving his cell after a night's romp!"
"Four women, you say?" Gaia nodded and Octavia licked her lips and grinned. "Why that naughty man," she said. "I truly must go. I have strong urge to have him lay hands upon me."
Gaia agreed. She understood Octavia's hunger. She now had one of her own thanks to Octavia's suggestion. "Go, see your gladiator and have your itch scratched."
Her excitement was palpable. "We shall have discussion later," Octavia said, and with one last sultry look at Gaia, she practically flew down the walkway towards the outdoor peristylium. In moments she was through the double doors and gone, carried on winged feet to see her incredibly masculine gladiator.
Gaia sighed. She would fall to bed and relieve herself of the ache between thighs that Octavia had left her with, but first... she made her way to Claudius' tablinum, where she would find gentle way to explain loving wife's absence.
Aurelius Villa" Cecilia's cubiculum
Cecilia sat before a grand looking glass on a padded seat as Livia took the pins from her hair. The young blond had just finished explaining to Livia what had transpired earlier within Gannicus' cubiculum.
"Cala! Have you lost all sense?"
"Nothing happened, Livia," the young Roman told her. "To my shame I fled when he came near me." She let out a long sigh. "I am still intact."
Considering Cecilia sounded disappointed in the fact, Livia shook her head at her reckless mistress, unable to comprehend her logic. "What seized brain to do such a thing!"
Cecilia lowered gaze. "I had desire to speak with the man," she said by way of explanation.
The brunette Syrian slave rolled her eyes. "Sweet Venus, save us from fools!" she snapped, exasperation plain in her voice. Livia plucked another bejeweled pin from Cecilia's blonde hair and put it back into the golden pin container. "To what purpose? Did you think you had but to ask and Gannicus would simply forget he is a slave and plant cock in you, a woman of noble birth?"
"He did not treat me as woman, Livia" she said, lower lip pouting. "He called me girl, as if I were a child!"
Livia's eyes widened. "This is what has you sulking?" she asked, struggling to pull yet another stubborn pin free; the hair fastener was nearly as dogged in its determination as her mistress. "It is sheer luck the man did not throw you upon bed and take what was so foolishly offered, Cala!" Livia shook her head, using a tortoise shell comb to help untangle Cecilia's hair. "You should be begging Minerva's blessing that Octavia did not catch you, not pouting because he declined offer!"
"There was no offer. He did not appear open at all to possible bargain between us," Cecilia complained, wincing when Livia tugged on her hair, yet failed to remove the tricky pin.
"Blessed be, he apparently has some sense!" Livia blew out a frustrated breath, both for her mistress' tenacity and the dastardly pin that was caught in Cala's hair. "Going into his quarters was beyond foolish. It was impulsive and reckless, and childish!" Livia retorted, using a tortoise shell comb she finally managed to get the onery pin free. "It was only through the grace of Minerva that you did not return from his rooms absent virtue."
Cecilia sighed, dejectedly. "Minerva had naught to do with it. The man did not desire me."
There was not a doubt left, Cecilia was disheartened Gannicus had not relieved her of her maidenhead. Livia took her young mistress by the shoulders and shook her. "You must stop, Cala," she told her. "Think I do not see what you are about? I have known you all your life. You have set gaze upon this gladiator and soon you will be telling yourself that his cock is the only one that will suffice!" She shook her head at the young Roman. "Octavia will bear fangs and claws if you dare touch what belongs to her. Trust words."
She switched the fine-toothed tortoise shell comb for a larger toothed Ivory comb and began brushing Cecilia's hair. "What about the big handsome dark haired one that came back after ceremonies were complete."
"Which one?" Cecilia asked, not really enthused. "There is the one from Carthage, Barca, I believe the guards called him, he stands Hoplomachus."
Surprised at the interest Cala had obviously shown, Livia prodded her further. "And the other?" she asked.
Cecilia shrugged. "I have heard it said, he is from Egypt. Duratius he is called, and he stands as Secutor. He swings mighty hammer while sparring, but I would wager he uses the battle axe upon the sands."
There was a slight flush to Cecilia's cheeks when she mentioned Duratius and Livia noticed. She leaned forward to smile at her friend. "Aaah, I see you do have preference," she teased.
Cecilia set the box of pins down and turned away. "He is handsome, but not as handsome as the one named Gannicus, who fights in a most impressive style of Dimachaerus, meaning he wields dual swords as both offense and defense."
Cala's breathing had elevated by the end of her description of Gannicus' fighting style.
The pretty Syrian could not help but notice her mistress' physical reaction. Cecelia was moving toward dangerous thing, setting gaze on a man belonging to another. Livia rarely lost her temper with her friend and mistress, but in this, she had to make Cala see sense. She spun Cecilia about, so she faced her, and then slapped the beautiful young Roman across the face. "You have lost mind!" Livia hissed. "Best you find it and set purpose to another besides Gannicus or see Octavia turn against you when you need her most!"
Cecilia was Livia's Domina and, as such, she could have Livia stripped and lashed for putting hands to her, but they did not stand as such. They never had. Cecilia's father had given them freedom to be sisters, not slave and master.
Tears sprung to her eyes as Cecilia stared in open mouthed shock at the Syrian slave. "I am sorry, Livia," she murmured, realizing Livia must truly be upset to have acted so. "I know I should turn thoughts away from him and not give them voice..." Cecilia's face turned an alarming shade of red that matched the handprint, making it blend with the color of her face. "But after seeing him so rigorously exerting himself in all his glory." She began fanning herself. "I cannot forget what I saw, nor can I absent him from thoughts."
"Apologies as well." Livia sighed and brushed a kiss along Cecilia's cheek in atonement. "I have no wish to see frown upon brow, but you must try and strike him from thought," the pretty young slave said. "Set mind to which holds greatest concern. Is seducing Gannicus into ridding you of virtue of more importance than Octavia offering protection against Lucius and his schemes?" She hugged Cecilia and whispered softly. "Choose another, Cala. Or see plan fall to ruin when Octavia hears of it."
Gladiator's Lodgings:
Gannicus was sound asleep, at peace within the arms of Morpheus. He wore nothing but a pair of loose-fitting barbarian pants as he lay curled up on his side, breathing deep and even. He felt the soft touch of a hand upon his shoulder and reacted instinctively; reaching out with lightning-fast reflexes, he grabbed his late-night visitor and flipped them under him, so that he was pinning the culprit to his bed.
He had lit no candles, so his room within the gladiator's lodgings was dark as sin, he could not see who had entered his chamber. The softness of the person's flesh let it be known it was a woman. A part of him worried girl from earlier had found her courage and dared take even closer look at a gladiator!
It was her throaty moan that gave identity away.
"Octavia?" He was surprised and it showed in his voice. It was late. When she had failed to arrive earlier, he had assumed she was not coming for him this night. Why was she sneaking into room as if thief? He went to roll off her to light a candle, but she clung to him, keeping him in place on top of her.
"Please," she whimpered, spreading legs so that he rested between the cradle of her thighs. "I need you."
After his incredible day with Melitta, Gannicus worried he had nothing left to give, he had spilled cum so often this day, he was unsure if he could even rise to perform task. Of course that was before Octavia began to writhe under him, stroking his cock and calling him her "Dominus".
"Fuck!" he groaned and was, not too shockingly, hard within moments; he and Octavia were perfect match when fucking.
Yet he did not want to put cock to her this night. Heart and mind were filled with Melitta. It had been perfect day filled with love making and laughter; Gannicus did not want to blend memory of making love to Melitta with fucking Octavia. He wanted to rebel, even thought to give excuses as to why they could not fuck, but then he recalled the plan he and Melitta had devised to stay in Rome; he could not turn Octavia away. There was no choice in the matter, if he wanted Octavia to lead Batiatus toward extending stay, she must be well pleased with him. With a sigh, he put Melitta and his love for her back into the private special place he had within his heart and mind and set himself to task at hand.
He knew what she wanted.
"How badly do you need, slave?" he growled, ripping her robes from her body with perhaps a little more force than necessary. However, Octavia enjoyed him rough. As if to prove point, she practically wept with delight as he stripped her naked, leaving her trembling and vulnerable beneath him.
Gannicus took both her slender wrists in one hand and held them above her head, while his other slid between her thighs to test her readiness. Octavia bit her lip and turned her head away as his fingers slid inside her. She was dripping wet. It fucking pleased him to no end that, in this at least, he was always master to her slave.
A slow smile curled his lips. "What has assailed mind, slave, to cause such a flood between your sweet thighs?" He brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them into his mouth. "You taste...needy," he said. He slipped fingers back into her, coating his digits with her essence once again. "Taste," he demanded. "See how badly you desire what I offer."
Octavia tried to free her wrists, but Gannicus laughed and held tight. "You will stop struggling," he told her, and placed his fingers to her lips. "Sample the strength of your desire."
Octavia moaned as she complied, opening lips and allowing him to slide his fingers, soaked in her juices, into her mouth. She suckled them, even harder as their gazes locked; Gannicus groaned deep as he fucked her mouth with his fingers. "Fuck the Gods! I enjoy you like this," he breathed, unable to control his lust for her when she was submissive and needy. Something in the scenario excited him.
She again attempted to pull her wrists free from the hand holding them. He smiled at her efforts, her green eyes begged him to release her, but Gannicus shook his head no. Suddenly the gladiator's eyes darkened as a thought came to him. He had no idea if she would allow him to carry through with his idea, but he was going to make attempt.
"You will not move," he said in a tone that brooked no argument. "Are you clear to meaning, slave?"
Octavia's breathing was shallow, eyes dilated in delirious pleasure at how forceful he was being. Embracing their game, she nodded assent. "Yes Dominus," she whispered, breathlessly, "I understand."
He released her wrists, and she started to lower them. "Do not move!" he nearly shouted, causing Octavia to startle on the bed. Her eyes flew to his, and Gannicus hesitated... Had he gone too far? He watched her green eyes darken even further with excitement as she placed her wrists together and put them back over her head. A slow smile curled his lips. He had not.
"Apologies Dominus," she said softly, lowering gaze submissively.
Gannicus' cock responded, becoming even more invested in their game. He got from bed and retrieved the rest of the lilac palla that he had cut up to keep Melitta's sand in. He came to stand next to the bed, carrying the length of fabric. He ripped it in two. She gasped at the sound, but did not move, even when he took hold of one of her arms and tied her wrist to a corner of his bed frame. He took hold of her other wrist and tied it to the other corner of the bed frame.
He stood over her, a lusty smile curving his lips as he gazed at the picture she made lying there so submissively, naked and tied to his bed. "Jupiter's fucking cock!" he growled. He was hard as stone and more than ready to see task performed.
He pushed his pants down his slim hips, and kicked them off to the side, uncaring where they landed. He chuckled softly when her eyes landed on his imposing erection and remained focused on it. "You shall have it," he teased, taking hold of himself, and stroking his length. "Patience, slave," he murmured as he climbed upon the bed, running his hands along her restrained form, testing the ties that bound her, utterly fascinated that she had truly allowed him to tie her up.
Octavia writhed in her bonds. "Please!" she begged, digging her heels into his mattress and raising her hips, seeking his attentions.
He grabbed her ankles and tugged them, forcing her to lie flat on her back. He got to his knees between her legs, still holding her ankles. "Please what?" he growled, raising her ankles and spreading her legs wide, giving him perfect view of her moistened sex. He licked his lips. "Tell me what you want?"
Octavia could not refuse him anything. He had complete authority over her, and it thrilled her. "Please... fuck me, Dominus," she moaned, enjoying the game.
Gannicus had a weakness for her when she gave him control like this. Her words spurred him into action and within seconds, he was between her thighs, with her legs wrapped around his waist, giving her what she needed.
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(1) A thermopolium was a place of refreshment or fast-food restaurant in ancient Roman times. A snack bar where hot food was served.
(2) Forum Palatino is my own creation. There is no such place.
(3) Ristorante da Pancrazio dates to Ancient Roman Republic and Julius Ceasar times.
(4) Marcus Gavius Apicius was a wealthy Roman merchant in 1st century AD. He was one of the earliest foodies, and a cookbook, that still survives, was named after him. I played fast and loose with the time period.
(5) filetto di baccalà is a deep-fried salt cod dish that is supposedly one of the oldest street foods in Rome. I am using creative license here because I like to add factual things to the story.
(6) Ludi Saturnalia is a festival set during the month of December to honor the Saturn, God of agriculture and time. It begins on Dec. 17th and ends Dec. 24th. It is said that Christmas borrows some of its traditions from this festival.
(7) Quintus Sertorius waged war against the Roman Republic between 80BC to 72 BC called the Sertorian War. The conflict took place off the Iberian coast and the Roman Republic was fighting Sertorius in Hispania when Spartacus revolted in 73 BC. The Sertorian War and having to send legions of soldiers to fight Sertorius, is what kept Rome from focusing all its might upon Spartacus and the Third Serville War sooner.
A/N: Thank you so much to the people still reading and reviewing this fic. I truly appreciate it the readers letting me know what they think.