In Veritas Memento

by tgjluvsbadboys

The story begins after "Missio" but veers into an A/R of GotA afterwards. In my version, Gannicus is not removed from the Vinalia by Titus & he does not lose to Crixus. Instead, Gannicus & Melitta face their feelings for each other as he becomes true champion of Capua & the House of Batiatus. *warnings* Much like the show, there is smut & foul language included in this story.

65. Chapter 65: comedamus et bibamus, cra

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 65: comedamus et bibamus, cras enim moriemur: let us eat and drink, for tomorrow we die

Rome: Basilica Aurelius

Gannicus thoroughly enjoyed his "last" meal. He had filled three plates of exotic foods and savored each of them immensely. The grilled ostrich had been delicious and appreciated as he had never tasted such a thing. Although the reason for eating the bird confounded. "Stamina needs no enhancement," he bragged to Octavia with a wink.

She rubbed her hand along his thigh. "It does not," she agreed.

When he had finally cleaned his last plate, Octavia leaned over to him. "Where do you put all that food?" She asked, and it was then, he noticed her voice was slurred.

Attributing the slurring of her words to overindulgence of wine, Gannicus paid it no heed. "It goes where it belongs," he told her, patting his belly, smiling at her. Smile faded however, as he noticed her eyes had that glazed, unfocused look he used to dread. He cursed softly under his breath as he realized she had taken opium. It had to have been before they left for the Forum because she had been by his side since they left the Aurelius' domus. He could not believe he had not recognized the signs earlier in the litter or during their meal. Then again, their trip to the city had been filled with pursuits other than speaking and he had her facing away from him most of the time. During his meal, he spent much of his time shoveling food in his mouth in his hurry to sample more of the enticing dishes he had never before tried.

Her usage of that dreaded narcotic, which could turn her into the cruel Roman bitch he detested, had been absent notice until now. He let out a sigh and reached for his wine, deciding he might need much more of it if she were under the influence. She had reduced her use greatly since the day he had been ordered to fuck Diona. In fact, since that day, he could think of only a time or two that she had imbibed. He had hoped she was through using the drug, obviously, he had been mistaken.

"I see you have decided to dabble with opium again this day."

His face showed his disapproval and Octavia pouted. "Do not chastise me. I will be good."

Her reaction was not what he had been expecting. He'd half expected an argument, instead she accepted his criticism with good humor. He decided not to turn it into battle. "Gratitude. It would be appreciated."

Moments after promising to be good, she was testing meaning of the word when she began to pet him publicly. "You look positively delectable," she told him, as her eyes roamed his body, licking her lips as if he were meal and she was starved. Her hand slid along his bicep. "Your flesh is so tanned and hard, and I adore you in this tunic." She ran a palm across the white linen tunic he wore. The tunic was bordered in golden thread and opened down the front, showing off his muscled chest where the lion's claw hung between his pectoral muscles. She took hold of the claw. "You are stunning." She gave it a tug as if to pull him forward.

"Octavia..." he warned, taking his pendant out of her grasp. "Cease your petting, or see our relationship brought to light in most spectacular manner."

She was not listening and her hand moved down his chest and belly to slip under the table to his thigh. "I want to eat you up," she breathed, slowly moving her hand higher until it was resting on his groin. She cupped him, squeezing his cock. "Gods, if I could, I'd crawl under this table and suck you off until I swallowed every drop!"

His cock leapt at her words and touch. Gannicus recalled his last coena when she pulled his cock from his pants and stroked him to orgasm right there upon the raised dais while the entire party was carrying on conversations around them. It had been a dangerous thing to do, and despite his body's interest, he had no desire to have that awkward event repeat itself, or far worse, if her words could be believed.

With a confidence borne of knowledge regarding her affections for him, he grabbed her hand, halting her attempt to get inside his pants. "I believe our definitions of good differ," he said in exasperation. When she began to frown, he eased voice to soothe her mood. "As much as I enjoy your hands on my cock, I would save our play for when we are not in full view of an ever-watchful public."

Her scowl turned into a much cuter pout. "But I am feeling naughty," she returned in a slurred whisper. "Are you certain you do not wish to play..." she leaned in so that her lips were quite close to his ear, "Dominus."

"You play with fire," he said in a soft growl, barely suppressing the shiver her words and breath upon ear caused. Gannicus shook his head no and told her to stop but was frustrated when his cock continued to harden under her hand, despite his desire to remain unaffected, traitorous thing.

Octavia felt his reaction and smirked. "It appears your cock sings a different tune than your mouth."

"I would see it silenced," he said, determined not to let her bring him to release in such a public venue yet again. Her actions were spurred on by the opium, so to gain her compliance, he added, "I shall play, but later." He took her hand, pressed it to his erection and whispered in her ear, "And trust words, when I get you naked upon your sheets, you shall pay for getting me in such a state, as well as challenging demand during trip to city. I promised you punishment later, did I not?" He reminded her, his voice rough with the rising lust she caused.

She swallowed thickly, her green eyes dilated further with both opium and desire. "Do you think it would cause scandal if we were to simply leave?"

He laughed softly and returned her hand to the table. "Patience. Your punishment shall come." He winked at her. "I must greet my public. Can I trust you to be good while I am gone?"

Octavia's eyes widened at the audacity of his statement, but then she giggled like a young girl, so enthralled was she of him. "How much trouble shall I be in if I say no?"

"Test theory and find out," he teased back, tucking a lock of her hair that had escaped her pins behind her ear. "You have presently earned a spanking at least. How much worse do you wish your punishment to be?"

Her eyes darkened at his words. She caught his hand and pressed a kiss to his palm. "Do not leave me for long."

He leaned in as if to kiss her but whispered in her ear instead. "I shall count the moments I am away from your side."

She flushed in pleasure at his words. "This slave is grateful Dominus," she said very quietly.

Gannicus had made to rise but paused and sat back down at her words. Once again, he had hardened at her calling him "Dominus" in that soft, submissive voice. He needed a moment to adjust himself so that, for the second time thanks to her, his erection was not straining pants and testing his will.

After a moment, he leaned in to her again. "You shall pay for that later as well," he told her huskily, before he left the dais and headed to where his brothers were gathered, meeting and greeting the adoring public.

*IVM*

Standing off to the side of the platform, behind Lucretia, Melitta had covertly watched him under her lashes during his meal. He looked so beautiful. Her gaze had continuously strayed to his alluring face and form as the night wore on, enjoying being able to observe him for such a long period of time without anyone, including him, aware of her gaze. And in the doing, she could not help but notice his interaction with the Roman woman. They flirted often and it made her heart ache to see him laughing with the woman he was forced to call lover. Or was he forced any longer? It was hard to tell from where she stood. Gannicus seemed to enjoy spending time with her.

Several times, they had their heads together throughout the meal, and at times, it appeared as if he might actually kiss her in public! It was shocking. Melitta had not missed the blonde's hand going beneath the table either. Nor had she missed Gannicus' reaction. Oh, he had stopped her, but she had witnessed the way he gritted his teeth, the subtle flaring of his nostrils, the curl of his lip as he spoke to the woman afterward. She knew these signs well. He was aroused. At one point he even tucked her hair behind ear in a gesture not coerced, it was almost...loving. Was he becoming attached to the woman, Octavia? Melitta grimaced slightly at both her name and the thought that Gannicus could care for the Roman. The woman had shown herself to be quite cruel. How could he be so flirtatious with that creature?

Melitta hated the feeling of jealousy that overwhelmed her. She knew Gannicus loved her. She also knew he had no choice when it came to sharing Octavia's bed, but to see him being so playful with the bitch who had once ordered them to fuck like dogs; it turned stomach! Her worried eyes followed him as he made his way over to where Barca and Duratius were talking to a large group of citizens. He had not quite arrived at his destination, when suddenly, as if he felt her gaze upon him, he turned, and their eyes met. Something in her expression must have given away her feelings because his face changed. His smile faded and was replaced by a concerned frown. He stopped dead in tracks, and to Melitta's horror, he immediately did an about face and began to head back towards the dais to where she stood.

Her heart began to pound. Gannicus could be brash, reckless even. Had he deduced her insecurities from her expression? Would he truly approach her so openly? He had in the past. What words would he break when he arrived? Melitta honestly could not predict his actions and offered a quick prayer to the Gods he did not create a scene.

Capua: Batiatus Ludus

Diona entered the kitchen looking for Kleos and was not surprised to find him chatting with Aria, the slave who had replaced Seraphina. Aria made the delicious honey cakes Kleos loved. Moreover, she was a young, beautiful woman who gave the boy a considerable amount of attention; Kleos definitely took after his father in that regards.

"There you are," Diona said with a smile. She took note of the crumbs on the front of Kleos' tunic and deduced the boy had just finished a honey cake. Diona went to him and gently brushed off the remnants of his snack. "And just how many honey cakes have you managed to charm Aria into giving you?"

Kleos began to shuffle his feet. "Um..."

Aria spoke up. "I must confess. He has had four."

Diona's eyes widened. "Kleos! Four honey cakes before vesperna!"

"But they are so good," the boy said. "I tell myself I shall eat just one, but one just is not enough, Diona!"

Both Diona and Aria chuckled at his words.

"Apologies Diona," Aria said. "I take responsibility. I shall keep him to no more than two in the future."

Kleos pouted, but Diona thanked Aria as she took Kleos by the hand and led him away from the kitchen. "It is for your own good, you know?" she told him as they made their way to the house slaves' dining area. "Too many sweets are not good for a gladiator."

Kleos turned to look up at her. "But Tad drinks wine every day. Is that not sweet?"

"And how would you know that wine is sweet?"

"I do not, but I have heard the girls in the kitchen speak of my Tad and his love of wine." He shrugged. "I thought it must be sweet for him to love it so."

"Your father loves many things, not all of them are sweet, Kleos." He suddenly flushed bright red and Diona's brow shot up. "What has you turning shade of ripe apple?" she asked, curious as to what he was thinking. He said he was listening to the women slaves regarding Gannicus. Diona knew that could mean many things, most of which young Kleos should not be party to.

He shook his shaggy blonde head, and if possible, his face flamed even hotter. "I was listening to words not for my ears like my tad told me I should not."

Diona would have him break words on subject. "Kleos, loosen tongue," she told him kneeling, so they were eye to eye. "I promise, you can share what you heard absent consequence."

Kleos thought for a moment before he asked hesitantly. "Diona, why do the girls mourn loss of my tad's cock?"

"Kleos!" she gasped. "Where did you hear that?"

"Isabel, Ingrid and Nina were speaking of him earlier today, saying they mourn the loss of his cock, and I do not understand why." He tilted his head and turned those inquisitive brown eyes upon her and Diona felt her stomach tighten, fearing another inquisition coming forth. "Seraphina told me my cock is where I piss from. Was she wrong?"

Diona sincerely wished Gannicus was here in person so she could send Kleos to his father for this particular conversation. She sighed and decided to stall, giving herself a few moments to devise acceptable answer. "This is discussion best had in private." She stood and held out her hand. "Come, let us take our vesperna back to our room. We shall break words over the matter there." She gave him a smile. "Would that be acceptable?"

Happy she had not been upset with him for asking, Kleos nodded and placed his hand within hers. They began walking towards the dining area again. "They blame you for circumstance," he added.

"Who blames me for what circumstance?"

"The stupid girls who whine over my tad. They blame you for him removing his uh..." He blushed again and cleared his throat before continuing. "Himself from their company."

"Do they now?" Diona made note to remind the three women to keep tongue behind teeth regarding Gannicus, especially when his son was within earshot.

He nodded. "They do not favor you marrying him either."

She chuckled softly. "I imagine they do not."

He sniffled. "They are mean and hateful," he said, wiping at his eyes.

Diona could only imagine what those three were saying about her. They had been quite catty when Gannicus had asked for her and she began spending so much time with him. She assumed what they whispered since Dominus had pledged her to Gannicus was much worse. She cared not for herself, the girls meant nothing to Gannicus and Diona was not threatened by them in the slightest, but she would not have them saying nasty things where Kleos could hear. That was unacceptable. She would have words with the three of them; at first chance.

Once again, Diona paused and knelt to be at similar height with him. "Pay them no mind, Kleos, they are jealous." She wiped at his tears and then hugged him. "I am sorry you had to hear harsh words dropped from resentful tongue."

Kleos took her hand again. "They are mad because my tad has lost heart to you and no longer shares—"

"Kleos!" Diona gasped, placing her finger over his lips.

He blinked at her, face flaming yet again. "I was not going to say that."

They arrived at the dining area. "Let us hold discussion for now and we shall revisit it shortly."

"Yes Diona," he said and rushed across the room to get his tray.

"Kleos," she called after him as she watched him make a beeline for the platter that held the sweet treats. "No more honey cakes until cena."

He turned to look at her, his lower lip jutting out. "But Diona..."

She shook her head. "Not until after cena. You have already had four."

He sighed and moved away from the honey cakes. "Yes Diona."

Rome: Basilica Aurelius

Gannicus had indeed noticed Melitta's expression. She appeared disappointed in him, and he would know cause. He suspicioned her displeasure stemmed from his relationship with Octavia. It had become complicated. He spent considerable hours in the woman's bed; a level of comfortability had grown between them. There were even times when he did not find his servitude a chore at all. He survived being indentured to Octavia by allowing himself to enjoy fucking her. If he did not, he would be unable to perform what was required of him, or he would rebel, kill the Roman and be crucified, absent cock! It was not a fate he would choose, so he chose to make use of his fate and steer it towards a life with Melitta, his son and Diona.

She would not meet his gaze as he made his way back to the dais. He could not blame Melitta if she was angry at him, but he hoped she understood he had no choice in who he shared cock with, but she was the only one he shared his heart with. If positions were reversed, Gannicus was very much aware he would want to kill the man who put hands on Melitta, so perhaps she felt similar emotion.

He returned to the dais and made his way towards Batiatus, in hopes the man would allow him to speak with her privately for a moment. He made way to where the man sat with Lucretia, with Melitta standing behind her, Gaia, her companion, Senator Vettia and Argonaut's lanista, a man named Gaius Plautus. I

"Dominus!" Gannicus yelled, but it was loud within the basilica. Many voices having many conversations mingled together to create a boisterous atmosphere; his voice blended with the others and Batiatus did not hear him. Melitta still would not look at him either, causing Gannicus' stomach to churn in rising anxiety.

Batiatus, obviously in his cups, was having a rather vehement discussion with Plautus, over who had the better stable, Batiatus' Ludus in Capua, or Ludus Magnus, in Rome. "Every one of my men stands a fucking God!" Quintus bragged. "Gannicus once won contest blindfolded, absent fucking sight!"

Plautus was deep into his cups as well because his voice was slurred when he replied, "Ha! Fuck the Gods! My men are fucking Titans!"

As Gannicus approached him, Quintus was informing the other lanista, in a boastful manner, if he wanted to keep his denarii then... "You best place wager on the Mighty Gannicus to win."

"Dominus," he shouted to be heard above the din of the noisy crowd.

Finally hearing Gannicus calling out to him, Batiatus grinned and waved his gladiator forward. "Ah, my Champion arrives."

"Dominus..." Gannicus began, only to have Batiatus stand and place a hand on his shoulder, halting the Celt's words.

Batiatus' voice carried across the basilica as he said, "Behold the Mighty Gannicus. No man stands his equal!" He patted Gannicus on the back. "On the morrow your man shall get a taste of what my champion has doled out to the likes of Negrimus, the Unkillable, over fifty victories were attributed to the man before my Champion took his head in storied battle that set record as longest battle in Capua's history!" Cheers could be heard within the audience. Inspired by the applause, Batiatus continued. "And let's not forget Danaos, the giant from Germania, a true beast of a man who boasted twenty victories before he too met his end upon the swords of my Champion."

With every eye upon him, thoughts of breaking words with Batiatus regarding Melitta fled. Gannicus wisely kept his request behind teeth and instead presented the persona Batiatus was expounding on. The Mighty Gannicus, God of the Arena. His grin came forth and he winked at a few of the comelier women in the audience watching him. He laughed, charming the crowd as if he had no care in the world except facing Argonaut in battle.

The crowd stopped to take notice as Batiatus' words rang out throughout the basilica. The citizens began to stir, inspired by Batiatus' words, and the reminder of Gannicus' victories over two very dangerous opponents. It added to his reputation as a true slayer of Giants. And the public opinion began to focus very much so on Gannicus beating Argonaut.

Upon seeing the reaction he got, Batiatus puffed out his chest as if it were he who had dispatched the afore mentioned gladiators. "No man shall beat my God of the Arena," he announced. "Twenty denarii speak to Gannicus being declared victor by the twenty-minute mark!"

With no choice but to support his Dominus' boast, Gannicus raised his arms in the air and roared for the crowd.

The citizens in attendance erupted. Batiatus' words and Gannicus' reaction, set off a hub of activity within the audience watching. Wagers on Gannicus began to circulate, and a new energy swept through the basilica, causing the fans to surge forward in hopes to speak with the handsome champion from Capua.

Frustrated at being thwarted in his endeavor to speak with Melitta, Gannicus turned to catch her gaze, in hopes he could convey his desire silently. This time, she smiled at him sweetly, and it left him confused. He was certain he had not imagined previous expression. However, he had no more time to wonder at it because Batiatus, with his hand on shoulder, led Gannicus across the dais and down the steps to meet his fans.

*IVM*

Two sets of eyes followed Gannicus as he left the dais to greet the crowd attending the event.

Melitta watched with a mixture of relief and regret. Relief that a scene had been averted and regret that she had been unable to hear whatever words he so desperately wanted to break with her. Hopefully, the Gods would favor them, and they would be able to meet later in their spot. She asked the Gods to give her strength of purpose to ask him to explain his relationship with the Roman presently, as it had obviously evolved into something more than just mistress and slave. Jealousy reared its ugly head once again, and Melitta had to turn it from thought before it consumed.

Sitting upon the dais, but further down from the gladiators, their lanistas and hosts, Cecilia's blue eyes practically caressed the man as he exited the platform before his lanista, Batiatus. She licked her lips as she took note of how his fawn-colored breeches hugged his body, making it obvious the man had a very nice behind.

"Why are you doing this, Cala?" Livia asked leaning forward from her position of standing behind her mistress. "You promised Octavia to leave him be."

Cecilia turned gaze from the bewitching gladiator with a huff. "I am not attacking the man," she returned. "I was simply admiring his um...assets." She giggled at her play on words.

Livia rolled her eyes. "Which do not belong to you."

Cecilia crossed her arms over her chest. "My eyes touched upon his body, not hands," she said and began to pout.

Liva tried to talk the girl back into good spirits. "Isn't this a marvelous celebration?" Cecilia remained silent and the dark-haired slave sighed. "I am only looking out for you. Please do not punish me for caring."

Livia noticed Cala's shoulders slump and she tried again to offer olive branch. "Have you tried the focaccia bread with baked cheese, sausage and vegetables?"

"No," Cecilia finally replied, a small smile appearing. Livia's words had caused anger to flee as fast as it had erupted. "Have you?"

Pleased her mistress was responding, Livia smiled. "Yes. I was in the kitchens earlier today when Haggitha was preparing the food." She made an "mmm" sound. "Tongue dies of joy. You must try it. Would you like me to get you some?"

"Please," she said, but before Livia left, Cecilia grabbed her arm. "Apologies for acting the bitch, Liv. I tell myself to set gaze anywhere but upon that gladiator, yet there he is, and I would have to tear eyes from skull to not notice how attractive he is." She squeezed Livia's arm. "I want to do right, I do, but he is powerful lure. I am counting on you to halt foolish actions should I try and fuck him, despite Octavia's warning."

Her words chilled Livia because she knew her mistress very well. And, if she wanted something, nothing, especially not herself, was going to stop her from getting it. She shook her head at her lifelong companion. "You are playing a dangerous game. I urge you to reconsider," she said softly.

Cecilia's blue eyes landed on Lucius Severus at the end of the dais, head together with a shorter blonde man dressed in elegant robes, but not of a patrician class. They appeared to be plotting if she were honest. She shuddered looking at Lucius. "I am unwilling scholar, forced to play dangerous games," she snapped. "You know this. Don't play and see yourself eaten by the monsters."

Her heart ached for her young mistress and what she was going through. "Apologies," Livia replied, "You should not be made to suffer that fucking beast! It is tragedy to be certain, but you must be smart as well as bold. Making enemy of Octavia is neither."

"I shall no longer be Lucius' victim." Cecilia's chin raised stubbornly. "I will take charge of my own fate."

The young Syrian sighed but understood sentiment behind words. "And I shall help, but not with that one," she told Cecilia. "We shall find another candidate, but first," she said, reminding the girl of the treat, "Let me go fetch the focaccia bread for you," she said, diverting her mistress' attention from Gannicus momentarily.

As Livia left the dais to get a tray of food for Cecilia, she began wracking brain on how she was going to get Cala to leave off the fucking Celt and divert attentions to a more suitable man to aid in her crazy plot. Livia's gaze went to the Egyptian, Duratius. He really was a handsome animal. If only Cala would shift interest from Octavia's lover, Livia was certain she would be attracted to the big brunette.

Livia placed several pieces of the cheesy focaccia bread on Cala's tray, along with some grilled dormice and olives. She sympathized with her mistress. Lucius was disgusting and Cala must get free of her Roman guardian, yet she must do so without earning Octavia's hatred. Livia set gaze to Duratius, and decided he would be perfect candidate to rid her mistress of her virtue. Now, all she had to do was devise a plan to arrange it.

Capua: Batiatus Ludus:

Diona and Kleos were settled within their small room, sitting on Diona's bed eating their vesperna of porridge, fried dormice and bread. Thanks to Gannicus, their quarters were quite cozy. Both Diona and Kleos now had a thick comfortable pallet for their beds, soft sheets, warm furs and fluffy pillows for added luxury and creature comforts.

As they shared their meal together, Diona was reclining with a pillow behind her back, her plate in her lap, while Kleos sat cross legged at the foot of her bed, his tray in front of him.

After a moment, Kleos paused in the filling of his small belly. "Diona?" he asked.

She set down her spoon. "Yes?" she answered, believing he was about to continue prior discussion regarding his father, those women and the sharing of certain body parts. She still had no idea what to reply to his innocent questions. In truth, she was leaning towards telling Kleos he needed to speak to his father concerning such things, but she was willing to try and have discussion with the boy.

Yet, to her surprise, Kleos did not resume earlier conversation. Instead, he broached another subject altogether. "I wanted to share the name I have decided to call you." He paused and smiled somewhat shyly at her. "If you would be interested in hearing it."

The normally brash youngster looked so unsure of himself, it broke her heart. "Of course, I would," she replied, offering him a sunny smile.

His expression brightened. "I would call you Mia," he told her. He gnawed at his bottom lip. "It is a blend of mother and Diona. Is that pretty enough? Do you like it?"

She set her plate aside and pulled him to her, hugging him tightly as tears welled up in her eyes. She was so touched. "I love it," she said softly. "Gratitude. It is beautiful name."

He blushed and gave her another shy smile, much different than his usual cocky grin. "Truly?"

She nodded. "Yes, truly. I am honored to stand as your Mia, Kleos."

He hugged her. "Gratitude... Mia," he said, trying out the name he had chosen. He nodded as if satisfied and began eating again. However, it was not long before he recalled conversation from earlier and returned to it. "Now, will you explain why the women mourn my tad's..." Diona gave him a warning glance. "His... you know what, when Seraphina told me it was useless except to piss?" He grimaced. "Why would they mourn such a thing?"

Diona sighed. "Kleos, there is another purpose for a man's... thing," she said, and to her embarrassment, she felt her own cheeks heating up.

"There is?" he asked innocently. "What is this purpose?"

Deciding this was a conversation better suited for Gannicus to have with the boy, Diona offered small bit of information, rather than revealing all. "It serves purpose between man and woman. This is why they miss your tad," she told him. When he opened his mouth to question her further, she held up her hand. "Which you are too young to have explained presently."

When he started to pout, she ruffled his hair. "Do not pout. How about this? When your father returns, you may ask him and if he decides you are old enough to know of such things, he can give proper explanation."

He thought about that for a moment before nodding. "Fine. I shall ask my tad then," he said.

Diona barely suppressed her grin as she imagined Gannicus' reaction to that conversation. Served him right for sharing his cock so often, now he could explain to his son why the whores all mourn its loss!

Rome: Aurelius Basilica

Claudius was having a marvelous time. Having partaken in many of the delicious delicacies of food and drink Octavia had arranged for this event, his belly was full, and his cup of wine overflowed. The Apollinares had, thus far, been a resounding success. Over the past week, every event had added to his popularity with the masses, and tonight, he had garnered even greater plebian support by handing out extra rations of bread, corn and grain. Win over the public and you win your election. As he looked around the Aurelius Basilica, it was obvious people were enjoying themselves. On the morrow, the premier gladiatorial matches were to take place, and judging by the turn out tonight, he expected tomorrow to bring about a record setting attendance. Opening day had brought in over three hundred thousand attendees. Claudius expected tomorrow to be even bigger.

He set gaze to the gladiator he believed responsible for the massive turnout this season. Gannicus was truly a marvel. He was the most charismatic individual Claudius had ever set gaze to. Men and women alike desired the man. He should know, after watching him earlier, he lusted after the gladiator too. The crowd adored him, and they had not even witnessed the Celt's incredible abilities with his dual swords or his cock. He was certain Gannicus would be victorious tomorrow and was more than pleased he had listened to loving wife and invited Batiatus and his gladiators to Rome. As always, Octavia was an asset, as well as love of his life.

Magnus Vettia came to sit by his side, interrupting his train of thought.

"Apologies, I hate to speak politics at such a joyous event," the dark-haired Senator said, "but we must put heads together and decide what we are to do about Sertorius, Aurelius. The man has become the bane of Rome's existence!"

Claudius sighed. Vettia was right. Something needed to be done. Quintus Sertorius was becoming the proverbial thorn in the side that had now become infected and threatened life and limb! The method with which the man had given The Great Pompey Magnus such a rousing defeat near the city of Lauron was shocking, as well as humiliating for Rome. (1)

"None required," Claudius said. "Your words break true. His defeat of Pompey was troubling for certain."

They discussed the event for several minutes, both men unsure how to defeat a man who did not fight like a Roman, despite being Roman!

"What are we to do? The man is a menace. His method of warfare is unlike normal Roman organization," Vettia complained, exasperated at how Sertorius had claimed so many victories over worthy Roman Generals. "If Pompey cannot defeat him. Who shall lead the charge?"

Claudius was about to reply, when out of the corner of his eye he spotted Tullius and his brother in-law having words. The hairs on the back of his neck raised when he noticed Lucius turn and set hostile gaze towards Gannicus and then towards Octavia. A chill went through Aurelius as he imagined what the Capuano merchant was telling Severus to cause such a look. He was certain he knew. Octavia's desires were a badly kept secret that only remained in shadows because of his position and the power his wealth provided. For Tullius to break words with Lucius regarding Gannicus... The merchant was once again over stepping. Now, he sought to have Severus do what he could not. Claudius kept temper in check, but just barely. That they would plot against the one he held dearest of all, and while dining on his fucking coin! Rage simmered within him.

It was time for previous threat to become fact. "I can think of only one who has the strength to lead Rome's troops to victory," Claudius replied. "Sulla's pupil and right hand. My brother in-law, Lucius Severus."

Vettia was nodding his approval before Aurelius finished sentence. "Of course! I should have thought of the man myself."

Claudius' eyes kept careful watch over Lucius and Tullius as he said. "If we call a special Senate assembly immediately. I see no reason why Lucius could not be on his way to Hispania directly after the festival ends." He smiled as he thought of Lucius' face when given the news.

Vettia agreed. "I shall send out the missive and present the motion personally."

"I shall second it," Claudius said, moving on past Lucius, his quick and cunning mind was already devising ways he would be rid of the shit fuck Tullius.

Claudius felt the need to warn Tavia of what he witnessed this night. He quickly searched for and found his wife amongst their peers socializing. "Apologies Vettia, but I have set sight to charming wife, who is holding court amongst her many admirers." His loving eyes watched her as she effortlessly captivated her audience. The men were obviously smitten, and the women wanted to emulate her. Claudius adored her and it was obvious in both words and gaze. "I fear someone will try and steal her away if I am foolish enough to leave her unescorted for too long," he teased, smiling despite worry and anger warring inside his breast.

Across the dais, Aurelius caught Gaia's eye and inclined his head towards Vettia. The brunette, wearing a red wig, nodded and quickly made her excuses to the many admirers she was entertaining before making her way to where Claudius and Vettia were.

"As always you host the most glorious events, Claudius," she said as she arrived.

Claudius took Gaia's hand and kissed it. "Gaia, you arrive at perfect time. I was about to go stake my claim on my wife before some fool makes attempt to spirit her off."

Gaia giggled. "Go. She is a rare gem that must be protected at all costs. I shall keep Magnus company."

Gaia's words held more truth than she knew. "Gratitude," Claudius said to her, before he turned back to Vettia. "I shall leave you in far more attractive company than myself," he told the man with a wink. "We shall discuss the special senate meeting further once Apolloinares have ended."

Vettia, who was quite happy to have Gaia join him, agreed. "I shall have a missive ready on the morrow and submit it for approval thereafter."

"Splendid," Claudius replied, and made his way to his wife, leaving the Senator in the more than capable hands of Gaia.

"Magnus, have you sampled the baked pears?" Gaia asked as she looped her arm though his. "They are divine. Come, you must sample a bite."

Aurelius did not hear Vettia's reply as he went down the steps of the dais to where Octavia was chatting with Servilia Caepiones and several Senators. There was unusual smile curling his lips. It was cruel, ugly slash marring his handsome face. Aurelius was a generous, likeable man, but there were two things that could send him into a rage. Abuse of a slave and someone threatening his wife. Octavia was his one true love, even if he did not physically lust after her. He adored her and would die for her. He would most definitely kill for her. Claudius was of a mind to make use of opportunity presented to put forth Lucius' name for a position in Hispania to even more of the Senate this night.

Capua: Batiatus Ludus

Oenomaus approached Diona in the triclinium shortly after vesperna as she and Naevia were gathering the burnt down candles within the villa and replacing them with fresh ones.

"Apologies," he stated, "if I could, Diona, a word." He inclined his head toward the atrium.

Thinking his desire to break words was about Gnaeus, Diona nodded. "Of course," she said and handed Naevia the basket of tallow candles she held.

As they began walking towards the atrium, he gave her a small smile. "I have broken words with Gnaeus regarding both you and Pietros. He is aware he is to leave Pietros be and that you are to be respected, as my own wife, Melitta is. He shall bother you no longer."

At the mention of Melitta, Diona felt a rush of shame. It took all her will to tamp it down and maintain a serene expression. "Gratitude," she said. "I know Pietros will stand as relieved as I am."

When Diona would have turned to head back to Naevia and her chores, Oenomaus stopped her. "Hold a moment," he said.

Her brow shot up, and she instantly said a quick prayer to the Gods that he was not about to ask about his wife. "What is it?"

"Come let us continue our walk," he said.

Diona followed. "Have I done something wrong?" she asked, her heart was pounding rather hard, and she felt a nervous anxiety fill her.

"Not at all. Apologies if I made you see it so." The big Doctore sighed. "Truth is, I feel I owe you apology," he said. At Diona's look of confusion, Oenomaus confessed. "It was by my word that Dominus questioned you about Gannicus. It was not my intent to thrust you into situation you may not desire." He paused, watching her closely, and Diona squirmed under his scrutiny. "I have never asked...are you unhappy with Dominus' decision?"

Utter relief made her knees wobble as Diona shook her head. "I am not displeased," she admitted softly. "I have love in my heart for him, but I worry towards his reaction when he returns."

"As do I," he confided. "But he has set himself to path that is doomed to fail." His obsidian eyes met Diona's green gaze. "You are aware of his love for the Roman?"

Diona swallowed. This was a conversation she desperately did not wish to have. "I know he has lost heart, yes," she said, maintaining truth, without admitting truth.

"Then you must understand his loving a woman not his own is foolish at best. At worst, it could cost him his life if her husband were to make discovery."

She about fainted at his words. "What would you have me do?" she asked, terribly eager to remove herself from this situation.

"Would you think me a fool if I said make him love you?"

"I would never think you a fool," she said to him with a smile. In fact, she could not imagine anyone calling him such. "I imagine you are many things, but I am quite certain fool would not be amongst them."

"You sound like my wife." He smiled. "Gratitude."

She cringed again at the mention of Melitta. After a moment she confessed her concern. "I have no idea how to deepen his affections," she told him as they walked through the villa. "He has care for me, but he has broken honest words in saying his heart belongs to another."

"Apologies for asking, but you have shared his bed, yes?"

Diona nodded, face flushing a furious shade of rose.

"Then you already have meaning to him, Diona," he told her assuredly.

Her brow shot up. "Why do you say that?"

"I have known Gannicus since his first day as new recruit. When he first arrived, he shared his affections a little too freely and met with tragedy as result."

"I know of Aurelia," she told him softly. "He has deep regrets."

"If you know of her, then you know he has not lay with a woman that was not..." He paused, choosing words carefully in deference to Diona. "Of a certain nature in a very long time. The fact that he has taken you as his own tells me he has tender feelings for you."

Diona's insides twisted. Like Dominus, Oenomaus believed Gannicus took her virtue. She would not disabuse him of that notion. She could not without revealing the secrets this house held within its walls. "If I could make it so, I would," she admitted.

They paused by the impluvium. The opening over the pool let in much natural light, and in the afternoon sun, Diona's green eyes came to life and sparkled in her beautiful face. Oenomaus took note of how attractive she was, and he nodded to himself, certain he was right. "You are a beautiful girl, Diona. He obviously desires you."

She blushed even further at his words, and lowered her gaze, embarrassed.

He chuckled at her reaction. Gannicus' interest in this girl was becoming clearer each moment he spoke with her. "You have the love of his son as well," he reminded. "That will cause heart to open further."

Diona thought of Kleos and how close they had gotten since Dominus had him moved into her quarters. He had chosen to call her Mia, his own word for mother. Diona's heart was taken by the boy, of that, there was no doubt.

"It is true," she told him, a gentle smile curling her lips. "And Kleos has my love as well. I shall protect him as if he were my own."

Oenomaus chuckled. "Spoken like a true mother." His eyes met hers again. "What of his father? Does he have your love and loyalty?"

Oenomaus had no idea the level of loyalty Gannicus received from her. "Yes. I would do anything for him." Including lie to you, she thought.

The big man looked more than pleased with her answer. "Good. Then you must help bring him around to proper path and leave behind foolish ideas of a love that is not his to have."

His words struck a nerve. He was simply too close to the truth. Diona found herself nodding. "I promise," she said softly. And she meant it. Gannicus should let go of Melitta; she was not his to have.

Oenomaus smiled. "Gratitude. I have great love for Gannicus. He is my brother, and I would not see him fall to a doomed love affair."

Diona watched him as he walked away, heading for the Ludus. He was a proud man. An honorable man. Diona felt sick at the entire dilemma. Oenomaus did not deserve betrayal, but her words to Gannicus spoken months ago still held true. He had not set out to fall in love with Melitta. The younger Dominus placed them in this predicament. She had no idea how it would end, but she could not help but hope, at least to herself, it would end with Gannicus deciding he wanted to give heart to her and let Melitta be.

She let out a long sigh. It was a nice dream, but Diona was not holding breath. She turned and headed back through the villa to resume her chores with Naevia.

Rome: Aurelius Basilica

Gannicus watched as a beaming Batiatus accepted the slew of accolades and well wishes regarding his champion from an over eager public. The man's chest was puffed out so far, it was as if he was going to take to the sands tomorrow and fight in the arena. The blonde gladiator sighed. He had been groped, pawed at, hugged and kissed so many times over the last hours, he was growing weary of the clinging masses and was beginning to wonder how much longer this night was to go on. He glanced to where Duratius was sitting with Barca. He wanted to join them, but Batiatus had insisted he stay nearby.

As if the Gods had designed a distraction just for him, a voluptuous brunette sauntered up to him wearing a smile that, Gannicus recognized as invitation for heated adventures between the sheets. She was scantily clad in the robes of a street performer that did not do much to hide her bountiful charms. Obviously, a woman of questionable nature, she was exactly the type of woman Gannicus had sought out for years.

For a moment, he forgot himself and a slow, sensual smile curled his lips while his eyes traveled the woman's figure from head to toe. "And who might you be?" he asked when she came to stand before him.

"I am called Cassandra." She was a stunning creature with voluptuous breasts, thick black hair and eyes the color of spring grass. "Are you truly a God?" she asked, wetting her bottom lip with her tongue.

There was a glib reply on the tip of his tongue, but then his mind went to Melitta, and then to Octavia. He was no longer free to lose himself within the embrace of questionable women. His heart belonged to one woman while his body was practically owned by another.

Instead of giving her the reply he had first entertained, he took a subtler approach. "Come see me upon the sands tomorrow and you shall see for yourself if I am a God."

"What if I would like demonstration of your prowess in a different arena?"

He could not help himself. "And what arena would that be?" he asked with a grin.

The woman leaned into him and placed a hand on his chest. "Are you as skilled with your cock as you are with your swords?"

Gods the woman was brazen! She had to be a prostitute. "As tantalizing as your offer is, I have no coin to see thighs opened," he told her, thinking that would be the end of it.

"Thighs would part willingly, absent coin for you," she returned, allowing her hand to slide downward, to his belly and lower...

Gannicus stopped her before she grabbed what did not belong to her. Keeping hold of her wandering appendage, he slid his palm along the nape of her neck and brought her in for a kiss. He gave her one deep, erotic kiss and then he pulled back, releasing her neck. "You are a comely thing, but I am not the one for you," he told her, quietly, his charming smile gracing his face. "However," he spoke up, his voice carrying to the crowd now, "if I were to die tomorrow upon the sands, know that you have sent me to the afterlife with the pleasure of knowing your lips."

You could practically hear the girls within the crowd swooning as he left the woman standing there, a dazed look upon her beautiful face as she stared after him as if beguiled.

Once again, Gannicus manipulated his audience with ease and had them eating out of the palm of his hand with no effort at all.

*IVM*

Across the marketplace, Octavia was holding court. She smiled and charmed, effortlessly drawing her audience to her, much like her charismatic lover did, maintaining clever conversation intended to further Claudius' political career. She had managed to sway two senators' opinion on Claudius' proposal, all the while keeping a watchful eye on Gannicus as he interacted with and entertained his many admirers.

Servilia, of the Servilii Caepiones (2) was an auburn-haired beauty from a wealthy, distinguished family, much like Octavia's own. In fact, they had been introduced into Roman society the same year. Octavia's dazzling looks and wit had eclipsed the pretty red head's coming out and Servilia had never quite forgiven the blonde for reducing her to second best, that year and every year thereafter. They maintained a friendly enemy status that polite society demanded.

"Mmmm, now he is a gorgeous beast." Servilia inclined her head towards Gannicus. "I would not mind spending an hour or five with the likes of him," she told Octavia in a throaty purr. "He is staying at your city Domus, is he not?"

Octavia did not allow venomous reply towards rival to part lips. She plastered a bright smile upon her face instead. "His Lanista Quintus Batiatus, his wife Lucretia and their party are all residing with Claudius and I," she said, reminding the woman she was not hosting Gannicus alone, thus ensuring Servilia could not spew forth treacherous rumors.

"Have you an idea what his lanista charges for his time?" the red head asked, licking her lips as she set gaze to the blonde gladiator across the basilica. "I would be atingle to ride such a dangerous animal." She shivered delicately. "I have heard it on good authority the man is a God out of the arena as well as within."

It took all of Octavia's acting abilities not to scratch the woman's pale grey eyes out! Varis and Cossutius gossiped like women! They must have told Servilia about the events at Batiatus' villa. Just as they had with Marcus Crassus' wife, Tertulla and her bitch of a friend, Antonia Flavius. Octavia had been fending off inquiries regarding relationship with Gannicus all week. She knew what Servilia was about, she wanted Octavia to admit he stood as lover, or erupt in jealousy, proving without words liaison existed. Octavia's other rivals Tertulla and Antonia had tried similar tactics during the events she and Claudius had held to honor Ludi Apollinares. Servilia was not aware, but she was not the first to request Gannicus' services. Tertulla and Antonia had also asked if Batiatus rented out his gladiators for more than gladiatorial combat.

Servilia was trying to incite her by doing it publicly. She would not give the bitch satisfaction. "I am not aware of his price, but I will ask if you like?"

The red head nodded. "I would very much like," she said with a smile. "With your discretion of course."

"Of course," Octavia agreed. Just then she spotted Gannicus kissing an incredibly attractive woman dressed as a street whore. Octavia's jealousy flared red hot. "Apologies Servilia..."

"Have you tried him yet?" Servilia interrupted, causing the blonde to pause when she would have headed straight for Gannicus to halt his behavior with the brunette street walker. "I know you have strong passions for men of the arena, Octavia. I cannot imagine you would have a gladiator, whose beauty rivals Adonis, beneath your roof and not taste his charms."

Realizing how close she had come to playing into her rival's hand by making a scene at such an important public event. Octavia laughed gracefully, utterly relieved Servilia had saved her from creating a spectacle for herself and Claudius. With genuine amusement, she deflected the woman's questions. "Servilia, surely you are not a purveyor of base gossip," she chided. "I would have thought your breeding alone would place you above such common behaviors." The blonde shrugged, enjoying watching the smug look fall from Servilia's face. "Hmm. Now, I have to offer apologies," she said, noticing Claudius making his way towards her, an angry expression on his handsome face. "I see Claudius and I must have words with him." She started to leave but paused and added. "Oh, and in regard to Gannicus, I shall relay your desires to Batiatus and make haste towards reply."

And with that, Octavia took her leave, clenching her fists in anger at both Servilia and Gannicus for his public displays of affections towards common whore!

*IVM*

Unaware of Octavia's ire, Gannicus continued to mingle with the never-ending throng of people pausing again and again for more handshaking, hugs and touches as the public groped and grabbed at him, eager to have a piece of the bewitching blonde gladiator. He was tired, but the people's reaction to him was inspiring and fed something within Gannicus that desired the adoration he was receiving from the Roman public. He had yet to raise sword in a Roman arena, yet much of the crowd was ready to stand for him over their current champion, Argonaut. Maybe they realized the man was a braying ass too!

Gannicus took note of the big German brute glaring daggers at him while the alluring Celt mingled with the masses, charming the people to his cause. As the bigger gladiator's sour expression grew surlier, Gannicus' smile grew brighter, and he was no longer weary; Argonaut was a disrespectful cunt and angering him by engaging the people was unexpected but welcomed bonus!

Finally, after much public fawning, it was time for the night to come to an end. Exhausted from all the social intercourse he'd had with the public, Gannicus regretted he had not had a moment to speak with Melitta. He hoped to do so when they returned to the compound, but he was not counting upon it. With Octavia on opium, chances were high she would summon him to her bed. Perhaps, he could beg off if he used his contest tomorrow as excuse. He decided to make decision after gauging her mood.

As it turned out, Gannicus need not have worried. After Claudius explained what he had witnessed, fear of Lucius' reaction had Octavia nearly sober. Her brother had spent much time watching her and Gannicus all week during her Apollinare events. It was obvious he was suspicious of her feelings for Gannicus, but he had no true proof. If Tullius was offering to substantiate Lucius' inclinations, that could set her brother to a path that could be the ruin of them all! The sickening fear she had of her sibling, one she had not truly experienced in years, came slithering back. It caused her stomach to twist in worry for herself and her beautiful lover, who was particularly vulnerable to her sadistic brother. Lucius had already boldly said he could kill Gannicus absent consequence! Those words sent chills down spine. Octavia was terrified and she had sudden desire to take Gannicus and hide somewhere Lucius would never find them. She turned thought aside before it even formed, but she could not chase away the dread that sat within her like dead weight upon her chest. She found breathing to be a difficult thing.

Later that night: Aurelius Domus

"We are going to have to kill my brother," Octavia said to Claudius as she sat down at her dressing table and had Anya start removing the pins from her hair.

Claudius leaned down to press a kiss to her temple. "I have plans for Lucius," he whispered to her. "Trust words. He will no longer cause issue."

Claudius explained his plan to send her brother to Hispania, and while Octavia favored this idea, she could not quite let go of the worried, anxious knot in her stomach. She wanted to believe ridding herself of Lucius could be that simple. However, afterward, as she took to her bed, tired and feeling groggy due to her opium use, her mind was filled with terrible images. Some of them so terrible, they had her waking up, crying and trembling while screaming... "Gannicus!"

(1) Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus (108 BCE-48 BCE) aka Pompey the Great was a celebrated General and politician of the late Roman Republic. He suffered a notable loss to Quintus Sertorius in the Battle of Lauron in 76 BCE due to Sertorius' use of guerilla warfare tactics.

(2) Servilia (100 BCE-42 BCE) was a Roman matron from a distinguished family, the Servilii Caepiones. She was mistress to Julius Ceasar and mother to Marcus Junius Brutus, the same Brutus who would later help assassinate Caesar.

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