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Disclaimer: Spartacus isn't mine, and belongs to Starz!, Rob Tapert and others, and last I checked that wasn't the name on my driver's license. So I'm making no money, all I have are student loans, and an ornery cat who thinks driving me bonkers is his lot in life.
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Slash
Timeline: Spartacus Blood and Sand/Vengeance
Spoilers: None
Pairing: Agron/Tiberius(Nasir)
Italics – thoughts.
. . . italics – flashback
Bold Italics - Fantasy or Dream Sequence
A Chance Meeting
By DarkSyn
Torches flickered in the hallways of the villa, nobles dressed in various colors spoke in clustered groups, politics, and the gossip of Rome. Slaves wound their way through the people, bearing trays of fruits and nuts, meat and cheese, and some carried large clay jugs of wine. “The guests look happy, Quintus.” Lucretia said as she stood next to her husband, Batiatus. They had thrown parties of such caliber before where the elite of both Capua and Rome had come to sample the wares of the Ludus. Some chose to simply admire the stock that was carried there, others wished to see them perform in the Arena for sport, and then there were those who chose to take a Gladiator to bed. One never knew until they met the particular noble in question. Lucretia was the one who put the utmost discretion for the women, but for the men, well they could do as they pleased. She accepted a cup of wine from one of the slaves as she watched the dancers, men and women in chains draped upon their glistening bodies writhed to the music.
Batiatus nodded briefly to his wife as he saw someone in the crowd and beckoned him over. “ah, good Valerius, have you met my wife, Lucretia?” he inquired as he watched the man weave through the crowd approaching the Lanista.
“A rare jewel indeed to be found in Capua,” Valerius said as he took her hand in his own and graced her knuckles with a kiss, “gratitude for invitation, to you both. I am Valerius Magnus.” he said, as he introduced himself to Lucretia.
“Welcome.” Lucretia said with a genuine smile, “some wine to wet the tongue?” She continued, as she gestured to one of the house slaves who stepped forwards offering goblets on a tray
Valerius accepted one and took a sip, “Felarian?” he asked, wanting to know the vintage.
“Sestian. Please, do not let us keep you, mingle with the other guests.” She finished, watching as the tall man nodded and moved into the crowd. “Shall we bring them up, Quintus?”
“Ah, yes. Mira, tell Doctore to bring them up.” He spoke to one of the slave girls who was never far from Lucretia's side and in response she hurried through the crowd to do as she had been ordered.
Mira hurried downstairs to the bowels of the villa where the ludus was located and found Doctore standing just behind the locked gates, “Dominus requests the Gladiators.”
“Attend!” the Doctore commanded as the men turned in a line. The guard that stood at the door moved to unlock the door and the hinges squeaked, the metal door opening. “You will bring honor to the house of Batiatus or you will feel the sting of my lash.” he said as he gestured with his head for the Gladiators to move upstairs each of them grabbing a torch as they made their way to the villa. Oneomaus watched the line of men move by him, each one had been bathed, oiled and were all dressed in a tan subligaria with a wide leather belt around their waists. Each belt differed slightly and had been garnished with small personal tokens of the one wearing it. For many of them it was a scrap of cloth or bits of leather bearing etched designs or metallic emblems. He nodded in approval as he walked upstairs after the Gladiators, himself adorned with a large sash over his left shoulder that was reminiscent of his homeland.
As the Gladiators filed into the large room that had been designated as the 'show' room, they heard Batiatus speaking to his guests, “Behold! Feast your eyes on the best stock in Capua. Each of my Gladiators stands a titan! Touch them, feel the way their muscles bunch beneath the tips of your fingers. Place orders for any of the man you covet...” the men filed in placing their torches in the proper holders. The firelight dancing off their muscles as most of the guests oohed and ahhed. “they do not bite, and if they do, a ten percent discount.” he finished much to the amusement of the gathered nobles.
Each of the Gladiators were standing, feet shoulder width apart, hands loosely at their sides while women moved to touch them, men placed orders for Arena spectacles, but for Valerius Magnus, he moved through the various nobles that had come and his eyes casting on many of the Gladiators though one in particular caught his attention more than any of the others, as most had eyes for the Champion. “Tiberius, fetch more wine.” he said to his body slave who nodded his dark shoulder length hair and moved to do as he was commanded. As soon as the young man was gone, Valerius turned to the man he had been looking at. “What are you called?” he asked of the Gladiator.
The slave in question stood a little over six feet tall, with short hair that was bound in dreadlocks, but it was the eyes that drew Valerius in for he had never seen eyes this particular shade of green before. Muscled but not overly so, the slave had a look of ferocity about him even as he answered Valerius' question. “Agron, Dominus.” the voice was more of a growling response as he did not look at the man who had asked his name but beyond him at a space on the wall.
Valerius' dark brow quirked as he gazed at the bronzed skin that glowed faintly beneath the light of the torches that were strewn about the large room. As Valerius continued to gaze upon the Gladiator before him, his eyes came to life with desire. Reaching out, he ran his fingers over Agron's shoulder down to the 'B' that was forever branded into the flesh of his forearm. “and from where do you hail?”
“East of the Rhine, Dominus.” Agron replied barely flicking his gaze in the man's direction but it was for a mere fleeting moment in time as something else caught his eye. A slender figure adorned in white, but this was not one of the house slaves that belonged to Batiatus. The shoulder length hair was dark, and Agron's breath hitched in his throat and his pulse pounded as the figure turned. The slave was lithe, his body smooth unlike his own. He moved with a subtle grace that spoke of him being a pleasure slave.
It was Valerius who noticed whom Agron was staring at first, as he accepted the cup of wine from his body slave. “Apologies, Dominus.” he spoke, his voice slightly accented, giving him an exotic air about him. It had taken Tiberius a few moments to track down the slave girl with the amphora of wine to fill his Dominus' cup then a few more moments to remember where he had left his Dominus in the throng of people.
“It is of no consequence,” he was about to say more when Batiatus happened to wander by, “ah, Batiatus, you spoke of placing an order...” his voice trailed off, as he glanced to the Lanista who had paused in his walking, “your Gladiators, are they as fierce in the bed chamber as they are on the sands?” Valerius grinned, he had always been more attracted to women, such as the blond Chadara who waited for him back at his villa to the south. However, Tiberius, his body slave was a blessing to his house and his bed, though he had not truly prepared for this occasion, he would see his desires sated. “If your Gladiator was to bed my body slave, perhaps.”
“They are fierce and ravenous when they fuck...”
There was something about being ordered to fuck another that did not sit well with Agron. Though this would not be the first time he had ever lain with a man, as he preferred them over women, he wanted his partners willing and not ordered as the body slave to this Dominus was. How had the man known? Agron thought to himself, as he looked at the body slave once more. Something in his eyes must have given him away in that one particular glance.
“I would see boast proven.” Valerius said as he pulled a small bag of coin from a fold of his robes and pressed it into the Lanista's hand.
“Very well,” Batiatus responded as he tucked the coin into a fold of his own clothing and gestured to one of his house slaves to take Valerius to an alcove that had been prepared for such a moment.
“Come, Gladiator, let us see you set to purpose.” Valerius spoke as he turned and strode after the slave girl, Tiberius fell into step behind him.
Agron rolled his eyes subtly, striding after them with an almost predatory lope. He noticed that the young body slave made no noise, but followed after his Dominus. The clothes he wore, the folded white cloth that sat low on slender hips was knotted in both front and back, the folds hanging to mid thigh over what appeared to be a cloth in the same material. The girl who led them to the provided alcove pulled the gauzy material of the curtain aside to allow the trio entrance, letting it fall once more covering the door.
The chamber held a large couch that would easily fit two people, several chairs covered in lush materials, and a low table that held a tray with an amphora of wine and a couple of cups. Oil lamps had been lit, casting the chamber in a golden glow the light flickering off the two men who stood in the center of the room watching as Valerius sat in one of the chairs. He lifted the amphora and poured some more wine in his cup, while watching both Tiberius and Agron stand there. “What is your will, Dominus?” Tiberius inquired.
Valerius took a swallow of the liquid in his cup and glanced betwixt the two for long moments before he responded. “I would see him set to purpose, fuck him, Gladiator.”
“Yes, Dominus.” Agron replied. Tiberius turned towards the larger man, but it was Agron who made the first move, placing two fingers under the young man's chin lifting it so he could stare into those dark orbs. In their depths he saw acceptance of what was to be and something else that Agron could not give voice to at that moment in time. Leaning down, he captured the younger man's mouth. This was no simple kiss but one of pent up passion that had been long overdue to be unleashed. Agron had been proving himself well in the Arena, but it had been some time since he last lay with a warm body and the young man who was now in his arms felt right there. Tongues dueled for dominance, even as Agron's hand came up and tangled in the shoulder length locks and held him in place.
Tiberius growled low in the back of his throat, his hands traversing Agron's muscular body, leaving nothing untouched or unmapped by his fingertips. Nimble fingers moved to the leather belt that rested around Agron's waist, untying the knots that held it in place with skilled movements only to let the material fall to the floor. They parted again only briefly, as Agron simply lifted the leather strap that was draped across his chest to drop it next to his belt. Valerius watched from his seat, his hand disappearing beneath his tunics, but it was the dazed look in his body slave's eye, the slightly swollen lips borne from the intensity of the kisses that had the man smiling. Valerius was about to speak when Agron's strong hands slid over the planes of Tiberius' back making him tremble. They continued their downward path only to grip him tightly and lift him right off his feet. Tiberius' gasp of pleasure was swallowed by Agron's mouth. He wrapped his legs around the Gladiators' hips, and pressed himself as close as he could, writhing in that strong embrace as though to get closer if it was possible.
Their mouths fused together with no inclination of parting anytime soon, even as Agron turned them, shoving Tiberius against one of the columns in the room though he took most of the impact with the strong arm that was wrapped around the dark skin of Tiberius' back. The moans that left the body slave's mouth were heating Agron's blood as it raced through his veins and he wanted more of the young man and he wanted it now. “To the bed, Gladiator.” Valerius said, breaking the moment between the two men as they had actually for a mere second in time forgotten that they had an audience.
Without a thought, Agron spun them about, tossing the body slave onto the bedding, laying atop him as he ground their cloth covered cocks together making both of them groan in unison. Tiberius wound his legs around those hips and pulled him down harder wanting more of the contact of their bodies. Agron obliged him but only for a moment as the young man attempted to sit up slightly but Agron pinned him back down the bedding and used one strong hand to keep him there. Tiberius blinked, and looked up at the man who hovered above him his lips moving to question when his eyes fluttered shut while Agron's mouth began to traverse the lines of his throat. They were searing kisses that made his lithe body arch up silently begging for more. Agron had his wrists pinned with his right hand however, the left was traveling down the side of his body with an almost featherlight touch that made Tiberius reach upwards as best he could for another kiss. Releasing Tiberius' wrists, Agron cupped the side of that face and their lips crashed together like waves upon the shore.
Tiberius ran his free hands along that muscular form, over and down Agron's back, the tips of his fingers trailing heat over Agron's spine until he reached the taut ass and gripped in both hands giving it a squeeze as though he were testing a melon for ripeness, but the flesh refused to yield under his ministrations. Sliding his hands around to the ties that kept the Gladiators' subligaria on, he untied the braided leather, and tossed the material aside the whisper of it against his flesh made Agron pull away from those lips and moan. Agron's cock was like the man himself, long, thick and hard as steel. It stood proud as Agron himself had stood while his Dominus inspected him, and for Tiberius, he could only lick his lips at the thought of that hard length embedded within him.
Agron gazed down at the body slave with passion dilated green eyes, before leaning back and slowly starting to remove the white cloth that covered the body beneath his own. Once he figured out the knots he peeled the material away making the body slave writhe beneath him in sensual movements. Tossing the cloth aside, he stared down at the body that lay amidst the bedding on the couch. Roughened fingertips manipulated the soft skin over the body slave's hipbones making the body beneath move in a slow undulating motion that made both the Gladiator and the Dominus moan in unison. “Gladiator,” Valerius' voice cut through the pleasure induced haze the two men were ensconced within. “take him.”
Agron paused for a moment in time as he gazed down at the body that was wantonly spread across the couch. As much as he wanted to obey the command, he found he wanted to at least prep the young man beneath him. Dipping his fingers in a bowl of oil that was nearby, he worked a single digit into the small dark orifice that was bare to his gaze. He pressed forwards slowly, working the tip of his finger inside. But it was not enough and Agron added another slick finger, roughly jamming them both inside the clenching channel while taking the soft mouth once more. Tiberius cried out but the sound was muffled by Agron's tongue as it plundered his mouth, but as soon as it was there it was torn away leaving him breathless.
A groan left Tiberius' mouth as he was roughly rolled onto his knees, the powerful thighs of the Gladiator behind him spreading him wide. A low growl was all he heard from behind him, when he was split by the hard cock sliding deep into his body. Tiberius hissed in pleasure and pain as he ground backwards into the Gladiator's hips, but it had a slightly different reaction as Agron pinned him down, gripping his waist in those strong hands and began to fuck him hard and with no mercy not that he would have asked for any.
Moaning, Valerius watched the two men on the couch and didn't even speak as his hand moved over his own cock beneath the material of his tunics. He watched enraptured as the large cock went in and out of his body slave, eyes riveted on the two men and the harmony they made together. Agron wrapped one strong arm around Tiberius' waist and pulled him upright, drawing the dark head back in order to take his mouth once more while he pounded that tight passage. Tiberius reached back, wrapping his arms around Agron's neck, hanging on for what appeared to be dear life as he was ravished. Gasping, strangling whimpers left his lips only to enter the dominating mouth on his own.
A rough hand encircled his cock, fisting it tightly, twisting his hand to match the brutal pace as he slammed into Tiberius over and over. Tiberius nearly screamed as he lost control, watching it scatter in various directions as though the wind had taken hold. He rolled backwards for each thrust of those powerful hips, arching his back and pulling Agron yet deeper into his body. There was no softness, it was all about raw power, and want. Agron's pace quickened, his balls burning, cock aching at the body beneath his own. Valerius made a slight choking sound as he came the evidence wiped away on a cloth that was set nearby. Light eyes gazed at his body slave as he was taken so well, and he knew that look having seen it on his face before.
Tiberius' face was contorted in pleasure, eyes closed, swollen mouth parted ever so slightly. It nearly matched the one on Agron's, as the Gladiator was sweating from exertion and Valerius was watching as a particular bead traversed its way down the man's torso. Agron tossed his head back, letting the sound of his pleasure fill the room as he felt his balls tighten, completely filling his body with ripples of pleasure. He leaned down and bit the juncture of the body slave's throat where it met his neck as he came, coating the walls of that channel as he jerked and shuddered.
The pain that seared through Tiberius at the bite had him climaxing as well. The milky white, copious liquid spilling in spurts from the tip of his own cock, whimpers leaving his lips as he ground backwards into the Gladiator wrenching each and every last drop from him. The two collapsed together on the couch, with Agron spooning the young man against him both of them panting to regain senses.
“Come, it is late.” Valerius spoke as Tiberius reluctantly rose from the couch, and retrieved his clothing, tying it quickly. Agron also got to his feet and redressed in his subligaria and other paraphernalia, before he fell into step behind the body slave, who was following his Dominus. Pushing the curtain aside, he spoke, “A fine showing, Gladiator. I shall inform Batiatus of your impressive form.”
“Gratitude Dominus.” Agron said, striding off to his place among the other Gladiators still on display. Though he kept his eyes downcast, he was staring at the young body slave that stood quietly behind his Dominus.
“Ah, Batiatus, a fine display by your Gladiator.” Valerius spoke as the Lanista walked over.
Batiatus grinned, “you flatter.”
“You truly do have the finest stock in Capua. I may have to come back for another visit.”
“Our doors are always open to you, Valerius.”
“I shall keep that in mind. But for now, I must take leave.”
“Ah, understood. Perhaps I shall see you at the Games?”
“Perhaps.” Valerius responded as he snapped his fingers, Tiberius stepping to his side as they began to weave their way through the crowd towards the front doors. Before they got there however, Tiberius paused mid-step only to glance over his shoulder where Agron was still watching him, he graced the gladiator with a soft smile and then he was gone into the night following his Dominus.
~*~ End ~*~