Title: Vengeance Disguised
Summary: Brutus’ eyes glint. “I hate you,” he spits. “I hate you.”
Note: Notes: Could be connected to "Treason" and "Acquiesce", but mostly written as a standalone.
Disclaimer: HBO/BBC owns Rome
Antony barely gives Brutus´ room a glance when he steps in, just a once-over, a check to be certain Brutus doesn´t plan any sort of treachery here. It´s best to be cautious, but Antony thinks he understands how Brutus´ mind works; he thinks Brutus won´t try and attack him here, within the sanctuary of his own home, even if he will break the sacred rules surrounding the Senate House.
Antony turns back to Brutus, who closes the door behind him.
Hasn´t changed a bit,’ Antony says, a mocking smile on his face. Same old room, same old Brutus.’ He tilts his head to the side, and fixes a piercing gaze on the form in front of him.
So, you offer us the hand of friendship, Antony,’ Brutus says, through his teeth, something unnamable filling his voice.
Oh, indeed, brother Brutus.’ Antony´s voice is smooth, much smoother than he would have expected. Friendship.’
The clench in Brutus´ jaw is the only warning Antony gets before the explosion of pain along his jaw, the recoil Brutus hits him. It´s so unexpected that Antony finds himself laughing. He´s taken much worse than that. And here I was,’ Antony mocks lowly, believing violence was the tactic of a common soldier, not a nobleman like yourself.’
Brutus´ eyes glint. I hate you,’ he spits. I hate you.’
Antony meets Brutus´ gaze, squarely, with the aura of smug superiority that he knows Brutus loathes. You only hate me because you know you´ve already lost.’
Brutus grimaces, and he starts to turn away from Antony.
Antony takes Brutus´ arm and drags him in close. Brutus makes a token struggle, but Antony is still stronger, still faster, and Antony considers it a victory of the sweetest kind when Brutus´ mouth clashes with his. Now Brutus doesn´t try to get away, no, on the contrary he kisses back just as hard, tongue and teeth fighting Antony´s dominance, his hands on Antony´s neck.
There´s not just anger there, though. Antony can feel a current of something else, something desperate running through Brutus´ body.
And he wants to tear Brutus apart, and rend him until there´s nothing left.
Then there are torn clothes, bare skin, and Antony shoves Brutus to the bed, climbs on top of him. Brutus fights dirty a knee in the ribs and Antony backhands him across the face, one of his fingernails leaving a sliver of a cut.
He pushes Brutus´ legs up No,’ Brutus insists, and he spits out a curse, but he can´t win against Antony, he never could. Antony slips the tip of his thumb inside.
They´ve done this so many times before; Brutus´ body is reacting, without much conscious thought, his cock stiffening with blood. But the rest of him is reflexively relaxing, because he´s grown used to Antony fucking him this way.
Antony doesn´t bother with preparing Brutus, stretching him. He just spits, slicks himself, and starts forcing inside Brutus´ entrance, his hand already covering Brutus´ mouth, muffling the shriek of pain. Antony doesn´t care how much Brutus is hurt; in fact, he likes it, even though he knows Brutus could never suffer as much as Caesar had.
Brutus caves in to Antony´s invasion, just like he always has, even since that first time. He just seems to open, and Antony just seems to fit, even though this time it´s rough and there´s pain, so much pain, between them.
Antony feels it when Brutus wraps his legs, willingly, around Antony´s waist, when he stops pushing against the hand that holds his mouth closed.
Antony pulls away his hand, unbalanced, surprised suddenly. Brutus doesn´t cry out, doesn´t yell for slaves or groan in pain. He just breathes, gasping for air, his eyes closed, long eyelashes delicately contrasting with the skin underneath.
A drop of blood, from the cut on Brutus´ cheek, spills over. Antony watches it wander down the planes of Brutus´ face, and he leans down and licks it, the copper tang spreading across his tongue. He feels Brutus´ choked inhalation, and Brutus´ lashes flicker open, flooded with clear liquid, damp around the corners of his eyes.
Antony clenches, inside, disgusted at Brutus´ weakness, but at the same time there´s a new feeling wrapping it´s way around his spine. He drags his hips Antony,’ Brutus moans, so softly and Antony dips down and kisses him.
Brutus doesn´t fight this time, just greets Antony´s tongue with a shyness Antony hasn´t felt since their first coupling, in the camp. It seems like decades ago when Caesar was still alive. Brutus makes a soft noise and Antony delves in, opening Brutus´ jaw and tonguing along the inside of his mouth.
Brutus slips a hand around the back of Antony´s neck, and when they break apart, foreheads still touching, Antony, please,’ Brutus begs.
Antony knows exactly how Brutus likes to be fucked, and he does just that, right there. Brutus squirms in shocked pleasure, spine arching, and Antony reaches a hand down to Brutus´ cock.
When he wraps his fingers around the base, Brutus goes quiet, choking off his noises, like he always does when he´s concentrating, trying to bring his mind back under his own control. Antony runs his hand up and down Brutus´ cock, and Brutus gasps inarticulately. He´s getting close, Antony can feel it. He always knows, with Brutus.
Antony swallows Brutus´ cry as orgasm pulses through him, touched by the hand of Venus. Antony shudders through his pleasure too, because the sight and feel of Brutus is always too much for him to bear.
Antony pulls out of Brutus, falling next to him on the bed.
Brutus is crying now, tears slipping out of his eyes, his breath coming in uneven gasps. Antony feels overcome by something he can´t name, and he pulls Brutus in, burying Brutus´ face in his chest.
I´m sorry,’ Brutus sobs against him, and Antony holds him so secure, torn inside. Brutus isn´t doing anything but making this harder; he killed Antony´s friend. He killed Caesar, and Antony will have to take revenge. Sooner or later, he will kill Brutus because he has to.
Gods, he wishes somehow Brutus were redeemable, that he hadn´t committed such a horrible act. He wishes that he could have taken control of Brutus before his mother´s manipulations had corrupted him, twisted him beyond anything recognizable.
But he hadn´t, and he would have to live with that forever.
For now, he lets Brutus stay close, and have this moment of comfort. Because, as Anthony knows, for Brutus there won´t be many more moments like this to come before the end.
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