Author: Merle_P -- email
Pairing/Character: Lucius Vorenus/Marc Antony
Rating: NC 17
Summary: "When Marc Antony first noticed – really noticed – Vorenus, he was busy with the punishment of Legionnaire Titus Pullo."
Disclaimer: HBO/BBC owns Rome
When Marc Antony first noticed really noticed Vorenus, he was busy with the punishment of Legionnaire Titus Pullo. Antony watched the scene from his horse and felt himself growing hard from the idea of being punished by Centurion Lucius Vorenus. The feeling took him by surprise, since Marc Antony was not a man who liked to be punished, who liked to be whipped, not even in the bedroom. But there was something about this man that made Antony want to get on his hands and knees and beg to be fucked senseless, and he wasn't sure if this amused - or frightened him.
When he'd summoned Vorenus to tell him about the Eagle, he'd leered at him, taking in the handsome features behind that always surly expression, the perfect build under the not too well fitting uniform, and he'd enjoyed the revelation that he could make Lucius Vorenus squirm uncomfortably under his gaze. He handed him the money and sent him away, but when he watched him leaving, knowing that it would be almost impossible to get the Eagle back, he felt a pang of regret that Lucius Vorenus would probably die before Antony could find out how he looked like when he came.
When he'd called Lucius Vorenus to make him an offer he couldn't reject (or so he thought), he'd been naked, spread-eagled, a slave cleaning him with oleum and strigilis, and he hadn't cared if Vorenus could see how Antony got half-hard as soon as he approached. Had wanted him to see. And Antony could tell that Vorenus, in spite of himself, liked what he was seeing, could tell it from the way Vorenus tensed and tried to keep his head.
But still, Vorenus had turned down his offer, had declined the chance to be an evocatus, had rejected the money, and Antony wondered what would have happened if he'd welcomed him in his tent. He imagined how he would have forced him to go on the floor, how he would have pushed inside, without stretching, without oil, and how Vorenus would have enjoyed that, the pleasure, the pain, how he would have begged for release. Maybe he would have accepted his offer, then, too.
When Vorenus had finally come to remind him of his offer, when he had come to beg, Antony pretended to be cool, but he cheered inwardly. When pulled him close to deliver the traditional kiss on the cheek, he let it last a bit longer than neccessary, lingered on the kiss, brushing his lips against Vorenus' cheekbone, and he triumphed when he felt Vorenus' cock stirring against his tigh. Vorenus tried to back out, but Antony held him close, pressing his own hard-on against Vorenus' hip to show him how he felt. Later, he regretted that he hadn't told Vorenus to suck him, just because, and wondered if Vorenus would have done it, right after he'd vowed to be loyal to him till death.
When Lucius Vorenus admitted to Caesar that he had let escape Pompeius and his family, Antony had scolded Caesar for not killing him. Partly, maybe, because he meant it, but mostly because he was scared to find out just how relieved he was that Vorenus wasn't dead. And because he hated to see that Pullo had survived as well, hated to see how Vorenus backed him up, how close they were standing. Because he had a feeling that if there was a man Vorenus would ever allow to take him, it would be Pullo.
When Antony finally cornered Vorenus, it was excactly like he'd imagined and yet so much different.
After Caesar had summoned Lucius Vorenus to the senate and appointed him senator, Antony had intended to simply slap his back and leave, but having left the building already, he turned around to tell Vorenus he wanted to see him later. An when a slave led Vorenus into his private room in Pompeius' Antony's house, closing the door behind them, he was waiting, naked except for a simple cloth around his waist. Vorenus looked stern, but not surprised, somehow, and when Antony told him to get out of his toga, he did so, hesitantly, but without asking. Antony had planned to make him get on his knees at first, but when he saw him standing there, proud and uncompromising, body tense, cock big and erect, he couldn't resist the urge to get on his knees himself and take him into his mouth. He knew that Vorenus could have killed him easily, unarmed and naked at his feet, but Antony wasn't afraid - Lucius Vorenus was too smart to kill Caesar's friend, and too much of an soldier to fight his commander openly. Of course, Vorenus still tried to resist, tried not to enjoy what Antony was doing. However, the sounds that Vorenus tried to supress but came out nevertheless were almost enough to drive Antony over the edge. And when he had bent him over his desk, later, ramming into him with long strokes, Vorenus instinctively pushed against him, craving for more. At first, he said Pullo, then he panted Antony, and when he finally shouted Jupiter, Antony smiled, knowing that he'd found that spot.
When they'd finished, Antony didn't pull out immediately, didn't want to let go of that body underneath his own. When he finally did so, Vorenus straightened up and stepped away from the desk, turning his back to him, looking down. Antony thought that he was avoiding his eyes, that he didn't want to face the man who had humiliated him, but suddenly he realized that Vorenus was staring at his toga, a heap of white cloth on the floor. Then Vorenus looked up, straight into his eyes, and said, with the tiniest hint of a smile: How am I supposed to put this back on by myself?
And Antony heard himself replying in a voice that was almost soft: I can help you. He wrapped the fabric around Vorenus' body, like a wife did for her husband, and he didn't feel in the least ashamed.
When Caesar was murdered, Antony's world was torn apart. There was so much to do, to think of, to care for. And after the death of Vorenus' wife, he and Pullo were even closer than before. So there was no point in trying to continue it. But sometimes, when there was no woman, no boy around to mount, when Antony was taking care of himself, he thought of Lucius Vorenus, pretended that it was Vorenus' hand wrapped around his cock, and when he came, finally, hard, he did with a smile.
Disclaimer:Characters (real and fictional) aren't mine, no money is made with these stories and history isn't changed. Damn.