FicWad

Warnings: Gay themes; male/male.
Disclaimer: These characters belong to me, as I created them and built them up. Any use of them after this story will probably be by me.
Special Thanks: I just wanted to thank Kat for doing an emergency beta for me with this!! Thank you so much!!
Notes: This is a gift fic for my Eva-chan, who is such a sweetie and always enjoys reading anything I've written. Girl, this is for you!

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A Gladiator's Ambition

The sun beat down upon the Coliseum, heating the thousands of bodies that had crowded in to watch the spectacle, each one chanting for blood. "Achillus! Achillus! Achillus!" The victor of the match stood at the centre of the arena, his sword dripping with the lifeblood of his fallen opponent. The battle had been fierce; each gladiator having come from the most renowned training schools in all of Rome. Each school housed the most relentless and brutal regiments and the arena was the perfect stage to showcase their skills.

"Achillus! Achillus! Achillus!" The crowed roared for the victor. The fallen gladiator kneeled before him, head tilted back to bear his throat for the final blow. The mob of spectators demanded blood, and it was all that Achillus could do to sate their lust. His sword sliced through the air, cutting through his opponent's neck and spilling his blood on the ground. That simple action alone raised the frenzied mob to new volumes of excitement.

The roar was deafening, yet Achillus heard none of it. His eyes locked onto the emperor as he most powerful man in Rome clapped his approval.

It was slowly becoming worth it...

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For all the adoration and praise, and shouts of lust that he received, Achillus was still a slave, and treated as such at the end of the day. That day's victory, however, had earned him some small favour from his master, Credus, who was vying for acknowledgement from the emperor. Use of the baths was awarded, as well as food and any women he wanted. His master was generous when pleased, and that night he was well beyond delighted with the outcome of the day's events.

Achillus wasted no time in taking advantage of the gifts he'd been given, stripping from his dirty, blood-smeared clothes and washing the grime from his body before stepping into the large, tiled bath that he'd only been allowed in once before. It was the master bath of the house, and the fact that he was allowed exclusive use of it told Achillus just how important his victory had been. He settled into the steaming water, letting the warmth of it soak into his muscles, the oil in the water beading across his skin. He'd been quick to accept the bath and wine that had been offered to him, but had declined the company of any women. They always came willingly after any of his battles, throwing money to his master for the chance to spend some time with him. He would usually indulge in their willing bodies, but for that night, for once, he wished to spend some time alone.

Achillus sighed, the oil clinging to his dark, muscled body, his black hair falling about his shoulders and dipping into the water around him. The food and wine was laid out on a table in an elaborate feast, yet he did not get up to touch any of it. Instead he waited, listening carefully to the light footsteps that entered the bath and slowly made their way towards him.

"I know you're there," he stated suddenly, not opening his eyes.

Aiden faltered in his steps, his bare feet made no sound on the tile, yet Achillus had still heard him. "Sorry," he said, lowering his eyes to the floor. "Father said that you've won another battle that will get him closer to the emperor."

"Your father's ambition is of no interest to me," Achillus said, cracking his eyes open to look sideways at the boy. "What are you doing here?" He watched the scantily clad body as he walked casually to the table with the feast, slender hands reaching out over the food that was laid out to snatch up a pitcher of wine. His creamy white skin and exotically light features were rare enough that it attracted the attention of both men and women alike. Credus had dismissed his son's light complexion as a gift of the gods, but Achillus suspected his mother's indiscretions were more to blame for her son's colouring. Aiden's footsteps on the tile were light as he made his way back to the older man, barely concealed excitement pressing against the thin layers of his robes.

The look on the gladiator's face was stoic, hiding any thoughts he had of how they would spend the night together. Aiden climbed into the bath beside him, pressing the edge of the pitcher to his lips and tilting it back before looking into the older man's dark, glaring eyes. "What?" he asked, feigning innocence.

Achillus frowned at the boy before grabbing the pitcher with one large hand and pressing the rim to his lips. He fully enjoyed the taste as it spilled freely over his pallet and down his chin, but his eyes never left the lighter ones of his master's son.

As the older man drank, Aiden squirmed; pulling his robes down around his shoulders before removing them completely, tossing them onto the tiled floor behind him. Achillus lowered the pitcher from his lips in time to have Aiden snatch it back to take another drink. He watched him do this before reaching out to grab him by the wrist and slide him even closer until he was perched in his lap. "Did you see how well I did today?"

"Yes..." Aiden shifted against the older man. "The people wouldn't stop calling your name, even after you'd left the arena."

"The only person that I want calling my name is you," he said, running a hand up the boy's legs to roughly grab at his erection.

"Ahh," Aiden said, before letting out a moan. "Achillus! Oh, Achillus!" He screamed, before his voice turned to laughter. "Is that what you want me to say? You'll have to do much better than you're doing to get me to say that with any ounce of sincerity."

"Heh," the older man grunted. "When I'm done with you, you won't even be able to speak."

"Promises, promises," Aiden pouted.

Danger flashed in the gladiator's eyes and before the boy knew what happened he had been pulled across Achillus' lap and flipped around so that his back was pressed against the older man's muscled chest. He squirmed against the hardness that pressed against his ass, writhing against the hands that held him still. He was no match for the gladiator and in moments he found his senses under attack by those hands that were roaming all over his body.

Strong fingers travelled with a purpose across his belly and up to his nipple, pinching at the nub and twisting it painfully until the boy cried out in pain. "Ah, ah..." he moaned.

"Looks like I found a weak spot," the gladiator chuckled against his neck before biting down onto the tender flesh. Aiden writhed under the abuse, driving the older man's erection against his ass and spurring Achillus onward.

Achillus bit down and didn't let go. He was like a beast that had finally caught its prey and was slowly tearing it to pieces. His jaw continued to tighten, continued to cut into the boy's neck until he tasted the coppery blood that filled dribbled onto his lips. He released Aiden's neck to inspect the damage, his fingers still working on the boy's nipples and keeping him at the perfect mix of pain and pleasure. His neck was red, with only tiny cuts marking that creamy skin where his teeth had broken through and Achillus lowered his mouth again, this time pressing his teeth into the boy's collarbone.

Aiden opened his mouth to protest, but Achillus' hand shot down to take hold of the boy's erection, squeezing it firmly and turning any words of protest into a drawn out moan. "Ah, stop... stop biting me..." he cried when the gladiator's hand slowed its movements.

"No," he said, squeezing the boy's hardness once to emphasize the word. "I want your father to see what you've been up to. You like being a little slut, and everyone will know it when I'm done with you."

"Stop," Aiden moaned, his head falling back against the older man's muscled shoulder. "I don't... don't do that..."

"No," was the reply, hand squeezing him firmer still. "You came to me. Everyone will know what kind of little whore you have been." He brought a hand up from his nipples, swiftly taking the boy's jaw and twisting him up so that he could capture his lips in a brutal kiss. Aiden's once smug grin was gone and he was begging Achillus to stop while the gladiator's lips devoured him.

"I, no, stop!" He twisted his head away, trying to climb out of the older man's lap, but found his efforts only pressed that burning erection more firmly between the globes of his ass.

"You didn't tell anybody you were coming tonight, did you?" Achillus asked, the smug, certainty of victory thick in his voice. "Don't worry; I'll make sure you know exactly what it's like to have a gladiator fuck you." He released Aiden's erection and gripped his body firmly, rising from the water and carrying the boy up with him.

"No!" Aiden shouted one last time, but Achillus laughed and instead carried him over to the table where the feast was laid out. With one arm he pushed the food to the floor, leaving the table clear for Aiden to be roughly thrown onto it. He splayed out on his back, but Achillus had other plans and pulled him forward, flipping him over so that he was on his stomach with his legs dangling over the edge. "Please... Achillus..."

The gladiator paused, the name seeming to remind him of something before his hands descended to the boy's ass again. This time, however, their caress was gentler, less rough as he kneaded the buttocks and dipped his finger deeper to rub against the tight opening between the firm globes.

The sounds coming from the boy were less frantic, more subdued as the thick digit pushed its way into him.

After a few moments, Aiden began to push back and Achillus quickly seized that moment and inserted another finger inside him. He squeezed it in, pressing deeper than the first had gone and he grinned when the boy spread his legs wider to give him easier access. He spread his fingers apart, pressing against the tight muscle that constricted around the third finger that he pressed inside with more ease. The moans on Aiden's lips were more audible, but still no name was forthcoming and Achillus wouldn't stop until he heard it.

The gladiator became impatient, the rocking hips that pressed back against his hand were becoming more insistent and he decided it was time to cut to the chase. He spit into his hand before lowering it to his own cock to coat it in a thick layer of saliva, then, in one swift movement, he pulled his fingers from the boy and pressed his arousal against the stretched entrance. Immediately it closed off to him, but he wouldn't wait any longer and roughly pressed his hips forward, driving the head of his cock past the first ring of muscle that resisted every inch of his throbbing need. He was vaguely aware of the boy's cries, but he could barely hear him; the sensation of that ass clamping down around him so powerful he thought he might go mad from the feeling alone. That velvet heat griped every inch he pushed inside, every nerve was set on fire and the feeling spread through his body in that familiar cloud of lustful bliss. He couldn't stop, couldn't stop pushing deeper and deeper into that clenching heat until he was buried to the hilt and could go no deeper. Aiden was writhing beneath him, trapped between Achillus and the table, and the more he moved, the more aroused the gladiator became.

"Ready?" Achillus asked more as a courtesy than anything; he had no intention of stopping.

"Y-yes!" was the choked-off reply.

The moment that word left the boy's lips, the gladiator was pulling his hips back and slamming forward again into the willing body beneath him. His fingers dug into the boy's hips, giving him complete control over his movements as he pulled Aiden back to meat his thrusts, driving him deeper and deeper inside that velvet heat.

Aiden was spread out on the table, his hands gripping the opposite edge for dear life as he was fucked harder than he could ever remember. The other men he'd been with didn't have the raw strength and stamina that Achillus did, didn't have the sheer size or experience to strike something inside him that made him scream out as his pleasure was tripled.

Achillus snapped his hips forward, angling his cock inside the boy to strike that button of pleasure that made him scream in ecstasy. Made him scream for more, and every time the boy opened his mouth, Achillus waited to hear his name.

Aiden's moans were a constant stream of sound; high-pitched when the cock pulled out of his tight passage, more guttural when that thick erection was driven into him with unbelievably fast, rhythmic thrusts. He could feel himself nearing the edge, the tightening of his muscles signalled the oncoming orgasm. He couldn't bear it anymore. "Ahh," he bellowed, spreading his legs as wide as he could, pushing his ass out as far as he could. "Achillus! I'm c-ohhh!"

The gladiator drove into the tightening channel, feeling it constrict tighter and tighter around him until he gave up his control and allowed the spasms of his own release take over his body. He ground against Aiden's ass, pressing into him until the last tremors dissipated through his body and he pulled free of the boy's embrace.

He wordlessly climbed stepped away from the table and back into the bath that was, blessedly, still warm. He closed his eyes relaxed back against the tile as he had been before.

Aiden took longer to recover, and stayed sprawled out against the banquet table, basking in the afterglow of his orgasm. He sighed contentedly before lifting his head from the polished wood and stepping back, looking somewhat sheepishly at the mess he'd left on the side before ignoring it and turning back to the gladiator.

Achillus' eyes were closed in silent meditation, his brow furrowed out of habit rather than irritation. He didn't bother to acknowledge Aiden's presence; he'd gotten what he wanted. Anything else the boy had to say was of little interest to him. He was vaguely aware of the light footsteps that padded across the tiled floor, leaving the bath. The familiar silence of solitude met his ears moments later and he sighed, relaxing more into the water. Images of his battle that day replayed in his mind's eye; the flashy moves that had sent shrieks of delight from the spectators, as well as the final strike that had brought the emperor to acknowledge him. He would fight again and again, each time bringing that man's gaze down on him until he had no choice but to grant him his freedom. Nothing would stand in his way, least of all any rewards that climbed into his bed and stroked his ego by screaming his name. Nobody at all.

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Other notes: Achillus is his gladiator name. He has a real one, but only goes by this one while he's still a slave. I suppose he doesn't want his given name used while he's in the social position he's in. His name is a derivation of the Greek god Achilles. Achillus doesn't appear to have any weaknesses, though. Just the cold, hard drive to catch the emperor's eye and get himself freed.

I'd had some trouble deciding what Aiden's role would be in this; slave, or master's son. I'd tried making him a slave that Achillus had won (long backstory), but he was being too passive, and I don't like uber-passive ukes, so now he's the master's son. He's got his own goals and ambitions, and was a bit pissed that he couldn't sway Achillus the way he wanted. His name doesn't sound too Roman, and that's because it's actually of Celtic origin. I'd picked it when I was still planning on having bin be a slave that had been brought over from England/W.Europe. The origin of the boy changed, but the name stuck, so instead he's been named after his real father (a slave from England/W.Europe). Yes, his mother does like being, er, liberal with her affection.

I'll probably write more with these characters, hell, turn it into a series maybe, since Eva-chan didn't like the cold-badass attitude I gave Achillus. Well, I can't have him decide he loves Aiden after one night of fucking in the baths, so it seems like it'll be a long, drawn out affair instead.