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Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], smut, minors DNI, new relationship, arguments, harsh words, longing, Graphic depictions of violence, Canon typical Violence, bad opionions on women that would have been the norm at the time, talk of Stds, Madness, Cruely, Animal Cruelty, Gladiators, fighting, blood and gore, injury description, p in v, creampie, cum play, a little rough, Cunnilingus, fingering, consensual!, hes a big man, orgasm denial, one orgasm after another 🚨SLOW BURN🚨
Summary: BRED FOR COMBAT. BUILT FOR WAR. Aurellia lives in the shadows of her brothers, the tyrant twin Emperors. When a General returns for war and shows her kindness she is not used to she begins to fall for him. Not realising that she is stepping right into a conspiracy to depose her brothers and save Rome from their violent rule. Will love and hope to prevail or will the carefully laid plans fall through, causing defeat and ruin for all involved?
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Previous Chapter
“Oh, must I attend, Melissa? I really don’t think I can bear another evening of my brothers speaking as though they had any part in the Generals' conquest of Numidia.” Whined, Aurellia plonking herself down on her bed and then throwing herself backwards so that she was lying down on it. “I really don’t think I can stomach, listening to how many people were killed. And for what, so they can have their names in the history books.”
“I’m afraid that your brothers insist on your attendance.” Melissa, said, picking up a pitcher of oil and moving from the room to the bathroom, attached to her suite in the place.
“Gods, I wish that things would go back to the way they once were. When they would play their games and leave me out of them.” She moaned, moving her arm so that her forearm was covering her eyes.
“I hope history writes of them the way that they are, not the most powerful men in the world but rather mad little boys that go feral at the sight of blood.” She mumbled.
“You know why they have decided to include you, don’t you?” Said Melissa. The old woman walked back into the room, standing in the middle of it, folding her arms and looking down at the girl.
Melissa had been gifted as a slave to her mother by her father. Her mother had offered her freedom many a time, but the woman had always refused. Saying that being owned by the family offered her protection from the people of her past that intended to harm her. When Aurellia’s mother had died, the ownership of the female slave had fallen to her. She, as her mother had done, offered the woman freedom, and then employment. But just as she had in the past, she declined, again repeating that she needed the protection of the family. Aurellia had argued countless times that the people who intended to harm her were likely long dead, and if not, then forgotten whatever sins she had committed in her youth. But Melissa simply laughed and told her that she had no intention of leaving. Now she was alone in the world with no one but her evil brothers for company.
“Yes, because I am their only threat to the throne. They need to ensure that people see that we are united.” Recited Aurellia for what felt like the thousandth time.
She sat up on the bed, swinging her legs and watching the woman fuss around with the petals on the table. There is an array of colours, all of them in different ornate bowls. Melissa picked up a handful of one and then a sprinkle of another, trying to get the perfect mixture for Aurellia’s bath.
“You need to follow them and do as they say, until the time is right for you to overthrow them.” Said Melissa at a volume that made Aurellia cringe.
Aurellia sprung from the bed, her finger pressed to her lips, in an attempt to hush Mellissa. As though the action alone would make the words retreat into her mouth, away from dangerous ears. Her light dressing gown fluttering around her, only secured to her body by a tie at the waist. She looked around the room as though guards were going to spring from the delicate curtains of the windows and arrest them.
“You must take care, and not say such dangerous words at such volume.” She said as the old woman turned to her and looked her in the eye.
“The time is coming now, Aurellia and you need to be prepared. There is a plan in play.” the woman's words had a harsher tone to them, not in the way that would be considered scornful, but rather words that were intent on warning the recipient.
“I have no desire to rule Rome, only to be free of my brothers.” Whispered Aurellia, searching the woman's features for any hint of what she was talking about. “I know not of what plan you are talking about, but I do know that it doesn’t involve me. Good luck to whoever claims the throne.”
“Regardless of whether you are or are not involved. The people who are loyal to your brothers will believe you to be behind it. The-“ she stopped, almost slipping up and spilling the name of the man behind it. “The man orchestrating it is well aware of the danger you will be in and has made sure that you will be safe during and following his war against the current Emperors of Rome.”
“Melissa, why are you telling me this now, do you mean for us to escape now?” She queried, looking around the room. “Have you packed?” She asked, grasping the woman’s arm. "Are we to be free of this place tonight?"
“No, you are not to escape tonight. You are to stay here and act as though everything is normal.”
“How am I to act as though everything is normal now you have told me that it isn’t. You should have just not told me at all. Gods, maybe you could tell me who is behind it so that I might be put a little at ease?”
“I can’t, if it goes wrong, and it is revealed you know anything about this plan you will be killed by your brothers. You know what they are capable of, that is not a fate I would let you meet. I promised your mother.” Said Melissa, pulling her hands from the grasp of Aurellia and busying herself again mixing the petals together in the bowl in front of her.
Aurellia studied the old woman’s worn features for a few minutes, but the woman didn’t give up any more information.
“Would you kill me?” asked Aurellia, looking at the woman, this time with measured compassion on her face.
Melissa turned to her, a little shock evident on her face.
“If it were to spare you from the fate your brothers would condemn you to, yes. But only if you asked.” said Melissa, her old eyes somehow seeming warm even though her words carried such weight.
“Great,” Muttered Aurellia, her eyes falling to the floor. “Now I really don’t want to go to dinner.” She whispered, sitting on the chair next to the table Melissa was working on.
“General Acacius will be there.” Said Melissa, not taking her eyes from the petals as she lifted the lid of a pot and grabbed some herbs out of it to sprinkle into the mix.
A smile made its way onto the woman’s thin lips, but she didn’t look in the direction of Aurellia.
“Why would that make a difference to me?” Asked, Aurellia looking away from the woman in the hope that she wouldn’t see the blush on her face.
“Well if I were going to dinner, sitting next to a man like him would certainly make a more fun affair.” Smiled Melissa, her tone taking on a hint of something Aurellia couldn’t place.
“I have had enough stories of war, I really don’t have the patience to listen to any more.”
“I certainly would if they were coming from the lips of a man as fine as him.” Smiled Melissa, finally seeming happy with her mixture of petals.
“I can’t say I have noticed, my time with him was short.” Said Aurellia standing up and untying and retying her dressing gown.
“I got, but a glimpse of the man gilded in gold, but that was enough for me to see why every woman in Rome wants a piece of him.” Smiled Melissa.
“Well, perhaps he might be a welcome distraction from the dangerous plot you speak of but refuse to fully inform me of.”
“Come now, my child, let's also give the General something pretty to look at so he too can make it through the dinner with your insufferable brothers.” She smiled, picking up the bowl in one hand and linking her other arm with Aurellia’s.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
When the deed was done, Geta would quickly get his desired relief and make it known that he wanted to be left alone. He is someone that is not particularly interested in cuddling or pillow talks, so he only started doing it as you two saw each other more frequently.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
He likes his torso and chest since he has been able to sculpture it. But for his partner, his favourite would be their neck, the sensation of it beneath his lips and nails drives him to madness.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He likes to come outside, since to him is a way of marking another person without other risks. As you two grow closer, tho, he will start coming inside too, saying how much he wants you to get pregnant.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
One morning, both of you were having breakfast on his room, and you licked some honey from your fingers, making him have an idea. Next thing you know, his tongue is all over your body, licking you clean after he poured threads of honey all over your skin.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He has plenty of experience on what he likes since he has had a few lovers, so you'll need to be patient to let him learn about what you like.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Loooves to see you on your knees looking up at him, even if it's just resting your head on his lap. He also likes you riding him so he can suck on your nipples and play with your ass.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He might tease you and make you chuckle at first, but he loves to get serious all of a sudden, making you unable to do anything else but moan.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He trims and takes care of it, but won't fully shave down there.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
At first, he isn't that much thoughtful of how "attentive" he is being, only making sure you also cum (because he wants to hold certain reputation) but as time goes by he gets more heated with you, enjoying every part of your body.
In a similar way, even when he confesses that he is interested in you, he wont pamper you with compliments, saying only what he finds enough. He wont either like it if you try to overcompliment him; only enjoying when you point out something that its too obvius to deny. As time go by and you see each other more and more, he becomes sweeter and more delicate, paying more atenttion to you and also enjoying any sweet words you have for him.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Why should he pleasure himself when he has slaves and concubines? Same thing even when you are together.
He will order someone to find you and get you and either try to be subtle and seduce you or just admit how much he needs you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He is always the dominant one.
He does not have to be it all the time, but even though he can be soft, gentle and charming, he is not going to be submissive. Being that said, taunt him and degrade him juuust enough, and you won't be able to walk for a week.
He also enjoys a bit of pain, so scratch his back, hold his neck tight and bite his hand when he muffles you, he will let you know how much he loves it.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He has a bit of a public/thrill of being found out fantasy, and has been found in very precarious places. Behind a pillar here, a small, hidden room there. If you even suggest riding him on his throne, you won't be able to even walk up there because of how fast he will carry you on his shoulder to get there.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
This man is easy to pursue if you know how to talk to him. Bat your eyelashes a little and say that you miss him and that's enough for him.
At the same time, tease him and taunt him about how you are not sure if he will be able to do something (like making you cum) and his ego will do the rest.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Not being in control is a huge no for him, so, for example, tying him down will only happen if he trusts that you will do only things he likes and wants.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He is not really used to give since he hasn't really bothered about other people's pleasure, but if you know how to push his buttons and say something like "yeah, it's okay, you can't be good at everything" to tease him how XYZ lover did it so much better, he will get to town.
The only thing, I feel like he will get impatient, so at firts he will only do it when he knows it can make you come quick; once he get the trick on how to make you scream his name he will make sure everyone knows how good of a lover he can be.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He loves a fast pace, specially if he can either see or hear how you bounce on him. As you too meet more often, he can get more lovey-dovey but it aaaalways gets up getting heated and fast.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves them, both for how risky they can get and how fast he can make you come.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He is the one suggesting stuff to you and just seeing if you are okay with it. About what he suggests, i would leave it up to y'all.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
2 to 3 if it has been a short while. 4 and even 5 if he has been a long time since he could have you. It will leave him panting and sweaty, enjoying the mess that he has made of you.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
i dead ass feel like it will make him jealous 💀💀💀 like he would say something like "you are only allowed to come on my dick" or something like that
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He usually won't do it in public or social situations since he has scold his brother for such manners before.
If you two are alone, he may lay down on the same sofa where you are seated and trace his fingers on your skin softly, both to just feel you and make you remember that he can just do that and more if he wanted to.
If you decide to tease him in private, he would like to see how far you are able to get it through. But tease him too much, and he will make you beg to come, leaving you on the edge.
Pray for your soul of you decide to tease him outside the bedroom.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He gets loud. He moans he grunts he huffs a d he swears.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
He has a very sensitive neck. Kiss it softly and you'll swear you heard him purr just right before he throws you to the bed.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
10,5 cm, thick, and a small mole on the right side of his crotch
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He can do good for 4 days without neither sex nor masturbation, then he either pleases himself or takes you, whatever he can do at that moment.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
At first he would come, turn around and sleep. Now he cuddles you a little and checks that you are okey before falling sleep.
For the sake of the narrative, we will exclude that our little meow meow has syphilis.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
I think he would either crash out and fall sleep or just get up, get dressed and keep on with his day if you two just have done it in the middle of the day.
If there's time and he is not tired, he would spend some time teasing you and trying to make you laugh as you cuddle. He might have responsibilities, but he also wants to be as close to his partner as posible.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His own: His favorite part of himself is his hands. He enjoys how rough they are after training and working hard.
His partner’s: I feel like he would have thing for resting his head on his partner's lap, even nuzzle there; extra points if he gets his hair brushed with their fingers.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He loves to mark you, so cumming either inside or outside is good for him.
If you let him do it inside he will get so happy, staring at it and maybe even playing with his fingers. Let him clean it out with his mouth, and you'll have him ready for a second round in a moment.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
If you are stronger than him, he won't admit it, but he loves to be tossed around, and not in a gentle or delicate way. Carry him on your shoulder, and he will be squirming of how exited he gets.
Also, he likes to watch, so if you both fancy anyone, he wouldn't mind AT ALL seeing you get knocked out by them. The only pay-off will be making you repeat over and over how much you prefer him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Due to his temper, he may not have a stable relationship or lover, but he did have a few… He at least knows what he likes.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Again, I feel like he likes to watch and see, so you on top so he can see your face and missionary are a classic.
If you make him angry or jealous, I feel like he would angry-fuck you either with a matting press or doggy style as he holds your head down :)
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
They are goofy, both in a funny and charming way since they like to make you laugh and get flustered, but also he likes to tease you the fuck out.
I just feel like he talks and rambles a lot once he gets comfy with someone, so once he gets into bed with you he will start talking and making you questions and explaining stuff.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
I know he has the most precious bush and happy trail down there (i don't care that Romans shaved).
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
I feel that him being romantic would only happen in a possessive way. After all, he is so happy that you are only his.
Wanting to hear how good is it, how great he is, how no one else makes you feel like this. It will get him going for looong, needing to hear you for as much as you can bear it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Once a day, even if he knows he will see you. Twice if he is stressed. And I feel like he huffs and groans just a little while he does it.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
He actually loves it if you are able to keep up with his tease. Like, he is just an undomed brat, and if you are able to dom him a little once in a while you will be able to even hear him whimper your name over and over and over. Pull his hair a little, make him beg and ask nicely, don't let him cum until he knows how to behave…
He is still the emperor tho, and he will make sure you remember that next time.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
Since he is the emperor he truly believes that he can do it anywhere and everywhere. He has thought of finger you as you sit on his lap while he watches the gladiators fight on the arena, he also loves when you two go to the royal baths together and he can get handsy on you without being bothered… But I feel like his bed is his favourite place, specially since its where you get louder.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Honestly, you being touchy and gentle to him is enough to make him feel flustered. But if you want him to drop whatever he might be doing, pull him from his necklaces with one finger and kiss him, even better if they are tight on him.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
Getting hit. One thing is a playfuy spank from you or knowing that you like getting spanked, but another is using a lot of force on him or you.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
I feel like he likes more receiving than giving, but it's still quite equal to how much everyone gets. And I KNOW he makes it sloppy when he gets more freaky, even slurping as he looks at you with a teasing smirk.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? Etc.)
He gives you a moment to settle, and then he moves at a decent peace, not quick, not slow, just building your climax steady. He will get either faster or slower once you say you are close, depending on how merciful he is that day.
And again, I believe that this man will angry-fuck you if you make him jealous or just piss him off. Not assuring that you'll come if it happens.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He loves it. It helps him to decompress on bad days and are fun to do if he finds you alone in a secluded room of the palace.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He may hear stuff from other court members and concubines and suggest them to you.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)
Usually 2, even if they have jacked off that day.
On good days when he is not tired, he can go up to 3 rounds if you give him time.
T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He loves the idea of using toys, both on him and you, but won't let you use toys alone. Either he is using them on you or he is watching you used them (and he learns that seeing you masturbate in front of him, pleading for hin to touch you, makes his mouth drool).
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
HE TEASES A LOT. He will caress and pet you in front of others, maybe even suddenly kiss your neck and softly bite your earlobe, or suddenly whisper in your ear as you are having lunch how much he wants you to ride his face, turning pround and make it seem as if nothing had happened.
Make him pay it off he will be so so happy... that he will do it again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He is vocal, he talks to you, he asks questions, he wants to hear you. He may sometimes moan, but it's more of a huffer and groans. If you overstimulate him, he will whimper.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
I feel like he would sometimes make animal noises 💀 like not even in a kinky way, he just suddenly does it, like bark or imitate Dondus.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Almost 10 cm, proportionally thick
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He can function without you on his bed for like a week, but after that either he masturbates more or once he sees you, you won't leave his bed for a while…
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
You end up knowing when he needs to get the done did and just fall to sleep, and when he wants to cuddle and chit-chat as the tiredness of the day brings you both to sleep.
Are We Living, Just to Die? | Marcus Acacius | Gladiator II
Chapter 2: The Bite of a Blade, Stings.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3- Comming soon
One or more parts in this story will include the following:
Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], smut, minors DNI, new relationship, arguments, harsh words, longing, Graphic depictions of violence, Canon typical Violence, bad opionions on women that would have been the norm at the time, talk of Stds, Madness, Cruely, Animal Cruelty, Gladiators, fighting, blood and gore, injury description, p in v, creampie, cum play, a little rough, Cunnilingus, fingering, consensual!, hes a big man, orgasm denial, one orgasm after another 🚨SLOW BURN🚨
Summary: BRED FOR COMBAT. BUILT FOR WAR. Aurellia lives in the shadows of her brothers, the tyrant twin Emperors. When a General returns for war and shows her kindness she is not used to she begins to fall for him. Not realising that she is stepping right into a conspiracy to depose her brothers and save Rome from their violent rule. Will love and hope to prevail or will the carefully laid plans fall through, causing defeat and ruin for all involved?
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Previous Chapter
She had been ready and dressed for little more than twenty minutes before the sound of the horn indicated the arrival of General Acacius interrupted the mid-morning silence of the palace. She hurried quickly to where her brothers were waiting, silently stepping behind them, trying to avoid catching the eye of anyone looking. A couple of the senates either side of her were mumbling something under their breaths, but they stopped talking the moment a horn announced the arrival of the General.
Her brothers were standing in front of her, and to their left and right the men of the senate stood, ready to welcome Romes' hero back from war. Her two brothers were clad in armour that seemed to be made entirely of gold. Geta was still wearing his white, gold hemmed cloak, but Caracalla had stropped about it touching his ankles and had proceeded to throw it at the head of one of the unlucky women tasked with dressing him. She assumed that they were attempting to make themselves look like fighters, but they just seemed like boys cosplaying warriors. Neither one of them having held a sword in anything that could be called a fair fight.
She stepped forwards, following her brothers to the top of the steps. Listening as the crowd that had gathered to welcome The General home go wild as he stepped from his chariot at the base of the steps.
Rose petals had been sprinkled on the white marble, from this distance it almost looked as though blood had been splattered across the steps. She watched as The General walked up towards them.
Aurellia hadn’t met him before, even though he had spent a great deal of time fighting for her brothers. She had done her best to avoid engagements with men that favoured violence, instead filling her time with those that found happiness in scrolls and literature. Of which there were not a great deal, none in fact that were in any way close enough to her in age to be thought of as attractive.
He was a sight to behold, his armour brilliant white. Gold accents adorned every part of him. They reflected the sun and made it seem as though a god was walking up the steps towards them. His sword at his hip, disgustingly beautiful for something that was designed only to kill. He didn’t have a cloak like her brother but rather a strip of fabric fastened to each shoulder, draping beatify behind him almost reaching the floor. The way he held himself was that of a true warrior. Her brothers looked like children next to him.
As he reached the top of the steps, her brothers stepped forwards and she followed them. Trying to remain out of sight, but she didn’t succeed. Catching the eye of The General for just a moment before his attention focused on Geta and Caracalla. He placed his right arm across his chest.
“Emperor Geta,” he started, his smooth baritone voice suiting him in an impossibly perfect way. He turned his head to her other brother, arm still across his chest in a sign of respect. “Emperor Caracalla.” He nodded.
“General Acacius.” Said Geta, his tone respectful, but there was a thread of boredom laced within it.
“I have taken Numidia, in your names” Said Acacius, either not noticing or not caring for the Emperor's tone. Seemingly as bored with this event as the two Emperors were, but doing a better job of hiding it. “That your dominion may eclipse that of every Emperor who came before you.” He turned to address Caracalla as he ended his sentence before turning back to Geta.
She watched the vein in his neck pop out at little as he spoke. As though the act of addressing the Emperors was more taxing that it seemed.
“Crown him with Laurels brother.” Said Caracalla, turning to his brother, a sly smile on his face.
Geta turned to his left and picked up the golden laurels that had been prepared for this very moment. He turned back to the general and stepped forwards, placing the golden crown on his beautiful head of curls.
She watched as The General tilted his head a little to allow the Emperor to reach with a little more ease, she took this moment to really take in his features.
He had a scar that started on the apple of his right cheek and struck up towards his sideburn. His beard was littered with grey, but he didn’t look old. He was a man in his prime, the grey was likely caused by the stress of many battles. A large nose that suited his face and a strong jaw. He was beautiful, almost too pretty to be a warrior.
The crowd erupted into cheers as the crown touched the Generals head. The senates to her left and right began clapping, and she joined in as her brother stepped away from him. Raising his arms as though the cheers of the people were for him and him alone.
“Come inside, we must all drink to your victory.” He said, turning and clapping The General on his back.
Acacius clenched his jaw and caught her eye as her brothers guided him forwards into the place.
“Come sister.” Said Caracalla, grabbing her wrist as he passed her. “You must join us.”
She and her two brothers, followed General Acacius into the throne room a little way inside the palace. It was only when they descended the steps did Caracalla let go of her wrist and allow her to walk behind them.
The General was taller than both of her brothers, and taller than most men she had seen before. He stood at over six feet, possibly more. He was broad shouldered too, with large arms partially hidden by the fabric of his tunic. It made her think about how horrible it must be to watch a man like that run at you, sword drawn, covered in the blood of your brethren.
Acacius slowed his walk and Caracalla moved in front of him as Geta moved to the left to swipe some goblets of wine from the table. A slave was hastily pouring them out, not realising this would be the room they would retreat to.
“In honour of your conquest,” he started, his cloak swishing behind him as he strode over carrying the goblets. “There will be games in the colosseum.”
Caracalla’s eyes lit up as he looked at his brother. Acacius face, however, did not, which seemed a little strange to her.
What man who fought for Rome wouldn't want to have games in the colosseum thrown in his honour?
A slave, to her left, handed her a goblet of wine. She took it with a smile and focused her attention back on her brothers and their guest, who was becoming more interesting with every passing moment. A slave put a goblet of wine in Geta's hand as he handed to two he had been holding to his brother and to Acacius.
“I require no games in my honour.” He said, his voice so much more commanding than that of her brothers. “Serving the senate and the people of Rome is honour enough for me.” He said with a ghost of a smile, moving to cheers his goblet against Geta's.
Geta pulled his away.
“You are too modest Acacius,” he said and Aurellia’s stomach flipped. He was irritated, and The General had insulted him in a way that he didn’t understand. “It does not suit a General as accomplished as yourself.”
The smile on Acacius face faltered a little before he smiled warmly at her brother as Geta finally clinked his goblet against the goblet of Acacius.
“The glory is yours not mine.” Said Acacius.
Aurellia chewed the inside of her lip, he was good. Talking to the princes in a way that kept your head on your shoulder was difficult, but then again, a man doesn't get where he is without knowing how to manipulate a man with relitive ease.
“I only ask for some rest-bite from war.” He said, his smile falling from his lips.
His big brown eyes seemed to get bigger, as though he were silently begging with them. She knew her brothers had a thirst for violence and power, this man would likely only know peace when he was laid to rest.
“I want only to enjoy Rome and all it has to offer.” His eyes caught Aurellia’s again, and she looked away, her breath catching in her throat.
Caracalla stepped in front of him, seeming to attempt to square up to the man, but he was a head and shoulder shorter so it looked sillier than it did intimidating. Geta turned away from the two men and drew his sword, raising it and twisting in the light, seemingly captivated by the way it sparkled for a moment as his brother talked.
“Remember the privileges we have granted you? You should not ignore such an occasion.” Said Caracalla, tilting his head to the side slightly, a devious glint in his eyes.
“There are victories still yet to come.” Interrupted Geta, turning back to face Acacius, still holding his sword high.
He turned to Acacius who didn’t flinch as other men might have at the sight of the sword. Not even when he placed the sword on his right shoulder.
“Persia,” Continued Geta, bouncing the sword off Acacius’ shoulder and using the momentum to move it over his head and touch the other shoulder. “India.” He moved the blade closer to Acacius face, but he still didn’t flinch, but his face had taken on a harder expression. “Both must be conquered.” He said the blade sliding closer to Acacius’ neck.
Aurellia winced as she saw blood come from where the blade touched the skin, but the man still didn’t flinch. A sword to his neck, one flick of the wrist away from death, and Acacius didn’t so much as blink.
“Rome has so many subjects.” Started Acacius, his voice now with a dangerous edge that was sharper than the blade as his neck.
She could see her brother, physically recoil a little at the tone. But he kept his blade on the neck of the General, in a vain attempt to pretend he was the one in control of the conversation.
“She must feed them.” Continued Acacius, almost snarling out the last few words.
He lifted his hand and batted the sword from his neck as though it were nothing more than a bothersome fly. Her brother looking at him with hatred in his eyes. His face fighting a loosing battle to retain ther same sort of nonchalant expression, Acacius did with ease.
“They can eat war.” Chuckled, Caracalla looking down at the blood on Geta's still raised blade with a smile before grinning up at Acacius.
Geta swung the sword and for a moment, she feared that he was about to lose it and strike The General down in the middle of the room, but instead he threw it. The sword landing, skittering across the floor and falling into the Koi pond with a splash that echoed around the silent room.
“Your triumphs will be celebrated, as attributed to the greatness of the Roman people.” He said, raising his hand for Acacius to kiss.
She could see the vein in Acacius’ neck bulge for a second, and he clenched his jaw and nodded his head. Taking her brother's hand in his and kissing the knuckles.
Geta swung around, his cape flaring out behind him.
“Come bother,” he said, gesturing at Caracalla. “We have games to plan.”
With that, the two of them strode out of the room, leaving Acacius and Aurellia alone.
She stepped forwards towards him, emboldened by the absence of her brothers. She turned to look over at the Koi pond, Acacius glancing in that direction too. The two of them watched one of the slaves pull the sword from the pond. He turned back to face her. She lifted her hand, and he flinched, she smiled. Then she gently wiped the blood from his wound with her finger. Looking down at it for a moment, she looked back up at him.
“I think that is the first time that sword of his has ever tasted blood. Likely the last time, too.” She smiled. “I apologise for my brothers' outburst, I will do what I can to delay their dreams of war to offer you some rest after such an achievement.”
“I appreciate that, my lady.” He replied with a nod, and the first genuine smile she had seen adorn his lips thus far.
“Aurellia,” she replied. “My name is Aurellia.”
He titled his head a look of curiosity flooding onto his face. She turned from him, placing her untouched goblet of wine on the table and retreating from the room. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she left.
Chapter 3: Pretty Men Make Good Distractions From Dangerous Plots
Are We Living, Just to Die? | Marcus Acacius | Gladiator II
Chapter 1: Two Brothers and Their Sister
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3- Comming soon
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Warnings/ Tags: SMUT[NSFW], smut, minors DNI, new relationship, arguments, harsh words, longing, Graphic depictions of violence, Canon typical Violence, bad opionions on women that would have been the norm at the time, talk of Stds, Madness, Cruely, Animal Cruelty, Gladiators, fighting, blood and gore, injury description, p in v, creampie, cum play, a little rough, Cunnilingus, fingering, consensual!, hes a big man, orgasm denial, one orgasm after another 🚨SLOW BURN🚨
Summary: BRED FOR COMBAT. BUILT FOR WAR.
Aurellia lives in the shadows of her brothers, the tyrant twin Emperors. When a General returns for war and shows her kindness she is not used to she begins to fall for him. Not realising that she is stepping right into a conspiracy to depose her brothers and save Rome from their violent rule. Will love and hope to prevail or will the carefully laid plans fall through, causing defeat and ruin for all involved?
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Aurellia flinched at the screech of Emperor Geta calling, "Aurellia, come sister, where are you?", as the sound of doors slamming reverberated through the property. Hurried feet slapped against the stone floor and marched down the corridor towards her.
Aurellia exhaled a long, frustrated sigh, the interruption tearing her away from the scroll she had been engrossed in. Reluctantly, she rolled it up with swift, practiced motions, placing it with careful precision on the small table beside the chaise lounge where she had been finding solace before this unwelcome disturbance. In these fleeting moments before her brothers' imminent intrusion into the courtyard, she hurried to compose herself, smoothing out the creases in her tunic with decisive strokes. Her nerves hummed as she listened intently to the echoing footsteps drawing near, rehearsing the serene façade she was about to conjure.
As she stood, her fingers danced nervously with the rings she wore, a mindless ritual of comfort. Her sharp gaze caught sight of her brothers, flanked by their entourage, weaving their way around the rectangular koi pond at the heart of the courtyard's garden. The water's gentle ripples mirrored her efforts to maintain calm. She knew well the precariousness of the situation; her brothers' unpredictable moods meant any hint of defiance, real or imagined, could spark their ire. Thus, she waited for them, steeling herself to greet them with an appearance devoid of irritation.
“Yes Geta?” She answered, trying to sound cheery. Forcing a smile onto her face as he stopped in front of her.
The stench of perfume, radiated off him and the people surrounding him. It was as though they had brought a cloud of it with them. It made her eyes sting. She tried to breathe as shallowly as possible, hoping to avoid inhaling the overwhelming stench.
Her brother stood before her, grinning maniacally, his arms spread wide as if he were about to embrace her. Yet, instead of stepping forward, he merely clapped his hands together, releasing a high-pitched squeal, reminiscent of a small child upon receiving a cake. She maintained the broad smile on her face, the strain of holding the expression beginning to manifest in the ache blooming in her cheeks.
"We have fantastic news this morning! General Acacius has returned from war, bringing word that Numidia has been conquered in our name. The Roman Empire is now larger than ever before," Geta exclaimed, squealing with delight. He then turned to his younger twin, Caracalla, and, towering over him by a head and shoulders, affectionately placed a kiss atop Caracalla's head.
“Congratulations brothers, you are now the most powerful Emperors Rome has ever seen.” She said, trying to sound rosy as she could, hoping it would disguise any hints of sarcasm that might push its way into her words.
If he, or his entourage, detected the disdain veiled in her voice, none of them let on. Instead, they simply smiled at her with practiced politeness, their eyes unwaveringly fixed on him. Their faces were masks of adulation, bodies poised to tend to his every whim.
"Even better, news." Caracalla's voice dripped with unbridled glee, his grin twisting into an even more deranged expression as he addressed her. "They have brought back slaves, from the savage lands out there. They're being escorted into Rome as we speak. We are going to have games on at the colosseum to celebrate."
The words rolled off his tongue like a macabre dance, each syllable laced with an unsettling enthusiasm that sent shivers down her spine. The thought of these enslaved souls, torn from their homes and forced to fight for the entertainment of the people who had conquered them sickened her.
“You must attend, sister.” Said Geta, stepping around his brother.
“I must.” She smiled with a nod, trying to swallow down the sick trying to claw its way up her throat.
Caracalla, ever the instigator, moved once more to stand in front of his twin, Geta. The younger brother's impulsive actions seemed to elicit an almost visceral reaction from the elder, his jaw clenched tight as iron, while his fists balled at his sides in a not-so-subtle display of barely contained fury.
"They've brought back creatures from the wild lands!" Caracalla giggled, a note of manic delight in his voice. "Great cats with thick fur around their shoulders, and a huge, fat grey pig, complete with fangs." He threw his arms wide, twirling on the spot.
"How wonderful," she replied, her voice laced with feigned enthusiasm as she willed the smile to remain fixed on her face.
"Sister, you must be in the Throne Room, within the hour, to meet the General. We are dressing in gold, so should you." Said Geta, coolly appraising her, his gaze betraying his distaste at her current attire.
She wore a simple, unadorned tunic of natural cloth, its hue a modest testament to her understated elegance. The fabric draped gently over her form, devoid of finery or opulence, much to the chagrin of her brothers, who once ridiculed her for appearing like a mere servant and took the opportunity to mockingly command her as such. Yet, amidst the simplicity of her attire, there glimmered two significant tokens of her true standing: the golden clasps securing her tunic at the shoulders.
These were precious heirlooms, once belonging to her mother, each cast with care into intricate depictions of divine figures. One clasp bore the likeness of Juno, queen of the Gods, her serene majesty captured in gold; the other held the image of Jupiter, king of the gods, a figure of regal strength and authority. Her father had given these to her mother in the early days of their union, a heartfelt pledge that, like the eternal bond of the gods, their love would transcend the sands of time.
Geta gave her a smile, which in his head may have been an attempt at a happy one. But it set her teeth on edge. They were getting worse, their mental states deteriorating. He turned his back to her. Then the two of them and their group of slaves and whores scuttled out of the courtyard, talking of death and how entertaining it will be to watch men fight wild animals.
Although her brothers were twins, born no more than twenty minutes apart, they did not in any way resemble each other. One was tall and the other short. The only similarities they shared was their golden hair and the madness that seemed to run through their veins. They did attempt to make themselves look a little more like one another, painting themselves with makeup to look a little less human. They claimed it made them look as though they were gods, but in her opinion, it made them look as though the sun had never touched their skin.
The makeup they wore around their eyes, a brilliant red that almost made them look sickly, was a poor attempt to hide the illness that had exacerbated their madness. The sort of illness one gets from bedding too many whores, its dark tendrils creeping surreptitiously into their minds, poisoning their thoughts with insanity. Despite their efforts to appear divine, to her, they remained mere mortals, their madness a stark contrast to the celestial figures they sought to emulate.
At last, the courtyard descended into tranquility once more, allowing her to catch the subtle gurgle of the fountain at its centre. Occasionally, the serene surface would be interrupted by the splash of a koi, its tail playfully breaching the water. She inhaled deeply, thankful that the overpowering scent of her brothers and their entourage was fading from her sanctuary. It was rare that they disturbed her, often preoccupied with the bloodlust of men fighting to the death or losing themselves in barrels of wine. Yet, these fleeting visits always seemed to serve as reminders of their supremacy, as they paraded their inheritance before her eyes. In their view, she was little more than a pawn, her value only as significant as the role she played in their grandiose plans.
Her thoughts turned to General Acacius and the men who had been dispatched on such a futile mission — to win a mere couple of hundred miles of land in the name of The Roman Empire. They, too, victims of the mad princes. How many people have died, in their name, for nothing more than a bit of land? She thought about what her brothers were doing to Rome, how long would it be until it grew to the point it was no longer sustainable? Like a grape vine with too thin a stem, nothing more than a strong gust of wind away from being toppled.
She eased back into her seat and retrieved the scroll, letting it rest gently on her lap. Her mind wandered, momentarily caught in the scarce yet treasured memories of a time before her brothers arrived. She recalled the life her mother and father shared before the birth of the boys, a period that now felt almost dreamlike in its normalcy. As she chewed the inside of her cheek, a tempest of emotions swirled within her. She remembered vividly the haunting moment before her father's death when he confessed his wish that the rules of succession were different. He had expressed a longing for her to ascend the throne instead of her brothers, fearing that Rome would not be safe in their hands.
A maid hurried into the courtyard, and she nodded at her before rising from her seat again. With a deep breath, she recognised the weight of her role; it was time to don her formal attire and slip back into the façade of a dutiful sister, hiding the turmoil that brewed beneath the surface.
