Opposites Attract

[Barca]

Barca had indeed taken notice of the doctore's newest helper. The man was clearly not one who was groomed to be a Gladiator. But Barca found . . . extra appeal in that. He had lost Auctus in the arena, knowing the risks of his lover going in each match. With this particular one, there would be no such same fate. Yet Barca knew that he could not compare. Pietros, as he was called, was currently just one to be admired. Desired even. Barca sneaking a few looks at him, intrigue in finding out more about him. But Barca was of course not the only one who recognized how out of place he was. The others claimed he was too "soft", mocking and teasing him for it. Barca often enjoyed such ridicule, especially when it came to new recruits, but this time . . . he did not engage. He merely watched. Or distanced himself from it. This particular time however, he did neither.

It was getting particularly heated, as a group of gladiators circled the young male, reaching out and giving him pushes into the other, while making comments of mockery and tease. Barca had no fucking clue what he was doing here, but without Oenemaus to keep the others reigned in . . . Barca feared he would not last. Which was why he was compelled to step in. When one push got to be too strong, Barca rose from his seat and marched over to the circle that enclosed Pietros. He shoved a couple men out of the way, and confronted the one who had shoved Pietros hard. Barca clenched his fist and slammed it into the man's jaw, sending him to the ground. "Fucking shits," he cursed, turning around and casting everyone a stoic glare, daring them to come forward and attempt to match him. They all just looked back, exchanging glances.

"Lay hand on him again," Barca began, moving over to the man he had punched who was laying on his back. Barca's taller form hovered over him, as he raised his foot and pressed it onto the man's cock with considerable force. Enough to make him vocalize the pain and discomfort. Barca, keeping his foot where it was, sharply turned to face the others. "And find your tiny cocks parted from body." Pressing in harder as it to emphasize his point, Barca released his foot and kicked the man again, before moving over to Pietros, as the crowd then dispersed.

Tag: Pietros

[Pietros]

Pietros hadn't know what to expect from the Gladiators when he was told he would be the new helper for the Doctore. He was very nervous, though, having never been around men such as these before, and it turned out his worry was well-founded, as they seemed to favor using Pietros as a punching bag of sorts when the Doctore wasn't around. Pietros didn't fight back. Why would he? He couldn't win a fight against these men, so it was either not fight back and be ridiculed for being weak, or fight back poorly, get even more hurt, and still be ridiculed for being weak. Things were getting worse instead of better, though, and they eventually circled him, shoving him around until one shove landed Pietros sprawled out on his back in the dirt.

He never saw Barca coming. The next thing he knew, the last man who'd shoved him was on his back as well. Pietros was so stunned, he didn't bother to get off the ground, just sitting up enough to see what was happening. He only stared as Barca stepped on the other man and threatened the others not to lay a hand on Pietros. The group of men dispersed soon after that, and it took Pietros a moment to realize Barca was walking toward him. He scrambled to his feet, brushing dirt from his clothes and looking at Barca with some skepticism in his gaze. "To what do I owe your-- intervention?" He'd almost said kindness, but Barca hadn't been kind. They'd never talked, but Pietros was led to believe Barca was just as rough as the others, maybe the roughest. The Beast of Carthage. Pietros had heard of the man before ever coming to this villa.

Tag: Barca

[Barca]

Barca watched as Pietros rose to his feet, asking him a question that he held no answer to. To what did he owe the intervention. Barca had no fucking clue. Intervening had just been pure insintct. Compelled to protect Pietros. He doubted he would have done it for any other person who was not a gladiator. In fact, Barca was usually one of the instigators in similar situations.

"I have no answer to give," Baraca said with blunt honesty. "Apart from lacking desire to see them lay hand upon you." More words of honesty. He kept his voice low, though he knew that the other men here who knew him well enough -- like Crixus -- would know why Barca intervened. Would know that it was due to desires for the young man. Perhaps the others would know too, but with a stern gaze, he could often silence them. Just as he now discouraged them from touching Pietros in any way.

Tag: Pietros