My Cock Rages On

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus blinked awake at the light and found his lips twitching to a self mocking grin at the pain in his head. He was used to such pains, but the pounding this morning was fucking worst then it had been for nearly a year. He knew he must have had a good time, but he wasn't sure how good. At first he just lay there, forcing himself to breath through the pain until his eyes could open enough to take in his surroundings. He wasn't in a tent. He was in a building or room of some sort. Slowly things came back to him. He had gone with them to the city by the water, they'd taken the city and he had drank with his friend Attius! Then he had--Oh fuck! Turning his head to the body beside him, Gannicus felt the room spin slightly, from the quick movement, but there it was. The naked ass of his best friend. Everything started slowly coming back to him, but Gannicus didn't move as he stared at his friend's sleeping form. Men were not Gannicus' favored style, but he had begun enjoying his friend's company more and more. He had even given up a few nights with others in order to drink and enjoy themselves around a fire--though in this last night they did more then enjoy words. Deciding that 'what was done was done', Gannicus reached his hand over to smack his friend's ass with a hard and loud movement! Closing his eyes at the way it made his head throb, he crossed his ankles, and folded his arms behind his head to await the chaos or acceptance that would come after. He cared not that he was naked in his friend's bed.

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[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron was by no means a heavy drinker. But last night, he had indulged. And indulged. And . . . indulged. Little did he know the full extent of such rare indulgences. It was a hand on his bare skin that pulled him from a slumbering state, as he let out a groan at the feeling. "Fuck you," he cursed in a groaned state, moving his head a little. He didn't know the context, nor who had administered such action. Only that it had pulled him from sleep. And there was no going back. Curiosity peaked in the German as he hazily opened his eyes. His vision was blurred, but it did not take long to make out the image of the man next to him. The . . . very naked man. Not only that, but the very naked man was his very naked close friend.

Agron abruptly jolted to sit in an upright position, the sudden movement reminding him of what had caused him to lay in an unconscious state to begin with. It felt as if someone was taking a hammer to his head, banging on it repeatedly. "Fuck the gods," he cursed, putting a hand on his head as if that would miraculously cure the throbbing of it. He looked toward Gannicus again, not needing to look down at his own state of undress to recall what had happened last night. The alcohol had forced Agron's emotions to the surface. Ones he had not ever held any intention on acting upon. Emotions and . . . desires. Mixed with the over consumption of wine, was a horrible combination. And right now, he didn't even know what to say to help ease the . . . awkwardness of this moment. "Fucking wine." A third curse, to the case of all this.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena It would not be the first time that someone had awoken to regreats fromt he night before, but it was the first time that Gannicus had not wanted it to be so. Before if they had, he would have laughed it off and went on his way with little fuss, but this time he knew that if Agron showed signs of regrets that he would not be able to shake it off to easy. THe feeling was unwelcome. "Out of the three," he began, keeping his voice light and amused as best as he could, "we have only fallen short on one." It might have been in poor timing, but Gannicus had learned long enough to hide his true feelings under a laugh. There had only been once before when he could not...with his brother's wife. He knew that with Agron he was starting to feel the same pull, and it made him feel the need for a drink, so it would numb the thinking and allow him to carry on. "More wine will cure your head!" He watched his friend, not speaking more until he knew the tone that hte morning would have.

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[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

When Gannicus suggested more wine, Agron shot him an unimpressed look. The last thing he fucking needed was more wind. "It is fucking drink that brought us to present circumstance." Agron wasn't sure how to feel. On the one hand, he had feelings for Gannicus yet . . . this was not the way he had wanted them to come out. Nor the way he had wanted things to happen between them -- if they ever would.

The Celt seemed to be far more engaged with frequent lovers rather than commitment to one, and Agron would hate watching them enter his quarters. It caused feelings of . . . jealousy, that he had not thought possible. And now, he would be simply one added to the list. Not wanting Gannicus to witness such emotions, Agron reached for his subligaria, trying to still the throbbing in his head but it made his actions far more sluggish than usual. "It is not head that requires curing." But . . . his heart. Because there was no taking this back and it left Agron wondering if he even wanted to.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena "It is fucking drink that brought us to present circumstance." Agron said, moving to begin dressing, and Gannicus realized that his friend did indeed hold regrets from this morning...last night. It made him once again think of how he had loved another but not been allowed to love her either. Only think time it was not a brother he was stealing love from, but loving a brother. It took him a moment to even realized he had just admitted to himself how he felt about Agron in his mental anger. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath, moving to stand but not bothering to cover his nakedness. If his friend was going to leave, he was going to take his time wallowing in more drink and trying to forget this awful feeling. He knew there wasn't much he had done in his life that would make a driven, and passionate man like Agron think of him as more then the amusing drunk, but he had allowed himself to forget to hold someone at arms distance for a while, and ow he was paying the price. "It is not head that requires curing." Just the fucking good mood he had had upon awakening. Gannicus put his hands on his hips, and stared at his brother with a bent brow and unamused expression. "You are not woman with reputation to loose," he said, his anger at himself showing through his words. "Do not act as if you did not want this last night. My ass proves otherwise!"

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[Agron]

Tag: Gannicus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron looked at Gannicus, meeting his gaze as he quickly dressed the lower part of his body. Having envisioned what it would be like in intimate embrace with Gannicus . . . this was not at all how he thought it would be the following morning. Just as he had not anticipated drink be what served as a catalyst. "It is not fucking reputation that concerns me," Agron snapped back, not wanting to fight with his friend. But the fear of what this meant for them . . . he knew it could create tension that may never be resolved.

Agron fell silent, jaw clenching for he could not deny his desire for this. For having wanted Gannicus. Yet, he felt the weight of its lacking mutuality. "Just as you want for cock or cunt to warm your bed when drink clouds judgment." Insulting words he knew, but also . . . accusation. There was no denying Gannicus' words cause he could not outward lie about that. But, he also felt the need to point out the one sided feeling. That Agron was surely just another ass to fuck for Gannicus. Where as for Agron . . . Gannicus was someone who he held dear to his heart. Far too dear.

[Gannicus]

god of the arena Gannicus just stood there naked and watched his friend struggle with whatever was happening in his head, and he knew what was coming. It always happened. He found something good, and it was taken from him. Melitta. Marcia. Though the later had not been once he had strong emotions for, he had softened and come to care for her. Now Agron. One who had slipped under his skin before he knew it was happening. The knowledge that he was driven them apart too angered him. Made his words sound angry too. "It is not fucking reputation that concerns me," "Then speak fucking direct, and stop speaking in circles!" He demanded, not knowing what the fuck was happening here but wanting it to be over. He wasn't good with pretty words. He would never be able to speak what he was feeling. He knew it was unfair to force his friend to do the same. Right now he only wanted to brush this off as a one night thing and let them return to being friends. Clearly Agron wished this night had never happened. "Just as you want for cock or cunt to warm your bed when drink clouds judgment." Gannicus didn't step backwards, but he might as well have after that insult. He had never apologized or hid who he was. Now a trusted friend was throwing it back at his face, after a night Gannicus had often thought of. One that he had enjoyed and hoped to repeat. Now he knew the trust of it. Once again he would not be with the one he cared for, because he might be champion of the arena, but he would never be first in anyone's heart. "Drink did not cloud my judgment to where I did not fucking choose my actions. I knew who I fucking too to bed. I fucking choose treasured friend, and awaken to bitter stranger." If he wasn't naked he would storm out. "Take regrets and go judge elsewhere. I will have none of either." He demanded in s low tone, that lacked the heat of before, as he turned his back to his friend, and looked for the wine, moving toward it. Now he really needed a fucking drink, because this was the feelings he often drank away. He wanted the numb. The ability to forget for a moment the hell he lived in.

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