Call Me Dominus

[Felix Valerius]

Valerius may not be a man that displayed a great deal of emotion, but somewhere amidst the otherwise composed exterior . . . was guilt. The feeling was so, unfamiliar. And yet, it existed. When he had taken Nennius to his bed, he never thought that he would care for the man to this extent. To be willing to give up his title, position, villas, status . . . everything, for him. He did not regret it of course, but it did bring to mind the way they met. The way Valerius had treated him. He had not apologized for it. He supposed he was a different man then. But Nennius' reminder of it, had left Valerius deep in thought. What he had once done as an assertion of power; to demean the other male.

There was no longer that authority between them. Valerius had joined the ranks of rebels. But perhaps, it was time to mend wounds of the past. Nennius would return soon to their shared space and it gave Valerius just enough time to divest himself of clothing. Hearing the footsteps he took another deep breath as he moved to position himself on the bed, lying on his stomach. His position exactly what Nennius' had been when he had commanded it of him. Valerius did not need to look to know that Nanneius was standing there. "Take fucking revenge," Valerius stated, an almost taunt in his voice but also . . . that tone of just how unfamiliar this entire thing was for him. This, however, was the closest to an apology that Valerius would ever come to for misdeeds of the past.

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[Nennius]

Call Me Dominus Shocked would have been an understatement. Honestly this was the last thing he would ever think to have walked in on, but Valerius's words seemed to make it worthwhile. Not exactly because of what he had said, but because of the context it was being said in. Nennius had known the man long enough to know his pride would never allow him to stoop to apologies at least not by traditional means.  Valerius laid out before him in a manner Nennius had never experienced before, but more than anything, Nennius knew how difficult this must be to Roman turned Rebel. How vulnerable he must feel. It was touching to know he'd endure this and the crushing blows to his pride for Nennius' sake. The ex-gladiator had never been keen on curbing his tongue while still a slave and now as a free man he had no intentions of relinquishing the custom. Crossing his arms and canting his head to the left he spoke. "This is how you greet your guests?" Valerius sat up quickly and looked at him which caused Nennius to smile and laugh. He was alone after all.  "If retaliation is sought, it would not be in this way." Returning to a most serious expression, Nennius nodded towards a chair in the corner. "Sit," he commanded as he loosened leather straps and belts, letting almost everything slip away to the floor. He walked with a confident air about him, even nude, for Valerius had seen it all already. There was a moment's hesitation when Nennius reached to touch his Dominus on the shoulder. Dominus... that was no longer his title was it? Nennius used his palm to keep him steady as he took his own seat in Valerius's lap, straddling the man's hips with his thighs.  Nennius tipped his head back so he'd have to look down his nose at the man in front of him, bringing both arms to settle around his neck. "Felix Valerius," He spoke in a low, soft whisper. "Vengeance shall now be paid. Kiss me."

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[Felix Valerius]

Valerius' first reaction when Nennius spoke of guests -- plural -- had the former noble jerk his head behind to see if there were others. He cast a glare at his lover when he saw the expression on his face that followed. If Valerius was within reach of his shoe, he would have thrown it at the rebel. But alas, he continued to wait for Nennius to join him on the bed. To roughly take him as he once had. To exact vengeance and thoughts of compensation for that night. But instead . . . his words brought surprise to Valerius, though he kept the reaction concealed under his stoic demeanor. He wanted to ask in what way it would be done, but followed the given directions.

With a bit of skepticism, he moved towards the chair, watching as Nennius divested himself of clothing. Felix's gaze slowly moving over the other as he complied, sitting down on the chair. The former gladiator then moved to sit astride him, leaving Felix even more confused than before. He used his full name name, Valerius' gaze completely fixed onto the beautiful blue eyes of his former slave. Their current positions, causing Valerius' cock to harden with keen interest . . . touching Nennius' and thoroughly enjoying the contact. But, it was the man's next words that robbed Valerius of all other thought.

"Kiss me."

This time, it was impossible to completely suppress the shock of the command. His eyes ever so slightly changing from that subtle curiosity to . . . a hunt of uncertainty. Surely, Nennius was jesting. "You hold unchallenged command for a night, and this is what you make demand for?" A kiss? Valerius had never kissed the man. The action so . . . intimate. Did he demand it because he knew it would make Valerius react with resistance? Or did he do it because it was something Nennius desired? Perhaps, it was a combination. All Valerius knew was that his words to stall would be to no avail, for the outcome was inevitable. He had made vow to give his body completely to Nennius tonight. And to give up any free will. Tonight, he was Nennius' to command. It was the silent agreement he had made.

Valerius could not deny him, nor betray that. But . . . the nervousness was starting to boil over. His jaw slightly clenched, just as his shoulders tensed a little. Clear discomfort and inner curses at not being able to remain guarded or stoic as he always did. Circumstances had drastically changed. Valerius' eyes fell to Nennius' lips, having sworn he felt his heart was going to explode from his chest. There was clear hesitation, and he moved slowly, silently, inch by inch. For some reason, he was unable to look into Nennius' eyes as he did this. The distance between them was not so great, causing Valerius to pause just before their lips would touch. Another clench of his jaw and ever so slightly shaky breath.

Until finally, he closed the distance. His own eyes remained open, his lips tightly closed together. What was the duration of this kiss? How long was it expected to be? How . . . intrusive? There was clear tension in Valerius' jaw, the way he kept his mouth clamped shut. But . . . even he started to slowly feel his eyes falling from an opened state, to half lidded. He felt his shoulders somewhat start to ease. And his mouth, began to relax, his lips just barley parted . . . but enough to be moved for Nennius.

To offer himself to him, yet with more reluctance as he had on the bed. Giving Nennius his ass seemed far easier than giving him his lips. But . . . even the Roman could not deny the impact of the kiss. The lips of the former slave that Valerius often cursed for such audacity . . . shocking soft. And sweet now in the height of their intimacy. His senses overpowered by what Nennius offered . . . and with that, no longer having control, Felix's eyes fully closed into the kiss.

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[Nennius]

Call Me Dominus Nennius on the other hand, had closed his eyes immediately upon his request. He was wasn't sure exactly what he was expecting. The rise of Valerius' cock was reassuring to some point, although the situation and the nearly two years of conditioning could be to blame. Without his sight, his other senses heightened and his palms could clearly feel the shifting muscles under Valerius' skin.  He had asked too much. He had expected too much. Valerius was a hard man to read. He was difficult, stubborn, hard headed, and uncompromising. He had offered his body but his heart was lost. Nennius was a fool. It had been nearly a year since Valerius had spoke of soft feelings and sent him away. In that time, Nennius had burned, but it appeared that Valerius might have snuffed his flame out. He wouldn't open his eyes, despite the drawn out hesitation, he didn't want to see a look of disappointment, a look of incredulousness, a look of disgust. He felt Valerius closing the gap between them, felt his breath upon his face and still he was denied. His heart sunk somewhere into his gut and when Valerius eventually closed the gap, it was just as Nennius had come to expect. Lifeless. Loveless. He inwardly cursed himself for behind closed eyes he felt the water starting to well. You will NOT cry Nennius!  So even as Valerius relaxed and finally opened himself, Nennius turned his head, forcing a smile. "Debt has been repaid." With that he used Valerius' shoulders to help steady him as he stood up with every intention of sheepishly gathering his clothing and calling it a night.

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[Felix Valerius]

When Nennius pulled away, Valerius took a few moments to open his eyes. He felt the immediate deprivation of the other man's lips upon him and found himself longing for more. But the shift from the other had the Roman looking at him, words of the debt being repaid as he shifted to a stand. Valerius suddenly felt more . . . vulnerable than ever before. Had he done something so wrong that the other would leave? Had the kiss not been enough to fulfill demand? An action, an intimacy that Valerius was so unfamiliar with and . . . one that clearly did not seem to satisfy.

Valerius avoided eye contact with the other. Suddenly feeling quite foolish and stupid. He attempted to keep his expression stoic. But even Felix feared ir faltered a little. "If repayment of debt is to include the suffering upon which I once inflicted onto you--" If Nennius intent was to cause Felix to suffer pain and humiliation in revenge. "Then part ways and find debt truly repaid." It was as close as Valerius could get to expressing his emotional state. To saying how much Nennius departure now, after sharing such a moment. . . would fucking sting.