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The man gripping Kore’s arm released her with a grumble and marched off, and Kore turned to face her savior. Had it not been for his intervention, the man holding her could have gotten away with far worse. He had seemed keen to tug at the strings holding her modest clothing together, to expose her to the men of the ludus. And who knows what would have happened there? She still felt the predatory gaze of the man her savior sent off, but she tried to ignore it as she replied. “Apologies. My domina requested wine, and none offered assistance,” she said, her eyes focused on the ground and slowly creeping up towards the gladiator. Her cheeks reddened out of sheer embarrassment.
“I serve Domina of House Tasius. She watches over us today.” Kore turned to gaze at her Domina, but found the woman engrossed in conversation and Naevia serving both women more wine. It seemed that they found someone more capable of locating wine in a foreign home, and Kore feared the backlash she would receive upon returning to the balcony. She turned back to the gladiator. “I must thank you for intervening.”
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Varro listened to the reason she had been here and well . . . he supposed it was rather typical. A dominus or domina sending their slave on an errand absent details. Only for them to be facing the repercussions of not adequately fulfilling the task. Varro’s gaze followed the woman to see her Domina speaking with Lucretia. He then looked back to the woman. “Come. I will show you where wine is kept.” He looked to Oenomaus who gave him a nod, having seemed to understand the situation. “And will offer explanation, should inquiry be made.” He held a decent enough rapport with the masters of this house, and hoped it could help, even a little in explaining the delay. “Gratitude is not needed,” he added on with a smile. “He is a simple minded shit,” he added on, in attempt to lighten the mood a little from the grim nature of what had nearly occurred. 

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It was mid-morning when Kore had been expected to accompany her Domina to the ludus of Batiatus. They had arrived around 9 in the morning when the earth was still cool, and now it was almost blazing at 2 pm. Livia, Kore’s Domina, was watching the gladiators with the mistress of the household, Lucretia.

Livia fanned herself as she lounged. “Kore, fetch me some wine,” she demanded.

Despite Kore’s desire to tell her to shove it up her ass, she knew she could not refuse without risk of a beating, or worse. “Yes, Domina,” she said, and turned to fetch more wine. She departed from the balcony and walked downstairs, desperately searching fo the wine. Naevia, Lucretia’s body slave, had offered to assist Kore in procuring it, but Lucretia demanded her presence instead.

Alone, Kore walked through the house of Batiatus, desperately searching. But one wrong turn sent her towards the ludus and the training gladiators. Several of the gladiators paused their practice when they noticed her, and Kore was quick to turn to scurry off, but not fast enough to escape when one of the burlier men of the group grabbed her arm.

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It was not at all common for the ludus to have the presence of a body slave such as she. For once, all of domina’s house slaves often watched from the balcony. Secondly, this one was either new or visiting. Both explained the look in her eyes, and if stumbling upon the ludus as oppose to intentionally making way here. It was enough to cause practice to pause for a few moments, until those disinterested carried on. And others, took advantage of such distraction. Varro was often one who minded his own business but upon seeing one of them grab her, and no watchful eyes upon them . . . well, the Roman slave only dared to think what the outcome could be. With a heavy breath, practice sword still in hand, he made way to the scene, knowing intervention was required. 

“What reason does Domina send you?” A reminder to the other gladiator, that she was not theirs to touch. “Release hand,” he added on, more in an annoyed tone than an angered one. Fortunately, Varro had no enemies within the ludus. “Should she expect coin for touch then I will offer apology.” His words sarcastic, as they both knew that she was no whore . . . yet, it served as further reminder to other gladiator that her purpose here was not for their pleasure. Varro locked his gaze upon him until he complied with his words, the blond haired gladiator’s gaze returning to the woman before him. 

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Sailing into Sinuessa to find it’s new ruling occupants had been a surprise, walking into it only to spot someone he’d long assumed dead. After all, the people Varro had owed heavily were the kind to take payment in blood if gold was not offered quickly. So see the man so unexpectedly and so clearly not just alive but thriving was a shock to the system.
Much had happened and years had passed but when drink flowed, it all came back so easily. Varro was more scarred and rougher looking but he wore it well and, Castus discussed from another of the rebellion, that he was no longer tied to a wife. He did not ask Varro, tonight was a celebration and the other man was not being subtle in his interest. So when he suggested privacy, Castus knew what he was truly suggesting.
“An excellent idea,” he agreed, draining his cup of it’s contents and allowing Varro to lead him off into the villa. A place that Castus had naturally never seen inside of it’s walls before, though the man of this house had dealt with Heracleo often it had all been clandestine affairs. Another time he might admire the rich beauty of the home but not tonight, tonight his focus was far more primal.
The moment they were inside a room he playfully pinned the man to the wall. “A gladiator eh? The strength and form suits you.” Not that Varro was ever truly out of shape but life as a fighter had molded him into something truly impressive.
Their lips were so close but, knowing from before how Varro would always flirt and pull back, Castus waited for him to make to first move.
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When Castus agreed, and they made their way to his designated chamber within the city, it did not take long for Castus to act, playfully pinning Varro against the wall. The Roman made no attempt to break free from his grasp. In fact, he rather enjoyed it. He smiled with amusement at the Cilician. He knew he must looked quite different from the last time they had crossed paths. And Varro was grateful for it. “And as for you,” Varro began to say, he leaned forward, as if to kiss Castus’ lips, yet instead, abruptly turned them towards his ear, where he pressed his lips against Catsus’ ear to speak directly in them. “Time has been kind to you and shown you favor,” Varro told him with teasing flirtatious, for, Castus was indeed of a form . . . as he had always been, but even more so now than ever before. He then pressed his lips to the area under the pirate’s ear, kissing another spot directly next to it as well, enjoying the taste of his skin. A taste he had always wondered about, and now, seemed like quite a treat to his tongue. 

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“I thought reply obvious,” Spartacus said as he pushed himself up. He smiled as he moved toward the entrance of the campaign tent, pushing it open so they could remove themselves, “I would not make offer if desire was not shared.”
 It was a quick walk to Spartacus’ personal tent, and he was sure to fasten the entrance shut behind them. Not that he expected anyone to attempt to see him; not while there was food and drink to be had over spilled Roman blood. But he wanted to take no chances, and did not step away from the entrance until it was secure. 
“Have you given thought to this before?” Spartacus asked, his voice light and curious as he moved to his storage chest. It did not take him long to locate a vial of oil, and he set it beside the bed before turning to face Varro again.
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Varro felt relief wash over him upon hearing Spartacus’ mutual want for this. He knew his friend would do a great deal for him but this . . . this, was not something he wished Spartacus to do for him. He wanted it to be something they both acted upon, because it was of mutual desire. Varro silently followed Spartacus to his tent, still feeling those nerves caused his stomach to have unfamiliar knots in it. For, he had never experienced this before. The tent suddenly felt more intimate than ever before . . . as they were both in here for a purpose they had not held in the past. 

“Not with any other man if that is what you mean,” Varro admitted. “Thought of laying with man never crossed mind in all my time in the ludus.” But, the rebellion had changed a great deal. “I know not what has changed. Only that desire has . . . grown stronger.” Desire for Spartacus. He had to be honest about this. He had not lied to Spartacus and he would not start now. Even if it was something difficult to speak of. “Have . . . you?” Given thought to laying with man following Sura, and Mira and whomever else Spartacus found to warm his bed. 

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A slightly sharper intake of air was the only reaction Spartacus gave to the feather light touch against his cock. He squeezed his hand over Varro’s groin, part in tease, part in warning, before reaching up with his free hand to cup Varro’s jaw.
The air was still cool inside their tent, and the more Spartacus’ blanket slipped from him, the more uncomfortable it became. He enjoyed the tease and play, but he also enjoyed being warm. If warmth came from a body pressed against his while chasing pleasure, then that was an added delight. Too much teasing could see thought turning toward more simple means of warming up; such as pulling the furs from Varro’s form and leaving the Roman to suffer in the cold instead
“Perhaps a warmer touch would bring intended relief,” Spartacus drew his thumb over Varro’s bottom lip, eyes bright with mischief and voice heavy with challenge. .
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Varro’s eyes gleamed with a similar expression, parting his lips as Spartacus moved his thumb over his lip. “Warmer touch . . .” He reiterated, as if accepting the challenge that was in Spartacus’ voice. “And perhaps,” Varro leaned forward, as if to kiss Spartacus but paused moments before their lips would touch, just barley brushing against Spartacus’. “I could offer greater warmth.” With that he moved his hands to Spartacus’ shoulders, gently pushing him forward so that he was turned the other way; simultaneously, Varro inched closer. Varro’s chest was now pressed against Spartacus’ back, the blanket still covering Varro more than the Thracian, but Varro was far from done. He draped an arm around Spartacus reaching for his cock, his lips kissing along Spartacus’ shoulder, while Varro’s free hand slowly moved over Spartacus’ ass, caressing the skin of his cheek. “Does blanket serve as better warmth, or offered touch?” Varro asked him between kisses, which now moved to the back of Spartacus’ neck. 

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He had never seen Varro look shy before. Uncertain, despaired, half broken and scared, furious, joyful, but not shy.
A slow smile spread over Spartacus mouth, and he took advantage of Varro’s closed eyes to surprise him with another kiss. This time it was slower, and he pressed their lips together firmly but gently so as not to overwhelm his obviously flustered friend.
“We will have to move to my tent,” Spartacus murmured when he pulled away, “I do not keep oil here, and a proper bed would provide you with greater comfort.”
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Varro wasn’t sure what he expected, so when he felt Spartacus’ lips against his own . . . he felt his shoulders relaxing, easing into the kiss which was far less quick. And one that held far more promise. Varro had to fight back a moan, letting out a slow breath instead as he slowly opened his eyes when Spartacus pulled away. Varro felt the immediate deprivation of his lips as he told him that they would have to move to his tent. Varro felt his heart beat a little heavier in his chest. Nerves. Anticipation. So many things. “You did not give answer,” Varro began to say, as he rose to his feet. “Is this something you desire?” Because if Spartacus was doing it for Varro’s sake . . . he doubted he would ever forgive himself for putting his friend in this kind of position. For, to Varro . . . it was not just simply a fuck. 

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It had started with a playful argument about who was taking up more of the blankets. Light shoves had turned to trying to pin each other’s hands had turned to a full wrestling match that had the mattress springs protesting.
But Spartacus was used to this, grappling and attempting to seize the upper hand was something he’d been trained to do, albeit not in this exact situation, and soon he had Varro pinned beneath him, holding his hand behind his back firmly, though he was careful not to hurt him.
“Do you give?” Spartacus all but smirked as he asked his question, knowing that Varro would not give in so easily.
He did not expect the response given, however, and was caught by surprise when Varro pushed back and up against him. Spartacus recovered quickly though, and ground his hips down against Varro’s ass, grinning as he pressed himself down to better hold Varro in place.
“Well well,” Spartacus couldn’t keep the delighted tease out of his voice, “is this you offering me a prize for winning our match?”
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Varro grumbled bitterly though it was of course all in good fun. He could feel the added weight from Spartacus’ body further pinning him down which only made Varro try once again to wriggle free . . . to no avail. If anything it had him rubbing his length against the bed to create friction and fuck, that was not helping anything right now. “Cheater,” he claimed, knowing that Spartacus hadn’t but it was the only accusation he could make to save face. “I don’t offer prizes to cheaters,” he told him, the same playful disdain in his voice. "Maybe we should have another match . . . of a different kind.” Clear suggestion in his voice as he turned his head to attempt to look at the man on top of him, still pinning Varro in a rather dominate position and well, Varro would be lying if he said he didn’t like it. 

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A small nod was all Spartacus gave a first, to show he had heard what Varro had said without truly responding. 
It was not uncommon in Thrace for warriors to find comfort and pleasure, or to share victory with one another in heated embrace. Were he in his youth, and still in his home lands, this situation would have been normal for Spartacus, perhaps even predictable.
But this was Varro. And Varro had never slept with a man, by his own admission, yet he, at least at the moment, did not seem object to the idea. And…they were celebrating, after all.
Spartacus leaned a little lower, carefully not to put too much pressure on Varro’s wrists and cause his friend pain, so their faces were closer together.
“Would you like to?”
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Where words did not entirely answer, his body language did. Leaning more towards him, which only intensified those stirrings that Varro felt within him. Coiling low i his stomach. He swallowed, eyes looking intently into Spartacus’, an expression he had never dare wear before. Though, perhaps such opportunity had not presented itself . . . until now. He knew his answer, as clear as day, though also knew that there was risk in making it known. “If you are of like mind . .  .” Varro began to say, suddenly finding himself resisting the urge to kiss Spartacus again. “I would . . . long for desires to be met.” He couldn’t say the words whilst looking at Spartacus, belatedly realizing that his eyes had closed upon further admittance. This was it. A moment of truth, as to whether this would destroy his ties with Spartacus . . . or strengthen them. 

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Spartacus shifted, situating himself more firmly over Varro, still not releasing him from his hold.
“I have many thoughts,” He said, the easiest and most honest thing he could think to say at the moment. Thoughts, questions, ideas, all appeared one after the other. They required some sifting through before he could decide how to react.
He had never once seen Varro glance at another man, had never once seen anything more than friendship in his eyes when he’d spoken to him or any of their fellow male rebels. This was an interesting development in Varro’s self. And in their relationship.
“Have you ever laid with a man before?”
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Many thoughts. Varro wasn’t sure what he had expected Spartacus to say but he still hoped for a more . . . elaborate response than that. “Cease with fucking ambiguity and be clear in meaning.” Varro’s words weren’t angry . . . but he needed something. Anything to give him some assurance that he hadn’t just made the biggest mistake of his life. Especially since he had never kissed a man before. Which, led to the next question that Spartacus asked him. The fucking irony. All the time in the ludus, an environment surrounded by men, and he had been with only women. And now . . . well, perhaps it was not so much the sex of a person, as much as the nature of them. “No,” he answered. “I have never touched lips with one . . . until now.” Would that prompt a more . . . detailed response from Spartacus? How he longed to peer into the rebel leader’s mind, for once in his life. 

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Spartacus allowed one side of his mouth to quirk up in a small smile, curling his fingers so he could firmly cup Varro’s crotch as strong thighs closed around his hand, “It does have a heat to it.
Seeing as you have left me to freeze without proper covering,” Spartacus cast a look at the furs still wrapped around his friend’s body, “Perhaps you should put some of your warmth to good use, and see chill removed from exposed flesh.”
He could not be certain if Varro was planning something, or if he had been merely teasing him in the hopes of something occurring, but Spartacus was curious to see what Varro would do with such an open invitation.
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The gesture was returned, Varro’s lips still curled upward, a sudden surge of desire coursing through him as his body awakened from Spartacus’ touch. His hand upon his cock, his words of invitation. Yes. It was all too good an opportunity to pass by and Varro was not one to dismiss it. He opened his eyes, properly facing Spartacus to meet his gaze. “Pity,” Varro began to say with that same tease in his voice. “For my body feels as if it is heated with fire.” Knowing that it was in part, the pleasure that was starting to consume him. “Perhaps mutual touch is required,” Varro teased. He slipped one arm out from the covers, dropping it to Spartacus’ cock, though merely teased it as he dragged his finger tips gently along its length. “Is there effect?” He questioned, knowing that it would take more than that but was merely enjoying the taunt towards his partner. 

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Spartacus had tried, albeit half heartedly, to resist Varro’s urging toward celebration. A battle had been won, but it would not be their last, and they had to reassess where they now stood on this ever changing battle ground.
But Varro’s teasing, his easy grin, the way he not-so-subtly waved the wine beneath Spartacus’ nose before setting it all-too-obviously in his way, were hard to ignore. And though Spartacus had not forgotten Mira, or the guidance she had given him in the early days of their revolt, he was surprised to hear her voice in his head, whispering about how wine and comradery were needed to strengthen bonds. The bonds between him and Varro had been as iron since the ludus, only threatening to rust or bend under the hardest of circumstances. But taking a moment to see bonds reinforced could only prove beneficial.
Spartacus accepted a drink from his brother with a smile, giving in to Varro’s demands and setting his maps aside for the night. Celebration it was then.
Words passed easily between them, warmed with laughter and softened with ever brightening smiles. Spartacus would willingly admit that he missed this part of ludus life, the time allowed for them to laugh and tease and banter. Such a thing was rare now.
Jests from old battles led to mock insults and false wounded pride, and it was little wonder that they ended up locked in playful combat, hand scrabbling for purchase so that one could gain the upper hand. Varro was a respectable opponent, always had been, and he had only gotten stronger during their war. But Spartacus eventually claimed victory, pinning the taller man beneath him with hands held firmly on either side of his head.
They had paused to catch their breath, Spartacus had begun to chuckle, and then Varro was leaning up, pressing their lips together in an almost too fast kiss. Spartacus went still, looking down at Varro so he could watch the shocked expression grow on his friend’s face. He kept his own expression locked into a mask of calm surprise. Though, it could hardly be called a mask. The gesture was unexpected, but Spartacus had lain with men before; brothers in battle seeking comfort, tension relieving fucks. Varro was friend, brother, and confidant. The most surprising thing about the kiss was that Varro had initiated it.
Spartacus tilted his head just slightly, watching Varro curiously and making no move to get up.
“I did not know you had such desires.”
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Varro felt his heart twist and turn with emotion, a painful lump in his throat at what he had just done. Especially with Spartacus’ reaction. He was unsure how he felt about it … yet had not failed to notice that he too did not move from current position. Perhaps it was just the shock of the moment. Varro couldn’t be certain. He did know that he had to give voice to some sort of answer to Spartacus’ statement. “No I,” Varro admitted quietly. Maybe he had just messed this up so completely. His bond was Spartacus was the most important thing to him. He was the most important person to him that remained in all this life. What if he had just created circumstance that could not be undone?

“What thought fills mind?” He asked him. Spartacus often guarded his emotions, and this moment, despite the underlying surprise – only noticed by Varro due to how well he knew Spartacus … he was unable to read the other’s mind. An incredible skill to aid their cause. But, an annoying when it came to curiosity regarding thoughts and emotions … such as now.

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“There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” (bloodandhonor)

“Would you just fucking drop it already!” Varro didn’t mean to snap or lash out at Spartacus, but the stress level was getting to be too much. He owed people money. He owed the wrong kind of people money. His bad streak had started to cost him a lot and if he didn’t collect enough in time . . . he was going to lose a lot. Maybe even a limb. “Sorry,” he apologize in a low voice, though it was sincere, running a hand over his face with clear lines of worry and stress. “Things are just . . . intense right now. At work,” he quickly added so that it sounded more like something related to his profession rather than his after hour activities. 

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15. Your muse is sick and in a great amount of pain, worried that they won’t make it through the night. My muse will react to yours asking them to kill them and end their misery.

Biological warfare was no joke and well, the virus that was recently exposed to a faction of the military had truly taken its toll. They’re already lost 3 soldiers to it, the hopes that the fourth was rushed to hospital in time to save them. Duro. Varro knew him of course, as he was brother to Agron, who was a good friend of Spartacus’. Which was why Varro found himself here, next to him in the hospital bed. With a great deal of convincing, Agron finally left Duro’s side as they had to deal with the rest of the aftermath of this terrorist attack. Fortunately, it had not spread to the rest of the population. 

The cost it came at, was the lives of three men … possibly four. But no one had given up. Except maybe Duro, as Varro looked at him when he spoke those words of a mercy kill. Varro just eyed him, puling his chair closer to his bed. “If I kill you, then your brother is most likely going to kill me and well … no one is dying here.” Varro said the words both in attempt to tease, but also, he meant the last ones. No one was dying. With that, he reached for the damp cloth, starting to dab Duro’s forehead which was thick with sweat, his fever spiking as it had been for the last little while. “Start focusing on what you’re going to do when you get out of here. What’s the first thing?” He asked in attempt to distract Duro from his current pain. 

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7. Your muse comes home covered in bruises

Varro was supposed to meet Pietros at his place after work, but when he got there, Pietros wasn’t home. Varro had rang the door bell and tried calling him but there was nothing. It was strange. Pietros was usually really good at keeping with plans or at least letting Varro know if he had to cancel and reschedule. Varro tried calling his work but they said he had already left. Very strange indeed. He wasn’t sue what it was, maybe intuition of sorts . . . but he felt concern start to fill him. He was about ready to make a call to a friend at the police department to trace a phone, when he saw a shadowed figure approach his house. On feet. But that hair was unmistakable. “Pietros?” Varro questioned, quickly approaching him but froze when he was near enough to see the bruises upon his face. “What happened?!” He asked, eyes widened with concern as they trailed over him to see where else he was injured. 

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