Clavius smiled, looking at them. “Looks like you can’t keep your hands off him after all.”
Marius snapped out of his reverie, pulling his hand away as if he had touched fire. “I... I am still drunk...”
Clavius laughed, shaking his head. “Whatever... don’t mind me...”
Marius looked at Kyle, the slave kneeling, not moving, his head down. He vaguely remembered them kissing... how good it felt.Damn it.The night air was warm, and he felt horny again a bit, longing to touch him, feel his mouth...What the fuck’s wrong with me?He cleared his throat. “You can leave and retire for the night, Kyle.”
The slave rose and bowed. “Goodnight, dominus.”
He left and Marius had already regretted it, steeling himself.
Clavius smiled. “Why did you send him away?”
“It’s bedtime. I can’t have him kneel all night either.”
His friend toasted him. “You should just let it go, Marius. He is your slave. Just fuck him when it pleases you. You’re overthinking this again.”
Marius’ lips pinched. “Hardly... and don’t say fuck.”
Clavius mocked. “Make love? That would imply you have feelings for him...”
Marius sighed. “True... oh, fuck it! Fuck this shit! I should just sell him...” But he knew he could not and decided to keep away from him for a couple of days. They went to bed then, Clavius sleeping over, as was his custom.
III
Inthemorning,Claviusand Marius left early for a military council at the palace, and Kyle went back to the garden. Sixtus had had the fountain repaired, and Kyle worked all day fixing the pergola, painting it anew. He then planted the waterlilies in the fountain and the fishpond and trimmed the remaining trees and bushes.
By night, he was exhausted, but waited for Marius, not expecting anything at all, but knowing that the possibility was there, but when Marius came home, he just asked him to undress him and went straight to bed, dismissing him.
Marius watched him leave, and he cursed under his breath, his blue eyes blazing.
The same scenario repeated itself for the following days and Kyle buried himself into his work, vaguely shaken by Marius’ attitude, anxious. Again, he could not predict what would happen and when... and how. Just hoping, guessing.
His body had not been used to being neglected for so long. With Lucius, there had always been something, day or night, every day. He had made sure of that and if he could not do it, he would have asked one of his bodyguards, soldiers, or the slave master. It hadn’t mattered as long as Kyle had gotten it every day. It had been even more intense when they had had guests or had been hosting parties. Obviously, what at the beginning of his captivity had been an act that had almost taken his mind away, after his training and during all those years, it had become a necessity, something he’d even learnt to enjoy... so Marius’ behavior threw him in a state of despair and need. His chest swelling, he had to retire over and over again without Marius touching him and his despair grew. Still, he worked on his tasks; the garden taking shape.
Marius held for ten days, avoiding Kyle as much as he could, seeing that melancholic look in his grey eyes, a slight twinge of despair each time Marius sent him away to his room. Marius steeled himself, though, not wanting to give in to the senseless feelings he had for Kyle. He buried himself in his new life, spending time with Clavius, going on errands and to slave markets with Sixtus. They still needed two slaves, but he couldn’t find what he was looking for, and his frustration chewed at him.
One evening, though, Marius came home and went straight to the garden, wondering how it looked, and he was floored, standing in the archway. The fountain trickled, the delicate sparkling statue of a woman pouring water out of her vase, water lilies softly drifting on the pond’s surface. Bushes and trees were neatly trimmed, and the paths renewed, the grass fresh, still a bit weak. Purple acacia flowers hang heavy, their scent sweet in the warm air. Torches shone on the walls, and he wandered down the path leading to the pergola, the wood new and white, the roses tamed, gently hugging the frame. There were several beds laid out, and he sighed, lying down on one of them, his eyes in the stars.This is heaven...
He heard footsteps and Kyle stopped next to him. “Would you like to eat your dinner here, dominus?”
Marius looked up at him and shook his head, his mood mellow, the air thick between them. The slave only wore his light tunic, the flimsy fabric gliding down on his left shoulder, and Marius’ eyes roamed his body, noticing how he had filled up, the regular food and physical work sculpting his muscles, his skin tanned golden under the sun, his grey eyes shining in his face.
“I ate in town.”
Kyle nodded and turned to leave, but Marius’ voice snapped in the quiet garden. “No! Stay.”
He stopped immediately and kneeled at his side, waiting, his heart racing.
Kyle was so close, his face within his reach, and Marius sighed, closing his eyes.Ah! Fuck it... He turned to Kyle from where he was laying and leant towards him, his hand gently tilting his head up, pulling him towards his lips into a soft kiss. Kyle shuddered and his lips parted, letting Marius invade his mouth, their breaths ragged in the warm night. Marius pulled him up next to him, impatient, not breaking their kiss, lying side by side, his hand roaming the slave’s body, pulling his tunic up, feeling the warm, toned muscles under his palm. Kyle bathed in his touch, slightly trembling, hoping it would last before he changed his mind.
Marius breathed. “Touch me...”
Kyle’s hand flew to his side, to his back, caressing him under his tunic, letting his hand stray on his abs, lower down towards his erection, which he felt pressing into his palm, a soft moan escaping Marius’ lips. Kyle didn’t need to think about what he was doing, but it was still different. He’d rarely been kissed after his training, or felt cared for, and this was the first time somebody was so gentle to him. It almost made him cry, but he knew better, and swallowed his tears, pushing into the kiss, all the while stroking him, Marius’ breath quickening.
Kyle broke the kiss then, letting his mouth stray down the Roman’s body, his lips closing around his cock, letting it slide into his mouth. Marius’ eyes flew open, and his hands went to Kyle’s head, but he didn’t push him away, and soon, he was writhing on the bed, gripping the sides, his moans filling the night air. Marius felt that warm mouth around his flesh, Kyle's tongue stroking it up and down, bathing in his saliva, Kyle’s hands caressing him, working on him, and he was lost in his pleasure.
Kyle made sure he did all he could to please him, enjoying it really for the very first time, wanting to push him over the edge. He was good, and he knew it, watching the man’s face, his eyes closed, his lips parted, panting, and moaning. He smiled, knowing Marius was close, and sucked him harder, pushing him over the edge when he swallowed him whole, deep. Marius came then, growling, his warm semen spurting out in thick waves, and Kyle swallowed it all down, milking him to the last drop until he softened, sliding out of his mouth.
