“Get up, Kyle, and lift your face.”
He obeyed, slowly looking up into the void, not wanting to make eye contact with the emperor, and the old man looked him over, his eyes gleaming. “Your father was right... he is a rare treat... we’ll see what he can do for us later, mhm?”
Marius blanched but tried to sound casual. “Sure, uncle...”
The emperor laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Very well... we also need to talk work, but that’s for later, in a couple of days... Enjoy the party!”
Titus looked at Marius, wide eyed. “Uncle?”
Marius shrugged.My fucking luck...
The emperor climbed on his elevated platform where his couch was, his hands going to his slave kneeling at his side, a young man with a thin face, his eyes like a weasel’s, and he greeted the guests, toasting with his cup. “Noble men of Rome... welcome. We have a long night ahead of us, I hope, full of surprises.”
They cheered, and the party began, young boys gliding around them with jugs of wine. They filled their cups again and Marius handed it to Kyle. “Drink, you’ll need it...”
Kyle took the cup and gingerly tasted the dark liquid, his tongue tingling, all his senses alert as the familiar sweet taste invaded his mouth.
He gently tugged on Marius’ toga, making him look down, a small smile on his lips. “Hungry already?”
Kyle lifted his face to him and parted his lips, letting Marius kiss him, whispering. “The wine... it’s tainted...”
Marius looked at him, alarmed, and raised the cup to his lips, the peculiar taste invading his mouth. “What the fuck is this?”
Titus smiled, toasting him. “A potent little mix... a light sedative with a good dose of aphrodisiac...”
Marius frowned. “You’re an expert, I see...”
Titus laughed. “I have some of this at home... can come in handy if you need to tame your slaves...” His eyes shone and Marius felt like throwing up.
Still, he looked down at Kyle. “Do you want to drink this?”
Kyle reached for the cup, his face not giving away anything. “Yes, dominus...”
He let him down the cup, which got instantly refilled, and Clavius turned to his friend. “You should drink one too... for your nerves.”
He grinned and Marius toasted him, feeling the liquid fill him up, a slight warmth invading his insides, flowing down to his groin...Wonderful...the lights danced a bit in the room, and he lay back, a bit more relaxed. He looked down at Kyle, his eyes glazed over, scanning the room.
His hand went to pet his head and the young man leaned into his touch. Some exotic dancers invaded the floor in front of them and food was served, but already, masters and slaves were slowly kissing, groping at each other. Marius reached down to pull Kyle up next to him, his nerves on edge.
Kyle sensed it and leant on him, pushing him into the couch, slowly kissing him, his tongue invading his mouth. He whispered to him. “Relax... let me guide you...”
Marius closed his eyes and got lost in their kiss, the tainted wine tingling on his skin, his hands gliding on Kyle’s silky tunic. He could not tell when the dancers had left the stage, but the slow music remained and then, the emperor’s voice above his head. He opened his eyes, pushing Kyle off to his side.
“My good nephew and my good Titus… care to assist in heating up the mood?... I had a great idea...” The young men looked at each other, then back at the old man, Marius’ jaw clenched. “So... I thought your slaves could do us a little show on stage... they are both gorgeous and, as far as I know, experienced?” He ran his finger along Kyle’s jaw and Marius’ stomach flipped, but the slave just looked at the old man and parted his lips. “Why... what a good little slut...” He pushed his finger into Kyle’s mouth and the slave moaned around it, closing his eyes.
Marius couldn’t believe it, and he almost did something stupid when Titus rose, shoving his slave in the front. “It will be a pleasure, honored emperor.”
The old man looked at him, pulling his finger out, a wide grin on his face. “Excellent! Let them take the stage.”
Slaves had carried a stand in, to the middle of the room, carpeted like a large bed, full of pillows, and Kyle’s and Damian’s eyes drifted there, then they looked at each other.
Titus gave them each a cup. “Party time, boys, drink up.”
They obeyed, Marius frozen, unable to move.
Clavius clasped his arm. “You knew this might happen... sit back and don’t you fucking move. Your fuck boy here is a pro, he’ll handle it. Right, Kyle?”
The slave turned to them, his eyes misted over, and he walked to Marius, kissing him deep, whispering. “Just don’t forget... I love you... whatever happens, whatever you see...”
