Marius swallowed, close to tears, and he let Kyle’s hands go, watching the slaves hold hands and walk down to the staged bed. They stripped slowly to the music, and the guests shouted, obscene words flying through the air, but Kyle and Damian were lost already, both fully aware of what they had to do. They started caressing each other, their mouths close to the other’s ear, and they whispered to each other, trying to quickly set some structure to their impro.
Damian’s tongue ran along Kyle's jaw. “Top or bottom?”
Kyle whispered, kissing Damian's cheek. “Bottom...”
“Rough?”
“Let’s see what they like...”
“Ok... make me hard first?”
Kyle nodded and looked into his eyes, his hands gliding down Damian’s sides and they smiled at each other, Damian’s mouth so close to his he could feel the warmth of his breath, the soft skin of his lips. “I actually quite like you...”
Kyle’s tongue swept over his lips. “Yes... me too...”
They kissed then, slowly, their hands roaming each other, the taste of the drugged wine mingling in their mouths. It started kicking in and they felt warm, their skin tingling, their senses dulled to the noise around them, the shouting, the music... Kyle pushed Marius out of his mind, drawing on his training at the brothel, at Lucius’ parties where he had to be on stage more than once. This was not too bad compared to what he had to do in the past, so he tried to make the most out of it, knowing what was at stake. They had to please the emperor and his guests... He sank to his knees, his eyes on Damian, licking his lips with exaggeration and the Greek slave’s lips curled into a smile, his hands going to Kyle’s hair, gently curling his fingers into it as he took him in his mouth. Damian threw his head back and moaned loudly, making the guests cheer around them. Kyle had to suppress a smile. Damian sure was a good actor, and he was already hard in his mouth, pushing in, to the hilt, slowly rocking his hips. Kyle had no trouble accommodating him. He was smaller than Marius, but still of a good size, and he felt his hands grip his hair, pumping harder. The shouting increased around them...They will like it rough...
Marius lay on his couch, watching the scene unfurl in front of his eyes, and his hands curled into fists at his side, his face white.
Clavius rose and sat next to him. “Scoot over...” He gave Marius a glass of wine, making sure he drank it all. “Now... much better, right? Relax your face and try to look like you’re not dying from the inside.”
Marius closed his eyes for a brief moment, swaying, his voice soft. “I can’t watch this...”
Clavius’ hand closed on his fist. “You have no choice... not with your divine uncle watching. You know what this is, Marius... you want to keep your lover boy? Act like he means nothing to you, otherwise, they’ll find a way to take him from you.”
Marius looked at him, his eyes widening as his words sank in. He looked back at the slaves, his eyes then drifting to the emperor, the old man slowly toasting him. He grinned at him, lifting his cup, and turned to Titus, who was watching the slaves with a smirk on his face. “Titus, let’s toast to our little sluts.”
“They’re something, right? I have to admit, yours seems to have an incredibly talented mouth.”
They laughed, and they drank deep, their eyes going back to the scene. Lying on the other side of him, Clavius left his hand on his fist, feeling his muscles tense. Marius pretended not to care though, but inwardly, his heart was beating fast, and bitterness settled in the back of his throat when the guests started chanting.
“Fuck him! Fuck him!”
Damian pushed Kyle off him and bent down to kiss him deeply, slowly turning him around on all fours, leaning on his back to nibble his throat, softly whispering. “They want more action... ready?”
Kyle pushed back against him. “Yes...”
A slave boy brought Damian a bottle of oil, and he made a show of coating his fingers, letting the oil trickle down Kyle’s back, the slick liquid shimmering on the gold of his skin.
He then pushed his fingers in, all the while licking Kyle’s neck and shoulders. “I can’t stretch you for too long...”
Kyle shut his eyes, pretending to enjoy it immensely. “Doesn’t matter...”
Damian settled back then and pulled his fingers out, pushing his cock right in, to the hilt with a rough thrust, and Kyle moaned loudly, slightly surprised. He braced his arms when Damian started pounding him, not leaving time for him to adjust, the shouting loud around them as men cheered and whistled. The drug had dimmed his senses to the pain, but it was still there, lingering, and he panted through his moans and mewls filling the room, sweat breaking down his back. Damian reached forward and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back, making his back arch even more, and Kyle’s lips parted, dizzy with the sudden pain. The show seemed to work though, and he breathed hard, trying to shut out his feelings.
Marius’ face stayed a pale mask, seemingly uncaring, but inside, he felt like he was falling apart. He had to steel himself not to rush down to the bed and yank that blonde slave off Kyle, all his willpower funneled into staying still.
Clavius glanced at him, not letting go of his hand. He sat up slightly when Kyle’s head was yanked back, and Clavius leaned against him, his voice soft. “Stay put...”
Marius clenched his jaw and drank deeply, trying to calm the sudden rage swirling inside of him.
Titus smiled at him. “Worried about your pet?”
Marius looked at him with a mocking smile. “Not at all... he can handle worse than that.”
Guests all around them were busy with their slaves, the show and the drugs fueling their desires and the entire room soon was filled with groans and moans, some just lazily watching whilst their slaves sucked them off. Marius felt his head swoon, and he wished for this whole thing to be over so he could grab Kyle and run with him, out of this horrid place. Clavius patted his hand, and he clutched at it, almost crushing it in his despair.
Finally, Damian came inside of Kyle with a growl, their bodies drenched, and Kyle’s whole body trembled, his mind numb. He panted, sitting on his heels, his hands on his thighs while Damian collapsed next to him, looking up into his eyes.
