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{Thats The Golden Gladius! -- Veston: Part 2} (Smut)

(A/N: It's ancient Rome. People don't wear underwear. Don't judge! XD and now I remember why I haven't written any smut!! Because I'm an innocent little peacock... ok maybe that's bending the truth, but I cringe whenever I have to write words having to do with this stuff. This makes me admire you guys who can write it even more!)

Requested by hopestar524

"I have brought the Champion Vik per your request, My liege." He called. In seconds, the huge door opened, seemingly by magic, and the messenger retreated, leaving Vik standing in front of a huge hallway, adorned with tapestries. At the end, the throne of the emperor stood, holding Preston himself.

Vik gulped, and advanced into the room.

He walked slowly through the wide corridor, admiring the tapestries in his peripheral vision. As he got closer to the Emperor, he couldn't help but stare. Preston's  tunic hugged his torso tightly, showing off his muscles. The shirt went down to his mid-theigh, and a red scarf draped over his right shoulder and through his belt on the left side. He had black pants on over his boots,and his lithe hands were covered by leather gloves that extended to his elbows. His chocolate brown hair was covered by a wreathe of golden faux-rosemary.

When Vik reached about two meters from the base of the throne, he stopped, and knelt. He suddenly felt underdressed, wearing only his battle attire in the presence of the emperor of all of Rome.

"You may rise." Preston said, his voice sounding less booming and authoritative then Vik had previously assumed, and more husky and seductive. Vik mentally punched himself for the thought. He stood slowly, still not moving from his position. Preston descended from his throne and walked toward Vik, who looked down at the ground, refusing to meet the emperors eyes as that would be disrespectful.

Vik suddenly felt the gloved hand of the emperor trace up his spine. His breathing hitched and he stiffened, but still refused to look up. Preston's hand moved from the Gladiator's back to his shoulder, and then around his neck to his chest. His other hand landing on Vik's abs.

"So, Vikram. I quite enjoyed your performance today in the colosseum." Vik bit his lip to hold in a moan at the use of his full name. Preston walked foreword so his feet were directly behind Vik's, and put his chest against the other's back.

"Not necessarily the fight. I liked the part where you took off your shirt mostly." He moved his face closer to Vik's neck, licking a long strip from his ear to his shoulder. Vik took in a shuddering breath and spoke in the most firm voice he could muster.

"My liege, I-" he was cut off by Preston's gloved hand over his mouth. Vik could smell the strong scent of leather as the gauntlet was pressed gently against his face. Preston used the leverage of the position to pull Vik's head back and to the side, and nipped gently at the exposed flesh. The gladiator bit his lip to hold in a moan, but Preston felt the movement through his grip on Vik's mouth.

He spun Vik around so that he was facing him. He had a hand on each of Vik's upper arms. Vik immediately leaned back and put his head down again, blushing. The emperor chucked, letting go of one of Vik's arms and tilting his chin up.

"You don't seem as confident now as you were in the arena." he smirked, and pushed Vik backward lightly. The gladiator stumbled and fell to his knees, where he stayed. The emperor stood in front of him, and pressed his boot against Vik's side softly. Vik laid sprawled out on the ground where he fell, his elbows at a right angle, keeping his head just barely off the ground.

Preston knelt beside him, pulling something from a pocket in his chiton and extending his hands to Vik's neck. Vik felt a leather band across his throat and heard the noises of a knot being tied. He moved his arm slightly, trying not to engage the emperor's attention, and felt the collar. It was secured around his neck tightly. Vik pulled roughly, to find that the material wouldn't give. Preston laughed.

"Stand up Vik." the gladiator scrambled to his feet and looked at the emperor. He was holding a rope, which Vik found was attached to his collar.

"Follow me." the emperor ordered, and turned to the wall on the left of the throne. There was an open door there that Vik hadn't noticed before, and Preston walked towards it quickly, Vik half jogging to keep up. The king walked through the door, and the hallway beyond, still with the gladiator in tow. They passed servants who were busily swarming the outskirts of the hallway. Vik hid his face as they walked past the people, humiliated but oddly turned on by the degradation.

At the end of the hall, Preston approached another door. Twisting a key in the handle, he opened the entry and the two stepped into the room. Inside was what seemed to be the emperors own bedroom. A gold and red satin bed took up most of the room, but there were also expensive carpets and antique dressers covering the floorspace.

Preston led Vik toward the bed and gently shoved him onto it. He unlatched the rope from Vik's neck, throwing it to the side, but kept the collar on.

"Here there's no need to bite your lip. Moan as loud as you want." the emperor said huskily. VIk's eyes widened but he nodded. Preston crawled on top of the gladiator and bit at his neck again. This time, Vik let out a breathy moan, leaning his head back to give the other more area. Preston pulled at the bandages over Vik's shoulder, pushing them down to his hand. The emperor quickly looped the fabric around Vik's wrist, and around to the other, successfully immobilizing the warrior's hands at his sides. Vik moaned and writhed, noticing the bonds.

Preston slowly stood up and undid the buttons of his tunic one by one. Vik let out a needy whimper as the emperor removed his garments at a leisurely pace. Finally stepping free of his garb, he leaned over the bed again, kissing down Vik's chest and simultaneously removing his boots and pulling down his braccae. When Preston had fully taken off Vik's pants and thrown them on the floor, he pulled off his own boots and pants. He returned to the whining gladiator under him, kissing him roughly. Vik moaned into the kiss as the Preston started to palm him. He was shaking with anticipation and arousal.

Preston crawled up the bed and slipped his member into Vik's mouth. The gladiator moaned, causing vibrations to run through Preston. He thrusted into Vik's throat, the warrior choking slightly but still moaning with pleasure. When Preston felt his climax approaching, he pulled out, crawling back down to eye level with Vik. The gladiator struggled against his bonds, wanting to grab at Preston's hair, but unable to move. Preston put an elbow on either side of Vik's head, pulling him into a kiss as he enters him slowly. Vik moans loudly, whimpers intertwining with the noises as Preston speeds up.

Vik lets out a squeal as Preston hits something within him that causes a knot to form in his stomach. Preston goes faster, spurred on by the noise. He groans as Vik releases with a cry of his name, the noise causing the emperor to reach his own climax. Collapsing on the bed next to the gladiator, Preston undoes the bindings on Vik's hands and throws the fabric to the side. Vik mewls as his arms are freed and snuggles up to Preston's side. The emperor holds the gladiator tightly in his grasp, sliding the satin comforter over them.

"Is this the treatment that all your champion gladiators receive, my liege?" Vik asks uncertainly. Preston chuckles.

"Nope. Just you." He kisses the tip of Vik's nose. "And call me Preston."

In seconds, the two fall into sleep, still clinging together in their loving embrace.

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I just realized that I totally forgot about all that stuff involving the three gods in the first part... but I'm too lazy to change it... so just pretend that fudging the gods are looking down at them and smiling and spreading pixie dust that will bless them with a happy future! :D