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Gladiator: Chapter 4, Dead Leaves on the Wind
The Phoenix suddenly turned his head and looked at me. It was the first time I had seen his eyes lay upon me since we had entered the chamber. I could not place the emotions that rippled across his normally implacable face, but the nerves of my skin danced and sent shivers all through my body. His gaze was so intense that my Domina turned, perhaps worrying that she would find me dead upon the ground when she did. Her confusion was only exceeded by my surprise as his muscled arm lifted and the index finger of his left hand pointed directly at me. The roughness of his voice, deep and resonant in its continual hold upon me, formed only a single word as to what he wanted.
"Him."
It took a moment for my mind to comprehend the significance of what he said...of what he desired. The gleam in his eyes, the strong and direct point of his finger, the soft smile upon his full lips -- of all the possible things he could ask for, he wanted me. I struggled to breathe, and finding my place again, I glanced down immediately to avoid the sharp dagger of my Domina's gaze.
Aella did not speak for a long while, her expression unreadable as she stared at me. Her silence carried more force than the mighty gauntlet of Ares, nearly crushing me as I awaited her response. When her voice finally surfaced, it was strangely soft and wrapped in subtlety.
"Calix? There are slaves roaming the streets of our empire in droves. What could you possibly hope to gain by taking mine?"
The Phoenix's rough, deep voice brushed like calloused fingers up my spine as he uttered but one word. "Peace."
My Domina turned quickly, a mix of curiosity and shock flashing across her face as she suddenly caught the true meaning of his request. I was sure she would flatly refuse, as I was her favored servant and such help was often difficult to find. Strangely though, she relaxed almost immediately afterward, an odd grouping of words passing softly from her lips.
"`And from your hands shall the wings of the sun find peace. It is the will of...'" She looked over at me and a mysterious smile teased the edge of her mouth. "Very well. He is yours. Watch over him, gladiator, for our young Calix is far more than meets the eye."
Before either of us could raise questions as to what she meant, Aella darted forward with a heavy key in her hand, swiftly unlocking the Phoenix's cell with a loud, rusty click. Pushing the cell door open, she turned to lead us out but gasped before going further.
The prisoner who had so expertly drilled his fingers into the tight, supple ass of a young slave now stood between us and the exit, a ring of keys spinning on the spit-greased fingers of his right hand while the broken-necked boy he had pleasured lay dead within his open cell. He stood at least two heads taller than the Phoenix and could be described as none other than a long-haired mountain of muscle. Eyes dark as shadow glared at us from the other side of the room. The man's left hand rested on the hilt of a long, curved scimitar hanging from the belt at his waist.
His eyebrow rose and as he smiled, yellow broken teeth gleamed sickly in the torchlight. "You did not seriously think you would walk out of here that easily, did you? The wife of a favored senator should know better."
I had never seen Aella so distressed in all the long years of my service. She was stricken pale with a shade of panic visible even in the low light of the cell block. Her voice rode shakily on gasping breaths as she spoke.
"How did you know..."
"...that you would be here? We see much that goes unseen. You knew the risk in keeping this from us."
Aella then closed her eyes for a moment, breathing deeply before opening them again. She directed the full force of her haughty stare upon the prisoner who was not a prisoner, a look that had bent nearly all powerful men to her will. "Yes, I did. And I will risk much more to ensure that it remains out of your grasp. Now get out my way before I have the one you fear most break you in half."
The mysterious mountain of a man, anger creasing his entire face, grasped the handle of his sword and began to draw it. But before he could fully withdraw it, my vision went black.
Gasping for air, I came to in the back of a covered cart. A darkly tanned, muscular arm held me down against the blankets beneath me as I struggled wildly in panic. Then, before I could cry out for help, warm lips crashed into my own, locking sound and breath in a firm embrace of mouths. The lightly scarred face drew back, green eyes holding my own to see if I recognized his touch. How could I forget those same lips sucking feverishly at my own as my heart nearly lapsed in the heat of our passion? A smile teased the corners of my mouth as I glanced around. We were nearly buried within a mound of rugs, blankets, and cloth, his large frame pinning me down. The creaking rumble of our passage was strangely soothing underneath the lambskin tarp hiding us from view. My look of confusion elicited a rough chuckle from the Phoenix.
"We are goods bound for ships' harbor." His voice and the stubble of his cheek rubbed lightly upon my soft face made me shiver anxiously.
"I...I don't know how we got here." I searched his face for answers, but found only a glimmer of something vague. His eyes glazed over in the flash of an emotion I knew well but before I could ask further, he shook it away and smiled down at me.
"It doesn't matter now. All that you need know is that we are safe...and that I had not met true agony until the night I left your lips. Like sugared silk..." His fingers caressed my bottom lip before catching it with his mouth, sucking on it before moving his hot mouth to the drumbeat within my neck. I moaned softly, pressing my hands into the rippled muscles of his upper back. His calloused fingers drew trails of prickling fire down my lower back, slipping beneath my drawstring pants and tightly grasping my soft yet firm buttocks. He kneaded my ass in his hands as his hips pushed into me, and his mouth massaged my own with an urgency matched only by my own. The desire to be lost in the ecstasy of his touch overwhelmed every sense...the bittersweet smell of his sweat, the tangy taste of his tongue like overripe strawberries in mid-summer. All coupled with warmth that consumed me as he grinded his beautifully muscled body against my own.
I managed a small whisper upon his ear in between broken breaths. "I...I want all of you." I moaned as he lightly bit my jaw before licking it softly.
He smiled against my gasping lips, nibbling on them before pulling back to remove his loincloth. "All that I am is yours."
The Phoenix's pulsing member was as glorious as I remember it, the same dewdrops glistening upon its opening. Veins like the rivers of a map coursed along the underside of its massive girth, and my eyes followed them again down its considerable length into the large, wrinkled sack hanging below. The balls within his sack were large and oval, each one nearly half the size of my palm. Was the white creamy fluid in those? I licked my lips, and looked up at him with a large grin.
The Phoenix smiled back with laughter in his deep green eyes before lying back against the inside edge of the cart and grabbing his cock. He slapped it upon the tan waves of his abdomen, and then pushed it forward toward me. I slipped out of my pants and moved over to him, grabbing the thick shaft of his cock in both hands. My lips hungrily closed upon the engorged head, sucking lightly as my hot tongue massaged the tiny slit at the tip. I let my hot, wet mouth slide down the shaft of it, then pulled my slick lips back up towards the top and puckered them where the head met the shaft. The taste of him in my mouth was salty and warm, his enormous cock filling my tight mouth as I bobbed up and down on it. My spit was dripping down his balls, and I pulled my mouth off his cock to use my tongue to massage the spit all around his sack. I took one of the balls into my mouth and sucked on it lightly, causing him to gasp in pleasure.
Before I could continue, the Phoenix grabbed me and flipped me onto my back. My head was still near his crotch as he leaned over my stomach and grabbed my smooth legs in his hands. He locked his arms around my thighs and pulled my buttocks toward his face so my head and neck were on the ground near his cock while my ass was in the air, my knees held up and trapped beneath his armpits. Then I felt it. A warm, wet tongue suddenly burrowed into the tight hole of my ass, coating it in spit. I nearly came as he kissed my hole the way he kissed my mouth, digging his tongue inside and massaging his lips all over its puckered, pungent sweetness.
I managed to stuff his engorged cock into my mouth, gripping his tight, hard ass with one hand while I lightly stroked his spit-slick cock with the other. It was difficult to suck it as I was nearly upside down, but it was all I could do to keep my cock from exploding. Finally, the Phoenix began to groan into my ass, and before he emptied his creamy fluid into my mouth, he grabbed my ass with both hands and with his warm, wet tongue stretched out, he pushed my tight hole back and forth against his mouth, his tongue slipping in and out of my hole faster. I couldn't hold it any longer and I moaned and shivered, white fluid ejecting from my cock in ropes all over my face just as the Phoenix shoved his cock in and out of the wet hole of my tight hand before doing the same. Salty, white cream filled my open, moaning mouth and covered my face as sparks of pleasure exploded across my vision.
Panting from exhaustion and pure ecstasy, we collapsed together on the soft shipment bound for harbor. In that post-coital moment, entwined together in a sweaty daze, I felt myself believe for the first time that freedom was possible. Like a radiant sunrise reaching from behind towering mountains, the idea was finally beginning to pierce through the doubt I had carried all my life. The thought warmed me as I fell asleep in the crook of the Phoenix's arm.
Yet there were things that had poisoned the spirit of that moment...images that would not shake from my mind's eye. The mystery of my lost memory could have been but the whisper of dead leaves on the wind if it were not for two things: first, the look on my lover's face when I had confronted him about it. It was a look I had never thought to see upon his features yet one I knew instantly when seen...it was a look of fear. The second, the thing that caused my heart to stir in sudden and violent unease, was the cloak upon which we now lay. It was my cloak as I remembered it, the one I had worn into the gladiatorial dungeons...and as I looked upon it now, I realized it was soaked in blood.