Terminus?

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Title: Terminus?

Author: TwoDiffSocks and Emerald Warrior

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Lucius Vorenus/Titus Pullo

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Note: Inspired by Caia Caecilia and Setzuka’s Rome fics…thanks ya’ll! P.S. this hasn’t been beta—any mistakes is ours, let us know & we’ll fix ‘em.

Summary: On a night of drowning of sorrows, two men take their relationship beyond what either one of them thought could ever happen.

Slight AU, Slash, PWP


Pullo sighed quietly from his seat, away from his commanding officer, Lucius Vorenus, whom at this moment, was attempting again to drown his sorrows in ale. Pullo wondered when he became Vorenus’ keeper… granted they are friends and with his help, they found Lucius’ children.

Pullo looked around the room, watching Gaia pour drinks and flirt with the other men, trying to make a few coins before the night was over. She made eye contact with him and shook his head; he knew her game and thanked Dis for bringing Eirene in his life.

Eirene—sweet, loving and gentle….distracted, Titus pulled himself out of his reverie, glancing at the slumped over commander—still mumbling and moaning on the curse that he inflicted on his family.

Bacchus' balls! How long can one man go on about misfortune? Pullo shook his head again and decided to help the man into bed….maybe then Domitius would take pity on him and send him the woman he needed.
Hoisting the sturdy blond man up on to his feet, a whiff of piss caught his attention. Rolling his eyes, he wondered if the remainder of the night could get any worse?

Staggering, the two made their way to Vorenus’ room, Pullo carefully dropped him on his back on the bed.

“Pul-Pullo…good Pullo…never makes the mis-mistakes I have made…”
The brunette man took off the drunkard’s sandals, “It’ll be alright lamb. It’ll be alright.”

Vorenus stared blankly at him before placing his feet on the floor and his head in his hand, in hopes that the room would stop spinning. Suddenly, a wet cloth landed on top of his feet.

“What’s this for?”

Pullo stood at the foot of the bed and scoffed, “You’ve pissed on yourself, man. Clean yourself up.”

Drunkenly, Vorenus grinned, “You my wife now?”

Titus chuckled, crossing his arms in front of his chest, “If I was –you wouldn’t get into my bed smelling like that!”

Vorenus laughed and began to wash his legs, “What a wife you would make, Titus Pullo….not let your own man sleep in his bed…all ‘cos he was drunk!”

“Stinkin’ drunk sir,” Titus smiled turning around, giving the man a bit of privacy, “Yes well…we all have our crosses to bear. Call out if you need some help…yeah?”

Vorenus nodded his head and accidentally dropped the cloth on the floor; Pullo glanced over his shoulder at the wet plop of fabric hitting the wooden floor. He grabbed the bundle and walked across the room to where a bucket of water and a bar of soap lay. Rinsing and then soaping the material kept the older man busy for a few minutes when he heard, “Pullo….Pullo….I need some help.”

Looking up, he saw that Lucius had got his dark tunic up over his hips and somehow, stuck around his shoulders. Quietly chuckling, Pullo crossed the room again, when he got to the struggling man’s side, together they got the offensive garment off.

Freed, sleepily Vorenus’s head bobbed onto his chest before righting itself bach up again.

Pullo noticed the man’s state, he held out the soapy flannel and grabbed the man’s bare shoulder, “Hey there…let old Pullo take care of you now…just don’t fall off…not just yet.”

He began to wash Lucius’s near arm, feeling the hard muscles slowly relax under his ministrations. He placed his arm against Lucius’ back to keep him up right, and noticed his head lolled to one side.

Easier than he imagined, Titus washed Vorenus’ chest since he didn’t put up any protest, appreciating the harden form, the soft skin sliding underneath his hand easily. Without thought, Titus moved his hand downwards. A shot of desire ran through the seasoned solider.

His mind worked on the last few times Vorenus got this drunk….first it was the oysters, then there was a taste of warmth, Titus decided this time he would follow through with his hidden wish.

After all, they could blame it on the alcohol, Pullo grinned wickedly.

The handsome man continued to move the wet fabric down Vorenus’ chest to his stomach, washing in wide circles, making sure he covered the sides and hips. He boldly moved the material to Lucius’ inner thighs, nudging them further apart. Vorenus obligated and spread his legs apart, unaware of the dark passion in his second cobalt eyes.

Sighing at the warmth and at the fondling on his saques, and keeping his eyes closed, Vorenus drunkenly wondered if the whore, Gaia had come in and was touching him, making him hard. He reached out for her when her hand began to stroke him…the only problem was it wasn’t a feminine hand he encountered, but that of a man.

That semi-sobering thought made his indigo eyes fly open and encountered Pullo’s.

“Relax now…enjoy some—some ‘functionary tribute’.” Pullo smiled, easily finishing washing his groin.

Lucius huffed, “I’m some whore like Gaia…spread for any man with a coin and itch in his hand?”

“Never sir.”

Titus continued to stroke him, alternating the strokes, wrenching soft gasps, moans and shudders from Vorenus.

Vorenus couldn't help but close his eyes again at the feelings he was getting.

"Uhhhhh, Pullo...you’ve got excellent hands!" he exclaimed between sighs.

Pullo smiled at the compliment, "Thank you sir." He stroked the length of the shaft before him a few more times, and then made his way bach to the saques to cup and caress them.

Vorenus kept moaning, his legs shaking slightly at the pleasure he was receiving. Pullo decided to get even bolder; he dropped to his knees and began to lightly lick at the sensitive mushroom head and over the large blue vein before him.

That caused Vorenus to let a long, louder groan. "Oh, by Gods might! I can't stand it anymore, suck me Pullo!" he beseeched, gasping and moaning with little else on his mind, but the man between his legs and his own personal desires.

Pullo's grin widened at the demand, "As you wish, sir."

He began to slide the thick cock head past his lips. Vorenus moaned, arching his back— the pleasure grew in his groin. Pullo slid more of the wide and elongated cock down his throat, his teeth lightly dragging up and down on it.

Vorenus arched more, grabbing onto the bed sheets as he began to slowly thrust into the hot succulent mouth. Seeing Lucius undone by his own administrations, Titus sucked on the rock-like cock faster, pulling him deeper with his lips. Lucius’ cock head began to push against the back of Pullo's throat, causing the man to almost gag.

Vorenus just kept bucking his hips between Pullo's lips, almost dumping himself right off the bed. Pullo stepped away, causing his commander’s cock to slide out from his swollen lips. He panted, trying to get his breathing back to normal. Vorenus' blue eyes half opened looked down at him.

"Why...did...you stop?" he demanded, gasping for air. Pullo stood up, his shaky hands reached for the hem of his tunic. He quickly slides the shirt up and off his body. He looked at Vorenus, lust in his eyes.

"Vorenus, I want be inside you." he stated, the other man’s eyes grew wide.
“But…but…that isn’t proper! I have never—”

Vorenus watched his freedman friend stroke his already hard and weeping cock. “It’s alright love, I have...I know what to do. Besides…you’re too drunk to remember and if you do—it’s only pleasure.” Pullo spoke with an easy wide grin, as he continued his administrations. Lucius just looked at him, puzzled but said nothing to stop him.

He had spoken the truth, as a career soldier…the campaigns were often long and comfort came with his fellow legionnaires then later the whores. Did it matter? Arse or cunny—it matter not, as each was good for whatever you were in need of. He went off to grab some olive oil left on a table from the mid day’s meal.

Vorenus sat up, hastily got to his knees, turned without falling off and waited on all fours, Pullo stopped him, “What are you doing?”

Lucius looked up at him from his position. “Even I have seen catamites at the toilets.” He rolled his eyes, “This is how it is done…come on man!”

Pullo's heart skipped a few beats, with Vorenus’ arse presented to him like two ripe peaches waiting to be eaten and savoured. “No…no, not like that. I don’t want you to be thinking of any one besides good ol’s Titus Pullo. I want you on your back; I want to see every ripple of pleasure go through your face.”

Surprised and pleased at Titus’ words, Vorenus grinned and rolled on to his back, spreading his legs awkwardly. Pullo knelt on the bed between the long muscular golden legs; he coated his finger and his impatience cock with helpful oil.

“Relax….it will be uncomfortable but we will make it as pleasurable as possible—for both of us.” He placed one of Vorenus’ legs on his shoulder, and draped the other high on his hip.

Lucius watched in anticipation of what's to come. Pullo slowly placed his fingers at the entrance of the man's ass. Slowly and carefully, he slid his fingers deep into the wanting and waiting pucker. Vorenus moaned at the abrupt intrusion at his entrance. His unconscious response to clamp down and not let in the enemy fingers, but Pullo noticed and teased not only his sensitive anus but his scrotum and his cock with his free hand. Lucius shut his eyes tightly, giving himself over to Pullo’s trust and enjoyment; he gripped the wooden sides of the bed.

Titus managed to get his fingers in and moved them in and out of the tight hole before making sure it was ready for his secret lusting loving. He worked a rhythm; assured that he massaged that little bundle of nerves deep inside, watching Vorenus tremble and shake with desire, until Vorenus reached for his own waning shaft.

“Yes…..yes….that is it Titus! Again….again!” he shamelessly called out.

Chuckling, Pullo watched his fingers slide faster out of the blonde and the man’s anus tightened around them when hit Lucius’ sweet spot. Finally, he felt that both were ready and neither could wait much longer.

Positioning his hard oiled cock at the hole his fingers were just in, he gently began sliding the head in and past the tight rings of muscle in the forbidden passageway. Vorenus moaned louder, gritting his teeth, gripping Pullo’s thigh tightly as his pucker was stretched wide. Titus slowly thrusted into the virginal hole watching his lover arch, sweat gleaming on his forehead.

“By the Gods!” they both exclaimed of the feelings running through them.

Pullo kept moaning louder, unable to believe that this was happening, as the new lovers movements started getting faster. The room quickly filled with the smell of sex—the scent of two men’s heated passion. Moving his strong hips faster, Pullo’s balls slapping against the man under him. Vorenus moaned as his tight arse was being filled deeply, getting close to his orgasm.

Lucius unknowingly thrusted back on the cock buried inside of him, wanting so badly to be filled with the hot cum that was coming. Pullo reached around his lover, wrapping his hand round his hard cock and began stroking it roughly. That was too much for his latest conquest whom groaned and arched his back suddenly, shooting hot thick spunk onto the tanned hand round his cock.

"Oh …Titus please...shoot in me!" he pleaded, digging his heel in the darker haired man’s bum urging him faster.

Pullo groaned with his eyes closed tightly, and he thrusted one last time, hard, deep and long before shooting his load in Vorneus’ arse. Lucius moaned again at the feeling of the hot fluid fill him. Pullo just kept thrusting, pushing into the man under him harder on the bed as he continued filling the luscious arse.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, Pullo nearly collapsed on the shaking man under him.

Titus tried catching his breath before speaking up, "That...was everything...I couldn’t imagined...it would...be...." he said between gasps, seemingly unable to catch it. They both just smiled, their breaths coming in long shallow gasps.

The next morning, the two men woke and looked around. Unsure of what happened; Vorenus was the first to get up. He stretched his sore nude body, uncertain of how that occurred.

He made his way to the bowl of water, dipping his hands in it and picking up some water, splashing it on his face. After he did that, he got this sudden feeling that something unusual occurred last night.

Pullo opened his eyes and looked around, blinking the sleep out. He glanced over at the table and smiled, seeing Vorenus cleaning his face.

"Morning, how did you sleep?" he asked, sitting up in the bed.

Vorenus looked over, seeing Titus resting there, nude and gasped, the vague thoughts of last night still eluded him but a new thought entered the staunch, traditional, Roman soldier, they were in the same bed—unclothed.

Pullo laughed at the expression on Vorenus' face, "Told you –you wouldn't remember, didn't I?"

All that did was make Lucius frown; a small nagging feeling came over him. Something did happen last night, and had something to do with Pullo.

Titus slid off the bed and to his feet, padding his way over to the puzzled man.

"You need a clue...here it is,” he whispered in the man’s ear, “You'll find it hard to sit." he grinned, picking up the bowl and dumping some water on his head.

That statement hit Vorenus, images flashed past his eyes of the night before.

Honorable and severe, and a staunch traditionalist man, he had to sit down as the full effect of last night hit him.

“Oh, we...you mean, I...and you...the bed..."

Hedonist Pullo laughed again, sitting beside the stammering man, "Yes on all accounts. You remember now?"

Vorenus just nodded, unable to find the right words.

Pullo put an arm round him, pulling him close. "It’s okay, it doesn't change anything. It happened...you know…you got to admit… it was good."

Lucius just sat there before speaking, his brow furrowed, "I...I suppose...yes."

The impulsive risk taker smiled at him, getting up, "Okay, we must be going. Much to do today." he said, picking up the clothes on the floor. "You’d better get dressed too, unless you want to go out in the nude," he said with a smirk.

Vorenus smiled at him, nodding as he picked up his clothes and began dressing.

After both were dressed and his friend and brother was about to leave. "Um, Pullo...?" Vorenus asked, looking at his second in command.

Pullo turned to him, "Yes?"

Vorenus stumbled for the words, “Think...we can do this again, brother?"

Pullo smiled, "We'll see brother," he said with a wink, almost making his way out.

Vorenus quickly caught up to him, grabbing his arm. "I need to know now...okay?"

Pullo grinned sympathetically, "If you play your cards right, sir."

Vorenus nodded, he moved in closer, "Maybe I'll take you." he said before walking away.

Pullo just laughed, at that, he knew...was going to happen.





Terms:
Bacchus: The Greek god of wine and fertility.

Dis: Dis Pater, predecessor of Pluto in Roman Mythology and ancestor of the Gauls according to Roman thought.

Domitius: in Roman mythology, was a male god who kept wives in the households of their husbands.

Terminus: The End

Source: Wikipedia