Rome: Occasions, Antony/Cicero (yeah, don't ask, I don't know either)
Many thanks to cesperanza and melina123 for beta. (Also, this is totally Melina's fault.)
Occasions (2,799 words)
Antony/Cicero, explicit
No one ever accused Mark Antony of letting principle stand in the way of pleasure.
Antony was drunk the first time he cornered Cicero, up against one of the pillars in Dolabella's house. The party had only been going a short while; the weasel was trying to slip out early. His eyes had been going to the door ever since he'd seen Antony walk in unexpectedly. "Going somewhere, friend?" Antony planted his arm on the pillar, to the side of Cicero's head. "The night's still young."
"I find I have a headache," Cicero said. "If you will excuse me-"
"Maybe I won't," Antony said, and leaned in tipsily close. He'd only meant to whisper an insult, but Cicero's eyes bulged so, before he'd even said anything, that instead Antony started to laugh so hard the pathetic worm managed to slither away and get himself out the door.
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Occasions (2,799 words)
Antony/Cicero, explicit
No one ever accused Mark Antony of letting principle stand in the way of pleasure.
Antony was drunk the first time he cornered Cicero, up against one of the pillars in Dolabella's house. The party had only been going a short while; the weasel was trying to slip out early. His eyes had been going to the door ever since he'd seen Antony walk in unexpectedly. "Going somewhere, friend?" Antony planted his arm on the pillar, to the side of Cicero's head. "The night's still young."
"I find I have a headache," Cicero said. "If you will excuse me-"
"Maybe I won't," Antony said, and leaned in tipsily close. He'd only meant to whisper an insult, but Cicero's eyes bulged so, before he'd even said anything, that instead Antony started to laugh so hard the pathetic worm managed to slither away and get himself out the door.
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