Ancient Rome AU Mini Ficlet
Title: Glory of Rome
Author: melliyna
Rating: R
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Pairing: Winters/Nixon
Disclaimer: Based off the performances in the TV series, not the real men. No responsibility taken for any inner history major/geek crying in the corner. I find if I lock mine in a basement somewhere, that works fairly well ;)
Notes: For m_buggie who gave me the final shape of this ficlet and dearkiki who was the inspiration for the original idea. I thank you both. Historical accuracy cannot be entirely guaranteed and to avoid confusion, I'm not using period authentic names for characters. I think my history teachers will murder me for this though ;) And this means that the next part of the Crusades AU? It's coming very soon.
Summary: It's an Ancient Rome AU. Nixon in a toga, half naked son of celtic chieftan Winters and I think Sobel's over there, making a list. May contain traces of crack.
Lewis Nixon, lately the occupier of the family senate seat was striding across the expanse of the forum, well occupied with the days business. Truly it was a dangerous and interesting time to be a scion of one of the more powerful and wealthy families in Rome, with the Emperor becoming madder by the day, as if the damn horse hadn't been enough. He was thinking only of the neccessary allocation of funds to the city, when he saw the man standing there. A slave, nothing more but Lewis Nixon could feel the breath stop in his throat.
Breathtaking. The man was young, still with the pale skin of barbarian Gaul or Alba. With such a quiet dignity and pride around him, even as he stood half naked, with chains about his wrists. Soft red hair, eyes that were the hue of the sky at the height of summer. Here was a warrior, yes but also a leader of men.
He found himself winding his way through the crowds surrounding the slave market, until suddenly he was face to face with the man who had so caught his eye. And with a start, he saw that the pale skin was marked. Swirls of blue and green, in beautifully elaborate patterns that covered his shoulders and upper body. Nixon couldn't help the slight sigh of appreciation that escaped his lips, when he looked at the way the stood out against pale skin, adding to the beauty of the man.
"You wonder, Roman why I am marked so?" A soft voiced question in latin, but with a strange accent. Nixon is not surprised, somehow that this slave speaks the Roman tongue, not with the gleam of intelligence he has seen in his eyes. "It was to say, to the world that I am a warrior, a worthy leader in the eyes of my people." And somehow, there is no rancour in this answer and Lewis wonders, what happened to take the anger out of the man.
"And what else are you?" Nixon finds himself saying, as he moves closer, lets his fingers trace the patterns of the tattoo, already knowing that he is going to buy this barbarian slave, let his father say what he might. "Do you have a name, for one thing?" The barbarian, just lets him trace the patterns, with the sensible resignation of a slave who knows the likely consequence of refusal.
"I am the leader of good men, a good people above all. But I am called Richard Winters or I was, before Rome found me." And then, Lewis Nixon knows he will have this man. Richard Winters, a prince of Alba who surrendered himself, so that his people and his men would survive to win another victory. There had been a high price placed upon his head, Sobel had been seeking intelligence upon him for a long time, without success. But if Lewis Nixon was honest, he was not thinking of that. He was thinking what it would be like, to hold this man against his chest, softly kissing his throat, before turning to his mouth as they stood looking out over his fields. What it would be like, to have come to his bed freely, to see the light of love in his eyes.
Author: melliyna
Rating: R
Fandom: Band of Brothers
Pairing: Winters/Nixon
Disclaimer: Based off the performances in the TV series, not the real men. No responsibility taken for any inner history major/geek crying in the corner. I find if I lock mine in a basement somewhere, that works fairly well ;)
Notes: For m_buggie who gave me the final shape of this ficlet and dearkiki who was the inspiration for the original idea. I thank you both. Historical accuracy cannot be entirely guaranteed and to avoid confusion, I'm not using period authentic names for characters. I think my history teachers will murder me for this though ;) And this means that the next part of the Crusades AU? It's coming very soon.
Summary: It's an Ancient Rome AU. Nixon in a toga, half naked son of celtic chieftan Winters and I think Sobel's over there, making a list. May contain traces of crack.
Lewis Nixon, lately the occupier of the family senate seat was striding across the expanse of the forum, well occupied with the days business. Truly it was a dangerous and interesting time to be a scion of one of the more powerful and wealthy families in Rome, with the Emperor becoming madder by the day, as if the damn horse hadn't been enough. He was thinking only of the neccessary allocation of funds to the city, when he saw the man standing there. A slave, nothing more but Lewis Nixon could feel the breath stop in his throat.
Breathtaking. The man was young, still with the pale skin of barbarian Gaul or Alba. With such a quiet dignity and pride around him, even as he stood half naked, with chains about his wrists. Soft red hair, eyes that were the hue of the sky at the height of summer. Here was a warrior, yes but also a leader of men.
He found himself winding his way through the crowds surrounding the slave market, until suddenly he was face to face with the man who had so caught his eye. And with a start, he saw that the pale skin was marked. Swirls of blue and green, in beautifully elaborate patterns that covered his shoulders and upper body. Nixon couldn't help the slight sigh of appreciation that escaped his lips, when he looked at the way the stood out against pale skin, adding to the beauty of the man.
"You wonder, Roman why I am marked so?" A soft voiced question in latin, but with a strange accent. Nixon is not surprised, somehow that this slave speaks the Roman tongue, not with the gleam of intelligence he has seen in his eyes. "It was to say, to the world that I am a warrior, a worthy leader in the eyes of my people." And somehow, there is no rancour in this answer and Lewis wonders, what happened to take the anger out of the man.
"And what else are you?" Nixon finds himself saying, as he moves closer, lets his fingers trace the patterns of the tattoo, already knowing that he is going to buy this barbarian slave, let his father say what he might. "Do you have a name, for one thing?" The barbarian, just lets him trace the patterns, with the sensible resignation of a slave who knows the likely consequence of refusal.
"I am the leader of good men, a good people above all. But I am called Richard Winters or I was, before Rome found me." And then, Lewis Nixon knows he will have this man. Richard Winters, a prince of Alba who surrendered himself, so that his people and his men would survive to win another victory. There had been a high price placed upon his head, Sobel had been seeking intelligence upon him for a long time, without success. But if Lewis Nixon was honest, he was not thinking of that. He was thinking what it would be like, to hold this man against his chest, softly kissing his throat, before turning to his mouth as they stood looking out over his fields. What it would be like, to have come to his bed freely, to see the light of love in his eyes.