Fic: Slash: A Flaw in Destiny 1/?
A FLAW IN DESTINY 1/?
AUTHORS: rufferto (Borias) and kitty_trio (Caesar)
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: BORIAS/CAESAR
RATING: NC17
THEME: This is an Alternate Universe; it’s a cross between real life Roman History and Xena's history, leaning more towards real life history.
SUMMARY: When Venus saw the fate of her favorite mortal descendant Gaius Julius Caesar she strove to attempt to save him. At the risk of angering the King of the Gods she dabbled in the affairs of mortals. To the soothsayers of the land that listened, she gave them this message: There will be a time when Rome crosses to foreign soil, a time when land after land will fall to her power. During this time, two men of war will love each other. If this love is declared on the Ides of March, then the fate of the Roman Empire can be avoided. If this love dies, then so does Rome decay into strife and war.
The telling of this tale begins in 49 BC while a bitter, determined Caesar is hunting Pompey in Greece. But it really began 31 years before in 80 BC in Bithynia when 20 year old Gaius Julius Caesar meets his match in a foreign warrior from Greece, a tough young man named Borias, a protégée of King Nicomedes of Bithynia.
DISCLAIMER: We are not making any money from this story. We do not own the character of Borias or any used from the world of Xena. This is no intention to be a real representation of historical figures
CHAPTER ONE "At Long Last"
Borias shudders; he could feel the pain lacing through his leg with each careful stitch from the healer. He was numb, his naked body swathed in the healing ointment. He moans from pain, eyes closed, half delirious
Manius Seius, who normally went by the name Seius, eyes the dark haired warrior with distaste. The tall, spindly man of uncertain age fixed his oddly colored eyes on the wounded man. So he had returned. He scratched at the brand the god of war had given him all those years ago. It burns in indignation. Seius watches dispassionately as his protégée, a gifted blind female healer from Gaul began her work. He had thought the problem of Borias long solved, until this day. He'd even warned Caesar about going back to Greece in search of Pompey. Little had he known what they would find. Mars would not be pleased. "Careful, Paulla." he instructed with a wave of his fingers, "Your master wishes all stitches to be as close as possible. He does not want his prize damaged."
The healer tries to stop Borias from moving but it is difficult, they had been forced to bind him with chains. Tossing his head back Borias howls in pain when one of his more serious wounds was cauterized and then cleansed. By the gods, what was this torture? Why was he not dead?
Gaius Julius Caesar watches from the shadows. Slipping silently from the tent he motions Seius to follow.
“How long will it be until he is ready for service?” He would have this new prize, and soon.
"He's weak," Seius gave a sniff as though staving off a chill. He had been so long in Caesar's service that he was able to read the other man's emotions better than most. Julius was impatient, Julius recognized him. "He hasn't opened his eyes yet, Master. Time will tell. I trust that Paulla's skill will bring him back to us. A fine man, but he will not be easily broken. It may be a while. Surely great Caesar has others that will do just as well."
Borias tenses on the bed of furs. He coughs and growls. If his hands were free, he would have lashed out.
Caesar levels a hard stare at the healer. “Do not presume to know my wishes.” He turns toward the command tent. “Have him presentable when I return from the supply depot at Dyrrhachium. Two days hence.” He adds with a curt nod. He will not be denied.
Entering his lavish campaign tent he clears it of his senior centurions with one wave of a hand. Finally, the man he has sought for years is in his possession. Unable to concentrate on the scrolls before him, he pours a goblet of wine, as images assail him.
***BEGIN FLASHBACK***
Gaius thrust deeply into the man leant over the camp stool. He grasps the long hair to bare the cords of the young warlord’s neck to his teeth. The power of the straining body beneath his has the young Roman captain grunting as he nears completion. He squeezes the base of his lover’s member to stave the other’s release. “Hold and I will drink your essence.” He growls.
After emptying his seed in the willing body, Gaius flips the tattooed man onto the furs littering the floor of the tent. Swallowing the engorged shaft, he hums with the heady pleasure of having this man under his control.
Borias curses under his breath, the wave of ecstasy that sweeps over him hits with its usual incredible force. He grits his teeth hard to keep from crying out; he will not give Gaius the satisfaction. It was true that he had come willingly, upon his King's command, but he had not expected anything like this to happen. His cock wept its seed hard and fast as soon as it was released from torment. This wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time. Unable to stop himself, he reached for Gaius, his body trembling and licked with sweat.
A secret smile lights Gaius’ eyes as he savors his lover’s offering. Proscription from Rome was looking better with every passing day. As the easterner pulled their sweaty bodies together, Gaius leant down to plunder reddened lips and share Borias’ essence. He would keep this man with him. Both had a destiny to conquer. With Borias at his side and in his bed the world was theirs.
Gasping a breath, Gaius laughed. “That was round one. What do you have in store for the next?”
Borias pants and growls at the elder man, "You would never allow it," he says in his thick accent, eyes heated with passion. "But if I had my way I'd fuck you until you screamed." He licks his lips, long legs lifting slightly on either side of his lover. His fingers trace Gaius' lips, marveling at how perfect they were. "You Romans, too caught up in control," he smirks. "You don't know what you're missing."
“You do not know what I would allow.” Gaius settles in the cradle of the taller man’s hips. “Rome’s conventions be damned, I have a destiny to fulfill. Stay with me and we will rule the world. We have much to teach each other.” Reaching for a wineskin, he takes a small draught, and holds it out to his lover.
Borias chuckles and runs his fingers down his lover's spine, "You want to rule everyone so badly, Gaius. You even want to rule me. Can we split the world down the middle? You take that half I'll take the other half? You do not fool me, you know it and I know it. Stay from this talk of sharing what we do not yet have. Let me show you something, something I learned when I spent a year in Chin before my uncle sent me here." He runs his hands back up Gaius' spine to thread in his hair. "I will show you how to feel ecstasy using only your senses and I will penetrate you without even entering your body."
Gaius rolls his eyes at the thought of letting this man out of his sight. Only keeping Borias at his side would guarantee the warlord did not become a future enemy. “Split the world?” he slants a glance, “Nay, together we shall make it ours.”
He rolls to his back carrying Borias with him. “Show me your lessons, and I shall show you our destiny.”
Borias' lips curl in a moment's frustration. He'd never met anyone so determined. It was frightening as it was alluring, and he was drawn to it like a fly to honey. He wanted Gaius, but he did not trust this 'Destiny' the young man spoke of so raptly. He made his own fate and did not cater to the gods' whims. At 18, he was already in command of his own army. All he had to do was send word. They were his by right, and they were loyal. Here in Bithynia, they knew he was learning what he needed to lead them to glory. Blood on cold steel does not always win wars.
When Gaius rolls onto his back, Borias wastes no time in switching their positions. He straddles the Roman Captain, resting their cocks against each other as he gazed down at his lover. "I'm going to blindfold you first." Borias said, taking a small cloth from nearby. "Do you trust me?"
“I trust no one. But as a measure of our ‘alliance’,” hiding a sneer at the term when the other turns away, “I will put myself in your hands.”
Borias smirks and leans down to kiss the sneer off of Gaius' lips. "Put your arms up over your head, and I don't want you to touch me, no matter how much you want to." With gentle hands, he wraps the cloth gently around his lover's head. At least they are when they want to be. The easterner shifts and waits for the Roman to put his hands over his head and rest his arms on the bright golden pillows. "Just think of me as an extension of you, a part of you. I want you to concentrate and to feel, not think."
Gaius sighs at the soft touch, determined to comply. A sense of unease has him shifting slightly at the loss of control. When the gain was vast, it warranted compromise.
“If you don't let go, Gaius, I can't do this with you." Lifting himself up, Borias rubs his lover's shoulder gently. Chin was a wondrous land, filled with power. Someday, he would take it over. He cleared his head of worry and unease and focused on his spirit within. From that moment he spoke no more, simply closed his eyes and felt. He pressed his hands together and hummed slightly, pulling in chi. In his mind, he could see Gaius below him, beautiful strong body glistening from recent activities. He knew his lover intimately, but not completely. Gaius would never totally surrender to him, he wasn't capable of it. He started by letting the force touch his lover's fingers, letting it move up and down them, feel each perfect digit.
At his lover’s hum, Gaius could feel a tingling flow through his body. He felt helpless to move, but the unease fled in the wake of the strange energy.
The power trails downwards and Borias maintains complete control and focus over it as he was taught. He parted Gaius' lips and delvs between them. He was fire melting ice and he plunders with force that he hadn't dared before. Down again, the force moves and whips over the hard body. It licks at already taut nipples, runs down sides and parts legs. Borias gasps at the sensation, grabs the power and holds it. It was always quick and fast because he could never hold on to the power for long; he was a novice, after all. The power sweeps downwards, across strong thighs and to round buttocks. As his cock rubs against Gaius’, Borias jerks slightly. "Just relax," he whispers. The energy itself was a lubricant as it passes just above tight ring, teasing.
Borias’ feral kiss grounds the young Roman, as the energy licked over his body. Sight removed by the blindfold, the scent of citrus and spice that was Borias assaulted him. The brush of the furs and slide of satin had low moans escape into his lover’s mouth as Gaius writhes under the teasing touch to his body’s entrance.
Borias grunts, trying to keep control over the energy. It's not something he has done often but by the gods he wants inside that tight ring and this is the only way he can do it. It has to get Gaius to stop thinking for once. Inside, yes! He strains to keep control, slipping into the tight space, stretching and seeking. "Uhgh" Borias groaned, cock so hard he could hardly think straight. Keep control. He lashed tightly to the energy and refused to let it slip.
A touch deep in his center explodes through heightened senses. Gaius’ control snaps. With a great roar he digs his hands into the pillows as his body surges up to the muscled form above.
Borias growls and pushes him downwards. He only has a sliver of control over the power now that it was inside Gaius. He glides over it repeatedly, that one spot he knows is there, and when he is satisfied, he begins to thrust. His cock leaks every time he pushes the energy into his lover. He's going to come; by the gods, it feels so good. "Call my name." he tells Gaius, suddenly smiling, "Call my name and I'll rub that again." he purposefully avoids that little spot for the moment rocking back and forth.
The fullness within, the leaking cock sliding along his own, the honeyed purr of his lover’s voice, the tickle of the long locks teasing his chest. Helpless, and yet so energized. With another groan Gaius arches his neck and calls out, “You demon… ungh…‘Rias!”
Borias gives a low rumble and a shout of triumph he releases the energy and allows it to bring his lover to completion while his own seed spills. The young easterner collapses on top of Gaius, and gathers him into his arms. "Feel it, just feel it," he nuzzles at his lover's neck, removing the blindfold. "It's me. It's me in you."
Body thrumming from the intense pleasure, Gaius feels the energy slip away. He opens glazed eyes to the glittering gold-green ones above. Speechless, he tries to steady his heaving breath. Only the strong arms holding him close ground him enough to ride out the aftershocks.
Borias has not done this often, and only with the person who trained him. His young life was filled with many exploits. He kisses and licks at Gaius' neck, rumbling low in his chest. "The ways of the east are not always uncivilized," he murmurs.
***END FLASHBACK***
A commotion outside brings Julius out of his reverie. The camp Prefect, his third-in command enters unbidden. “There is word. The Pompeians have Antony’s legions pinned at Brundisium.”
Caesar hurls the goblet, the wine splashing in an arc like blood from a pierced heart. All his fault. If only he had listened.
TBC
Sweet Ecstasy made with love by lady__vaako
Manip as always by the lovely rufferto
AUTHORS: rufferto (Borias) and kitty_trio (Caesar)
EMAILS: rufferto@twcny.rr.com and kittyTsapphire@yahoo.com
PAIRING: BORIAS/CAESAR
RATING: NC17
THEME: This is an Alternate Universe; it’s a cross between real life Roman History and Xena's history, leaning more towards real life history.
SUMMARY: When Venus saw the fate of her favorite mortal descendant Gaius Julius Caesar she strove to attempt to save him. At the risk of angering the King of the Gods she dabbled in the affairs of mortals. To the soothsayers of the land that listened, she gave them this message: There will be a time when Rome crosses to foreign soil, a time when land after land will fall to her power. During this time, two men of war will love each other. If this love is declared on the Ides of March, then the fate of the Roman Empire can be avoided. If this love dies, then so does Rome decay into strife and war.
The telling of this tale begins in 49 BC while a bitter, determined Caesar is hunting Pompey in Greece. But it really began 31 years before in 80 BC in Bithynia when 20 year old Gaius Julius Caesar meets his match in a foreign warrior from Greece, a tough young man named Borias, a protégée of King Nicomedes of Bithynia.
DISCLAIMER: We are not making any money from this story. We do not own the character of Borias or any used from the world of Xena. This is no intention to be a real representation of historical figures
CHAPTER ONE "At Long Last"
Borias shudders; he could feel the pain lacing through his leg with each careful stitch from the healer. He was numb, his naked body swathed in the healing ointment. He moans from pain, eyes closed, half delirious
Manius Seius, who normally went by the name Seius, eyes the dark haired warrior with distaste. The tall, spindly man of uncertain age fixed his oddly colored eyes on the wounded man. So he had returned. He scratched at the brand the god of war had given him all those years ago. It burns in indignation. Seius watches dispassionately as his protégée, a gifted blind female healer from Gaul began her work. He had thought the problem of Borias long solved, until this day. He'd even warned Caesar about going back to Greece in search of Pompey. Little had he known what they would find. Mars would not be pleased. "Careful, Paulla." he instructed with a wave of his fingers, "Your master wishes all stitches to be as close as possible. He does not want his prize damaged."
The healer tries to stop Borias from moving but it is difficult, they had been forced to bind him with chains. Tossing his head back Borias howls in pain when one of his more serious wounds was cauterized and then cleansed. By the gods, what was this torture? Why was he not dead?
Gaius Julius Caesar watches from the shadows. Slipping silently from the tent he motions Seius to follow.
“How long will it be until he is ready for service?” He would have this new prize, and soon.
"He's weak," Seius gave a sniff as though staving off a chill. He had been so long in Caesar's service that he was able to read the other man's emotions better than most. Julius was impatient, Julius recognized him. "He hasn't opened his eyes yet, Master. Time will tell. I trust that Paulla's skill will bring him back to us. A fine man, but he will not be easily broken. It may be a while. Surely great Caesar has others that will do just as well."
Borias tenses on the bed of furs. He coughs and growls. If his hands were free, he would have lashed out.
Caesar levels a hard stare at the healer. “Do not presume to know my wishes.” He turns toward the command tent. “Have him presentable when I return from the supply depot at Dyrrhachium. Two days hence.” He adds with a curt nod. He will not be denied.
Entering his lavish campaign tent he clears it of his senior centurions with one wave of a hand. Finally, the man he has sought for years is in his possession. Unable to concentrate on the scrolls before him, he pours a goblet of wine, as images assail him.
***BEGIN FLASHBACK***
Gaius thrust deeply into the man leant over the camp stool. He grasps the long hair to bare the cords of the young warlord’s neck to his teeth. The power of the straining body beneath his has the young Roman captain grunting as he nears completion. He squeezes the base of his lover’s member to stave the other’s release. “Hold and I will drink your essence.” He growls.
After emptying his seed in the willing body, Gaius flips the tattooed man onto the furs littering the floor of the tent. Swallowing the engorged shaft, he hums with the heady pleasure of having this man under his control.
Borias curses under his breath, the wave of ecstasy that sweeps over him hits with its usual incredible force. He grits his teeth hard to keep from crying out; he will not give Gaius the satisfaction. It was true that he had come willingly, upon his King's command, but he had not expected anything like this to happen. His cock wept its seed hard and fast as soon as it was released from torment. This wasn't the first time, and it wouldn't be the last time. Unable to stop himself, he reached for Gaius, his body trembling and licked with sweat.
A secret smile lights Gaius’ eyes as he savors his lover’s offering. Proscription from Rome was looking better with every passing day. As the easterner pulled their sweaty bodies together, Gaius leant down to plunder reddened lips and share Borias’ essence. He would keep this man with him. Both had a destiny to conquer. With Borias at his side and in his bed the world was theirs.
Gasping a breath, Gaius laughed. “That was round one. What do you have in store for the next?”
Borias pants and growls at the elder man, "You would never allow it," he says in his thick accent, eyes heated with passion. "But if I had my way I'd fuck you until you screamed." He licks his lips, long legs lifting slightly on either side of his lover. His fingers trace Gaius' lips, marveling at how perfect they were. "You Romans, too caught up in control," he smirks. "You don't know what you're missing."
“You do not know what I would allow.” Gaius settles in the cradle of the taller man’s hips. “Rome’s conventions be damned, I have a destiny to fulfill. Stay with me and we will rule the world. We have much to teach each other.” Reaching for a wineskin, he takes a small draught, and holds it out to his lover.
Borias chuckles and runs his fingers down his lover's spine, "You want to rule everyone so badly, Gaius. You even want to rule me. Can we split the world down the middle? You take that half I'll take the other half? You do not fool me, you know it and I know it. Stay from this talk of sharing what we do not yet have. Let me show you something, something I learned when I spent a year in Chin before my uncle sent me here." He runs his hands back up Gaius' spine to thread in his hair. "I will show you how to feel ecstasy using only your senses and I will penetrate you without even entering your body."
Gaius rolls his eyes at the thought of letting this man out of his sight. Only keeping Borias at his side would guarantee the warlord did not become a future enemy. “Split the world?” he slants a glance, “Nay, together we shall make it ours.”
He rolls to his back carrying Borias with him. “Show me your lessons, and I shall show you our destiny.”
Borias' lips curl in a moment's frustration. He'd never met anyone so determined. It was frightening as it was alluring, and he was drawn to it like a fly to honey. He wanted Gaius, but he did not trust this 'Destiny' the young man spoke of so raptly. He made his own fate and did not cater to the gods' whims. At 18, he was already in command of his own army. All he had to do was send word. They were his by right, and they were loyal. Here in Bithynia, they knew he was learning what he needed to lead them to glory. Blood on cold steel does not always win wars.
When Gaius rolls onto his back, Borias wastes no time in switching their positions. He straddles the Roman Captain, resting their cocks against each other as he gazed down at his lover. "I'm going to blindfold you first." Borias said, taking a small cloth from nearby. "Do you trust me?"
“I trust no one. But as a measure of our ‘alliance’,” hiding a sneer at the term when the other turns away, “I will put myself in your hands.”
Borias smirks and leans down to kiss the sneer off of Gaius' lips. "Put your arms up over your head, and I don't want you to touch me, no matter how much you want to." With gentle hands, he wraps the cloth gently around his lover's head. At least they are when they want to be. The easterner shifts and waits for the Roman to put his hands over his head and rest his arms on the bright golden pillows. "Just think of me as an extension of you, a part of you. I want you to concentrate and to feel, not think."
Gaius sighs at the soft touch, determined to comply. A sense of unease has him shifting slightly at the loss of control. When the gain was vast, it warranted compromise.
“If you don't let go, Gaius, I can't do this with you." Lifting himself up, Borias rubs his lover's shoulder gently. Chin was a wondrous land, filled with power. Someday, he would take it over. He cleared his head of worry and unease and focused on his spirit within. From that moment he spoke no more, simply closed his eyes and felt. He pressed his hands together and hummed slightly, pulling in chi. In his mind, he could see Gaius below him, beautiful strong body glistening from recent activities. He knew his lover intimately, but not completely. Gaius would never totally surrender to him, he wasn't capable of it. He started by letting the force touch his lover's fingers, letting it move up and down them, feel each perfect digit.
At his lover’s hum, Gaius could feel a tingling flow through his body. He felt helpless to move, but the unease fled in the wake of the strange energy.
The power trails downwards and Borias maintains complete control and focus over it as he was taught. He parted Gaius' lips and delvs between them. He was fire melting ice and he plunders with force that he hadn't dared before. Down again, the force moves and whips over the hard body. It licks at already taut nipples, runs down sides and parts legs. Borias gasps at the sensation, grabs the power and holds it. It was always quick and fast because he could never hold on to the power for long; he was a novice, after all. The power sweeps downwards, across strong thighs and to round buttocks. As his cock rubs against Gaius’, Borias jerks slightly. "Just relax," he whispers. The energy itself was a lubricant as it passes just above tight ring, teasing.
Borias’ feral kiss grounds the young Roman, as the energy licked over his body. Sight removed by the blindfold, the scent of citrus and spice that was Borias assaulted him. The brush of the furs and slide of satin had low moans escape into his lover’s mouth as Gaius writhes under the teasing touch to his body’s entrance.
Borias grunts, trying to keep control over the energy. It's not something he has done often but by the gods he wants inside that tight ring and this is the only way he can do it. It has to get Gaius to stop thinking for once. Inside, yes! He strains to keep control, slipping into the tight space, stretching and seeking. "Uhgh" Borias groaned, cock so hard he could hardly think straight. Keep control. He lashed tightly to the energy and refused to let it slip.
A touch deep in his center explodes through heightened senses. Gaius’ control snaps. With a great roar he digs his hands into the pillows as his body surges up to the muscled form above.
Borias growls and pushes him downwards. He only has a sliver of control over the power now that it was inside Gaius. He glides over it repeatedly, that one spot he knows is there, and when he is satisfied, he begins to thrust. His cock leaks every time he pushes the energy into his lover. He's going to come; by the gods, it feels so good. "Call my name." he tells Gaius, suddenly smiling, "Call my name and I'll rub that again." he purposefully avoids that little spot for the moment rocking back and forth.
The fullness within, the leaking cock sliding along his own, the honeyed purr of his lover’s voice, the tickle of the long locks teasing his chest. Helpless, and yet so energized. With another groan Gaius arches his neck and calls out, “You demon… ungh…‘Rias!”
Borias gives a low rumble and a shout of triumph he releases the energy and allows it to bring his lover to completion while his own seed spills. The young easterner collapses on top of Gaius, and gathers him into his arms. "Feel it, just feel it," he nuzzles at his lover's neck, removing the blindfold. "It's me. It's me in you."
Body thrumming from the intense pleasure, Gaius feels the energy slip away. He opens glazed eyes to the glittering gold-green ones above. Speechless, he tries to steady his heaving breath. Only the strong arms holding him close ground him enough to ride out the aftershocks.
Borias has not done this often, and only with the person who trained him. His young life was filled with many exploits. He kisses and licks at Gaius' neck, rumbling low in his chest. "The ways of the east are not always uncivilized," he murmurs.
***END FLASHBACK***
A commotion outside brings Julius out of his reverie. The camp Prefect, his third-in command enters unbidden. “There is word. The Pompeians have Antony’s legions pinned at Brundisium.”
Caesar hurls the goblet, the wine splashing in an arc like blood from a pierced heart. All his fault. If only he had listened.
TBC
Sweet Ecstasy made with love by lady__vaako
Manip as always by the lovely rufferto