2nd Annual Spartacus Kink Meme
What is a kink meme? You request a pairing and a prompt/kink (anonymously if you like), and someone else will fill that request anonymously (if they like). Check out the kink meme from last year for how this works in action. Post prompts about any season, character or pairing. Inspired by the venerable st_xi_kink .
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- 3/25 - Prompting/Writing Begin Early ( Read more... )
Duro is not so different from his brother, which is not a fact that should surprise anyone.
Agron falls in love with a small man, barely a man really, practically a boy, who has soft looks and sweet eyes and a gentle touch. And every night Agron gains new bruises from Nasir's fingers, deep red welts pressed deep into his flesh and bite marks he doesn't try to hide. He grins whenever he is reminded of them, and Nasir grins back, wicked and not so soft after all. Agron towers over Nasir, but it is Nasir who leads leads him by the hand to their bed when the firelight begins to die down in the evenings. Duro is glad that his brother has found this blessing.
Duro falls in love with a woman, barely a woman really, practically a girl. Rome has been cruel to all, ripped all from the bosoms of their countries much too young. She is not soft and is not sweet, but she is a woman nonetheless and Duro expects her to have a somewhat gentle touch at the end of the day when all the fighting is done. It is not so.
Saxa hits him soundly in the face, with closed fist and the weight of her body behind it, round swing and follow-through, the first night he asks if she would like company to bed. She hits him again the second night, and it's not until the third night that Duro realizes she expects him to swing back. She throws him easily when he does, the blow barely glancing off her shoulder before she turns his momentum against him and pushes him down into the sand. Saxa jumps atop him before he can catch his breath, strong legs straddling either side, and practically strangles him with the force of her embrace. He cannot breathe through her kisses, and his lungs burn by the time she drags him, limp and half-dead, to her bed.
Saxa is a woman, practically a girl, but in matters of love she is like a man. It is never Duro who lays on top, never Duro who bestows calming whispers when is lover is frightened, never Duro who winces to walk the next day. It is always Saxa. Saxa, Saxa, Saxa, who brings him to the brink of tears and then soothes him like a child before biting him hard enough to draw blood again. Saxa who controls what they do, when and where they do it. Saxa whose hips thrust with all the force of a hot-blooded warrior and whose fingers grip like hooks around his ribs, holding him in place. Sometimes Saxa thrusts those fingers into him as well, even while he enters her, and Duro's legs simply open wider to accommodate her.
In the mornings, Duro and Agron tease each other, laugh at the marks their lovers have left on them, and are content.
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now I'm sad and horny D:
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