2nd Annual Spartacus Kink Meme

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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 .

Dates

• 3/25 - Prompting/Writing Begin Early

Comments

[amaxdear]

As a matter of fact, I was already working on this prompt before I found this prompt! Updates might be a little slow, but here's part one. :)

Title: A Different Arena (1a/?)

Nasir had never in his life thrown a tantrum. He had become a slave at the age of four, and even then he had been taught to be silent and respectful at all times, a lesson he had taken to heart. He had borne every indignity from his dominus without so much as a whimper-and now he was thrown a way like a common mine slave! It was enough to set his teeth on edge and his blood to boil.

“Be quiet and look useful,” Dominus ordered as they were led through the hall. “If Batiartus does not accept you, we are fucked.”

Am I not fucked already? Nasir thought resentfully, but he did not speak. They approached the master of the house-Batiartus-who was lounging on elegant cushions, surrounded by three female slaves and one male. Nasir eyed them surreptitiously; would he soon be among their number? All were pale, and most of light hair, but that meant nothing if they were

[amaxdear]

(1b/?)

A few moments passed in silence, before she returned with a tall, dark-skinned man. Even if he had not known where he was, Nasir would have marked the man as a gladiator; his strength and his scars spelled out his history. There was something else, too, a kind of grace to his movements, that advertised him as a man of wisdom, removed from lust for glory or for power. A man to respect-and to avoid, so as not to come within range of the cruel-edged whip on his belt.

“Dominus,” Doctore said respectfully. “What is required of me?”

“Observe,” Batiartus said, gesturing at Nasir. “The boy is a gift from Levitus, for payment of debt.”

“Do you wish me to make a gladiator out of a house slave?” Doctore asked with an amused smile. Batiartus laughed. (Ah, Nasir thought, he’s been here a long, long time. Laughing at a slave’s joke spoke not to the dominus’ mercy, but the slave’s confidence

[amaxdear]

(1c

[amaxdear]

(1d/?)Agron and his brother looked at each other and smirked. They clasped arms for a brief moment and approached Rhaskos, the enormous Gaul. Nasir had no eye for combat, but even he could tell that the brothers moved perfectly in tandem. Even hardly trained, they provided challenge to their opponent. But after a few minutes of furious battle, the younger brother was knocked to the ground and Agron was goaded into foolish attack

[erroneously111]

Oh I love this, especially the insight you give us into Nasir and how he feels when recalling his life in Syria. And also his pissiness at the entire situation, carefully suppressed as much as possible. And Agron!

[amaxdear]

The rest of this fill will be posted here on AO3, just because I find it a lot easier than posting in lj comments. If for any reason people would prefer I post it here, let me know!