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Mark Antony was trying to appear nonchalant.
It was a look that usually came effortlessly to him. He could slide through life like a fish through water. He had men and women alike wrapped around his little finger. Even when in the Senate, he lounged on the marble benches as though he were in his own bed. Yet, as he laid on the chaise lounge in his own courtyard, he couldn’t bring himself to relax. He took a sip of wine to calm his nerves.
In truth, his anxiety was unfounded. He was receiving a visit from Julius Caesar. After many military victories together, the two were close. Now that they were back in Rome, both men were having a difficult time adjusting to civilian life and they found solace in each other. Caesar’s calm, disciplined demeanor had been the only stable thing in Antony’s life for nearly a decade and he had developed a reliance on his assurance. Were he a younger man, he would have called it a crush. Antony sighed and rolled onto his back. He rested his wine glass on his chest so he could pull his tunica up his thighs further. His fingers tapped against his cup rapidly. He closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the courtyard wash over him. Water trickled from the artesian well in the center and a soft breeze riffled through the foliage. It washed over Antony’s face, cutting through the dry heat. He took another sip of wine, finishing the glass.
A few moments later, one of Antony’s slaves opened the door to the courtyard. “Gaius Julius Caesar has arrived, Dominus.” Antony hummed and stood.
“Get me more wine.” He handed over his cup. “And bring some for Caesar.”
“Of course.” The slave bowed out of the courtyard. Antony squared his shoulders and walked into the entryway. Caesar and his posse were standing in the center of the room, looking distinctly imperial. His deep red robes appeared nearly purple in the dim room. The small flecks of sunlight that filtered through the shutters fell onto his stony face, making his skin look warm. Antony licked his lips.
“Antony,” Caesar said. The corners of his lips twitched into a smile. “Good to see you my friend.” His arms opened in a welcoming gesture.
“You as well.” Antony walked over to him and they gripped one another’s forearm. An easy grin spread across his lips. The handshake lingered for a second longer than it should have. The skin on Caesar’s wrist was shockingly soft compared to his calloused hands. Antony let his fingers brush over it as they broke the handshake. “Glad to see you outside of the senate. I hate seeing you bow to those dogs.” He sneered. “You work yourself too hard.”
“Bringing the Republic back from the brink is no simple task. It takes time and great care,” he said.
“Well, hopefully you’ll have some time to unwind soon,” Antony said. A slave entered the room with two cups of wine. “This might help.” Caesar let out a soft chuckle and took a glass. Antony did the same. He gazed at Caesar over the rim of his cup as he took a sip. “Shall we retire to the courtyard? The summer air will do you well.”
“Of course,” Caesar said. Antony turned and walked back outside. Caesar dismissed his slaves, then followed him through the house. The door to the yard closed with a heavy thud. Antony almost jumped when he felt cool fingers brush against his thigh and pull on his tunica. “Must you always wear your skirt so short?” Caesar asked. “The people will confuse you for a pleb.” Antony’s breath caught in his throat as the older man readjusted his clothes for him.
“As if anyone could confuse me for a pleb,” he chuckled, trying to sound like his usual, cocky self. He ignored the way his cheeks burned. He took a sip of wine before turning and retorting; “I simply believe everyone deserves to gaze at my thighs.” Caesar barked out a laugh. He patted one of Antony’s hips. Antony’s brain turned to wool.
“I’m sure women love the view.” His fingers toyed with the loose end of Antony’s belt. All his clever quips died on his tongue. Caesar’s face was inches away from his own. His warm breath caressed his cheeks. Antony was having a hard time processing the way that Caesar was touching his clothing. “Or perhaps you don’t do it for their attention,” Caesar said after a moment. Antony let out a small, pathetic noise. He hated the way that he fell apart with the slightest amount of attention from Caesar. He could have the most beautiful women in the nation on her knees for him, but when his friend and commander brushed against him, he melted. “They are nice thighs.” Antony felt as though he were on the verge of collapse. “Very fitting for a soldier.” He lifted Antony’s tunica, revealing more of his tanned skin.
“Thank you, sir.” Antony mumbled absent-mindedly. Caesar leaned in impossibly closer.
“Good boy,” he purred.
That’s when Antony snapped. He grabbed Caesar’s jaw, pressing their lips together in a fierce kiss. Caesar grabbed his waist. He pulled Antony’s body closer to his own. After the initial surprise, Caesar easily took charge of the kiss. His tongue bullied its way between Antony’s lips. His fingertips dug into Antony’s taut oblique muscles. Antony prayed that the grip would leave lasting marks. When they broke apart, Antony was left panting. “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that since the first time I was under your command.” Caesar’s green eyes scrutinized him.
“I would have let you.” His cool hands cupped Antony’s cheeks. “You’ve always been so loyal, you deserve a reward.” He leaned up and pressed a kiss to his forehead. Antony leaned against him, his fingers twisting into Caesar’s robes.
“Please,” he said.
“Now there’s a beautiful noise. You, being respectful for once in your damn life.” He ran his fingers through Antony’s short hair. He leaned into Caesar’s gentle touch. His rough calluses brushed over his ear. “Get on your knees, dear Antony.” His voice was soft, yet demanding. Antony didn’t dare to disobey. He found himself face to face with Caesar’s cock. It was beginning to press against his robes. He had seen Caesar nude many times throughout the years, and it had often sent Antony back to his chambers to take out his feelings on his fist. He leaned forward and nuzzled against his groin. Caesar tucked his fingers under his chin, tilting his head up. “You are very eager.” His thumb trailed over Antony’s lower lip. Antony nipped at it. Caesar withdrew his hand. “Watch yourself,” he said. “Or I will discipline you.”
“Of course, sir.” Antony smirked, already plotting about how to get Caesar to stay true to his word. He reached up to undo Caesar’s belt. With a crack, a hand struck Antony across the face. It stung, but wasn’t hard enough to leave a mark. It was simply a reprimand one would give to a slave. Antony loved it. His cock pressed against his tunic.
“Wait,” Caesar said. “Ask nicely.” Antony gazed up at him, appreciating the steeled expression on his face. Caesar was older than him, but the lines of age just made him more handsome in Antony’s eyes. Each wrinkle and blemish showed his authority. Typically, Antony had little time for those above him. However, after years of serving under Caesar he had come to respect the older man more than any of his other superiors.
“Please, Dictator.” He grasped at the hem of Caesar’s tunica. His lips hovered centimeters away from his cock. “Let me see you.” He shifted so his lips touched the woolen fabric. “Please.” He purred into the cloth. His eyelashes fluttered. Caesar hummed softly. He removed his heavy woolen robe and piled it on the chaise lounge. His belt and his tunica swiftly followed. Antony salivated as Caesar’s cock sprung free. He sat back on his heels to admire his body. After years of looking from the sidelines, he took the moment to appreciate that he finally got his hands on the man he had wanted for so long. Caesar stepped back over to him and cradled his jaw. Antony leaned into the touch. He reached up to cling to Caesar’s toned thighs.
“Open your mouth,” he said. Antony complied. His eyelids drooped and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. “Good boy.” The hot, heavy tip of Caesar’s cock pressed into his mouth. He closed his lips around the thick shaft, sucking gently on the tip. Caesar let out a small groan and pushed deeper into his mouth. Antony accepted it with a practiced ease. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Caesar brushed Antony’s hair off his forehead. Antony hummed around his cock. “Of course you have.” He nodded. “A whore like you could never be satisfied with just women. You need a man to put you in your place.” Antony’s cock twitched, leaking onto his tunica. He trailed his tongue up Caesar’s cock, tracing a prominent vein. “Who else did you do this for? Other nobility? Hm? Senators?” Antony played coy. He channeled his attention into sucking Caesar’s cock instead of worrying about giving him any answers. “How much did you degrade yourself? Did you stoop so low as to suck the soldiers under your command?” Antony sucked at the head of his cock. Caesar grabbed his chin and forced him to look up. “Answer me.”
“Am I supposed to be keeping track of every person I fuck?” Antony smirked. “That would be a long list.” He wrapped his hand around Caesar’s cock, jerking it off slowly. Caesar bit his lip as Antony ran his thumb over its dripping tip.
“I want to know where I’m sticking my cock.”
“Should have thought about that before getting me on my knees.” He licked precum off of his fingers. Caesar pursed his lips. He grabbed Antony’s hair and guided him back to his cock. Antony opened his lips, taking the tip back into his mouth. He bobbed his head. His fingers curled around the base, slowly milking what his lips couldn’t reach. He closed his eyes. Caesar thrust his cock deeper. Eventually, Antony’s nose was nestled in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. He grabbed Caesar’s hips to ground himself. His chest rose and fell rapidly, the cock in his throat preventing him from taking a full breath. Tears welled up in his eyes as Caesar started to thrust in and out of his mouth.
“Juno’s cunt, you feel good.” If Antony were more cognizant, he would have relished Caesar’s co-opting of his personal favorite swear. However, he could barely focus on anything besides the hefty cock sliding down his throat. He dug his nails into Caesar’s skin, moaning for more. His hips jerked, searching for more friction against his own cock. The sensitive skin scraped against his tunica, leaving a wet stain.
Without warning, Caesar pulled his cock out of Antony’s mouth. Antony whined. “Let me fuck you,” he said.
“You couldn’t finish first?” Antony reached out with his tongue to lick Caesar’s cock.
“I am not a young man, Antony.” He rubbed his thumb over Antony’s cheek. “I would rather finish between your thighs than in your mouth.” Antony hummed. He nuzzled against Caesar’s palm.
“I liked having you in my mouth,” he said.
“Another time.” Antony was satisfied with that. Caesar turned to collect his discarded clothing. “Shall we go to your rooms?” He draped his robe over one shoulder, covering his hard cock. Antony’s shoulders slumped forward. He let out a soft sigh. “What?” Caesar raised an eyebrow.
“I want you to fuck me like a woman,” Antony said. Blood rushed to his cheeks, making them burn. He stared down at the marble floor in front of him. Caesar let out a quiet chuckle. Antony rubbed his hands over his face, trying to obscure his blushing.
“You want to be penetrated?” He said. Antony nodded. He didn’t dare look up at Caesar. He could imagine the bemused look on his face well enough. It wasn’t natural for a man like him to want to be penetrated, but he couldn’t help it. He would never be satisfied with just having Caesar between his thighs. “Come on, then.” Antony finally looked back up at Caesar. He held his hand out. A crooked smile played across his lips. Antony took it and let Caesar pull him to his feet. Caesar brought his hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles. Antony led the way to his chambers. On the way, he sent his slaves scurrying with threats of punishment if they were to gossip.
When the door to his bedroom slammed behind them, Caesar kissed him. Antony leaned into his chest, returning the kiss. Caesar discarded his clothes onto the floor. He guided Antony back towards his bed, his hands clutching Antony’s hips. When Antony’s thighs pressed against the mattress, he fell back into the bed. Caesar ran his thick fingers up Antony’s thighs. He pushed his linen skirt up. “Beautiful,” he said. Antony smirked. He spread his legs wider. Caesar leaned down and pressed a kiss to his inner thigh.
“I have oil in that chest.” Antony gestured at his nightstand with his thumb. Caesar nodded and retrieved the small bottle.
“How often do you let other men penetrate you?” There was an edge of possessiveness to Caesar’s voice when he asked.
“Never,” he replied. “I have it so I can fuck other men.”
“Yet you’d let me fuck you.” Caesar smiled. Antony nodded. He stripped off his tunica and shifted so he was laying back against his pillows. He took his cock into his hand, milking it slowly. Caesar climbed into the bed and kissed him again.
“I have touched myself.” Antony said when they broke apart. “Frequently.”
“Really?” Caesar bent Antony’s knees up to his chest, exposing his hole. He dripped oil between his cheeks and coated his fingers with the liquid. Antony groaned as the cold oil spilled down his skin. “That I would like to see.” He spread the oil over his perineum, his fingers dipping into his hole. “Have you touched yourself recently?” Antony groaned as two of Caesar’s fingers pressed into him.
“This morning,” he said.
“Were you thinking about me?” Caesar raised an eyebrow. Antony nodded. “Good boy.” Precum dribbled from Antony’s cock onto his abs. Each word of praise that Caesar gave him made him crave it even more. Caesar slowly thrust his fingers in and out of his hole. “Dis, you feel like a virgin’s pussy.” Antony gaped at the vulgar language. Just like the praise, it sounded so much better coming out of the mouth of the stoic Julius Caesar. He couldn’t stop himself from letting out a loud moan as Caesar pressed another finger into him. Caesar pressed against Antony’s prostate, making Antony arch off the bed. “There, Antony?” Antony’s cock twitched, drooling relentlessly.
“Yes, fuck, yes,” he hissed. “Please, sir.”
“What do you want, pup,” he said. His fingers still relentlessly rubbed Antony’s G-spot. Antony’s mouth opened and closed uselessly for a moment, unable to process the pet name.
“Fuck me,” he said, finally. Caesar thrust into him a few more times before pulling his fingers out and wiping the oil onto Antony’s abs, making even more of a mess on his skin. He poured oil onto his cock. Antony watched Caesar stroke himself a few times to spread it out with wide eyes. He ran his tongue over his lower lip, wishing to have the hefty cock between them again.
“What an honor it is to take your virginity.” Caesar smirked. Antony laughed.
“I am certain it will be more memorable than the first woman I fucked.”
“Good.” Caesar’s cock slid between his ass. Antony shivered as it pressed against his hole. His legs splayed open, making room for Caesar between them. “Gods, you feel perfect.” Antony reached out to grab Caesar’s neck, twisting his fingers into his short hair. He pulled him down into another kiss. He licked and nipped at Caesar’s lips, whimpering for more. Caesar graciously gave him what he wanted. His cock sunk further into Antony’s hole, rubbing against his prostate. Antony’s nails scratched against Caesar’s neck, shoulders, and back. Caesar kissed his cheeks and jaw. His hand carded through Antony’s hair, scratching his scalp in small circles. Antony leaned into the touch.
“More,” he whined. He tucked his face into Caesar’s neck. “Please.” Caesar’s other hand gripped Antony’s hips and pulled him back on his cock. Antony’s own cock rubbed against Caesar’s belly. His hips jerked as he searched for more friction. When Caesar’s cock was fully seated inside Antony’s hole, he stilled for a moment. Both men panted in unison. Caesar smiled at Antony. A soft, genuine smile. Antony smiled back. He cupped Caesar’s cheeks and kissed him. Unlike their previous kisses, it was sweet. Caesar’s hands clutched his waist. His lips moved gently against Antony’s, his tongue lapped into his mouth. Antony’s thumbs circled over Caesar’s cheekbones. He let out a soft moan, which Caesar licked up as well. One of Caesar’s hands grabbed Antony’s thighs and he pressed it up to his chest. He slowly pulled out of Antony’s hole before thrusting back in. Antony hissed at the sudden stretch.
“Come on, you can take it, pup.” Caesar rubbed his hand up and down Antony’s thigh. “Take it like a woman.” His tone was honeyed, but his words made Antony squirm. He blushed and looked away. He rubbed his cheeks, trying to disperse the flush. Caesar pulled his hands away from his face and pinned them to the mattress. He had a sly smirk on his lips. His cock steadily thrust in and out of Antony’s hole, making his head hazy.
“Fuck off,” he mumbled half-heartedly.
“You like it.” Caesar kissed his jaw. “All your bravado, but you really just want to be fucked like a girl.” He pressed another kiss to the corner of Antony’s lips. “All bark and no bite.” Antony snapped his teeth, as if to prove a point. Caesar chuckled. He pulled his upper lip back from his teeth, exposing his canine. Antony shook his hand away from his face. He let out a soft snarl. He bucked his hips, partly to rebuke Caesar’s degrading words and partly to get friction on his cock.
“Dis, Caesar.” He grabbed the older man’s shoulders, digging his nails into his skin. “I’m not a fucking dog.” His legs wrapped around his waist. “Or a woman.” In a swift movement, he rolled them over so he was sitting in Caesar’s lap. His cock rubbed against his prostate, making Antony gasp. Caesar raised his eyebrows. He put his hands on Antony’s thick thighs. “Let me, sir,” he said. He raised his hips and slammed them back down, copying what many women had done to him. However, he didn’t expect how good it would feel. He pitched forward as the thick cock stimulated every nerve in his body. A moan tumbled from his mouth. He leaned on the headboard, his well-muscled arm shaking slightly. “Oh, fuck,” he said. The amused look on Caesar’s face mocked him. Antony gritted his teeth and rolled his hips again, with a little more restraint.
“Am I too much for you?” Caesar smirked. His hands slid up to Antony’s hips and guided his movements.
“No, it’s fine,” he said. His hard cock dripped onto Caesar’s belly. He grasped it in his free hand, stroking it fervently. “Jupiter’s fucking cock,” he breathed. His thumb dragged over the head, spreading his precome around.
“You’re so pretty, Antony.” He trailed his fingers over a scar on Antony’s waist. “Beautiful boy.” His hips bucked up into Antony, making him whine. Antony put his hands on the bed next to Caesar’s head, his shoulders heaved and he panted. Caesar’s deep green eyes gazed up at him, his lips were parted, and a pink flush was spread across his cheeks. “Venus, I’m going to come.” His fingernails dug into Antony’s tan skin. He snapped his hips up, his thrusts messy and uncontrolled. Antony leaned down and kissed him. He let Caesar take what he wanted. A small moan slipped out of his mouth each time Caesar’s cock hit his prostate. “Good boy, you’re my good boy.” Caesar said, his forehead pressing against Antony’s. “My boy, my pet.” He tangled one hand in Antony’s short hair. The other hand remained on his hip, guiding him as he bounced on his cock.
“Caesar,” he said. “Venus and fucking Mars.” He wrapped his hand around his cock. His jaw hung slack as he fucked his fist. “Fuck me, sir, harder.” His free hand gripped the sheets, his knuckles turning white. Deep in his belly, he could feel his oncoming orgasm. He couldn’t restrain his gasps and moans. However, he was so fucked out he didn’t care if anyone heard them. Let his slaves listen at the door and gossip. He was Caesar’s pet.
“Antony.” Caesar’s arms circled Antony’s torso, his face tucking into the crook of his neck. “Antony, I’m-” His words were cut short by Antony spilling all over his chest with a whimper. “Yeah, that.” He thrust up into Antony a few more times before he filled him with his spend. Antony slid off of Caesar’s lap and fell on the bed. His thighs ached, his hole ached, and he had never felt better in his life.
The two men laid there in silence for a while, their arms slung around each other. Antony worried that if he were to make any sudden movements, he would scare Caesar away like a wild buck. Semen leaked out of his hole, but he didn’t dare move to clean it. He wanted to bask in the afterglow forever. Caesar’s warm body wrapped around his, his fingers idly caressing Antony’s skin. It was all he had wanted since he had first met the man. He wasn’t just going to let him walk out of his life.
The sun was coming in through the shades at a low angle when Caesar finally spoke. “We should bathe.” Antony hummed in agreement. “I never expected you to be one for an affectionate aftermath.”
“Maybe you’re just special.”
“Am I?” Caesar smiled. “First I get to fuck your ass, now I have you clinging to my chest.” He pressed a kiss to Antony’s forehead. “Let’s go bathe, pup.” He sat up. Antony still hugged his waist with one arm.
“Stay the night.” It was a selfish question, he knew, but he couldn’t resist. He knew that Caesar couldn’t be his, but he needed to try.
“What would people think of you?”
“I don’t give a fuck what people think.” Antony propped himself up on his elbow. “I’ll shout from the damned rooftops that Caesar fucked me like a woman. I just want you to stay with me.”
“You should have approached me in Gaul. You could have spent every night in my tent if you had wished.” He took Antony’s hand, twining their fingers together. He kissed his knuckles. “I’ll stay,” he said. Antony smiled. He cupped Caesar’s cheek and leaned into a kiss. “Just for tonight.”