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It was way too hot and loud for a normal spring evening. Somewhere was a dog, barking at someone and Uraume hears the yelling. A group of men, completely drunk and his thin eyebrows twitch. It would be such an annoyance if they were going to visit this house. But soon after he heard the yelling, it stops. A deafening silence, not even the dog barks anymore. Maybe they all got killed by a blade. But there were no dying screams or suffering whimpering. Something else let them stay silent. Or more someone else.
The pack here won't back down if it were guards and with a satisfied smile on his lips he brushes his hair. There was only one possibility which becomes confirmed minutes later. Uraume already expected him and the smell of incense fills his room. In the corner was a bucket full of water and a meal on the stone table. Everything's prepared for him as always when there's a fight announced. Without a sound, Uraume pours the sweet and heavy wine into a cup before turning around.
"It seems you won your fight today. Did it feel good? The cheering of the crowd. . ?"
He asks with a soft voice and after some steps, he stands before the tall figure. Dirt everywhere and he smells horrendous. The eyes of the smaller one wander over the musculus body, finding bloody cuts and bruises. Seems like he had it rough in the Colosseum. Suddenly the cup disappears out of his hand and he watches the taller one swallowing the wine as if it was water. Instead of getting it back, the gladiator smashes it against the next wall. The deafening banging hurts in his ears and with an angry look in his eyes, he stares up.
Uraume wants to scold him but there was no time for it, as he feels the strong hands on his sides. The tugging at his clothes and slowly his patience runs out so he stops the bigger one by shoving him back. Or at least he tries to.
"Stop it! You know my rules, so get your hands off me and sit down. And don't play stupid, I know you can talk."
He hisses and points a finger to the bucket.
"I might be a whore, but I do have my preferences."
Uraume continues and the older takes a deep breath before he sighs. The first time they met, they couldn't understand each other. The taller one was from somewhere he never heard of while he grew up in Rome and was native to the language here. Uraume was not a full-blood Italian but his mother never taught him their mother tongue. She died years ago, leaving him on the streets until his beauty was noticed by an old hag. Until today, the hag dresses him in woman's clothes. The men seem to love it, fucking him like a dog while pretending he's a female. Every night he hears those sweet words, calling him the prettiest beauty in town just to be degraded minutes after. At least they pay well for it. But the gladiator here was different. . .
When he comes around, Uraume wasn't forced to wear the pretty robes and sometimes the younger wasn't even forced to sell his body. There were nights when the stronger of them just wanted to lay beside him, watching him breathe and sleep. Some nights Uraume should read something to him or teach him the language. He never knows what happens when he shows up.
Uraume's eyes follow the steps of the wounded one and his back looks as if he's carved out of stone. Soundless he follows him to the little chair and with the wet cloth he starts to wash the gladiator's back. Does he like it? The cold water on his strong muscles? Uraume could never tell. The reddish hair looks as if he was dragged through the dirt in the Colosseum, dusty and dirty. They always liked to play sick games on their slaves while watching them fight. This one here seems to be the actual favourite and he heard in the streets how the women talk about him. What they would give to be with him for one night and the memories let him smirk.
"You know. . .you get quite popular among the most beautiful whores out here. If you won't visit them, they will send someone to get rid of me."
Uraume starts another attempt to have a conversation with the other one and softly he massages his stone-hard neck. He finds it hard to speak to the gladiator because he never knows what he's interested in at the moment. And after he finally cleaned his back, the smaller of them move over to clean his bare chest. First, he stands in front of him, between his legs, until a strong hand forces him to sit down on one of the gladiator's legs. A common position when he washes the dirt away to prepare him for the night.
Their eyes meet and for a short moment, Uraume thought he forgot how to breathe. The bulky of the two had a different kind of beauty. It's something he couldn't describe, and he was sure there were no words for it.
"If they do, I will hunt down every single one of them and kill them in the most painful way possible. I will carve out their guts and feed them to the street dogs, letting them live for the pack until they die screaming."
Cold was the raspy voice and a shiver went down his spine. Something inside of him was suddenly afraid of the bigger one and the imaginary showed him pictures he never wanted to see. But the thought that the gladiator would do such a horrendous thing just for him. . .a simple whore which was only here to pleasure and entertain him. It makes his heart feel oddly at peace.
". . .don't be ridiculous. They will do the same to you too, Sukuna."
A smile appears on Uraume's lips, soft and delicate as he continues to wash the bare chest. The water was already dark brown from the dirt, but it was enough to wash the sweat away and clean him up. The cuts weren't deep, so he barely even need one of the few balms he has. As he came to Sukuna's middle, the gladiator starts to undress and the fabric drops on the floor beside them. Curly hair tries to hide his length but it has no chance and Uraume starts to clean him there too. Cold water runs down between the legs of the gladiator and the younger could hear the soft sigh as he grabs him. Carefully he cleans his manhood and he can already feel how it hardens. . .
Finally, Uraume was done with his work and getting up, to pull him to their love nest for the night. He lets Sukuna sit down, watching him as he crawls into the bed until he lays on his back. It was nothing compared to the luxury of the rich ones, but it was enough to fuck and sleep in it. His eyes lay on the naked body right in front of him and he couldn't help but ask;
"Do you intend to use me tonight? I saw the pouch you brought. It's more than enough to do whatever you want with me."
Wondering he tilts his head, watching the fighter and he seems to think about it. The gladiator wasn't someone who spends his whole prize money on just one thing. . . It takes a while until Sukuna lifts his hand to wave the younger to him. Of course, Uraume obeys, crawling on all four limbs to the naked body and his hand already reaches for the middle. Soft fingertips start to dance over the hard belly but abruptly they get stopped. Maybe the older was already too impatient and Uraume expect to feel the length at his palm but to his surprise, Sukuna moved his hand deeper. His slim fingertips touch the warm flesh of the gladiator's buttocks and his brows rise.
"You always tell me how good it feels. Better than fucking someone. I want to have a taste of it."
Sukuna says, his voice still raspy but there was something soft to it. Was it his curiosity which led him to this? The younger hesitates but who was he to decline a client's wish? He should feel honoured and with a soft chuckle, Uraume pulls his hand back and out of his grip. His lips curl just at the thought of it. Mahogany eyes meet his own and softly he strokes over one of the gladiator's thighs.
This one was full of surprises. It's common for fighters to take who they want after winning the competition. Sukuna could fuck every single woman and man he wants, no one would complain. Maybe he could even become the lover of the emperor's wife. Impregnating her with his semen. But no, he lays right in front of his eyes, legs slightly spread with the wish to be taken tonight. And it seems as if he has no experience in what he wishes for.
"It will feel strange at first and your body will reject me. And I will never be able to give you the same pleasure as you give me. So allow me to use my fingers. They will give you more pleasure than my manhood."
A light nod was enough and slowly Uraume gets up to bring something to the bed. A balm he uses himself to prepare his body. Of course, it won't take the pain away but it feels better than breaking in raw. Without wasting more time, he pushes two fingers inside to scoop a good amount out. The cream feels cold around them and he shoos Sukuna's legs apart. Carefully his fingers glide down, smearing the cold cream against his sphincter while the older watches him. Until now there was no reaction and he wonders if this man was ever raped before.
Uraume himself grew up with it. As soon as his face became beautiful, they did it. Even today some men have the nerve to grab him and pull him into backstreets. The only difference between his younger self and now is, that he won't even take an attempt to scream for help. No one would bat an eye because he's nothing but a worthless whore. A sinner in the eyes of this so-called God they all believe in. They would even judge him guilty and kill him off if he tries to seek help. No man would sleep voluntarily with another one in their eyes, so they would blame it on him. Telling everyone he seduced every man in town to feed off their lust.
The stronger ones will survive in this world and the weak ones will die. That's just how it is.
Softly his slick finger presses against the muscle and Sukuna feels so tense. Maybe this wasn't the right time to do this. Maybe the older one was already disgusted by it. Slowly Uraume raises his eyes but he found only curiosity in those mahogany eyes.
"Try to relax. . ."
The younger whispers and it takes the gladiator a few attempts until Uraume was able to push his fingertip inside. Somehow he was a bit scared but there was no resistance and he wonders why. Italian men were not known for the best hygiene especially not gladiators who piss while eating their food. Whatever the reason is, he's relieved. Carefully he waits until Sukuna adapts to his finger before he pushes it a bit deeper into him. The muscle tense up again and the smaller pulls back.
The balm helps at least with the movement and maybe Sukuna needs some distraction. So he glides over the hard muscles of the other one, caressing his skin until he reaches the middle part and his slim fingers wrap around the length of the older one. Softly he starts to move his hand, massaging his hardening cock and it starts to help.
The finger glides into the hole without the struggle from before and with an even pace he pushes his hand against the other one while taking care of his cock. A deeper breath fills the room, a sound Sukuna makes when he's enjoying their time. It must be such a difference to be touched like this and not getting hurt. Somehow Uraume likes to watch him, how his face relaxes and how he slowly closes his eyes. The fact that they started to trust each other like this while being together still amazed him.
Uraume takes his time until another finger joins the slik one, spreading the older of both slowly and he considers putting a third one in him, but this might be too much. Sukuna seems to enjoy it or he is just really good at hiding his discomfort. Silently his fingers fuck him, starting to put more force into his thrusts and suddenly he feels how the length twitches. It was confirmation enough to continue, moving the fingers a bit differently to see his reaction. The soft breathing becomes more and more a quiet moan and another shiver went down Uraume's spine.
To hear him like that while fucking his hole with his fingers. Of course his other hand strokes over the hard cock but he's sure Sukuna wouldn't enjoy it so much if he dislikes his fingers inside of him. The sudden feeling of being in charge of the pleasure fills his body and now he regrets not pushing his manhood into the gladiator. Maybe if he's doing good, Sukuna would wish for it. . . Uraume needs to make sure he likes it and after his fingers pull out, he uses a third one.
A groan was the answer but Sukuna doesn't stop him. The bigger of them just lays back, spreading his legs a bit more for his favourite whore. Oh, Uraume never saw something so erotic in his life. Sukuna looks like a statue, a body carefully carved out of stone. His own arousal starts to show, pushing against his thin robe but he had no hands free to undress. He uses them to pleasure his guest, thrusting into the wet hole and masturbating his length. It's so solid and if he continues like this, Sukuna will probably reach his climax.
Without any warnings, Uraume's fingers bend inside of the gladiator and the whole body tenses up. This man. . .even here he's strong, squeezing his fingers with his hot insides.
"Does it feel good here. . .?"
The whore asks with a loving voice and Sukuna moans as an answer after Uraume continues his movement. He knows of this. A spot deep inside of his body and when Sukuna hits it with his hard cock, he was able to see the stars from the sky right in front of his eyes. Damned he will be if he stops now. Knowing which pleasure lies ahead, he pulls his fingers back just to thrust hard into the other again. Fucking him with his fingers, hitting this one spot over and over again and rubbing it with his fingertips.
Sukuna's body was mesmerizing. How he moves and twitches under him. The deep moan and the leaking manhood in his hand. It takes him so much restraint not to abuse this situation. And suddenly his fingers get squeezed again, hard and merciless while he feels the pulsating flesh in his hand. The visible pleasure as Sukuna reached his climax was nothing new to him. Uraume saw it many times but today was different. How he bites down on his bottom lip, eyes closed shut and the rough fingers digging into the fabric of his mattress. He needs to thank the gods that he's able to move his body, to rub his fingers against the spot until all the magic was slowly over.
Heavily Sukuna's chest moves while breathing and slowly the younger of them pulls his fingers out of his hot body to clean them off on his sheet. Just now Uraume looks down on him, staring at the thick fluid over Sukuna's belly. Instead of brushing it away, he leans down to lick some of it off this scarred skin. As always he tastes better than the other men or maybe it's just his messed up head who tells him that.
"Are you sad that it's not inside of you?"
Sukuna asks with an almost soft sounding voice. A chuckle leaves the mouth of Uraume before he crawls up to him to lay down on this strong chest. It's a good question if he's honest.
"A bit. . . It might mean that I need to sleep unsatisfied. Except you want to do the same to me as I did to you until you're ready again."
Was it egotistical? Maybe. Does he regret telling him? Not at all. Uraume knows that Sukuna was not like other men. He won't judge him for his words and he fucks him for what he is - a slender and beautiful man. The rough one doesn't need to dress him up as a woman to feel arousal. Sometimes he won't even take him from behind as if he wants to watch the whore's expression when he trusts into the smaller body.
A monster they call him. Brutal and murderous without any good in him. Maybe that makes him so good at killing people in the Colosseum. But it was quite the opposite if he thinks about those rough hands which stroke over his ass right now. Deep in Sukunas core was something gentle and only Uraume was allowed to see and experience it. There was a human in him, one with feelings but like everybody else, Sukuna hides it behind stone walls.
Uraume won't know for how long they could continue like this. How many times Sukuna will show up in his wrecked house. It's forbidden, the love they're making. The holy men enrolled a law to punish everyone who dares to lay down with another man. So maybe they will show up and kill him on the spot before he was able to see Sukuna again. But how can this be wrong, when it feels so good?
And when the message reaches him that his dearest gladiator fell, he will consume the poison he hides in the stone wall. Like he wanted, before he met the most interesting human being he ever saw. Without him, there was no reason to stay in this world. Uraume wants to die with the memories of the gladiator's touch and no one else's.
And as if he was giving him a promise, he kisses Sukuna. Moving his soft lips against the dry and rough ones while spreading his legs for the older's hands. He will follow the gladiator even if it means leaving this world behind and Uraume isn't able to describe the feelings he has for this strange man. Some would call it love, others would say it's dependency but the one word that describes everything the best would be pure admiration.