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“We really should leave.” He said while reluctantly trying to his lover from kissing his neck and chest. Mark wasn’t listening to him as he kept going. Caesar smiled and let him for a few minutes. He had missed this after all. He was in Egypt for three months and he just couldn’t let Mark to stay there with him. He needed a trusted man in Rome and your current paramour living with your new one was a disaster. He just couldn’t have deal with the pressure of keeping Cleopatra and Mark next to each other for months. So, he made Mark leave before he could learn about his new founded relationship with Cleopatra and insist on staying. He knew how his boy could get jealous easily.

When Mark’s lips were tracing the scar on his belly and making their way to his groin, Caesar finally found the strength in him to stop him. He held his both cheeks and kissed him deeply. When he felt Mark’s hands touching his thighs, he broke the kiss. “We should leave. Everyone will wonder.”

“Let them. They would wonder if you came early, late or even on time! Please, I missed you.”

“And I you but we can’t afford to rumors start again.”

When Caesar got up from Mark’s embrace and started to adjust his toga, the younger one looked at him from his bed. “Oh, I think they wouldn’t start for a long time. They have a new rumor now, don’t they? You and that gypsy princess.”

Caesar looked at him but Mark who was on his feet now and were adjusting his hair in the mirror didn’t elaborate further. So, Caesar had to ask. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“What? You didn’t think that I wouldn’t hear now, did you?”

“No but…”

“So why are you asking?”

“I am asking about your tone, not your words Mark. Are you mad at me?”

“Of course not.” Mark smiled at him, but it was far from sincerity. “It is known that you like to seal the deals about annexation with fucking monarchs. I wasn’t surprised.”

“Hey, you have no right to be mad at me. You knew who I was when we started this and you accepted it.”

“I did.”

“So..?”

“You are right, I have no right. It’s not we belong to each other, we are not married. I shouldn’t smother you like a wife. Apologies.” Now that looked sincere, Mark leaned and planted a kiss on his cheek. “Sorry, you know… being on edge and everything… makes me pissy, shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”

“You shouldn’t have…”

“I know, I’m sorry…”

Caesar smiled at him and kissed the man one last time before going out of his room with him like they were just discussing politics in his room.

***

They didn’t talk much in the party. When Mark brought him a cup of wine, Caesar had whispered to him that since they spent so much time in his room, they should not make appearances together this evening. After all, the night belonged to them. They could stay away for a few hours.

But it turned out that Caesar couldn’t. During the party, he always tried to find ways to get to Mark but someone always crossed his path and kept him from his lover. It was almost too frustrating.

Cleopatra was nice and all but she wasn’t the taste that got the most powerful man in Rome addicted. Her feminine shape was wrong, her short straight hair was wrong, her dark eyes were wrong. He needed Mark so much and when they almost gave in to their urges in his room, Caesar needed him on his lap even more than before. He needed his muscular body, his curly hair, his silver eyes.

As the party was coming to an end and more people were leaving with the permission of Caesar, he was searching the room as a senator was talking to him about something that Caesar couldn’t have cared less. When he finally located Mark, he saw him with his nephew Octavius. He smiled. Octavius was growing up day from day, he was sixteen now, a man. He always thought about giving him under Mark’s wings to teach him to be a commander and politician. They were closer in age and their opposite personalities would neutralize each other.

He looked back to the senator and listened to him for real this time. When he was answering his question, a loud crash was heard from where Mark and Octavius were standing. Caesar saw Mark with his wine-soaked blue toga that was his gift. Octavius held the older man’s hand and dragged him out of the crowd. Just when Caesar wanted to follow them, the senator asked his question again. The man stopped and tried to give an answer as quick as possible.

When the senator was satisfied and left with his wife on his arm, Caesar gave his niece Atia a look that implied that he wanted this party to end. As Atia was sending their guests off Caesar went to the corridor where both Mark and Octavius disappeared in. As he was walking and looking for them in the empty room, he heard voices from the one at the end of the corridor.

When he reached the door and opened it, he saw his nephew kissing his commander, his partner, his lover, his everything who was sitting on a bed and pulling the blonde boy onto his lap. As Octavius was climbing onto him Caesar got in the room and slammed the door probably loud enough for everyone in the neighborhood to hear.

Octavius jumped off Mark and looked at his uncle with horror. On the contrary, Mark was serene as a Greek god statue. His bare chest was raising and falling like he was just sitting under the sun in a summer evening. “Did party end?” He asked calmly.

“Out.” Caesar said to his nephew and opened the door for him. Octavius halted for a minute and looked at Mark. When he looked back to his uncle he tried to explain. “It wasn’t his fault, I wanted…”

“Out, I said.”

Octavius looked at Mark and the silver-eyed man winked at him. “Go.” He whispered to sooth the boy and Octavius finally left the room. As soon as he left, Caesar closed the door and locked it. Mark’s smile got wider. “What? What would people think Caesar? We certainly can’t let rumors to fly by…”

“You think this is funny?”

“Oh yes.”

Caesar walked up to him and held his chin firmly. “My nephew… Have you fallen that far?”

“At least Roman.”

Caesar’s hand got tighter around his chin and Mark smiled more. “Is that jealousy in your eyes or am I blind?” He said. “But why? You have no right to be mad at me. You knew who I was when we started this and you accepted it.” He spat his words back to his face.

Caesar laughed a little. “Is that what this is about? You are getting back at me? I fuck a woman once to seal a deal and you were going to fuck my nephew because of that? Yeah, they are the same thing!” His voice got angry again towards the end. “You can’t use him like that.”

“Oh, I’m not using him. He had shown me that he is more than willing to open his legs for me in the past months when you were away in Egypt.” Mark said while shrugging his face to make him let go and got up. “But you know what I did like an idiot I am? I didn’t let him. I didn’t just let any pretty young thing to shake my loyalty to you like you did with her! But since we don’t belong to each other, we have no right to be mad, I figured why not? He is cute, surely perkier than you, prettier than you…”

The man stopped talking when Caesar’s hand grabbed his neck tightly and broke his breath. He tried to gulp but it was no luck. The older man’s eyes were burning. Mark smiled. “Oh, you hypocrite…”

“If I am a hypocrite, you are a liar dear Mark because it is not what you want. He is not what you want, am I wrong?” Caesar pushed him to bed and got on top of him, found his usual place between his strong thighs. As he was moving his thumb on his neck he added. “You don’t want a pretty or cute boy to fuck, you want a man older than you, stronger than you to take you like a woman.”

As Mark’s breath got hitched, Caesar felt his boner up his belly. He smiled. “Proves my point.”

“Maybe it is Octavius’s doing.” Mark pushed his luck more. And his reward was a tighter hand around his neck. His smile got wider when Caesar said, “And this proves my point about you being a liar.”

As Mark rubbed his swelled cock up Caesar’s body, he said “So? Is this Senate? Am I Cicero? Why are you trying to prove a point?”

“You started it!”

“Yes, and I’m done. Oh wait, actually I’m not.” Mark changed their positions with one move and sat on top of his lover. He took the hand that is still sitting on his neck and interlocked their fingers. “I want you to belong to me.”

Caesar laughed a little. “Oh dear… You know this won’t happen.”

“Then this won’t either anymore.” Mark said as he was getting of from his lap but Caesar’s free hand was quick to make him sit again.

“You can’t just give me an ultimatum like this!”

“Oh, but I can! You see I either fuck your nephew or let you fuck me. You choose.”

“You play dirty.”

“Yes. Thank you.”

Caesar signed and looked at him. His walls of anger and frustration was down finally. Mark saw it too. He caressed his cheek and whispered. “I just… I love you, I worship you, I do anything you tell me to… What more do you need? I’ll do it too. Just don’t seek it from someone else. Come to me, I’ll make it happen.”

“Mark… My dear…” Caesar kissed the palm of his hand and held it there. “I just needed a son. This was that. Nothing more.”

“Oh…” Caesar could see the gloom in his silver eyes.

“Don’t be like this.” He said. “I am done with her, okay. Even if she gives birth to a girl, I won’t go to her to try for a son again. I won’t risk you like this again.”

Mark smiled a little. “You won’t go to anyone?”

“Anyone… not even my wife.”

Mark laughed a little. He started to move his hips on Caesar’s friction seeking cock. The older man’s head rolled back with pleasure. It’s been so long since he and Mark had found themselves some proper alone time. As he moaned his name quietly, Mark leaned down and started to plant kisses up and down his neck again.

If he kept moving and kissing him like that Caesar would come embarrassingly soon but Mark leaned down to his ear and whispered with a tint embarrassment in his voice. “So… you were right that it was from you choking me and not from Octavius… I was wondering…”

Caesar took him under him again and grabbed his neck. “If you say my nephew’s name one more time in bed while I’m with you, I’ll choke you for good.”

Mark smiled widely as he opened his neck more. Caesar saw the shine in his eyes. “No, no this wasn’t an encouragement Mark, don’t…”

But before Mark could say Octavius’s name again to annoy Caesar, the man kissed him. As they were kissing the older man opened his legs more and rolled the still wine smelling tunic up to his belly. Mark’s parted lips when he pushed two of his fingers up his hole allowed his tongue to join their kissing too. The younger was basically panting to his lips when Caesar got his cock wet enough with his spit and finally entered him after all those months.

They both stayed like that for a minute, they were just panting to their faces, holding each other and enjoying the sensation. When Mark wrapped his legs around his waist and pushed him more, Caesar groaned and started a hard rhythm slamming to Mark’s groin. The younger one had to bite his fist to block his moans as Caesar was fucking him, choking him. Hazel-eyed one leaned down to his ear and whispered. “Why silence yourself? Let everyone know that you are just a man who lets his commander take him from the back. Let him know.”

Mark rolled his eyes, but he was smiling a little. He liked the possessive version of this man. Nay, he loved it. When they both came hard and quicker than their usual, Mark watched the man who was trying to catch his breath next to himself. This was one of the best sexes they had in a while, probably since that Vercingetorix victory. He decided that he should make Caesar jealous more often.

***

“Are you okay?”

“What?”

“Your neck, it doesn’t look good.” Octavius explained sadly. “Did my uncle do that? Was he angry with you? He didn’t say anything to me this morning…”

“Oh right… Yeah, he was angry, this is from him, but we talked. It’s all good now.”

“So, this means we…”

“No little master, we can’t. Sorry.”

“Oh… well still… sorry for your neck I guess…”

“Thank you.” I’m not sorry.