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btw, I know Christopher and Tobias are not exactly Roman names but ya know what !! I don't care, so like it or lump it, heh heh
ummm, CK an TB are obviously not mine ,but all the rest is!
Ya think this would make a good fic?


Gift of Gods

by ozfanfreak or lalioz on LJ


The following is inspired my the infamous "glean what?" conversation, and the sculpture bellow (Dying Gaul, Roman Copy, c. 240-200 BC, Rome, Capitoline Museum)

btw, I know Christopher and Tobias are not exactly Roman names but ya know what !! I don't care, so like it or lump it, heh heh

ummm, CK an TB are obviously not mine ,but all the rest is!

Ya think this would make a good fic?

Rome, 1st century BC ,

"Only human. You are only human." His Thracian slave whispered in his ear.

Loud , so loud were the resounding words amid the ovations of the Roman crowd.

Triumphant, but still only a man.

He was no God. Christopher laughed to himself throwing his head back, feeling the rose petals on his face.

No, he was no God but today he certainly felt like one.

On the steps of the Senate his father stood waiting; great Gaius Sextus Pallio welcoming his victorious son. Christopher smiled recognizing his tall figure.

"Only human." His slave whispered yet again. "Remember that. Nothing but a human."

~..............~

Soft evening breeze carried the sweet scent of oleander through the garden.

Leaning against the wall still warm from the August sun and burying his head in his hands Chris sighed heavily. For the first time in months he was not sitting by a camp fire with his sword lying on the ground before him. His body was still aching though, his numerous wounds making themselves known with every breath he took.

"Gods." He groaned gazing at the stars over his head.

He was pleading, begging, yes, but for what?

Yet another heavy sigh escaped him.

Damn if he knew.

And that's when he saw him; a beguiling apparition stepping out of the shadows.

His bare feet made no sound, his breath was soft. His lithe body was covered only with subligar (loincloth), a golden torque around his neck revealing his origin.

Moving with easy grace he went on one knee before him, his blonde head bowed, his outstretched hands offering a golden cup.

"Your father thought some wine will do you good, master."

That mellifluous voice, so quiet, hardly above a whisper, made his heart leap, and his groin twinge.

"Who are you?" His own voice sounded strained.

"Tobias, master. I belong to you." came the answer, young man's eyes still downcast, veiled by golden eyelashes.

"You belong to me. " Chris made no attempt to conceal his smirk. "My, my..."

Clasping his hands around Toby's, enjoying the feel of his warm skin, Chris took the offered cup and brought it to his lips, his eyes fixed on Toby. Interesting.

As the rich liquid touched Chris' lips Toby raised his head; naked hate Chris saw in those beautiful blue eyes bringing a sardonic smile to his face. Very interesting.

~...............~

So that 's the great Christopher. Victorious Christopher. Toby thought gliding softly through the shadows, eyeing the tall handsome man surreptitiously.

Rome came, Rome saw, Rome conquered. Once again.

Hearing him sigh heavily, Toby smiled, something wicked gleaming in his blue eyes.

Misery loves company.

Sliding out of the shadow, reveling in the feel of the warm marble under his bare feet, Toby went to him.

Coming down on his knee he offered him some wine.

He could feel his gut clenching as the arrogant, deep voice asked for his name.

Hating every single letter that slid of his mouth Toby gave it to him. Tobias. A slave. Hating him even more Toby hoped he choked on that wine.

tbc? what do ya think?

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