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Caesar/Vulpes Inculta
Date: 2012-05-15 01:27 pm (UTC)Headshot 1/? [Caesar/Vulpes Inculta (breifly implied Caesar/Joshua Graham)]
Date: 2012-05-24 08:26 pm (UTC)It was becoming ridiculous, like an itch he couldn't scratch. Caesar had not lain with a woman since his legion's occupation of the Mojave. Stationing himself at the head of the military camp means that he was surrounded by primarily men, and he had not lain with a main in even longer. Even if he had been interested in pursuing the men of Fortification Hill, it would have been inappropriate- he was their superior. Though it was not uncommon for gods to meddle in the affairs of mortals (so to speak), Caesar was not so far deluded that he believed doing so would yield no repercussions. It was too dangerous. It made him too accessible. Above all, he had to keep his composure as a stoic and untouchable ruler, a divine extension of the deities.
But if he was to be completely honest with himself, the facade was exhausting. Between his frustration and the near-debilitating headaches plaguing him, he could feel his body wearing down. Loathe as he was to admit it, he was only a man.
The entrance tent flaps open, folding aside to reveal a tall, shadowed figure. The figure hesitates, clearly not expecting to encounter anyone else in the throne room. "Caesar," it greets, stepping forward to bow respectfully. "Apologizes, my lord. I had not anticipated...I am seeking out Lucius. There are matters to be discussed."
Ah, yes. There was also that problem. His remarkable protégée. The man was handsome, intelligent, discrete, unbearably captivating- and young enough to be Caesar's son.
"Vulpes Inculta," he addresses the approaching Frumentarius in return. "And what 'matters' might that be?"
The man is immaculate, as always. His short hair is combed and neat, the black color a striking contrast to the reds of his armor and the pallor of his skin. His eyes are dark and perceptive as he regards Caesar. Ever keen.
Vulpes pauses, studying Caesar's face with what looks like concern, before answering. "The battle at Hoover Dam draws nearer, and Lucius has requested my informants gather information on the NCR's current movements... as per your orders."
His tone is duteous, but Caesar still feels shame as the obvious answer is relayed. The attack. Hoover Dam. The whole reason the legion is in the Mojave in the first place. He had given that order? Sometimes, with the headaches, he loses chunks of time. Never more than a few minutes though, and certainly never entire orders. What else had he forgotten, lost in the recesses of his aching brain? Clearly, things were getting worse, and he knew that Vulpes was keenly perceptive. The other man probably suspected, and Caesar hated that his illness was so obvious.
He swipes a hand across his face, waving the other dismissively at Vulpes. "Right, right- of course. Lucius has not arrived yet, to my knowledge."
Headshot 2/?
Date: 2012-05-24 08:26 pm (UTC)There might be, Caesar thinks. An abscess, or a tumor perhaps.
"Nothing worth concerning yourself with," he answers.
Vulpes folds his arms across his chest, in a way that is dangerously defiant. "My lord is always my highest concern," he says, and it isn't a cheap attempt at flattery. It is stated plainly, as fact.
The problem is that Caesar actually believes him. He wasn't sure if it was merely his lust-addled brain twisting reality, but everything the man says lately seems to ooze with sensuality. Every silken word sounds like an invitation, each question hiding a secret meaning.
He never acted on it, lest his assumptions be incorrect. That had potential to be... particularly disastrous. But today he is too tired, and wound too tightly, to play Vulpes' game.
"If there is something you wish to say," he growls, sitting up straight in his throne and squaring his shoulders, "then I suggest you come forth and say it, because I have little patience and even less time."
He sees the muscles in Vulpes' jaw working, clenching and unclenching. He looks upward, at the uncovered sky over the throne room's brown tented walls, and exhales deeply through his nose before meeting Caesar's gaze. "It is quite possible that by stating this I am signing my own death warrant," he says. "But there are times when I find you...looking at me."
"I look at all my men, it is not unusual-"
"But you stare at me," Vulpes insists, his eyes narrowing. "And I desire to know why."
Caesar feels blood pounding through his veins, heart racing. The fact that they are finally having this conversation is both surreal and thrilling. "Perhaps I just enjoy staring at my army. I like looking over what is mine."
Suddenly, Caesar finds Vulpes standing immediately before him, so closely that their bare knees are almost touching. He looks up into the other man's shadowed face and Vulpes leans forward, bracing his arms on the large horns protruding from either side of Caesar's throne.
"If I am yours," he says, crowding into Caesar's personal space. Unbearably bold. Unbearably enticing. "Then why do you not have me?"
A pang of arousal jolts through Caesar's skin like electricity, so sharp that it aches. "I've waited for too long, Vulpes Inculta," he warns. "Tease me any longer and I'll have you strung to a cross."
Vulpes only grins, sliding his arms smoothly around Caesar's neck and easing himself between the other man's opening legs.
Headshot 3/?
Date: 2012-05-24 11:42 pm (UTC)Strong hands grip at Caesar's wrists suddenly, stilling them, and for a brief moment Caesar thinks he is being rebuffed. Anger and shame flare in the pit of his stomach- he had been wrong, he had misread the situation, Vulpes had been toying with him, he would kill the other man...
Vulpes steps backwards, hands rising to his armor. "My lord," he murmurs lowly, "allow me."
And just as quickly the anger is extinguished. Caesar watches in fascination as Vulpes shucks off his armor, removing his clothing piece by piece. The process is surprisingly ungraceful for the normally fastidious Frumentarius. He yanks his shoulder pads and chestplate over his head, carelessly dropping them to the floor with a resounding thud. He then removes the lighter parts of his armor, pulling off the red leather top to reveal a lithe, muscled torso. As he bends to place it on the ground, Ceaser catches a glimpse of the long horizontal scars marring Vulpes' back. They startle his silent admiration of the younger man's physique, and he feels an unfamiliar twinge of sympathy. To rise in rank as far as Vulpes had, and as quickly as he had, was a brutal path to take. Mistakes in the legion were punished severely. He was clearly no stranger to retribution.
Vulpes pauses when he reaches the lower half of his uniform and looks to Caesar as if asking for permission.
"Remove it," Caesar commands, and Vulpes obeys, divesting himself of his last piece of armor under the scrutinizing stare. He stood before the son of Mars clad in only his boots and grey undergarments, and Caesar felt the ever present want rush to a fever pitch as he greedily drinks in the sight.
He notices a tremble in Vulpes as the man steps forward. "Are you nervous?" he taunts lightly, leaning back in his throne. Hoping his own nerves aren't as plainly written across his features.
Vulpes doesn't answer, but resumes his position between Caesar's knees. Caesar grips him firmly about the waist, taking a moment to admire him. Vulpes Inculta, he decides, is nothing if not breathtaking. All dark, angular features and lean, sinewy muscle that he can feel shift and tense under his roaming hands. He's built like a legionary, for certain- but where others are bulky and strong, he is limber and slight. Quick, and stealthy. A true Frumentarius.
Headshot 4/?
Date: 2012-05-24 11:45 pm (UTC)"I have not... my interests often lie elsewhere," Vulpes replies, closing his fist around one of Caesar's hands and pressing it between his legs. "As I'm sure you are aware."
Caesar feels the solid heat of the other man's arousal and grasps it firmly beneath the thin cotton of his briefs. He feels Vulpes gasp mutedly, stomach muscles constricting as he pumps up and down. A small patch of moisture dampens the front of the worn grey cotton, and Caesar can't remember the last time he had been so turned on by such minutiae .
"Don't get smart with me," Caesar responds, and is surprised by the teasing edge to his words. He was never exactly the playful type. Not before.
Vulpes rocks his hips into Caesar's grasp, shifting slightly with each pass of the older man's grip. "Would you prefer me unintelligent?" He asks, and he's smiling- a lazy, self indulgent expression that lowers his eyelids and parts his lips, panting softly with each breath.
Caesar wants to claim those lips. "I would prefer you on your knees," he answers, removing his hands from Vulpes' arousal and reaching up to push down on his shoulders. Vulpes drops obediently.
The view is exquisite. Caesar looks down, enraptured, as Vulpes kneels before his throne. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he rolls up the bottom of Ceasar's armor, pushing aside his clothing and freeing his erection.
Caesar huffs, fisting a hand in the short hairs at the nape of Vulpes' neck.
"Yesss," Vulpes sighs as Caesar yanks his face closer to his lap, making it very clear what he wanted. With a wicked grin, Vulpes opens his mouth and curls his tongue around the base of Caesar's dripping shaft, licking his way to the tip.
Caesar groans openly, head lolling back against his throne as the dexterous tongue worked him over. "That something you learned from the profligates, Vulpes?"
Vulpes does not answer, and when Caesar looks down to see why the image nearly undoes him completely- Vulpes' eyes had slid closed, his entire face relaxed into an expression of abject bliss as he bobs his head up and down, kissing and licking at Caesar. It was like something out of a decadent dream. His cock was dark and pink against the younger man's glistening lips, and when Vulpes seals his mouth over the leaking head, dropping his jaw and sucking Caesar fully into his throat, Caesar nearly cries out from the slick warmth of it. The inside of Vulpes' mouth is so warm it almost burns.
"What if Lucius were to enter right now, and see you like this?" Caesar taunts, rubbing his thumb back and forth across Vulpes' cheek. "See you kneeling here, undressed, servicing me with your mouth like a whorish slave."
Vulpes doesn't look up, but a telling blush blossoms across his neck and cheeks, and his grip on Caesar's thighs tightens. Interesting, Caesar thinks. It appears Vulpes has a bit of an exhibitionist streak.
Headshot 5/?
Date: 2012-05-24 11:47 pm (UTC)No. This was no visage from his youth, and Caesar mentally shakes away the unexpected ghost of his past. Vulpes had brown eyes, projecting only interest and utter devotion. Devotion to his leader. To the son of Mars. To the descendant of the gods themselves.
Caesar forces himself roughly into Vulpes' mouth, holding his head in place, and is gratified by the wet, choking noise of Vulpes struggling to accommodate. Finally, he feels give as he sinks into the velvety softness of Vulpes' throat.
Vulpes' nostrils flare as he breathes harshly through his nose.
"Swallow," Caesar commands and Vulpes obeys, carefully constricting his throat. The pleasurable ripple of muscle squeezing his arousal all but pulls Caesar's climax from his body. He swears and sighs, and spills himself down Vulpes' throat.
Vulpes swallows again and again, and Caesar holds his head firmly in place, releasing the other man only when the constant stimulation becomes painful on his softening, over-stimulated member.
Vulpes sucks in a great breath as he pulls away, and Caesar sinks back heavily into his throne, feeling boneless and satisfied. Drunk on satiation, relief tingled all the way from his scalp to his toes. It really had been far, far too long.
Vulpes clears his throat. The noise rouses Caesar from his post-orgasmic stupor, but he feels too content at the moment to move. He fixes Vulpes with a stare.
Finally, comprehension dawns. When it becomes apparent that Caesar does not plan to reciprocate, Vulpes stands and begins to retrieve his discarded armor.
Caesar watches passively, and the first thing he notices is that Vulpes is still painfully hard. The second thing he notices is that Vulpes knees are red and skinned, grayed with dirt from the from the floor of his tent. He feels a strange compassion at the sight.
"Wait," he says as Vulpes moves to pull his clothes back over his head. Vulpes pauses, slowly lowering the garment and looking to Caesar.
"Come here," Caesar commands and, like always, Vulpes obeys, approaching instantly. Caesar smiles at the way the other man holds his chin high and shoulders straight, even when stripped to his briefs (and thoroughly debauched). Modesty, it seemed, was not a part of Vulpes' vocabulary. He really was learning so much about the younger man this morning.
Still seated, Caesar urges Vulpes down into his lap. They slot together somewhat awkwardly, Vulpes bracing his knees on either side of the throne's armrests, his arms hooked around Caesar's shoulders.
Caesar cups the back of Vulpes' head with one hand, drawing the younger man's face to his own. And while their lips do not meet, he presses tiny kisses along Vulpes' jaw. When he comes to the younger man's neck he sucks a bruise into it, worrying the skin with his teeth to ensure he would leave a lasting impression high above the line of Vulpes' collar. Vulpes breathing stutters as Caesar pulls away from his neck, admiring the discolored skin. "You will tell no one where you got this," he husks, pressing a kiss to the mark, and Vulpes agrees reverently.
Caesar uses his free hand to withdraw Vulpes from his briefs. Vulpes is still impossibly hard, damp and curving upwards towards his navel. He seizes Vulpes' erection and pumps his fist, skimming his thumb across the flared head of Vulpes' arousal and slicking him with the fluid he finds there.
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Date: 2012-05-25 12:01 am (UTC)But Vulpes is patient. Vulpes is loyal, and steadfast. And, curled and hunched over Caesar, Vulpes is coming.
His climax is wordless, soundless. Caesar does not notice, at first, too lost in his reveries and the slick slapping sound of skin on skin, punctuated only by Vulpes' heavy breathing.... until he feels a warm spurt of ejaculation hit him on his chin.
Shocked, Caesar stills his fist and looks up at Vulpes' wide-eyed face, and for the first time in his life he sees unrestrained disbelief written across the Frumentarii leader's features.
"I think," Caesar states, feeling the viscous fluid drip down his jaw, "that you should go."
Vulpes is quick to agree, scrambling off of Caesars lap and hastily grabbing up his clothing. He dresses hurriedly, mumbling his goodbye without meeting Caesar's eyes as he exits the tent.
And only when Caesar is sure that the Vulpes is gone, tent door left open and flapping in the early morning breeze, does he allow himself to laugh. He wipes his hand along his chin, chuckling to himself.
Apparently, it had been a very long time for Vulpes Inculta as well.
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Date: 2012-05-25 05:53 am (UTC)Vulpes' devotion to his lord and master obviously knows no boundaries, and this is about the only way I could imagine this would happen.
All my internets, Anon!
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Date: 2012-05-26 02:03 am (UTC)*basks in all the internets*
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Date: 2012-05-25 02:11 pm (UTC)can't talk... too awesomed out... such good descriptions! such a perfectly uncaring bastard Caesar is! Such a delectable hottie Vulpes is!
A!A, you wondrous creature.
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