Title: Another Betrayal (1/1)
Author: RavenD
Category: Angst, POV
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Slash, Non-con, this is not smut, but it is explicit. No happy, fuzzy feelings here, people
Pairing: Maximus/Commodus
Spoilers: Have you seen the movie? You should see the movie.
Summary: Commodus takes advantage of Maximus
Disclaimers: Spielburg owns ET, Jaws and Maximus. I'm just playing with him. No harm, no foul.

I watched him, as he stood there, eyes closed against the betrayal. They were interesting, I thought, those closed eyes. When he had seen his dead emperor, his eyes had been open. When I had his own soldiers take him, his eyes had been open. Somewhere in my soul, I believe when he had found his family burned and crucified, those fucking eyes had been open. But not now. Now they were closed.

When my emperor had dropped to his knees in front of his bound captive, smiling wickedly, I had been confused, not understanding. He had been ranting, calling the Spaniard "brother" and then he had knelt. Maximus had just looked at the dark head at his waist, his lips tightly pressed together.

That cold, bitter voice had echoed through the room. "You would not give me your hand, brother. You would hold yourself apart from me. You believe, because my father held you close in his heart that you can deny me. Even my beloved family, my sister, my niece, they would support you. But it will not matter, slave. Today, Spaniard, today you will die. Before that, I will show you the true power of an emperor."

Then my emperor had reached underneath the gladiator's tunic and lifted it, exposing the flaccid shaft. Maximus' brow had furrowed and I could see him attempt to move backwards, flinching slightly as the regal hands had grasped his hips, digging in deeply. Commodus had leaned forward, slowly running his face along the hollows of the gladiator's hips, smelling him.

Maximus had jerked, kicking out and knocking the emperor to the floor.We had all held our breath, not knowing what Commodus would do. Raising himself back to his knees, he had turned his head and looked at me, nodding towards the guards, "Have them hold his legs."

I had waved and the guards stood beside the man who I once called General. They then held those muscled legs firm to the ground. I could not look Maximus in the eyes as Commodus bent his head and drew the limp phallus into his mouth.

Commodus had sucked steadily, firmly massaging Maximus with his throat. Maximus' hands had gripped the chains that held him, knuckles going white. That grizzled face had been stiff, unmoving. Commodus had moved back, releasing the semi-hard shaft.

"So, my strong gladiator," the emperor had whispered, "I wonder if you are strong enough to not spend yourself into my mouth. If you beg me for mercy, Maximus, I will stop. If you beg."

Maximus had never even looked down.

The torture had continued, Commodus swallowing Maximus to the hilt. The dark head had bobbed up and down, constantly stimulating. Drops of sweat had begun to form as the Spaniard's cock had hardened. Pulling back, Commodus had slowly lapped at the heavy erection, and I had seen those firm buttocks clench. A drop of fluid had appeared at the tip of his phallus, catching the light.

That was when the gladiator had closed his eyes.

The sucking noises filled the room as Commodus worked the hard shaft in his mouth. The sweat began to run down Maximus' face and chest. The guards struggled to hold down the straining thighs. A thin trickle of blood slipped from the clenched fists encircling the chains.

Commodus again backed away and I saw those hips follow the retreating lips. "Beg me, Maximus." The eyes didn't open. The look on my emperor's face was feral, wicked in its meanness. "Beg me!" he demanded. Nothing.

I knew Maximus couldn't hold out forever. No man could. Slowly those hips rocked, thrusting into that hot, waiting mouth. Commodus' fingers crept behind the heavy balls, pressing, caressing.

When he came, Maximus let out a long, low moan, hips jerking. Commodus stood, licking his way up Maximus' torso. Leaning close to the captive man's ear, Commodus swallowed loudly.

The guards moved away from Maximus and Commodus embraced him, stabbing him in the back. As I strapped on the gladiator's armor, I saw the unshed tears in his too-old eyes. Today would be the day he would return to his family, I knew.

I leaned to his ear and whispered, "There is no shame in Elysium, General."

He never looked at me.

As the floor began to rise, I heard him say, "I am not in Elysium yet. Not yet."

When the sun reached us through the upraised shields, I noticed that his eyes were still open.

The end