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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Hummel/Noah_Puckerman/Sam_Evans, Kurt_Hummel/Sam_Evans, Kurt_Hummel/
      Noah_Puckerman
  Character:
      Kurt_Hummel, Sam_Evans, Noah_Puckerman, Blaine_Anderson
  Additional Tags:
      Double_Penetration, Sex_Toys, Barebacking, Sex_between_Underage_and
      Overage_characters_(by_modern_standards), Explicit_Minor_Character_Death,
      Implicit_Major_Character_Death, Alternate_Universe, Alternate_Universe_-
      Historical
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      Published: 2012-04-12 Words: 3401
****** We Who Are About To Die The Little Death Salute You ******
by jono74656
Summary
     Gladiator AU. Senator's son Kurt pays to be pleasured by champion
     Puck, bodyguard Sam is jealous.
Notes
     AN: This is not the story I'm meant to be working on, but my muse has
     finally returned to me after a long absence, so I daren't write
     anything but this at the moment.
     So anyway, this was based off a line in the movie 'Gladiator', namely
     "Rich matrons pay well to be pleasured by the bravest champions." I
     did some actual research and Gladiators really did get paid to sex up
     the wealthy. This is the result.
See the end of the work for more notes
We Who Are About To Die The Little Death Salute You
 
Senator's son Kurt loved attending the games at the Colloseum like so many of
his countrymen, though for him it was for a different reason. He cared little
for the violence, the bloodshed and the brutality; though he was not above
applauding for a particularly skilled warrior. (And watching the death of the
Gallic brute Karofski had filled him with pleasure and appreciation for the
skill of the muscular blonde Teutonic tribesman who had achieved it.) No, the
pale aristocrat attended for the unmatched beauty of many of the Gladiators;
powerful, muscular, glistening with sweat. Gladiators had been fuelling his
nighttime fantasies for as long as he could remember.
But even the blonde tribesman Samuel, the same blonde who now served as Kurt's
personal bodyguard and bedwarmer, had never caused such a reaction as the
arrogant warrior who had just swaggered into the arena. According to the
libellus munerarius this new warrior was a champion from the province of Judea,
fighting under the name Puck. He stood out amongst all the other warriors by
being equipped as a Dimachaerus, fighting with two swords, no shield and very
light armour. The signs of a supremely confident warrior who eschewed defence
for all-out attack, most unusual in the Colosseum, though apparently more
common in the outer provinces. The Judean's chest was uncovered by armour, and
his skin was already gleaming under the Roman sun, sweat coursing a path over
firmly defined muscles that Kurt just longed to trace with his tongue,
musculature equally as impressive as that on his bodyguard, though more obvious
due to the Gladiator's darker skin tone.
The pronuntiator stepped out upon his podium, and in a booming voice invited
the crowd to feast their eyes upon the mighty warriors, newly brought from the
Eastern provinces for the delight of the populus Romae. As the echoes of his
mighty voice faded away the Gladiators all raised their weapons once in salute
to the crowd, then began to move and manoeuvre around the arena floor, seeking
a position of advantage over their opposition.
It was immediately evident that the Judean was a fearsome warrior, his blades
skirting the armour of the provocator he encountered first, leaving the man
gasping on the arena floor trying desperately to hold his entrails inside his
body. The crowd shrieked with delight at the swift and brutal death, and their
cries redoubled as he followed up by closing quickly to within the range of the
retiarius' trident, one sword flicking the hurled net away from himself as the
other removed the man's head with a flourish. By the time he turned back to the
rest of the arena the dozen Gladiators who had started the match had whittled
themselves down to six, and two of these were slumped on the ground bleeding
from almost assuredly mortal wounds. The remaining three were all lightly
armoured thracians and two of them struck down the third with their curved
daggers before advancing on the Judean in unison.
The Judean's muscular torso was already streaked with sweat, arena dust and the
blood of his vanquished foes, and as the lightly armoured thracians closed in
one of them succumbed almost immediately to the whirlwind of dancing steel that
the twin swords of the Judean had become, more blood painting itself across
that defined expanse of flesh. The final Gladiator warded off the Judean using
his dagger for long seconds, before a swipe of one of those wickedly sharp
blades removed his blade hand at the wrist, sending it, and the dagger, to the
arena floor. The thracian collapsed to the floor, blood pumping from his maimed
wrist, and the crowd rose to it's feet with a great roar of sound, crying out
"iugula! iugula!" Kurt cried along with them, attention splitting between the
tableau on the arena floor and the person of the Emperor, rising to his feet
and approaching the balcony of his box.
The Emperor raised one hand, clenched into a fist, thumb currently extended to
the side, and for long seconds there was silence, as the crowd held it's
collective breath waiting for the imperial decision. The Emperor's hand slowly
turned until his thumb was extended down towards the ground, the whole
resembling a fist clenched around a downward striking blade. The wounded
Gladiator struggled to his knees, head bowed, as the Judean raised one blade
over his head; it gleamed in the sunlight and the crowd roared with
anticipatory approval. With a sudden movement, the blade reversed, and was
driven downwards, piercing the wounded Gladiator's heart, and causing him to
stiffen. Then, as the blade was pulled free, the Judean's second hand came
round and the blade severed the man's head with such force that it bounced and
rolled along the arena floor for long seconds before coming to a stop.
The Judean threw his head back exultantly and raised both bloodstained swords
to the sky as the roar of the crowd washed over him, glorying in his victory,
and the crowd's approval. Kurt turned to address the slave that had accompanied
him in anticipation of this. "Find out which ludus he belongs to and make the
usual arrangements with the lanista." The short, curly-haired slave ran to obey
with alacrity, and Kurt smirked at the memory of the last time the slave had
been tardy following an order. Samuel had most enjoyed flogging him. With that
cheering thought he gathered his cloak around him, then headed out of the
Colosseum, Samuel following him closely; he had preperations to make.
..................................................
Noah, the Gladiator 'Puck', sat in his small chamber in the ludus in a state of
confusion. The lanista had congratulated him on his victory, and made sure that
he was fed well and watered on his return, but he had been instructed not to
bathe, not to remove the evidence, the blood, the dust, the sweat, and the
stink, from his body. The other, more experienced Roman Gladiators had
congratulated him on being chosen, and he had gathered from the gossip he had
overheard that wealthy women sometimes paid lanistas to be pleasured by their
Gladiators.
Noah wasn't unwilling with women, indeed he had been sold into slavery by the
governor of Judea after he had impregnated the man's daughter. But the thought
of lying with one of the leering matrons he had seen in the streets of the city
was enough to make him feel ill, the thought of one of those harridans
pleasuring themselves with his body enough to make him doubt he could even
manage to get hard long enough to do the deed.
When the appointed time came, the lanista returned and escorted him to a larger
room with a soft pallet, ordered him in no uncertain terms to give their guest
anything they wanted, then departed, locking the door behind him. Noah drank
deep from the jug of water left in the room, then seated himself on the pallet,
facing the door. Several minutes passed before he heard the key in the lock
again, and two figures entered. A tall, broad shouldered blonde with the look
of a bodyguard, and a shorter, slender figure in a concealing cloak. The blonde
bodyguard deposited a small cloth pouch on the table, shot Noah a warning
glare, then departed again, turning the key in the lock, then settling against
the door with a barely audible thump.
The shorter figure shed it's cloak without preamble, revealing to Noah's
surprise a young man, slender, pale and delicate, but most definitely a man.
Noah could be sure of this as the young man had been naked beneath the cloak,
and every inch of marble pale skin was exposed to the avaricious eyes of the
Gladiator. He drank in firm, supple skin over tight muscles giving the young
man a dancer's grace. The boy's manhood was respectable, especially on his
slight frame, handging full and heavy between muscular thighs, and completely
devoid of hair. The younger man threw his head back and stretched under the
Gladiator's heated gaze, then turned slowly, revealing a smooth back and a
high, tight ass, the cheeks spread slightly around something unusual. The
Gladiator stood, shedding his simple shift with a swift movement, then crossed
the small room to take crowd the slight boy against the wall. His hands skimmed
that soft, pale back , before settling on that beautiful ass, squeezing and
rolling the cheeks in his hands as he looked at the strange obstruction with
interest for long moments, before gingerly reaching out and touching it.
A soft moan spilled from the young man's throat, and he pressed back into the
warm hands teasing his flesh. Noah explored the strange item with his fingers,
it was smooth wood, clearly sanded many times to make it as smooth as anything
Noah had any felt. The portion of the item extruding from the boy's hole was
wider, but it clearly tapered narrower where it disappeared into his body. He
wrapped one hand around the wider section, and tugged it gently. The tapered
wood pulled slightly out of the boy's clenching hole, and he could see that it
was slick with some kind of oil. He pressed it back in again and the boy
moaned, his cock dripping with precum that spattered on the floor.
Noah took a firmer hold, then pulled harder, causing almost the entire length
of the strange item to slide free from the tight hole with a squelching noise.
Seen in the light, the tapered wooden cylinder resembled nothing so much as a
carved cock, albeit smaller than his own, or even that of the young man. The
wider base prevented it from slipping wholy inside the body, and in all it
acted to open the boy's body up. Noah had lain with men before, so he knew the
use of opening the body like this, but he had never seen such a device for
doing so. Acting on instinct he crossed quickly to the table, rifling through
the cloth pouch and revealing to his unsurprised eyes a small flask containing
more of the slick oil.
He crossed once more to the young man, his cock thickening as he pulled the
wooden cock free from the clenching ass, slicking his cock hurriedly with more
of the oil. He gently but forcefully pushed the young man over to the pallet,
and bent him over until he could brace himself against it's edge; quickly
pressing a finger into the tight heat of his ass to gauge his readiness he
lined his cock up with that open hole and drove himself in to the hilt with one
stroke. The boy gasped and moaned beneath him at the sudden intrusion and he
paused to allow them both to relax a little, before swiftly pulling back and
slamming forward once more, setting a brutal pace that had the young man
throwing his head back and panting loudly, occasionally interspersed with
breathy moans and demands that he fuck him harder. Eager to oblige he lifted
one leg and planted it on the edge of the pallet, pounding deeper into the
willing body from the changed angle, the heat and tightness like nothing he had
ever felt with any of his previous lovers, not even the Vestal Virgin.
The younger man was writhing beneath him, pushing back onto every thrust,
trying to pull his cock deeper and deeper into that pliant flesh. He threw his
own head back and growled as his hands tightened on the pale hips, leaving
bruising marks as he hammered into the boy's body with a force he had never
unleashed before, the sound of his balls slapping on the pert ass melding into
one continuous beat as he took the boy like a wild animal. With a primal yell
he pulled his cock free and manhandled the boy further onto the pallet,
climbing up after him and leaning back against the wall. He picked the boy up
and lowered him straight onto his waiting cock, groaning as he sank even deeper
than before. The pale hands of the young man rested on his chest, smearing the
dust, sweat and blood, and the boy's cock twitched as he watched the proof of
Noah's victory smearing beneath and between his fingers.
The younger man's toned thighs flexed, and he began to raise and lower himself
on Noah's cock, asshole fluttering every time he almost pulled all the way off,
moaning and whimpering every time he sank back down. Noah groaned when he felt
the tight heat around his cock suddenly squeeze, and looked into blue-green
eyes that sparked with mischievous heat. The hands braced on his chest slowly
inched up until those delicate fingers could play with his nipples, pinching,
squeezing and rolling them as he rode up and down Noah's cock. The leisurely
manner in which he was riding Noah made it clear that he was in no hurry, and
was planning to enjoy himself as much as he could while he had the opportunity.
............................
Samuel leaned against the door, listening to the breathy moans of his master
mingling with the animalistic grunts of the Gladiator. He had been the first
champion approached by the young master, the first to feast on that porcelain
flesh, first to explore the secret places of the boy's body. First in
everything. For more than a year he every time he fought in the Colosseum he
knew if he survived the boy would come to him that night. It had given him the
edge he needed, the edge that had led to him standing before the Emperor,
receiving the rudis, the symbol of his freedom from slavery. When he had
emerged from the arena that day, been saluted by the lanista and set free, he
hadn't known what to do, slavery was all he had known. Then he had left the
ludus for the last time to find the young master stood outside, hooded and
cloaked. He had been led to the master's home, where he had taken into service
as the young master's personal bodyguard and bedwarmer. (Though the Senator
didn't know about the bedwarming part)
This was the first time since then that the young master had taken an interest
in another Gladiator, or at least the first time that said Gladiator hadn't
managed to get himself killed before the master could approach his lanista.
Samuel found that he didn't like the idea of sharing access to the young
master's nubile, perfect body. He was jealous of this upstart Judean who was
taking his master like an animal just on the other side of the door. He fought
against his primal urges for a long second before slipping the key back into
the lock, and turning it as quietly as he could, easing the door open to the
sight of his master's pale back, head thrown back in ecstasy as he rode the
Judea, who looked as though he had never experienced anything like it.
Closing and locking the door quietly behind him, Samuel slipped out of his
clothes, leaving them in a pile by the door. He walked over to the pallet,
picking up the dropped flask of oil on wrote, and plastered his chest to his
master's sweating back. He didn't give either participant time to startle or
consider things, slicking one finger and easing it into his master's clenching
ass alongside the Judean's admittedly large cock. He heard the gasp from his
master as he was stretched out further than usual, and slid a second slick
finger in quickly, before he could clench up. His master and the Judean had
paused in their coupling as he stretched his master open, a third finger soon
joining the first two, causing his master to hiss from the stretch, and the
Judean to hiss from the pleasurable sensation. He placed on hand on his
master's back, pressing him forward until he was cradled against the Judean's
broad chest, and Samuel could get the maximum access to his sweet hole. He
slicked up his aching cock, and pressed it to where the Judean was already
splitting his master open. After several seconds of pained hisses from his
master the hole gave way to his cock, and he slowly began to sink in alongside
the Judean, both of them moaning at the sheer unexpected sensation.
He bottomed out inside his master's extremely stretched hole, and after a
moment's pause where he and the Judean communicated over his master's head.
They began to move, first one of them would pull almost free, then as the other
began to pull out the first would thrust back in. Their co-ordinated movements
conspired in mere minutes to reduce his master to a gibbering, begging mess
between them. Their cocks were rubbing over his prostate with every movement,
the pleasure building within him in a way he had never known possible; when
they both withdrew almost completely then thrust back in together, the sheer
sensation tipped him over the edge, he spasmed between them and let out a
keening whine as he orgasmed without his cock being touched for the first time.
Jet after jet of pale milky cum painting the muscled chest of the Judean,
mixing in with the blood, dust and sweat of the arena. His orgasm caused his
body to clench painfully around their cocks, and they came within seconds of
one another, emptying what felt like endless streams of cum deep into his
abused hole.
For several minutes after their orgasms they held him between them as he
shuddered and panted his way down from an orgasmic high like no other. When he
was able to support himself against the Judean with his own hands again Samuel
slowly, and very carefully withdrew his cock, and once he was fully withdrawn
he gently held his master under both arms and physically lifted him off the
Judean's softening member. Even as he was laying his master down on the pallet
next to the Judean their cum began to ooze forth from his almost painfully
stretched hole, and he snatched up the wooden cock from the floor and
reinserted it, keeping the cum from leaking everywhere and making a mess. He
pulled a softened cloth from the bag he had brought with him, and quickly
cleaned all three of them up, before redressing himself and pulling the
master's cloak tight around him. The Judean was still sat naked on the pallet
with a satisfied look in his eye, and Samuel felt a surge of possessiveness at
the thought that the master would definitely want to visit this one again if he
kept winning.
He took second then to remember the unforgettable experience of fucking his
master alongside the Judean, and raised his eyes to meet those of the
Gladiator. "I used to be a Gladiator too, he gave me a reason to fight, to win,
to survive. When I received my rudis he made his father give me a job as his
bodyguard, so I get him every night. If you keep winning he'll probably do the
same for you. Think about it." With that, he swept the nearly empty flask of
oil and the soft cloth back into the bag, picked it up, then gently picked his
master up and cradled him against his chest, aware that the younger man had
passed out from the pleasure overload. He opened the door, then locked it
behind them, before making his way to the lanista to return the key. Then he
carried his exhausted master to where their chariot was waiting, and then
onwards to the Senator's home.
...................................................
Even after the lanista had returned him to his own small room in the ludus Noah
couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. And he decided that if it
gave him the slightest chance of experiencing the pleasure he had that night,
he would fight and win as many times as was necessary for him to stand before
the Emperor and earn his freedom. He wanted that every night for the rest of
his life.
................................................
When he awoke the next morning, Kurt knew he had to do that again. Knew he
wanted that Judean in his bed every night alongside his Samuel. Now, to work on
convincing his father he needed another bodyguard........
End Notes
     Glossary of latin terms (either from books or Google translate)
     libellus munerarius- Programme for the games
     dimachaerus- A Gladiator with two swords and no shield. A specialty
     fighter in the arena
     pronuntiator- Announcer
     populus Romae- Roman people/people of Rome
     provocator- Heavily-armoured class of Gladiator
     retiarius- Gladiator who fights with trident and net
     thracian- Lightly armoured Gladiator using a distinctive Thracian-
     style dagger
     iugula! iugula!- Blood! Blood!
     ludus- Gladiator school
     lanista- Owner and operator of the ludus
     rudis- Wooden replica of a Roman gladius sword, symbol of a
     Gladiator's freedom
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