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Author's Note:<\/strong> This show is horribly violent, but I couldn't help but adore Varro. Set during \"Blood and Sand\", after the Pit and before the fight with Theokoles. Warning: adultery.<\/p>\n

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\n\"Spartacus<\/p>\n

Spartacus had never been a man with many friends, not even before he\u2019d become Spartacus. The men he had run with as a youth, fighting, gambling and chasing women, had not been the kind he\u2019d cared to be around once he\u2019d met Sura. He had need of no other then, until it had all been torn away by Glaber. It had come as a great surprise then to find himself keeping company with curly-haired Varro, who somehow managed to reach Spartacus even as he thought himself lost.<\/p>\n

The bonds between him and the ever-cheerful Roman were forged not only in the blood, sweat and tears shed on the sands of the training ground but in the love for their wives, setting them apart from the other men in the ludus. Without Varro\u2019s good sense Spartacus felt sure he would not have survived those first weeks of madness. Once he regained his place on the sands, Spartacus knew he could trust Varro with his life, their friendship was cemented.<\/p>\n

He was not quite sure how he himself had deserved Varro\u2019s unswerving loyalty, but for all that his friend seemed an open book, there was much to him that lay hidden, out of sight, and his reasons were his own. Yet there was no doubt that he cared for Spartacus, and they spent many a quiet hour talking about love and life - and death, the ever-present companion of a gladiator. Still, nothing had prepared Spartacus for the moment one night in the bath, everyone else asleep in their cells, when Varro\u2019s hand suddenly moved to cover Spartacus\u2019 cock. <\/p>\n

He was half-hard from talk and thought of Sura, not an uncommon occurrence but usually ignored, and the unexpected warmth of another\u2019s flesh made him surge upwards before his mind could catch up with his body. He stared at Varro in shock, but his friend only smiled and said: \u201cNeither one of us wants other women, but there is no shame in our bodies\u2019 needs. Let me help you with yours, friend, even if it is only to allow me to touch the only person I give a shit about in this hole, giving pleasure instead of pain for a change.\u201d<\/p>\n

Still he waited, his hand resting on Spartacus\u2019 stirring flesh, his clear eyes meeting Spartacus\u2019 confused gaze calmly. Finally Spartacus nodded and managed a smile: \u201cIt is not uncommon in Thrace for sword-brothers to lie together, although it has been years since I last had occasion to do so. I must admit, the thought appeals - but only if you allow me the same privilege.\u201d<\/p>\n

At this Varro smirked and grabbed Spartacus\u2019 head with his free hand, pulling him into a rough kiss, barely more than a hard press of lips and a promise. \u201cI\u2019d be all kinds of a fool if I rejected your offer, Spartacus.\u201d His dirty grin turned soft for a moment, and he added: \u201cSomehow I don\u2019t think either of our wives would begrudge us this comfort.\u201d<\/p>\n

Spartacus laughed, desire now running free through his veins, and tangled his hands in Varro\u2019s curls, pushing the other man to the floor with the weight of his body. \u201cNo, indeed. Sura has always been devoid of jealousy, she knows nothing can lead my heart astray.\u201d <\/p>\n

Then he ground his hips down and kissed Varro again, mutual hunger igniting between them, and no more words were spoken. The only noise were grunts of pleasure and the scraping sound of their bodies moving together in a rough, satisfying rhythm on the flagstones of the bath. It was another kind of battle, one in which there was no loser, as they rolled over and over, pushing and pulling, swallowing each other\u2019s gasps with hungry kisses. <\/p>\n

All too soon Spartacus let out one last, drawn-out groan and spilled over Varro\u2019s hand. Their movements ceased for a moment while he rested his head against Varro\u2019s shoulder, lips forming a smile against his friend\u2019s skin. Then he levered himself off Varro\u2019s body until he lay on his side, and, scooping up some of his own seed, wrapped his own fingers, sword-calloused and certain, around Varro\u2019s hard cock, already weeping with the approach of climax. Varro\u2019s head fell backwards and he came apart under Spartacus\u2019 skilled ministrations and quiet, watchful eyes, warmth spreading through Spartacus\u2019 satisfied body at the rough beauty of the sight before him.<\/p>\n

Afterwards, Spartacus leaned over for one more kiss, which was contentedly and lazily returned, before lying back against the warm stone, his right arm touching Varro\u2019s left, their uneven breaths filling the air until they turned their heads almost simultaneously and looked at each other. The two men started chuckling, neither one sure who had started it but unable to stop themselves from laughing out loud, both feeling simultaneously elated and slightly disbelieving over what had just happened.<\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, I have sand in places where there should be none,\u201d Spartacus finally managed to get out, his fist against Varro\u2019s shoulder more a caress than anything else. \u201cYour idea was good but possibly lacking somewhat in execution, my friend, as we now require another bath and there are already too few hours until we need to be awake to train again.\u201d<\/p>\n

Varro pushed himself to his feet and offered Spartacus a hand. \u201cWell, if you\u2019d rather have slept\u2026\u201d With a mischievous grin he pulled too hard, and Spartacus landed in the water with a splash and a surprised curse. \u201cNext time we\u2019ll know better,\u201d he added, still grinning, and jumped in after his friend.<\/p>\n

Spartacus, unexpectedly pleased by this casual promise of another encounter, could do nothing but sputter and laugh in agreement: \u201cAnd next time, we might make a better showing of it, not like two green boys who\u2019d never had a woman.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho you\u2019re calling green?\u201d Varro mock-scowled, pushing Spartacus underwater, and for a while they wrestled just like the boys Spartacus had called them, their hearts for once light and comforted by one another\u2019s company.<\/p>\n

Later, back in their cell and trying to get some rest before another hard day at the ludus began, Spartacus felt his friend\u2019s familiar warmth against his back and could not suppress a smile. He had never had many friends, and certainly none like Varro. And, unlike the companions of his youth, Spartacus was fairly certain that Sura would approve of this one.<\/p>\n

***
\nEnd Note:<\/strong> I did actually do some internet research to find out whether a Thracian would have had any problems with sex between men. Not proof in the least, but apparently there's a quite popular myth about Orpheus bringing homosexuality (or more specifically, pederasty) to Thrace - with so much success that the Thracian women ended up killing him. \ud83d\ude42 More historically speaking, it seems not too far-fetched to assume that it was common (or at least not taboo), considering that the region the Greeks called Thrace bordered on Macedon, home of Alexander the Great, where it was certainly practiced.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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