Title: Make You Go Down
Author: Jennifer
Pairing: Maximus/Commodus
Rating: NC-17 SLASH 
Archive: Anywhere, just let me know.
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Disclaimers: Dreamworks & Universal own 'em. Not for profit
entertainment. 
Notes: My take on the "Subway Challenge." The image wouldn't leave my
mind, so I'm diving into another fandom with this! As always, big
thanks to Nicole for super beta. 

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Even to a partially unconscious Maximus, the feeling was all to
familiar. Heavy chains shackled
his wrists, rendering him immobile and powerless. The sharp pain in
his shoulders made the
situation much more clearer. This time he was chained with his arms
above his head, the stance
of a prisoner readied for torture.

 Maximus groaned and rolled his head upward, wincing as bright
sunlight pierced his half-lidded
eyes. When his head cleared, he recognized the area as one of the
larger elevator shafts to the
Colosseum. Beyond the steel bars his fellow gladiators stood, their
faces blank and eyes cast
downward. He couldn't remember how he had gotten here, but the
throbbing in his head
indicated he fought like a solider. 

Despite the unforgiving chains, Maximus pulled at his bindings,
hoping to relieve the strain in
his upper arms. His struggle ceased as a door opened. 

"My brother stirs." 

Commodus. The Emperor's voice lifted the fog that shrouded his
memory. Moments of time
flashed through Maximus' mind; the orchestrated escape, and the
rendezvous with Cicero // poor
Cicero//. He thought of Lucilla as well, wondering if she turned
against him, or was merely
caught in Commodus' trap of lust and betrayal.

"You are a fool, and no brother of mine," Maximus spat without hiding
his disgust.

Commodus stalked closer to his chained prisoner, stopping only inches
from his taut body. "A
fool am I? Are you not the one shackled up here, a slave on display?"


The two men stared at each other, neither daring to end the stand
off. Commodus grinned
wickedly, then raised his hand to Maximus' face, raking his ring
finger down his jaw line. 

"A very handsome slave you are, Maximus." 

Now feeling uncomfortable, and not just with the chains, Maximus
shifted his weight, but kept
his eyes on the Emperor. This was an unexpected encounter, one that
Maximus intended to
overcome with his pride intact. 

"If I am a slave, it is to Rome. I honour Her in the ring." 

"Maximus, Maximus...I made the games, and I intend to reap the
benefits." 

Maximus inhaled sharply, as a deft hand cupped his groin and squeezed
not so gently. His eyes
flew down, then widened in shock as another tight squeeze rendered
him speechless. When
Commodus lowered himself to his knees, his intentions were very
clear, and Maximus could not
do anything to stop him. His mind was screaming out a thousand
"no's", but he knew voicing
them would be wasted breath. 

Cool air blew across his groin as his tunic was brushed aside. He
jerked, making the chains rattle
when a finger brushed the tip of his cock. Maximus lowered his head,
feeling the effects of
Commodus' touch course through his body. He never gave into the
pleasure of Rome's whores,
and now his vow of celibacy was being torn down...by a man. Disgust
raged through him as his
cock twitched in betraying need. 

Commodus grinned madly to himself, pleased to see Maximus responding
to his ministrations.
He enjoyed playing with his power and seeing the General suffer under
his desires was a delight
all on its own. Glancing up, Commodus caught Maximus' glare and
smiled.

"You will enjoy this, brother." 

Warm spit streaking down his face was Commodus' only answer. Maximus'
defiance was an
aphrodisiac, and Commodus felt his own cock stir. He could not let
the slave's bravado go
unpunished however, and with a sharp tug on Maximus' scrotum, he let
his displeasure be
known.

Maximus groaned, his lower body jerking forward as the pleasure and
pain traveled upward. He
inwardly cursed himself for his lack of control. The effort to keep
his arousal concealed was
making his body slick with sweat. He shivered as a cool trail of
moisture came to rest at the
small of his back. Although his pride would be lost, Maximus
reluctantly found himself begging
for the finishing touches.

"Get it over with. Please." 

"In due time, dear Maximus." 

The Emperor sat back on his heels, trailing his hand up Maximus' cock
as it slowly filled and
rose to its striking size. Commodus' thumb brushed across the weeping
slit, gathering some fluid
which he bought it to his lips. He would not let Maximus' essence
pass his lips, but he could not
deny himself a little taste. Fulfilling his own desire, Commodus let
out a low growl as he licked
his thumb clean. 

Maximus could not look down at the Emperor. He chanced a look through
the bars of the
elevator, but encountered too many faces. He looked away in shame,
finding a spot on the wall
to fixate on. However, his body was beginning to tremble at the lack
of stimulation to his groin.
So when his cock was suddenly engulfed by a warm mouth, he did all he
could to bite back a
surprised moan of relief. 

Commodus hesitantly, but with vengeance nipped and licked at Maximus'
cock, while his hand
massaged the heavy sac below. The slave's musky scent enticed another
moan from him,
constricting his throat muscles around the swollen shaft. Commodus
enjoyed hearing the
resulting whimper from the chained man, so he altered his
ministrations to coax out more
pronounced sounds. He liked the feel of the smooth skin in his mouth;
his tongue playing with
the foreskin, the tip dipping into the slit for another forbidden
taste. In his hand, he could feel
the balls shrink and harden as he drove Maximus to orgasm. 

Above him, Maximus was shrinking away from the moment. He felt the
increased attentions to
his cock, coercing him to shout out his pleasure. He could not
vocalize his arousal. Not in front
of the crowd. In the gladiator ring, and on the battlefield he was
prided for his strength and
courage, but now he felt powerless and weak. How dare his body betray
him! He only hoped he
would have a chance to return to the ring for redemption.

Commodus realized Maximus would soon climax, so he ended his
attentions with one final lick
up his shaft. He stood up, making sure he caught the gaze of his
slave as he tugged on the
swollen cock still in his hand. 

"It's time," he gruffly announced. 

With a few more exacting touches, Commodus pulled Maximus into a wild
orgasm. His body
tensed, his hands grabbing at the air as his seed flowed freely over
Commodus' hand and down
his shaft. A short cry left Maximus' lips before he could silence
himself, losing his last shred of
dignity. 

"Oh, Maximus...Maximus..." 

Commodus couldn't leave with the prisoner's seed covering his hand,
so he wiped it on
Maximus' tunic. The Emperor smirked at his handiwork, pleased he
could weaken Rome's most
valuable gladiator...and ex-solider. But, he also knew he didn't
stand a chance in the ring with a
able-bodied gladiator. If he was to win // and he would//, he would
need an advantage. 

Bringing out a slender knife, hidden under his robe, Commodus plunged
the blade into Maximus' side. The force bought the two men together
for a brief moment, and the Emperor's face lit up with gratification
behind the gladiator's back. After the battle, he would be the one
winning the
crowd. 

As Commodus left the elevator, he barked orders for his servant to
conceal the wound and prepare Maximus for the fight. Maximus was then
left alone. With every drop of blood that soaked into the cloth, his
anger flowed freely. He was ready to fight. And exacting revenge
would be very sweet.

END