Title: Make You Go Down Author: Jennifer Pairing: Maximus/Commodus Rating: NC-17 SLASH Archive: Anywhere, just let me know. Feedback: gemvir@execulink.com Other websites: http://www.geocities.com/movingrhino/fanfic.html 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. ~~~~ 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