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brainofckSeries/Chapter: Arena - Closing
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muck_a_luck, posting in brainofck
Pairing: SB/VM (other pairings in later chapters)
Rating: PG
Summary: Viggo is somewhere else, where everyone and no one is the same
Content/warnings: AU. Violence.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's ownporno script, populated by the individuals she feels would be ideal to fill the various roles if she ruled the universe if she were ever fortunate enough have the opportunity to bring her vision to the screen. *snortle*
Archive rights: www.rugbytackling.com, Green Opals, if they're interestd, and my journalsmuck_a_luck and brainofck
Further Disclaimer: Any resemblance to Ancient Rome mostly incidental. I have never seen any gladiator flick. Ever. Honest. Not even stinky Gladiator that stole FOTR's Oscar. *glares*
Blame:uisgich, for encouraging me
Arena
Water and Oil
Flesh and Iron
Night Terrors
First
Opening
Sennet was drunk. Screaming, stinking drunk. And Rodin had gotten him that way. That was why Rodin was his best friend. Sennet loved Rodin.
Who was currently walking next to him, supporting him with an arm around the shoulder as they made their way inside from the terrace. They flopped onto couches and Rodin shoo-ed the servants away. Sennet loved Rodin.
And Sennet had a problem and Rodin was going to help him fix it.
"You know how the Emperor is. He gets bored so easily. The only reason I've lasted this long is because they are so exotic and lovely and gorgeous when they win."
Rodin chuckled at that. Well, more giggled. They had been drinking. A lot.
"I heard," Rodin confided in a mock whisper, "That the Emperor said he was sending his youngest daughter to your barracks to get him a proper grandchild!"
That set Sennet off giggling. "Gods, can you imagine if she got a child off one of them?! I don't know if I'd be his new favorite or a dead man." He giggled more. So did Rodin. What had they been talking about?
Rodin gave him a sly look. "Well, I've heard you don't have to worry about that anyway. Viggo doesn't lay with women in the night, is what I've heard. And Sean used to, but doesn't anymore. It's a bit of a scandal in our circles, actually, to have the two best studs in the pasture mounting each other."
"No," Sennet shook his head. The room spun. "They aren't lovers. The Weapons Master is certain."
"The Weapons Master thought Viggo was a mute, too, as I recall," Rodin retorted.
Sennet shook his head even more emphatically. "NO! Maris used to say they weren't. He would have known, with the room right next to their's."
Sennet tried to remember what they had been talking about.
"Stop distracting me!" he wheezed. "If they don't stop winning soon, that madman is going to kill me, Golden Slaves or no." He gurgled a few residual giggles.
"So retire them!" Rodin said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Can't," Sennet should his head. "They've been winning for two years running. I don't have the kind of cash I would need to pay them off if I retire them." The thought made Sennet sad. But it was true. They had made him very wealthy, and they deserved their portion if they retired, but who ever heard of an arena slave retiring? They never survived more than a year or so, and they died in the ring like good little slaves, and nobody ever had to pay out. Sennet shook his head again.
Rodin was thoughtful.
"Well," he said finally, "Why don't you sell one of them to me."
"Can't," Sennet said. "You know the first thing the madman would do is have them fight each other."
"So, let him. We'll bet on both sides, and win either way," Rodin said easily.
"No!" Sennet said. "You don't understand!" He groped in his alcohol-soaked brain for a way to explain what would happen.
"See, it's like this. I think that if somebody told Viggo he had to fight Sean, he wouldn't fight."
"Perfect!" Rodin replied, "Then we bet on Sean and we really clean up!"
Sennet shook his head so vigorously the room began to spin again.
"No! I mean, he wouldn't fight, as in, he would go out into the arena and lay down his weapon. I think he would rather go to the beasts than face Sean across sword points. And of course, Sean would never just execute Viggo, so he would probably lay down his weapon, too."
"Can you imagine where we would be if the Golden Slaves both went to the beasts? The entire city would hate us. We wouldn't be able to leave the house for weeks for fear of being stoned. Gods, the madman himself might have us sent to the beasts."
Rodin looked thoughtful.
"Well, then, you can't sell one. 'Cause the first thing the madman would do is have them fight each other."
"They can't keep winning," Sennet moaned.
"Well," said Rodin sagely, "Then they have to lose."
"They never lose!" Sennet replied. In his drunken state he couldn't decide whether to be proud or terrified.
"We could be sure they do," Rodin replied.
The look on his face sent a shiver up Sennet's spine.
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Author:
muck_a_luck, posting in brainofckPairing: SB/VM (other pairings in later chapters)
Rating: PG
Summary: Viggo is somewhere else, where everyone and no one is the same
Content/warnings: AU. Violence.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Slash is fiction. So while we may all be demented, slash is basically the author's own
Archive rights: www.rugbytackling.com, Green Opals, if they're interestd, and my journals
muck_a_luck and brainofckFurther Disclaimer: Any resemblance to Ancient Rome mostly incidental. I have never seen any gladiator flick. Ever. Honest. Not even stinky Gladiator that stole FOTR's Oscar. *glares*
Blame:
uisgich, for encouraging meArena
Water and Oil
Flesh and Iron
Night Terrors
First
Opening
Sennet was drunk. Screaming, stinking drunk. And Rodin had gotten him that way. That was why Rodin was his best friend. Sennet loved Rodin.
Who was currently walking next to him, supporting him with an arm around the shoulder as they made their way inside from the terrace. They flopped onto couches and Rodin shoo-ed the servants away. Sennet loved Rodin.
And Sennet had a problem and Rodin was going to help him fix it.
"You know how the Emperor is. He gets bored so easily. The only reason I've lasted this long is because they are so exotic and lovely and gorgeous when they win."
Rodin chuckled at that. Well, more giggled. They had been drinking. A lot.
"I heard," Rodin confided in a mock whisper, "That the Emperor said he was sending his youngest daughter to your barracks to get him a proper grandchild!"
That set Sennet off giggling. "Gods, can you imagine if she got a child off one of them?! I don't know if I'd be his new favorite or a dead man." He giggled more. So did Rodin. What had they been talking about?
Rodin gave him a sly look. "Well, I've heard you don't have to worry about that anyway. Viggo doesn't lay with women in the night, is what I've heard. And Sean used to, but doesn't anymore. It's a bit of a scandal in our circles, actually, to have the two best studs in the pasture mounting each other."
"No," Sennet shook his head. The room spun. "They aren't lovers. The Weapons Master is certain."
"The Weapons Master thought Viggo was a mute, too, as I recall," Rodin retorted.
Sennet shook his head even more emphatically. "NO! Maris used to say they weren't. He would have known, with the room right next to their's."
Sennet tried to remember what they had been talking about.
"Stop distracting me!" he wheezed. "If they don't stop winning soon, that madman is going to kill me, Golden Slaves or no." He gurgled a few residual giggles.
"So retire them!" Rodin said, like it was the most obvious answer in the world.
"Can't," Sennet should his head. "They've been winning for two years running. I don't have the kind of cash I would need to pay them off if I retire them." The thought made Sennet sad. But it was true. They had made him very wealthy, and they deserved their portion if they retired, but who ever heard of an arena slave retiring? They never survived more than a year or so, and they died in the ring like good little slaves, and nobody ever had to pay out. Sennet shook his head again.
Rodin was thoughtful.
"Well," he said finally, "Why don't you sell one of them to me."
"Can't," Sennet said. "You know the first thing the madman would do is have them fight each other."
"So, let him. We'll bet on both sides, and win either way," Rodin said easily.
"No!" Sennet said. "You don't understand!" He groped in his alcohol-soaked brain for a way to explain what would happen.
"See, it's like this. I think that if somebody told Viggo he had to fight Sean, he wouldn't fight."
"Perfect!" Rodin replied, "Then we bet on Sean and we really clean up!"
Sennet shook his head so vigorously the room began to spin again.
"No! I mean, he wouldn't fight, as in, he would go out into the arena and lay down his weapon. I think he would rather go to the beasts than face Sean across sword points. And of course, Sean would never just execute Viggo, so he would probably lay down his weapon, too."
"Can you imagine where we would be if the Golden Slaves both went to the beasts? The entire city would hate us. We wouldn't be able to leave the house for weeks for fear of being stoned. Gods, the madman himself might have us sent to the beasts."
Rodin looked thoughtful.
"Well, then, you can't sell one. 'Cause the first thing the madman would do is have them fight each other."
"They can't keep winning," Sennet moaned.
"Well," said Rodin sagely, "Then they have to lose."
"They never lose!" Sennet replied. In his drunken state he couldn't decide whether to be proud or terrified.
"We could be sure they do," Rodin replied.
The look on his face sent a shiver up Sennet's spine.
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Date: 2005-03-13 03:09 pm (UTC)Fast as I can
Date: 2005-03-13 05:30 pm (UTC)I'm on a roll now, though, and hoping to get through about 10,000 words in the next 48-72 hours. So stay tuned! If I had psychic powers, I could write while commuting and running errands and washing dishes and doing laundry, and this sucker'd be done!
Dark Muse is sort of the same situation. I've got the next two chapters in my head, but RL needs to get the heck out of the way so that I can get it down in electrons!
Re: Fast as I can
Date: 2005-03-13 05:39 pm (UTC)You take your time baby, and enjoy your RL...it's too short...I'll be keeping an eye out for your work...take care and thanks. :)~
P.S. That 'Last' link doesn't work, was it suppose to? ;)~
Re: Fast as I can
Date: 2005-03-13 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-21 06:51 pm (UTC)just imagin that Whoa !!!!!!
Sean on the Bottom
Date: 2005-03-21 06:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-21 12:01 pm (UTC)But I have to second
There's more
Date: 2005-03-21 12:57 pm (UTC)Re: There's more
Date: 2005-03-21 06:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-21 03:35 pm (UTC)*eg*
Date: 2005-03-21 03:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-21 05:37 pm (UTC)That said, the suspense is killing me already. More soon please! *hugs*
What I didn't write
Date: 2005-03-21 05:46 pm (UTC)I offer this time period up to anybody who wants to write fight after fight. I'm looking in your direction,
And "mounting" each other all this time?
Nope. Rodin surmises they have been. Sennet, the Weapons Master, and Maris all agreen that they haven't. Good gracious. I mean, I know I've been stringing you along for the smut, but did you think I was horrible enough to just skip it completely?! :P And patience in the wait for smut *will* be rewarded. Promise.
Re: What I didn't write
Date: 2005-03-22 04:59 pm (UTC)Re: What I didn't write
Date: 2005-03-22 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: What I didn't write
Date: 2005-03-23 05:07 pm (UTC)Re: What I didn't write
Date: 2005-03-23 05:15 pm (UTC)I offer you the services of my black snake...
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Date: 2005-03-22 10:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-26 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-07-21 11:13 pm (UTC)