Gorgon

Like many in Rome, Alucio was quite the fan of the Circus Maximus. He adored horses, had done so from a young age, back in Baetica horses were a main export, and he’d always enjoyed the races. It was satisfying to study a horse, it’s rider and chariot, even better if he knew details about the owner and sire, and from that decide who had the best odds to put his bets on. He wondered who The Boy would put his bet on. Alucio didn't have as keen an eye as his stable boy when it came to the horses; sometimes it seemed the mute boy could listen to the horses minds.

Alucio stood towards the front of the stands, overlooking the tracks, a cup of wine in hand as it so often was these days. Others around him were busy socialising as they awaited the start of races, but Alucio was still new in Rome and he had few, if any of his own acquaintances to even bother looking about for a familiar face. It was coming to seem as though Alucio’s most constant source of human contact was from his own slaves, and he tried n ok t to dwell on that rather depressing thought. He'd spent the last three years on his own, moving around and consumed with nothing but his own mind and his work as a mercenary. Returning to Rome was meant to finally put a stop to that, but it seemed ot was a matter easier said than done.

@Gothic

“You must have been up early.” Alucio commented, gesturing to the clean stable as he opened Adamas’ door, stepping in to assess the horse quickly. He was used to brushing and preparing his own horse every morning, but now with a slave to do it for him he felt slightly out of place and as though his routine had been thrown off. He still brushed Adamas down after every ride, but even then he had the boy in hand to setup the brushes and rags the would need before he arrived back, and store away his saddle and equipment for him.

He took Adamas' reins and led him from the stall. The horse didn't need any further prompting, he was as eager as Alucio was to ride, and he all but pranced as he was lead around. “You’ve settled in well.” Alucio commented, eyeing the boy critically. He was filthy from working with the horses, his tunic splattered with dirt and who knew what else, but the stables themselves were almost spotless. Though Alucio had been hesitant, he was glad to see that purchasing the mute slave boy had been the right choice. 

"Well..." Alucio hesitated, considering how he should word his next question. "Is there anything in particular you need? Any supplies we're low on, tools?" Ordering the households needed supplies was a job intended for the lady of the house, but as Alucio was currently wife-less it seemed the job would fall to his own shoulders. It wasn't much of a bother in any case, he'd been taking care of his own household and finances for the majority of his life. He regarded the boy curiously, if a little skeptically. "Eh, are you able to sufficiently communicate what you need, or..?" He shrugged for a moment, looking to Adamas awkwardly. The horse meerley linked back slowly. "Can you write?"
 

@Chevi

It wouldn't be far from the truth to say that Alucio had been avoiding the Venus. He'd only ever visited the once, and had thoroughly enjoyed the short time he'd had with Phaedo, and so it was without a doubt not a reflection on the whore or the business itself, but on Alucio. He'd been left with a strange and complicated mix of emotions.

Initially, and at the forefront of his mind for at least the rest of the day had been pleasure and satisfaction. He'd visited the Venus to relax and take pleasure in a good fuck after many weeks of travel. In that sense his visit had worked out exactly as he'd intended; Phaedo had been perfect, and far above what he'd expected from a common sex slave. The pure fact that he was intelligent and had an interest in poetry and the arts had both interested and aroused Alucio, and that coupled with his stunning looks and the perfection in how his body had moved in synchronicity with Alucios had catapulted the mercenary into a almost blissful mood of sexual satisfaction and genuine enjoyment of another's company.

The slightest touch of unease had crept further and further into his thoughts however, until that night he'd sat up far later than he would have usually, trying and failing to occupy himself in his office. His thoughts kept going to the sad and resigned look on Phaedo's face as he'd left him, and he began to regret leaving the slave more and more. He knew it was impractical and ridiculous, and for all he knew Phaedo's reaction had been due to the fact that he'd been used by a man that he didn't know or want. Everything about their short time together told him otherwise, and there gentle and sweet nature Phaedo had displayed that night reinforced guys belief that Phaedo had honestly been sad to see him go.

Weeks of stewing over the situation and letting the same thoughts of Phaedo, wanting him and knowing that he was being stupid in wanting him, circle through his mind had slowly but surely worn him down, to the point that it was both resignation and barely suppressed eagerness that he found himself in the Venus once more. Honestly, Alucio wasn't quite sure what he was doing, whether he was simply going to sate his desire to see and touch Phaedo again, or if he was going to go the full, foolish mile.

The Venus itself was much the same as it had been last time, the air scented with incense, beautiful men and women, and their many customers milling about. It took Alucio a few circuits of the lower level before he spotted Phaedo, and when he finally did he found he had to pause and take in the sight of the young man, his chest swelling with attraction and relief. Though Alucio watched him for a long moment, Phaedo did not once glance up, or look around, and Alucio's relief hardened into apprehension. Sadness hung off every angle of the slaves body, and permeated the air around him like heat haze.

Unable to resist any long, Alucio moved forward, taking the seat besides the slave. “Salve, Phaedo.” He murmured, relaxing back on the lounge, doing his best to appear as nonchalant as possible, his legs relaxed out in front of him and his arm moving to rest along the back of the lounge behind Phaedo. “I hope you are well.”

@Gil

An early morning in March, 74 CE

As always, Alucio was up before the sun, eager to begin his day of exercise and training with a morning ride. It had become somewhat of a routine over the past months; a few hours riding one morning, and a hike with a weighted pack the next, the cycle repeated daily. Once or twice a week he'd dedicate an entire day to training with weapons and sparing, with a single day in each week dedicated to rest and relaxation. And throughout that week he would take contracts, hunting runaway slaves, thieves and criminals outside of Rome's walls.

And that morning found Alucio in the stables, dressed in breechers rather than his customary tunic. The boy kept the stables clean, the horses cared for impeccably well. Only a few months prior Alucio had been caring for his stallion Adamas on his own, a good portion of every morning and every evening dedicated to the horses care. Despite that, Alucio had never seen his dapple coat shine as brilliantly silver as it did under the care of the slave boy. If he hadn't believed the slave monger when he'd bought him, he certainly did now; the boy had a special touch.

The horses noticed him first, Adamas turning to peer at him over his stall door, and the two female andalusians appearing from their own individual stalls a moment later. Alucio greeted Adamas with a much appreciated scratch, and leaned over the stall, humming in approval to see it well stocked with water and barely, the floor lain with clean hay. “Boy!” He called out, peering around in search of the slave boy. “Come on, I haven't got all morning!”

@Chevi

Alucio met Titus without hesitation, returning the hug full force and with no shortage of back slapping. Alucio glanced around, catching sight of his new kitchen slave as he pulled back from the embrace. “Go fetch us two cups of wine!” He called over to her. “We need to celebrate!”

“Time moves quickly, doesn't it!” Alucio laughed, looking Titus up and down. He was taller than Alucio by a hair, but just as broad at the shoulders, and just as scarred. “Neighbours, huh? Gods, you have no idea what a relief I'll be to have a familiar face around.”

Alucio sobered some as the conversation turned to his current status. “Uh, retired. No, not quite. I was honourably discharged, my Tibunus put me forward for the full honours, so they saddled me with this villa.” Alucio shrugged, eager to turn the conversation to something else. It wasn't a topic he particularly enjoyed speaking about.

“What are you doing with yourself these days!? I trust your families well.” He asked instead, turning slightly as the slave woman approached, two cups set upon a tray. Alucio took his and handed Titus one himself, holding his cup aloft to cheers him.

@Gil

Alucio found he couldn't quite look at Phaedo as he spoke, he looked down, his gaze falling to the floor between his feet. He felt yet another pang of sympathy for the young man. To come from a good master, to eventually finding himself in such a place, being mistreated at the hands of so many, no doubt many much worse than Alucio. The thought made the man clench his jaw. It was wrong in so many, but what was he meant to say? What had happened in the past couldn't be changed by soft words, and those words werent about to make Phaedo's life any easier either. He wasn't the comforting type, and it certainly did not come easy to him.

“Here” He said gruffly, pulling a few silver denarii from his coin purse. “I’ll give the domina your fee on my way out.” He said, standing and smoothing out his tunic. Only then did he turn to gaze down at Phaedo, his expression impassive as he took him in one last time. He looked small and meak, sitting as he was, returning Alucio's gaze with his sad green eyes. "Be safe then." Alucio grunted, turning to leave without another word, his thoughts more conflicted than he'd have prefered after a visit to a whore house.

@Gil

Alucio had to take a moment, still tangled with Phaedo, his breaths gradually slowing to normal. He felt soft and pleasant, his mind still foggy with afterglow as he dropped his face into the crook of Phaedo’s shoulder and neck. A soft chuckle escaped him as he slid his palms down the slaves sides fondly, cooling sweat slick under his hands. “Gods.” He shook his head, doing his best to pull himself back together. As much as he would’ve liked to relax down with Phaedo, perhaps even take a nice little post-sex nap, it was hardly the appropriate thing to do in a whore house. He pushed himself up instead, rolling off and sitting to the side so that his body no longer caged Phaedo's smaller one in.

Again, he was struck by how stunning Phaedo was, as he took a moment to allow his gaze to roam over the smooth, pale skin of the younger man. “How did someone like you even come to be here?” He wondered aloud, shaking his head as he reached to pull over his tunic, slipping it over his head before turning to pin Phaedo with a curious stare. “I've never met a whore that could recite an entire poem, line for line without mistake.” And if he was reciting perfectly from memory, Alucio didn't doubt that he could also read, which meant he'd likely had some sort of formal training, a rarity for a freedman, let alone a slave. He didn't mention that he thought Phaedo's looks were far above what was often on show in such a place.

@Gil

@Gothic Ohh, yeah he'd probably end up both being irritated by, but also kind of liking her. Alucio tends to have quite the soft spot for strange people and I can imagine him being kinda patient but also sarcastic with her.

Alucio spends the majority of his time working outside of Rome, and when in Rome he'd probably be found around Podium Praeconis, as i imagine he'd be able to pick up jobs there, or perhaps at the Castrum Cohortes Vigiles,  and he would also visit Taberna Bacchus' Cup and Circus Maximus quite often as well, though more for his own enjoyment.

Slaves

The Stable Boy - 14-16ish - FC: Aidan Gallagher (negotiable)- The first of the slaves bought by Alucio, purchased almost as soon as Alucio had arrived in Rome. He is mute, having had his tongue cut out at some point before Alucio had found him. Regardless, he is gifted with horses, and very passionate about their care and wellbeing, and Alucio value's him greatly for this alone, as Alucio himself is very fond of horses. I haven't included him in any threads yet, but I imagine him to be quite a brooding, stubborn boy, though clearly made wary from the horrible things he'd experienced before Alucio. Al himself knows next to nothing about him, and they've yet to figure out a way to communicate, so Al just calls him 'Boy' for now.

The Cook - 40-50 - FC: Any. - The mother hen of the slaves. She can be strict, bossy and mean, but she does it out of a need to keep everyone in line and safe in the household. She's seen a lot, and knows a good gig when she see's one, so she want's to keep herself and all the other slaves on Alucio's good side. I can see her growing to become very loyal and protective of Alucio.

The House Girl - 18-25 - FC: Kennedy Newton - Just a general house slave, and Alucio's most recent purchase. She has been NPC'd in my first post in this thread, which gives a good idea of some of her personality. She's kind and gentle, really just a sweet girl. I can see Cook being particularily strict with her, but also incredibly protective, and Stable Boy may even develop a bit of a crush. All round, she's the heart of the household. 

The Groundsman - 30-35 - FC: A younger Rory McCann (negotiable) - The only one of the slaves that is not yet a part of the household. He will be in charge of the grounds, gardens and any dogs Alucio may (will most likely) buy, as well as acting as villa security. I havent exactly decided what will be happening with him, but I'm thinking that he was a house slave from Alucios family villa in Beatica, and that the two grew up together as boys. Since Al has settled in Rome, his father will send this slave down as a gift. If this is the storyline I go with, I would think that he and Al are very close friends, and kindred spirits in a way.

Family

(TBC)

Older Brother - 35-37 - Any -

Younger Sister - 27-30 - Any -

Youngest Sister - 19-25 -  Any -

Alucio was shut away in his study, the large desk a mess of books and scraps of paper, and the floor around him cluttered with belongings in need of sorting and storing away. He'd left organising the study to last, unwilling to leave the job to any of his new slaves, lest his precious notes and books he'd collected from across the empire over the previous years be lost or damaged.

During his time in the army he'd made a habit of writing on any scrap of paper he could get his hands on. The dirty, torn pieces were scrawled with notes about battles, or interesting information about the world around him, the lead smeared and barely legible in places. Lately, his spare time had mostly been dedicated to rewriting such pieces, recording each one in order onto crisp new pages, so that he could eventually bind them together into his own private little library. His brow furrowed, Alucio's hand moved quickly as he took down each sentence, pausing every now and again to blink in confusion at smeared and splotchy words.

His concentration was interrupted by a faint knock at the study door. Hardly raising his eyes from the papers before him, he called out permission to enter, only darting his gaze up briefly to take in the slave girl that stepped in. “Dominus, a man is here to see you.” She spoke softly, her face tilted to the floor and her eyes averted. She was a pretty little thing, her skin a warm, rich brown, with unusual stark white patches, one at the inner corner of her eye, and the other at her chin. Alucio had never seen birthmarks of the sort, but he was hardly the type to care, and since her slaver had considered the marks to be a flaw he’d been happy to take the otherwise young, fit and healthy slave for a cheaper price. She was well behaved too, quiet and eager to learn, and not one to cause friction amongst the few other slaves he owned.

“I'm not home.” He grunted back, barely looking up from the scrap of paper he was working on. For a moment the young woman was silent, just the faint sound of rustling to be heard before Alucio finally looked up, pinning her with a questioning stare. “I-- I already told him you were here, Dominus.” She whispered, eyes wide, her hands twisting into her tunic nervously. Her apparent fear didn’t surprise Alucio, after all, who knew what she’d been subjected to before he’d bought her, and who knew what punishment she expected from him for such a minor mistake, if one could even call it that.

Alucio sighed, slipping the paper he’d been working on under the ink pot. “Alright. Don’t let anyone touch my papers.” He replied simply, his tone carefully neutral and expression calm, smoothing out his tunic as he stood and passed the girl on the way to the door. For all the world he felt like he was dealing with a timid horse, but she seemed to respond well to it, as she nodded earnestly and followed him out, shutting the study door behind her and standing in front of it as though she intended to personally guard the room.

The villa was mostly bare and devoid of decoration, giving a clear indication of the lack of time or care he’d put into making it a proper Roman home. The place barely looked lived in, with the office and the small room he'd used to store his weapons the only rooms that truly showed sign of life. He'd overheard his new cook muttering about how her new master desperately needed a wife and a woman's touch around his home, and as much as he disliked the thought, he couldn't help but agree. He had absolutely no interest in organising and running a household.

His thoughts on the matter drew short as he entered into the vestibule, his carefully maintained blank expression and stiff demeanor dissolving almost instantly as he saw who it was that had come to visit. “Titus!” He exclaimed, both shocked and overjoyed to see his old friend. He rushed forward to great the other man, a broad, genuine smile spreading across his face. “How long has it been!? What are you doing here?”

@Gil

@Gothic

For Gaia, I can definitley see her and Alucio meeting at some sort of snooty social event that Al would no doubt hate, and he'd be extra irritable in that case, so extra easy for Gaia to drive him nuts. Though I am super curious about what it is about her that you think would  rub him up the wrong way so badly?

The idea for Gaius I really like. Alucio has a lot of surpressed trauma and straight up PTSD, and he does his absolute best not to talk or think about his time in the army, so naturally I want to force him to. However with that said, he'd never willingly volunteer his story, so we'd have to figure out some type of work around there. 

Can't wait for either (or both, who am I kidding) of these!

@Gil

Phalucio is sooo close to being straight up 'phallic' and I love how relevant that is. I'm writing my reply for our Tit thread literally right now.

Now that he no longer had to concentrate on maintaining his footing and grip on the slave, he took the opportunity to drink in Phaedo beneath him, and to fully admire the stunning young man that he was. His skin was perfectly smooth and pale, and Alucio showed his admiration by licking a stripe from the slaves nipple to his throat, pausing to suck another mark into the skin, for all who came after him to see.

The thought stung at him, and Alucio pushed it away. Phaedo was a whore after all, and it should have been no concern of his what happened to him after he left. Still, he couldn't quite shake the thought that Phaedo was too good to be wasted on a place like this, that the young slave didnt belong here. It was like seeing a brilliant stallion pull a plow.

He nipped at the other man's lips, a touch rougher than he'd intended, but unable to help himself as his began to work himself further and further towards completion. He took Phaedo's mouth in another kiss, his hand fisting in his short, dark hair as his hips snapped faster, grunting breaths escaping him with each thrust.

“Shit.” He grunted, his voice low and throaty, his grip on Phaedo matching the quick pace of his hips. “I'm close.” He groaned, planting his spare hand beside Phaedo's hand and leaning into it, using the stability of it to drive himself forward with even more force, rocking the both of them. He slowed as he came, the space between each thrust increasing as he followed the flow of his orgasm to completion.

@Gil

Alucio wasted no time once Phaedo had wrapped his legs around his back, one of his big hands leaving his pert ass to slid up his thigh, gripping tightly as he pressed himself to Phaedo's entrance, flexing his hips upward with a grunt, thrusting up and into Phaedo's welcoming body in one easy motion. He let loose a low groan as he slid in, Phaedo's body tight and the spit slicking his cock just enough to smooth the way. Alucio paused a moment, giving both the slave and himself a moment to adjust, his hips stilling, pressed tight against Phaedo as he traced distracted kisses along the top of his pecs and collar bone.

When Alucio finally began to move once more it was at a slow rhythm at first, rocking up into Phaedos body in a steady motion as he found a pace and angle that worked best. A sigh of satisfaction escaped him as he chased his pleasure, his hands firm where they gripped Phaedo, forgetting in the moment to temper himself and gentle his grip.

Alucio’s back was quickly feeling the strain of holding up a grown man and fucking into him at the same time, and so he moved his hands back to Phaedo's ass and thigh, pulling his legs tightly around his waist before picking him up from against the wall with a grunt. He turned, his movements somewhat awkward and limited given the situation, and managed to lower them both to the small bed tucked against the wall. Alucio pushed his hand down between their bodies to grip Phaedo's cock, stroking him in time with each thrust.

@Gil

welcome back to the gorgonzola show, lets just jump into it

Alucio Valens Lurio

33 | Mercenary | Bisexual | Equite | Hottie

He hails from Baetica, and is the son of a Roman aristocrat and a Baetican woman of good standing. He has spent that majority of his life as a member of the Roman army, even rising to the centurion at the age of 26, no easy feat. He was honourably discharged in 70AD due to the physical and mental trauma he had gained after some particularly brutal years in Germania, and so he has now settled in the Roman villa that he was gifted in recognition of his service, and works as a mercenary. 

Friends;

Despite what first impressions he may give as a rough and gruff grump of a man, Alucio is actually quite the decent, honorable man. He enjoys reading and studying tactics and warfare, as well as practicing and training with a multitude of weapons. He's a fan of hunting as well, and will take any given opportunity to take out his horse for a long day on the hunt. I'm sure he could make connections and even friends with almost anyone under the right circumstances, but he is most likely to gravitate towards other soldiers and mercenaries, and other's who hold similar values. 

Family;

Alucio has three siblings; An elder brother and two younger sisters. While Alucio joined the army, his siblings went their seperate ways, with his elder brother (37) taking over as head of the family, and his two sisters (24 and 18) starting their own families. I would love for these NPC's to be made into PC's, especially Al's sisters, who are arguably his favourite of all his relations. Alucio also has uncle and cousins living in Rome, and honestly these connections could be made of already established characters.

Romance;

Men; Alucio has always been partial to male company, and since his early twenties he's been easily won over by any handsome young thing that turns their attention on him. At the moment he has an eye for a young male whore, but his attention is easily caught by the right young man. I'm open to anything here, whether it be peers, his betters or even slaves, and the type of relationship is pretty open as well, flings or serious, i'll consider anything  

Women; Al's looking to find himself a wife, not that he particularly wants to.  His family is decently influential, though more in Baetica than in Rome itself (he more than likely has some uncles or cousins in the senate though), so he'd be an attractive option to some of the smaller, or up-and-coming families. Alucio himself is a pretty decent guy, and any wife of his would be treated well, with perhaps more than the usual freedom and control of the household than others, though that is more due to his disinterest in being a married man and pater familias. Alucio is a pretty soft guy once he gets close to someone, and he is incredibly easily influenced by a pretty face; which is both a blessing and a curse for his wife, seeing as he's currently smitten with a male sex slave.

For the lady in question I don't have many specific preferences. Somewhere between 19-27ish would be nice, and her appearance and personality would be totally up to you. She would have to be a full Roman citizen, and come from a family with either a political or influential merchant background (gotta get those familial connections, ya feel). Other than that, I'm pretty flexible in general, so I can work with anything.

If anything in particular that I've written above won't work for you, let me know and we can talk it out; I'm much more concerned with finding someone that I mesh with and can write with long term than I am concerned about little details 

Reply here, PM me or hit me up on discord Gorgon#7157

he so hawt

ALUCIO VALENS LURIO.

33 | 3rd of January 40AD | Equite | Mercenary | Bisexual | Original | Edgar Ramirez

Personality.

Alucio can be quite the gruff, quiet man. The majority of the time he keeps his thoughts and opinions to himself, and to some he can come across as dull and dumb, however this is far from the truth, as he is an intelligent and well-read man. As a child Alucio adored reading and learning, amassing quite the impressive library at his family’s villa with the help and guidance of his tutor. 

Upon entering the army this passion was required to fall to the wayside, 30kg of weaponry and tools left little room for books, and so Alucio satisfied himself by reading whatever books were available to him in his spare time, doing his best to read them quickly but thoroughly enough that the words sunk in and stuck. During this time his interests turned away from philosophy, politics and sciences and towards warfare; tactics and strategies and historic battles committed to memory and utilised in his own directions and actions as a soldier. 

Since his discharge Alucio has been able to indulge this passion to his heart’s content, and has begun collection books again. However as he has until now been constantly travelling he has had to keep his collection small. Instead of amassing whatever books he pleased to, he instead took to copying down paragraphs and notes that he found interesting or important to remember, the sheets of paper kept together in his own makeshift binding, the names of the authors and titles of the books written in clear lettering so that he may attempt to hunt them down later.

Another of Alucio's greatest passions is combat and weaponry. Born of equal parts interest and necessity, Alucio has become somewhat of a collector of weapons over the years; training in various weapons, especially those used by his enemies. After a battle when Alucio and other soldiers would pick their own fallen from the field, the young centurion would collect weapons that he'd not yet seen or used, dedicating his own personal time to familiarising and training himself with them. This habit has caused him to amass quite the collection, to the point that he was required to purchase his own personal donkey and wagon to store his belongings, as he could no longer carry them on his horse alone.

Alucio is a very passionate man, with a fiery temper to match. Generally Alucio is able to control this, careful to measure his reactions and emotions and prevent himself from doing or saying anything stupid that he may come to regret. However, there have been a few notable occasions where his temper has gotten away from him, all of which included either his family or loved one's lives being threatened. While he doesn't carry as much concern for himself, he is fiercely defensive of those he deems important, and the slightest of threats are always brought to a quick and thorough halt, no matter the cost.

Appearance

Alucio is built broad and tall. Just as Baetica is prized for its powerful and resilient horses, so too is it prized for its warriors, and Alucio is no exception. His hair is thick, black, and curls around his ears; dark stubble covers his jaw, rarely allowed to grow past a short beard. He has his mother’s hazel eyes, set under thick, heavy set brows. His skin is naturally a dark tan, marred with scars across his back, chest and arms. His hands are calloused and scarred, rough and worn from a lifetime of handling reins and weapons. He wears darkly coloured tunics day to day, adding breeches, armour and whatever weapons he deems necessary when working. 

Family

Father: Aulus Valens Lurio

Mother: Mencia Valerius

Siblings: Alucio has three siblings; An elder brother and two younger sisters.

Spouse: None.

Children: None.

Extended family: Various distant relations that he has not seen in at least a decade.

Other: Now in Rome, ALucio has reconnected with his old friend and fellow centurion Mehris, a Syrian born soldier that is now serving his final five years as a reserve in Rome.

History

CHILDHOOD [40-57AD]:
Alucio's parents were paired for the good it would bring to their region, his father hailing from a long line of Roman aristocrats, and his mother from an ancient tribe of natives, revered for generations by the tribesmen that had inhabited Baetica, long before any Roman had set foot on its soil. Alucio is second of five children, and until the age of 17 he spent his time in his small home town, attending classes with his Greek tutor and his Roman weapons master. At 17 he enlisted with the Roman infantry, leaving his family and his hometown for training, and later, campaign life.

TEENAGE TO EARLY ADULT [58-69AD]:
Alucio was initially trained as a cavalry man, as he was already familiar with horses, and quite skilled at riding them. He was trained with the javelin and the spear, and in battle he showed a great aptitude for predicting the enemy, as well as encouraging and leading his peers in trying situations. It was these natural born skills that caught the attention of his centurion at the time, and at the age of 26 he was put forward as his replacement, becoming his legions newest centurion, as well as one of the youngest the men had ever served under. Expectations for him were great, but Alucio was a natural soldier and a natural leader, falling into his new role easily, and winning the loyalty and trust of his men after a small succession of successful battles.

ADULTHOOD [70-73AD]:
70 AD saw the most tumultuous year of Alucio’s life, as his legion was involved in multiple battles across Germania, a year that has both positively and negatively shaped Alucio's life henceforth. He was recognised for his exemplary service at the time - which in truth amounted to little more than slaughtering and enslaving hundreds of Germans and burning village's, memories of which still haunt his everyday - with an honourable discharge with full honours, including a small villa and plot of land granted to him in the farming lands outside of Rome proper. A large part of his discharge was due to the influence of his tibunus laticlavius, who had taken note of the impact the siege had taken on Alucio's physical and mental health, and so he pushed for the centurion’s honourable discharge, rather than see another of his men lost to the horrors of war. It has taken Alucio three years of travel and odd jobs to come to terms with the need to re-enter proper society once more, and so he has finally returned to his new Roman home, attempting to now find a place for himself outside of the army.

Now, Alucio is ready to settle down in his small villa, and live a quiet life, safe in Rome.

GORGON | AEST | GORGON#7157

Alucio nodded earnestly, his smile turning soft and sincere as he thought back to his childhood home. “It really is a stunning place, nothing at all like Rome, which I suppose is both a pro and a con.” Alucio swireled the wine in his cup, looking down at it as his thoughts were drawn away from the beautiful woman in front of him, and to his family, hundreds of mile away. “But Rome is my home now, as much as I’d like to return to Baetica one day, it won’t be for a long time yet.”

He frowned as Oriana mentioned her father and husband, making a sympathetic noise. “Ah, i'm sorry to hear about your father, I hope he returns to good health soon.” Alucio returned, his tone serious, though he notably didn't mention the woman's husband. She didn't seem particularly bothered talking about his death, and to hear that she was unmarried was only a good sign for Alucio. 

“No wife for me,” He grinned, shrugging lightheartedly. “I spent many years in Germania with the army, so I had little time to find myself a suitable wife. I've left that part of my life until now.” He took another generous sip of wine, savoring the burst of pleasantly bitter flavour. “I have to say though, waiting so long has only put more pressure on me; family, society, even my own conscience,” He laughed, shrugging it seems a man can only cope on his own for so long without a woman to guide him. “Which I suppose is a large part of what has me here tonight, I need to meet those I now call neighbours.”

It had been quite a while since Alucio had been afforded the time or freedom to attend something as frivolous as a social gathering such as the one he found himself at that evening, and to his surprise he found himself quite enjoying the moment of easy, relaxed enjoyment, brought on by good food and free flowing wine. He even found himself entertaining the thought of one day hosting his own gatherings at Villa Amnis, however distant in the future that would be. 

The day before he'd spent the entire evening on his hands and knees in the atrium, pulling grass shoots from the mosaic and scooping frog spawn from the impluvium, the water green and murky, in dire need of draining and a good scrub. It was his own fault, having left the villa entirely untouched for the majority of three years, with not even a single slave to tend to it. He'd set about fixing his mistake and the damage it had wrought to the once idyllic property, and had even purchased a few slaves, starting the process of building himself a proper household.

Out in society however, he did his best to portray the image of the perfect Roman military man, his clothing impeccably kept and in the traditional deep red, with his medals and decorations for bravery and service displayed proudly, shown by the bronze torque that sat at the base of his neck, and the three silver armillae bracelets stacked on his left wrist. His oak leaf corona was the only decoration missing, as it was the most fragile and certainly the most dear to him, and so he kept it locked away in his study, the first room to be fully repaired in his villa.

Alucio’s preoccupied thoughts were soon interrupted, and steered well away from the villa when a gorgeous young woman had appeared at his side. His mood brightened almost immediately, and Alucio turned to greet her with a smile and a respectful dip of his head. “A pleasure to meet you, Oriana.” He returned, his tone relaxed and curious. “You must be quite familiar with the social class, or perhaps you have a keen eye for faces. My name is Alucio Valens Lurio.” A slave paused by them with a hug of wine, and Alucio held out his cup to be refilled, his bracelets clinking together gently, then taking a slow sip before he continued to speak. “My family is based in Baetica, but I will be spending the foreseeable future here in Rome.” He replied finally, sweeping his gaze over the young woman and then around the room, doing his best to catch sight of any jealousy husbands or lovers she may have had lingering around. “What about yourself? You look quite at ease here, do you come to socials with your husband, or family?”

Alucio didn’t bother to quiet his noises or arousal and approval as Phaedo eagerly returned his kiss, his lean, strong arms wrapping around Alucio’s broad shoulders. He allowed the slave his own autonomy as their mouths and bodies pressed and moved together, allowing each kiss or bite, each role of the hips to flow seamlessly into the next, naturally finding a pace with the other man. An impassioned growl escaped him as Phaedo shifted in his arms, the other hands hard cock pressing into his hip, and he pulled the younger man even closer, rolling their hips together and returning to the kiss with impossibly more passion than before.

Phaedo’s lips skimmed across his throat, tracing a heady path downward, pausing for a moment to tease at a nipple before he finally descended to his knees. “Gods,” he growled, a large hand falling to the back of Phaedo’s head, slipping his fingers into the thick, soft locks of his hair as his mouth went to work. He furrowed his brow in concentration, holding his hips still as Phaedo bobbed, not wanting to throw off the younger man’s rhythm and potentially gag him. For a moment he considered taking control, and after all, he'd wager Phaedo would be able to handle it, it was practically written into his job description after all. Instead, he did his best to relax his muscles, his hands relaxing from their tight hold of Phaedo’s hair, one moving to cup his jaw, and the other settling at the nap of his neck, the weight of his hand light, merely guiding the slave’s pace rather than controlling it. However it didn’t take long before Phaedo’s impressively skilled tongue was coaxing Alucio apart at the seams.

Alucio blew out a short, pent up breath, using his hand at the back of Phaedo's neck to signal him to slow. “Hold on darling,” He growled, chest rising and falling quickly with the effort of resisting his building urge to cum. His brows were heavy over his eyes as he attempted pulled himself back into line, reaching down to tug at the shoulder of Phaedo’s tunic, pulling him back to his feet. Another kiss, though shorter this time, and hardly as intense as before, Alucio using it as an opportunity to regain his senses, before he stepped forward and pressed Phaedo back until the younger man’s back was pressed against the wall of the tiny room. 

Reaching down, Alucio slid his hands up the backs of the other man’s thighs, admiring the firm, smooth muscle that he found. Once again Alucio marvelled at the sight the slave created. If he wanted pampered, supple skin and a tiny, skinny frame, he’d be taking a female slave to bed. Instead, he craved the firm muscle and sharp edges offered by another man, and Phaedo was the perfect, stunning example. He slid his rough hands upward, cupping the other man’s ass with a greedy squeeze, and pressed himself forward, between Phaedo’s legs, their cocks pushing together where he’d rucked up his tunic. His breath returning even, Alucio pressed a sucking kiss against Phaedo’s collarbone, admiring the mark he left before his rested his forehead against the slaves, making it harder than ever to evade his gaze. “Let me fuck you, right here, against the wall.” He paused, eye’s intent upon the others face, searching for any sign either of reluctance or eagerness before he would make another move. “Do you need oil?”

Phaedo

Alucio growled, deep and low, at the flick of Phaedo's tongue at the corner of his jaw and his hands squeezed, one sliding up to the small of his back so he could keep the slave seated at the perfect angle, rolling his hips up to grind into him. “Come on then, sweetheart.” Alucio said with a slow, pleased smile. It had been quite some time since Alucio had touched and been touched by such an attractive young man, and while he usually fancied himself far more cool headed and relaxed, he could feel some of his composure slip now, with Phaedo bared to him and pressed in close. For the first time in a long time he was starting to feel like his old self, and less like the mentally and physically scarred brute that Germania had left him. He lifted the slave off of himself and stood, maintaining an arm around his waist as he made his way over to the set of stairs at the back of the room. “Lead the way, Phaedo.” He murmured directly into the pleasure slave’s ear, his lips brushing gently against his skin with each word.

Alucio could hardly keep his hands from the slave on the way up the stairs and down the narrow, dark hall. His hand settled on Phaedo's hip as he walked close behind him, occasionally slipping further around his lean stomach and tugging him back into him, so that he could suck a mark into his neck, of slip his hand under his tunic and up his smooth thigh. He was greedy with his touches, barely able to take his hands off of the younger man for more than a few moments, and so their progress down the hall way was slowed. Finally however, they reached the slaves room, and Alucio hustled him inside eagerly, allowing the curtain to fall back, covering the entrance behind them. The room itself did give him pause however. It was tiny, hardly more than a cell, with cold, plain floors and walls devoid of even the narrowest of windows. The only light was emitted from an oil lamp burning in the corner.

Alucio took in the sad scene with a long, quiet look, a sense of pity coming over him at the sight. There were few that deserved such a woeful space, and Phaedo was certainly not one of them. From his beauty and sweet manner alone, Alucio would have assumed he'd have been a top earner of the whore house, and entitled to a nicer room. But Alucio pushed the matter to the back of his mind, ignoring the thread of discomfort he felt at the reminder that Phaedo was indeed a slave, and as such he was treated like little more than a possession. He pulled his attention back to Phaedo, his hands finally grasping the bottom of his own tunic and pulling it over his head in a quick movement before he was pressing in close again. Phaedo was only a little shorter than himself, and the proximity to those stunning, plush lips took hold of Alucio, the bounty hunter unable to help himself as he dipped his head down for a kiss, his rough hands pulling Phaedo against him as he slipped his tongue into his mouth.

Phaedo

A body slave, that made sense. Really if Alucio had been asked to guess it would have been his first thought. Really though, there wasn’t much of a difference between a body slave and a whore in Alucio’s experience, but he supposed all slave owners were different, and required different uses of their slaves. He didn’t push the subject, or pressure the slave with any further questioning; the last he wanted was to stress out the whore that would soon be handling his cock. "A body slave, huh? Your master was a fool to give you up." He muttered instead, before letting the subject drop all together.

Phaedo didn't meet his eyes as he spoke, in fact Alucio was certain that the slave hardly knew what he looked like if he was to judge from just how infrequently the younger man had allowed his gaze to wander. For a moment Alucio considered telling the boy to look him in the eye when he spoke to him; he didn't like not seeing the faces of those he spoke with, especially when he was so closely pressed against them. It made him uneasy, as though it was harder to tell the others emotions, or the intention that may shadow their words. He schooled himself however, and reminded himself that this wasn’t his slave, and Phaedo had likely been taught specifically to avert his eyes, as some sign of respect. Alucio never could understand that strange desire; to him it made very little sense.

As if sensing his line of thought, the other man's gaze met his own, and Alucio quirked a smile at him, lopsided and rather rough around the edges, before the slave quickly averted his eyes, dropping them back to the floor as he introduced himself. Phaedo… The name rang a bell, perhaps a half remembered lesson long ago. Alucio raked his memory, but for the life of him failed to come up with the information he sought. He was distracted from the irritating sensation of just missing a piece of information when Phaedo's hand slipped onto his thigh, his long fingers playing at the hem of Alucio’s tunica.

Alucio grinned, pleased by the favourable progression. He wouldn't be surprised if the slave was well and truly tired of the bounty hunter attempting to yap his ear off, and was doing his best to get their encounter over and done with as quickly as possible. Alucio drained his cup of the last of the wine and bent swiftly, setting it down on the floor beside him. In a quick, easy motion he twisted, one hand going to Phaedo's waist and the other gripping under his knee as he half lifted, half dragged the slave over so that he was straddling Alucio’s muscled, scarred thighs. He grinned up at the slave, his hands slipping under his simple tunic without any hesitation, rough palms settling on his ass and giving a playful squeeze.

"Do you have any rules or requests I should know before I get too carried away?" He murmured, twisting his neck so that he could scrape his stubbly chin against Phaedo's collarbone playfully, before bowing his head to press a biting kiss to the spot.

Phaedo

Alucio studied the slave closely as he made his way over, a pleased smile spreading across his features, that he hid behind a sip from his cup. Alucio wasn't particularly interested in poets, though he did appreciate the odd retelling of battles in poetry, though even then the dramatisations could make him role his eyes. He was far more interested in the usefulness of plain and unimaginative recountings of history. Alucios eyebrows twitched up as the slave addressed him, unused too the title of dominus after a decade of simply being referred to as ‘soldier’ or ‘centurion’, but he supposed it was the norm in such a place, and he schooled his features back to an impassive, if thoughtful expression.

Alucio hummed as he took in the handsome young whore while the young man's eyes were averted. Alucio could never deny that he had a soft spot for the vulnerable and downtrodden, especially when they were as attractive as the slave in front of him, and so when he spoke his voice was soft and low, pitched only for the others ears. ”Sit. Keep me company for a while.” He indicated the spot next to him on the lounge, eyeing the other man curiously. ”That was an impressive display for a pleasure whore. Have you always been one?” Alucio wondered aloud, eyeing the slave curiously. He sipped his wine, taking in the trim and lean body beside him before reaching out to tug the whore closer, draping an arm around his shoulders and smiling. “What's your name?”

Phaedo

Only a day in Rome and Alucio was already beginning to feel the stifling confinement of city life.
Too many, too busy, too much. His temples throbbed, and he found that he was exhausted not so much from any physical exertion like he was familiar with, but more so from the overly stimulating scenes of busy streets, and market places full of colours and yelling voices. It had made Alucio eager to get what he needed done and over with so that he could find somewhere quiet to relax.

First, he made arrangements for his stallion, Nyxos, while he went about the town. The stable boy was tipped for his efforts, and Alucio promised him more to come in an attempt to keep his armour and weapons from going “missing”. After the stables, the baths had been his next stop, and truthfully his most anticipated. He’d been on the road for far longer than he cared to think about, and he could no longer recall his last proper bath. Washing in streams and rivers was better than nothing, but the hot, steaming waters and scented oils of the baths was beyond compare.

Fresh and clean, Alucio moved to his final errand of the evening; to find himself some relaxation and pleasure. The Domus Venus was a nice establishment, far nicer than the whore houses he was familiar with. He was greeted at the door, a cup of wine brought straight to him at his request, a lead to a comfortable entertainment area, deeply cushioned lounges set out with a mix of slaves and patrons milling about. Alucio found a space for himself and leant back against the cushions, a tense sigh escaping him as he all but forced his tense muscles to relax.

Alucio cast his gaze about, taking in all the options afforded to him; men and women of all stature and skin colour, all beautiful and appealing. One was even reciting poetry on the other side of the room, seemingly from memory, as Alucio failed to find any sign of parchment or a book open in front of the young man. The bounty hunter sipped slowly from his wine as he listened and watched, impressed by the ease that the slave showed as he flowed from one verse to another. He was handsome too, smooth, pale skin and supple lips, his body lithe but strong from what Alucio could tell. Intrigued, Alucio caught the younger man's eyes, raised a hand, and beckoned him over.

Phaedo