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Brutus locked eyes with Caesar. Caesar hissed. "Don't you dare call me your lord, Cassius." He shifted his glance to Brutus. "Don't make me test you, either, Brutus—or you are off the Senate as well." Brutus growled at Caesar, grabbed Cassius by the hand, and dragged him away before he snapped Caesars neck. "I will murder him. Just you watch." He muttered to Cassius. "I won't let him survive."
Cassius growled and walked with Brutus, he kept his head down as memories flooded his head. He was silent all the way home, not talking to Brutus as he felt as if he'd done something wrong
Once they walked into the door of Cassius’ home, Brutus spoke. “What is wrong, my dear Cassius?” He used a softer tone to not spook the man. “Is everything alright? You seem sad. I don’t want you to be sad.” He ruffled Cassius’ hair and gave him a small kiss. “Why don’t we go put the bread away.”
" a.. alright" he spoke softly and walked to the kitchen.
He started to put the groceries away and plan out supper. His favorite thing to do. He needed to get his mind off of Caesar
Brutus followed Cassius to the kitchen like a puppy. He grabbed the man by the shoulders and turned him to face Brutus. “What’s wrong, Cass? You’re acting strange.” He could help but think this was all Caesar’s doing. He hugged dear Cassius. "Don't worry about that fool."
" Brutus dear, it's nothing.." he said and nestled into Brutus's arms. These memories were making his head pound and crying was becoming more and more harder to ignore. " I'm sorry.." he apologies
Brutus rolled his eyes. "There is something wrong. I can tell." He attempted to pick Cassius up, but that failed. "You don't have to apologize. You did nothing wrong, Cass. I don't even know what you would apologize for." He gave Cassius a kiss on the cheek. "You're with me now."
" because I am the one causing this.." he whined, Cassius did help Brutus lift him up, wrapping his legs around the man's waist and arms around his neck
Brutus clung onto Cassius, not letting him fall. "No. No, you are not. No one is causing this, Cass. Caesar is just a dictator at that. Dictators destroy their kingdoms." He kissed Cassius. "Who cares what Caesar says or thinks. At least we have each other, right?" He held Cassius close. Brutus had the urge to press him against the wall and kiss him all over, but he swallowed that urge, betrayed by his own face.
Cassius held onto Brutus, tucking his head into the man's neck " I'm scared Brutus. What if this ends in war? What if I lose you.." he said heavily as he'd started to cry
Brutus gently held Cassius. “Don’t be scared Cass. It’s not going to end in war, and even if it does, you’re not going to loose me.” He kissed Cassius on the nose. “Don’t worry your pretty little head.” He sat Cass down on a counter in the kitchen.
Cassius looked up to Brutus " what are we going to do, Caesars everywhere " he asked as he looked at messala who was coming for a drink
Brutus cupped Cassius’ face. “That’s why we’re going to…” He paused, looking at Messala. “Murder him.” He whispered. “We can ignore him for now. He’s not important in our life.” He cradled Cassius head. “Don’t worry about him. If he bothers you, I’ll take care of him.”
" thank you baby," he whispered and kissed brutus's neck, he wanted to tease Brutus a bit
Brutus smiled. "Of course. I'd drive off that wife stealing bitch anyway." He blushed at the kiss. His neck was sensitive and it tingled with each kiss. "You always know the right spots. It's a bit alarming." He closed his eyes, clinging to Cassius. He took Cassius' hand and kissed it.
" I know then because I learned quick." He said and flushed when Brutus kissed his hand. He smiled and continued kissing his neck
Brutus flushed. “Cassius..” he mumbled. “If you keep doing that…” He didn’t finish the sentence but rather tried to keep himself from making any noises. “You just love to tease me..” He made a muffled sound, placing his head on Cassius shoulder. “Cassius..that’s a dangerous thing to do. My neck is sensitive.”
“ I know but it’s fun~” he giggled. Cassius pulled from brutus’s neck and smiles
Brutus closed his eyes. "If you do that…" He didn't finish that sentence but figured Cassius would understand. He lifted his head up and kissed Cassius on the neck as payback. He continued to kiss him on the neck, smiling between each kiss. "It is fun. Isn't it?"
Cassius giggles a bit as his face flushed red. “ this will not end in your favor dear Brutus. I will make you do the work this time.” He challenged, Cassius rubbed brutus’s sides again as he pulled the man closer
Brutus stopped kissing Cassius, being pulled closer to the counter. He rolled his eyes. "You would like that, wouldn't you? You've been very lovey lately." He acknowledged. "Any reason?" He was curious as to what the answer could be. He grabbed Cassius by the waist and pulled him off the counter. "Don't you have a dinner to make?"
“ yes I do, “ he said softly. Cassius ignored the first question. He didn’t need Brutus knowing why he felt so insecure, though it was mostly because of the break up between Caesar and him had left Cassius broken and beaten. He was scared Brutus would leave him too..
Brutus smiled and gave Cassius another kiss on his neck. "Well, let's get dinner done, and then we can do what you'd like." He grabbed a loaf of bread and sliced it into slices with a knife. He didn't know how to do anything else in the kitchen other than slicing up bread. He put the knife down, surrendering his place in the kitchen.
Cassius smirked and started cutting up vegetables and meat, putting them in a pot and cooking them in a bit of stock.
Brutus watched Cassius prepare the food. He yawned and went to go lay in bed, tired of the whole Caesar situation. He curled into the sheets, deciding to take a short nap before dinner. He wanted to took his mind off everything, closing his eyes and letting sleep take over.