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Started May 10, 2022 by Deleted user

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Cassius sat in his thoughts, Caesar's yell in his head as his hands shook slightly. It was overwhelming when silence took his mind. He couldn't think of anything but the man who'd hurt him the most

Brutus had tried to escape in his dreams, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t escape. They filled him with terror and pain. Dumb Caesar. He twitched in his sleep, unable to peacefully stay sound. He woke with a shout, breathing hard. He felt his neck. Brutus’ head was still attached and he shook it. Dumb dreams.

Cassius heard Brutus scream and was at his side in seconds, " my dear. Are you okay?" He asked worriedly. Cassius was his own shade of pale. He locked eyes with Brutus, holding the bigger hands of his loved

Brutus was breathing hard when he heard Cassius enter. “I’m alright. Just a nightmare.” He waves his hand. Was it just a nightmare? It seem so real. It was almost eerie. “Are you alright?” He noticed Cassius’ paleness. He seemed to be in distress.

" yes, I am fine, just the wound kicking the dirt," he muttered the excuses. Cassius crawled into bed to cuddle his way into brutus's lap

Brutus laid back down, trying to slow his breathing. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’re awfully pale.” He held Cassius close. “My dreams have gotten nightmarish. So many things have just clouded my mind.” He sighed, holding Cassius hand.

" the same of my thoughts.."

Brutus Brough Cassius closer to him, taking the man from his lap and relocation his closer to his waist. “It’ll be okay, Cass. I don’t doubt it.” He pressed a kiss to Cassius’ forehead. “I won’t let anything catch ya. I’m staying put.”

" I love you,"

Brutus smiled and kiss Cassius on the jaw. “I love you too, my dear Cass.” He played with Cassius hair, messing it up quite a bit. “Hope you don’t mind.” He was sure Cassius didn’t care about his hairstyle anyway. He liked Cass sitting on top of him. It was comforting like a blanket.

" no, I do not care, it needs a cut anyway" he said softly and giggled. Cassius rocked his hips in a teasing way but soon stopped

Brutus smiled. “And who’s going to cut it for you? Definitely not me!” He was an enjoying the moment until he realized. “Weren’t you making dinner?” He almost asked why Cassius had stopped, but that wasn’t of much importance right now.

Cassius shot up and off of Brutus " oh fuck! " He yelped and ran down stairs. Cassius made it just in time to move the pot off the heat before it boiled over

Brutus giggled and figured they could go back to cuddling later. He walked into the kitchen to see Cassius fiddling with the pot. “Careful. Don’t want to burn yourself.” Despite almost loosing all the contents to the soup, the room smelled delicious. “You amaze me every time.”

" just because I can cook?" He asked and pulled Brutus closer, bumping their waists together. He wanted to tease Brutus a bit now, running his hand down his friend as he giggled a bit

Brutus smiled. “Of course because you can cook!” When Cassius pulled him close, he lost his breath, sighing happily. “You really do love teasing me and someone else.” He kissed Cassius on the neck. “Now, should we eat first, or are you going to tease me all night?” He lifted an eyebrow trying to hide his rising heart rate.

" either way I'm teasing you all night~" he taunted and got out a couple of bowls for the soup. " Eat as much as you wish, messala will be in in only moments."

Brutus looked at Cassius. "Is that sort of challenge?" He got a bowl and ladled some soup into the bowl. "Messala.. I don't trust him. And I don't think he ever apologized to me." He went into the dining room to eat his soup. Once he had finished eating, he put the bowl on the counter, not having the appetite for seconds.

Cassius had ate his share and continued to sit in Brutus's lap, " no, no he has not. But I would not bother with it. He is young and stubborn. " Cassius said, rocking his hips teasingly

Brutus flushed a bit, trying to stay serious. "I don't understand his attitude. He is working for my dear Cassius. That should not fly in this home." Brutus himself was a lot like a stern father, trying to keep everything in line. "Young and stubborn is not an excuse. He should apologize for talking to people older than him like that." The hip rocking of course, was doing him no favors in trying to keep this demeanor.

Cassius shook his head " I have always treated messala as my own. " He said and started to kiss Brutus's neck and eventually left a mark on his collarbone

Brutus leaned back into the chair. "If you view him as your own, then please tell him to at least be respectful." He exposed his more of his neck, enjoying the affection. "Are you trying to—" He cut himself off with a soft sigh. He flushed red, the topic of Messala melting away. "Cassius.." He touched the mark. A love bite is what he left.

" yes my dear Brutus?" He asked silkily, rocking his hips a bit more rougher. He smirked a bit at how easily he could turn on his partner

Brutus gritted his teeth. "Are you trying to torture me?" He noticed the smirk. "Do not smirk at me like that! You know what you're doing." He was turner redder and redder, and buried his face in the crook of Cassius' neck. He was trying to hide his redness, his pulse trying to jump out of his throat.

" my dear Brutus you shouldn't hide this " he chuckled and started to kiss Brutus's neck again