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“How curious.” Caesar watched Cassius’ wound well up with blood. “I think that is enough for one day, boy. Run back and care for your little gash.” Caesar flicked his hand, dismissing Cassius all together. He sheathed his sword, watching Cassius.
Cassius muttered something under his breath, throwing the dull sword down and racing back home. The 'gash' was much deeper and would probably need a few stitches. He only hoped Brutus didn't notice
Brutus was still sat at the table, now slightly intoxicated. Early in the morning. Good going Brutus. He hear Cassius enter the door. “Hi…” His face was flushed from the wine. “How-how.. Did you win?” He changed his words. They were slurred and he look at Cassius. He smiled. “Ha-hand…” he paused in the middle of the word. “…some.”
Cassius looked over at Brutus and gave a gentle smile " he called a truce." He said. The warm liquid dripped through his fingers as he went to find messala
Brutus hiccoughed. He held an empty glass in his hand. He had gotten himself drunk to erase the pain of last night. “Did-did he?” He tilted his head as he saw Cassius’ arm. “Cass, he-he hurt you!” He stood, stumbling around. He was now the baby deer. “I-I… he’s going to get my..” Brutus paused, confusing himself. “My fist!”
" darling… I'm fine, you should sit.. or even lay down. Ill join you momentarily" he said, patching his arm.
Cassius hissed in pain as he stitched his arm, tears pricking in his eyes
Brutus made a face at Cassius. “You’re not fine. H..he ruined your perfect skin!” He stumbled around the dining room. Trying to follow Cassius. He eventually stumbled and fell. “I—I didn’t need to…” He grimaced. “…sit down.” He pulled himself up to the table, laying down on his side. It was common for most to eat while laying on their side, but Brutus found he nearly choked every time.
Cassius wrapped his arm and went back to Brutus, " then let's lay and I'll lay with you " he said and offered his hand to Brutus.
Brutus looked at Cassius and studied him for a good minute. He feebly waved out a hand and grabbed Cassius’. He sat himself up, sliding of the bench. His legs were unstable and he could barley walk without sway. “I-I-You are sooo sweet.” He slurred. “Bed…that—er— sounds nice. My head…” he paused. “…hurts.” Brutus put a hand to his temple.
Cassius sighed, leaning up and kissing Brutus temple, " let's get you laid down " once he got Brutus in bed Cassius stripped his armor and crawled into bed with Brutus, curling into the man's chest for cuddles
Brutus flushed a bit from the kiss, but the flush from the wine covered it up. “I…I don’t thing…I don’t… I don’t need to be laid down.” He mumbled while being lead back to the bedroom. Once he was laid down, he closed his eyes. Maybe drinking wine early wasn’t the best for him. Brutus reached out and clung to Cassius. Brutus was drunk off his mind.
Cassius smiled softly " try and sleep my Brutus" he said,
Cassius ran his fingers in Brutus hair to try and ease him into sleep. " God you are way more cuddly when you are drunk, it's almost funny.."
Brutus let out a little whine of protest. “I-I… Brutus.. does not need—more sleep.” His head rolled as he tried to stabilize himself when he sat up. “The great Brutus…is not cuddly.” He collapsed back down the the bed. He curled up to Cassius. “It’s… not funny.” Brutus closed his eyes, nodding off slowly. “I…am not cuddle.” Those were his last words before he fell asleep.
" good sleep. my Brutus. " He whispered before pulling the blankets up napping with the other man.
Messala walked around cleaning the house, which made Cassius stir every so often
Brutus didn't stay asleep for long. He stirred, clinging onto Cassius, and whined softly. He looked at Cassius' face, whispering, "My dreams won't let me sleep." At least his speech was coherent again, but he felt unwell. It was like waking up with a stuffy nose. He moved to hug his dear Cassius to help comfort him, maybe that would soothe his mind. "I don't know…I don't know what I was thinking, Cass." Brutus was definitely still dealing with the effects of the alcohol, but it wasn't as bad when he first laid down.
Cassius woke when Brutus moved, " what do you mean my dear Brutus, you are unwell?" He asked softly, rubbing Brutus's back to comfort him. He looked a bit worried and yelped when Brutus touched his arm. It was paining him quite a bit now,
Brutus swallowed his pride. “I can’t sleep without having nightmares.” He let Go of Cassius arm, sitting up. “I shouldn’t have drunk that wine.” He shakes his head, staring at the sheets sadly. His own mind was playing by tricks on him. “I must have hurt your arm. Sorry Cass.”
" n..no your fine. The fight with Caesar did..' he said softly and sat up. He moved to hold Brutus and kiss his temple once more.
" I wish I could ease your mind but I can't, and I am sorry." He mumbled, rubbing his lovers back soothingly
“That’s not what I meant, Cassius. I mean me clinging to you hurt your arm further.” His face flushed a bit when Cassius kissed him and he turned away. He didn’t want to be seen blushing. “It’s not you fault, dear Cass.” He turned his head slightly. “It’s only that last night was a nightmare and my mind likes to remind me of that.” Brutus leaned into Cassius arms.
" I swear to the gods I am going to get back at that woman. " He growled. " March cannot come soon enough".
Cassius nestled into Brutus's hair, comfortable being this close to his lover. " Would you believe if I said the soothsayer had talked to him. He's fucking mad." Cassius jumped when messala entered his room " what is it messala" he growled
"S..sir, Caesar is at the door!"
“March feels too far away, my dear.” He held his head up and looked at Cassius. He gave him a little kiss upon the head. “I’d believe that Caesar is insane. Sounds like a Caesar thing to explode over. I don’t trust that man one bit. Not once would I look him in the eye and call him Lord.” Brutus flinched when Messala entered the room. He blinked at the slave. “I’m going to kill Caesar.” Brutus got out of bed, anger flashed across his face.
" Brutus no! " Cassius jumped up. Grabbing Brutus's hand " dear you mustn't" he pleated, taking a few steps to be in front of Brutus and to his door first. Cassius tried to keep the considerably taller man behind him as he walked to get the door
Brutus let a low grow come from his throat. “I—I…let go of me, Cass.” He managed to spit pit. “Why wait till the Ideas of March?! Why wait when I can do it now!” His mind told him to shove Cassius out of his way. Out of his way towards victory; towards justice. “We may never be able to show our face around, but I’m willing to pay the price.” He tried to control his anger as hard as it as to control.
" because then the people will see we are not the villains, only liberating Rome. We are doing is for the good of Rome.." he said softly
Brutus sighed and waved. “Get that creature with blood of infidelity away before I struggle to control myself. I don’t wish nor want to hear of him or his mongrel children for the next few weeks!” He scrunched up his nose and stared down the front door. He fixed himself up so it didn’t not appear he had been laying in bed so late in the morning.
Cassius opened the door " Caesar, what brings you lord to my door?" He asked in his usual high tone
Cassius tried to hide Brutus from sight
Caesar smiled at Cassius. "Just stopping by to check on that nasty wound of yours. And to return your weapon." He handed Cassius his sword, and Brutus growled in the background. He couldn't stand seeing his once friend talk so sweetly. For all Brutus was concerned, Caesar would seize Rome for himself. He couldn't let the city he was loyal to fall. "And make sure that you don't know anything of which the soothsayer had spoke of. You seemed hesitant this morning." Brutus rolled his eyes. Great job, Cassius.
" no my Lord I don't, " he said sweetly " and my arm is fine, but in pains, that is all" he said and allowed Caesar to examine his arm.
Caesar scowled at Cassius. “Sure you don’t.” He took Cassius arm and looked at the wound. He had hoped this would draw something out of Cassius. “Do you know where Brutus is?” Brutus gritted his teeth in the background, about ready to murder the guy at the door.
" no I do not my Lord, " he huffed. Yelping at the touch. Got Caesar had a grip.
He looked back at Brutus with softened eyes that told him to stay out of it " I would assume you want to spar again? Seemingly the only reason you'd come back "