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Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Arwen had not waited to watch Samir stumble, groggy and unsure towards the table. He had stepped into the waters, let the crisp clear bath wash away what seemed like weeks of filth, and the days layers of blood and gore. He dunked his head, wetting the long coal colored curls. Four braids, two on each side of his head ended in green scarab beads the color of his eye. Not used to waiting for a slave to bath his body for him, he had rinsed off the first layers before turning to look for some kind of soap, and finally noticing the light melodic sound of bells from behind him. Turning, Arwen finally noticed the still, disoriented sway of his new slave, trying to maintain his legs as his hips swished back and forth for purchase and strength. Arwen sighed and shifted back out of the waters, the wave of his movement pressing up along his midsection before slowly dripping down as he climbed the stairs and shifted towards the small shelving holding the oils and soaps and towels. He tossed them towards the side of the baths edge before striding towards Samir. His hand would tug at the decorative chains about his neck, toppling the delicate balance the slave was attempting to maintain to brace the slave against his broad, muscled chest. Lift your arms about my neck, Slave, He would say, not expecting to be denied and yet patient, watching the difficulty he fought against whatever drug they had given him. Only after Samir would respond would Arwen shift slightly, moving to carry Samir in the strong embrace of his arms as he turned towards the baths edge and stepped down into the waters. Unmindful of the way the silk saturated in seconds, Arwen would take Samir to the deepest ledge before setting him down once more and leaning him against the side of the pool. His rough long fingers would then move along the belt of the silk, not nearly as practice in removing cloths from another as the slave, it took Arwen a few moments to find and then release the catches before lifting the expensive garment to the side of the pool. Gripping Samirs chin once more, Arwen bent closer to him, aware, if there was to be any penetrating of the drug induced cloud, it would have to be by the force of is will alone. You will not let go of this ledge. If you drown I will fight Ammit for your soul just so I can beat you. Samir, You will not let go. The piercing green and golden eyes would scorch the fogged grey ones as Arwen held his chin. Say, yes Master.
Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Samir's lithe figure, when bared, seemed to melt all the more in the comfort of the water, the new and entirely pleasant sensation making him at least a little more awake. He hadn't even realized that he felt dirty until he was in the water, and undressed by the same course hands that brought him from the box, brought him to the comfort of clean bathing water. And then, there were commands. Not let go. Drown. Beat you. His name. Not let go. Samir processed what he was being told, only to be yanked from considering it by the grasp on his chin and Arwen's intense, unusual gaze. He blinked a little more alertly, and wondered if he had missed some words, if he had done something untoward, and then Arwen spoke and he realized-- this man wanted to know he was listening to the commands being given to him Yes, Master. He answered back, the alto, pretty sound of his voice more clear now that he had had water to soothe his throat. Blessed water, to drink, to bath in, to help him through the fog of whatever they'd given him. He held onto the ledge, legs swishing just a little in the space beneath his feet. He would not mention it, that he wouldn't drown-- at least, that's what he thought Arwen had said, that he might drown. Despite the weakness of his body just then, he knew how to swim. His master had greatly enjoyed watching him swim, he enjoyed playing that Samir was a fish, a beautiful oceanic creature come to tease him with its delights. Samir remembered submerging himself and swimming close, peaking up to be fed full, dark grapes from the fingertips of his master, the older man's eyes glittering with delight. He closed his eyes for a moment-- the painful reminder that his master, his old master, was dead woke Samir even more from his haze. This was his master, now. Yes, Master. He repeated again, and when he opened his eyes they were hidden behind his eyelashes, low and away from Arwen's face.
Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Arwen hesitated to leave the slave alone as his body remained in its weakened state, but he responded to Arwens words, and then responded again, this time stronger, he would pace towards the ledge of the pool where the soap and cloths had been tossed. Business as usual. He began to wash, quick and efficiently, as one might when they are not sure they will have enough time to finish. Dunking again, Arwen washed his unruly hair before lifting again to wash a second time round. His back to the slave, Arwen exposed the still healing whip marks that crisscrossed across his back. Arwen had never been a slave, but he had been strapped down and beaten when he had been captured. His hands moved over his war marked chest the narrowing tightness of his abs and across his powerful thighs. His hand slowed as he thought of the slave at his back, how his hand might feel as it moved over him. Arwens sigh was nearly a growl as he pushed this thought away. Moving back to the ledge, he took a clean cloth and moved back towards the slave, glad to see he was still clinging to the ledge, have no inkling that the slave was a talented swimmer. Trying to remain as detached and unaffected as possible, he began to wash the slave with that same quick movement he had used on himself, of course, Samir was no where near as dirty as what Arwen had been, and the processes went much quicker. Are you feeling better? Arwen asked in his rough low baritone voice. It was as much in contrast to the slender slave as the rest of him was. Its edges rolled like thunder thick in timbre as his large hand gripped Samirs upper arm, shifting him to turn his back to Arwen as he began to wash his back, shoulders and slipped down to his lower back, hips and rear. Arwens hand again, slowed shifting to let his fingers graze against smooth soft flesh on either side of the thick cloth, before he pressed the soap and cloth against Samirs, handing them to him to finish as Arwen moved away, towards the stairs. Come here when you have finished, and drink more water until you have had your fill.
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Samir had watched as Arwen washed himself, taking note of his form finally as he began to sober. It was obvious that this man, his new master, was a soldier- well suited to be a gladiator with his large and powerful build. The lashings across his back were no surprise to Samir-- he had heard how gladiators had to face a myriad of trials in the arena, great beasts and men with whips and chariots and weapons. Samir had never been lashed before- his skin pristine save for the bruising the shackles had manifested on his wrists and ankles. The only time a hand had been risen to him in his whole life had been when he had upset one of his master's wives-- she had struck him across his face, nails raking cuts into the flesh, but they had not scarred and while she was never punished for striking her husband's prized eunuch, it had only happened once, and despite how she loathed him she had never done it again. Samir nearly resisted when he was washed, tensing under Arwen's hands-- but it was only because he had not expected the man to do such a thing, to attend to him at all. He supposed, as he was turned and washed across his back, that he ought not be so surprised-- he was a prize after all, it would not do to have him covered in sweat and blood. He felt the slow of Arwen's hands on his body, and he looked, carefully, over his shoulder at the man-- then, with the same brusqueness he was turned and the cloth that had been bathing him had been placed in his palm. He nodded, and then reminded himself-- Yes, master. He answered, before falling quiet and drawing his focus to bathing the rest of himself, only sparing a glance Arwen's way as he moved to exit the water. Samir dipped beneath the water to wet all of his hair, the end of it already soaked as it dipped into the water, reaching down to his hips in its length. He emerged, massaged the oil into the length to hydrate it and pushed it back along his skul before placing the warmed wash cloth to his face, scrubbing gently at his cheeks and nose and lips before massaging it into his neck and under his chin, the back of his neck and then down across his collarbones where Arwen had already washed him. He made quick work of what Arwen had avoided, the space between his thighs, and then, pulling himself up onto the edge of the baths he washed his calves, his ankles, his feet. He dipped back into the water, and finding his body growing more attuned to his desires rather than sluggish, he swam the length of the baths, climbing out and returning near to Arwen, taking up the pitcher of water and pouring it into the goblet he had abandoned earlier. He took a long, slow drink from it, and the feeling made all of his senses blush with pleasure-- he had been so thirsty. Thank you, master. He announced, both to inform Arwen that he was finished, and to actually thank him-- this was more lenience than he'd ever anticipated as a captive to Rome. To be able to bath and drink after being locked away was a blessing.
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Moving towards the tall shelving that held the towels and soaps and salts, picking up the towel and dried himself off, glancing about the room at the mosaic tiles and lush ferns that grew near the windows. It wasnt home to him and he doubted it ever would be, still he loved the coolness of the waters, the feeling of being clean and fresh. He bent to pick up an oil flask and walked back towards Samir who had drunk his fill. Pour another and offer it to me. Drops of water still dripped upon his broad shoulders to drip along a myriad of scars, like patchwork among the hard muscles upon his chest. The towel draped across his narrow hips as he waited, watching each movement with that piercing gaze of his, as though he might learn about the man in front of him, simply by noticing everything about his movements, the shifting emotions of his face, and the precise execution of his tasks. Drinking deeply from the goblet, he emptied the contents, feeling as though he might never have his fill of cool clean water. When at last he set the goblet on the table, Arwen handed the oil flask to Samir and then snatched one of the ends of the chains, coiling it around and around his wrist as he pulled his slave closer, and closer against him, not stopping until the slighter man was leaning against his chest. Are you feeling strong enough to explore our new cage?
Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Samir had poured the water with the trained, steady hands of a man who had poured drink all of his life, and offered it with the same trained politeness. His body ached still, but he did not tremble or waver in the task, and when Arwen drank of it without rebuke, Samir was relieved. After all- besides the few commands Arwen had given, he had no idea how to serve a Roman, let alone a Roman gladiator. He knew it was his best bet to stay alive, by serving this new master to the best of his ability-- all that was lost could not be regained, and he would mourn it when he was allotted privacy. He watched Arwen move to collect the oil, and when it had been given he took it into his hand, only to gasp as the chains that dangled decoratively around his shoulders and neck had been twisted up to close the space between slave and master. His wide eyes searched Arwen's mismatched ones, and he took a moment to translate the words that were said to him. Cage? He repeated, confused-- was this man going to put him in another box? In a different sort of cage? And yet-- Samir was almost certain he had said our and not your . He felt a rush of something like danger, to be finally lucid and so close to a man of such strength, nothing between them but the towel around Arwen's hips. If this man was Roman, and they were as brutal with their slaves as Samir had heard, it was likely his new master could strike him for disobedience and knock him unconscious, the strong hand coiled around his jewelry bound to be strong enough to break the fine chains all together if he wished it. And yet-- he hadn't. He hadn't harmed Samir even once so far. And again, Samir thought, he did not look Roman.
Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

Aye, no better than a Falcons roost, Arwen kept Samir bound close, wound close by the decorative chains as he moved them towards a window near the door and pointed towards the guards that stood near the fence, and I their bird of prey, to do their hunting for their own amusement. Arwen shifted behind Samir, the cool chains of the collar heating quickly within the large, gripping hand would brush, like fire and ice against the slaves cheek they do not stand their for my protection, my pet, but for their own, and to make sure their prize does not escape. Arwens head bent to whisper against the sensitive cup of Samirs ear, and you The hand that had gripped the chain, suddenly released it in favor of the slaves neck, a firm, yet gentle hold, as Arwens long forefinger would lift to turn Samirs jaw towards him, just a bit, so that his lips would barely brush against that sensitized ear, are prey to tide me over until the next hunt. The powerful hand released the slaves neck, to slide his nail lightly against the bare throat before dropping to his side and turning away from the window. Arwen investigated his new home wandering through the entry way where he stopped to scrounge through the boxes of silks, Samirs silks, taken from his old apartment, pulling out an embroidered blue silk. Slits would run up the sides of each thigh, but no bells or beads would clatter to the ear. He lifted his hand, holding it back towards Samir to take, and if he lifted to reach for the fabric, would use it, much like the chain, to keep one side of, and lead him into the small kitchen, glancing about the trays and pantry before finding the lounge and then bedroom.
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Like that caged beast that Samir was reminded of, Arwen jumped upon the bed when he entered the bedroom, not erotically, nor playfully. Standing upon the furniture to look out of the higher venting windows near the ceiling of this back room. He gripped the edge of the horizontal slits, quickly pulling himself up, hoping there would be no guards on this side of the house. Perhaps if he could find a way to escape the city Cliffs greeted his hopeful eyes, that plummeted quickly towards the sea. It was an unlikely solution to his imprisonment but one he would leave open as an option. Slowly his muscles would relax once more before Arwen dropped down looking at the large opulent bed he did not see as being his own, just like he did not see the cases and barrels of riches, nor the trays of food as his own. His sandaled feet had marred the blankets, and he sighed as he looked down at the mess he had made, and then over towards Samir who stood silently, watching, his hands weaving through his dampened hair. And this slave? Was he Arwens? A myriad of emotions furrowed the prominent brow of the warrior as he questioned this, stepping down from the bed to stand closer once more to the slave, stranger before him. Long, strong hands would reach out, to stroke his fingers along Samirs scalp and slowly run the long digits down along the strand he sieved through his fingers. You are so beautiful, His hand slid along the side of Samirs face, hooking his thumb under his chin to tilt his head up once more, Those smoky eyes His own were mesmerized for a few moments, looking between the two, at the long lashes and the hue, and darkness of his exhaustion still, They seem so observant. The rough calloused pad of his finger would play along Samirs bottom lip as he continued, So raw and open. He breathed in, fighting the desire to take this one thing for himself as he struggled to wall up his defenses once more, for the both of them. I should sell you to a man of wealth and status. Someone safe and stable. His hand had gripped a bit tighter about Samir as he said this before he realized his actions and let his hand drop from the slave, only then noting the flask of oil he still held that Arwen had pressed to him. Come. Finish my bath with the oils. You know how dont you?
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Watching Samir move about the room, finding the strigil tool and walking back towards him, Arwen began to wonder about this slave who had been drugged and thrust into a basket like the material objects still in the entry way. How had he come to be here? It was obvious to Arwen, the slave was as much a foreigner as he was, barely able to form his lips about the words, though he seemed to understand them well enough. Follow them. Follow him. Not that Arwen had given him much room to waver, still it seemed to Arwen that this slave had been well taught, perhaps tailored toward certain tastes, certain desires. He had started at his shoulder, near the axe scar that might have cleaved his right arm, had Arwen not been wearing armor, and worked his hands down the dry uncared-for skin. Arwen closed his eyes to the touch upon his shoulder. How long had it been since another human had touched Arwen with anything other than malice or disdain? Too long for the warrior to try and remember, before the warring front had overtaken his village, before he had joined the efforts when, Tatu was still alive. Steely pectoral muscles flexed under the massaging hand of Samir, a reaction to the intimacy of the touch, to the slow release of endorphins long dammed to accept pleasure from another. His skin pebbled as and the lithe abdomen twitching tighter as Samir worked past Arwens ribs, shifting lower towards his hip. Here another set of scars silvered the skin in a zig zag of tissue running down from abdomen towards groin. Opening the sea green and golden gaze, Arwen watched as Samir used the strigil over his skin in sure, slow strokes before moving to the left side. Arwens penetrating gaze, remained, watching the Samir quietly as he worked down over the thick muscles of his arm. As Samir reached the left palm, he might notice the scarring in dotted rows at the heel of his left hand. Three rows of perfectly circular dots, marred the thick tissue. Arwens forefinger stretching out as the slave massaged his wrist and the rough heel of Arwens strong hand, touching the slender wrist of this slave, letting his calloused finger stroke over the delicate skin before Arwen turned his hand and let his long thumb roll over the soft, yet skilled palm, fanning the fingers tendons with a strong firm brush. The long hand would caress, briefly holding the slaves, more slender hand before releasing his grip, drop the contact to allow Samir to continue his work. Just my name would pleasure you? Samir? Would that be true, that only MY name should pleasure you, Samir. Look into my face, Samir, nymph, and you may repeat it back to me. Waiting until the light grey eyes turned his way, Arwen, he said, lifting his oiled hand to tug at the back of the chained collar, pulling it to ever so lightly grip against the front of Samirs throat, what is your Masters name?
Thread: ____Pandora's Prize_____(OctopusPrince x Xinavee)

The fire dampened a bit within the golden eye, the sea, took on a veiling mist as the slave spoke of his home lands. Less than a second, just a blink and the shift in Arwens eyes might have been missed. Outwardly, he did not change at all while Samir lifted his hand to lightly touch his wrist and bent to kiss it softly, in respect and gratitude. Inwardly, Arwen was erecting brick walls and numbing the senses once more. He continued forward as he looked into the beautiful face, his head shifting towards the side to speak intimately into the Samirs ear as he continued, Arwen is the name you will gasp IF and when I truly pleasure you. His hand finger lifted to press against Samirs lips to still any words that might have been upon his tongue. His free hand, the one holding the chain upon Samirs jewelry would dip lower, pulling the knotted silk from about the slaves hips as Arwen stood fully again, looking down into the exotic grey eyes, but not today, Samir. Today you are permitted to linger in the settling dust of the past, for even as it fades it leaves its own footprints upon you. Arwen breathed deeply, as he released his hold, only to reach to the side and pick up the oil flask once more and bringing it towards Samir and reach for one of his hands to pour more of the oil into before setting the flask back down. Arwen would let the scar covered hand cling at the back of Samirs neck, keeping him held against Arwens side as the warriors foot shifted to press his heel into the back of the slaves knee for a slow controlled, glide down along Arwens body and into a kneel. You may continue the serve, but if you are to remain mine, ability alone will not help you, Samir. Arwens foot would press slightly Samirs inner knee to part his thighs, though there seemed little sexual intent in it, simply a positioning preference. In fact, although Arwen had pulled the silk from the slave, and there was strong evidence there was a sexual stirring within the warrior, there was no outward clue that he intended to act on that inkling in any way. We will sleep when you are done and let our stomachs roar for another night before dinning. Let the men whos blood I spilt today take from the tables all they desire before I break my fast. You will sleep with me, Samir. You will sleep in my bed for as long as you are my slave and I desire it.