Favours

Favours
By Misha

Disclaimer- Not mine.
Author’s Notes- A fic! FInally. I have had crazy writer’s block! This is for an anon, who requested that I write a fic focusing on Antony’s “you owe me” and for TMarie82, because I promised her an Antony blowjob fic. This is set before Cassius’s diamond scene in Chapter 11.
Pairing- Antony/MC, slight Cassius/MC
Rating- NSFW
Summary- Antony steals Portia away during the games and she delivers on what she owes him.

“I better not,” I deferred, refusing Cassius’s offer to wait while I checked in with Syphax at the barracks. What would I even say to Syphax? Because of me, he would be sold, forced to fight for the amusement of bloodthirsty Romans and to earn other men coin. No apology could make up for that and I couldn’t offer anything else. So, I would wait to see him, until I knew what to say.

Cassius nodded, opening his mouth to speak and then his expression darkened.

I followed his gaze, unsurprised to see Antony striding towards us.

“Cassius.”

“Antony.” Cassius acknowledged coldly.

“Enjoying the games?” Antony asked with a smirk. Instead of waiting for Cassius to answer, he turned to me. “And what about you? I assume you found the results… favorable.” He put emphasis on the word “favor” and I was reminded of what he had mouthed when pardoning Syphax’s opponent.

“You owe me.” What favor would Antony demand for his generosity to Syphax’s opponent?

“So far,” I agreed, meeting Antony’s eyes boldly.

His smile widened. “Good.” His eyes swept over me, taking in the blue silk of my gown, before turning to Cassius. “Can I trouble you for a moment of her company?” The words were solicitous but the tone was not, practically daring Cassius to refuse.

Cassius’s jaw set. “It is Portia’s choice where she goes, I will not stop her.” He turned to me. “Do you wish to speak to Antony or…?” His voice trailed off and I know he wanted me to refuse, to remind Antony that he, Cassius, was my patron. No, that wasn’t it. He didn’t want that. He didn’t want me to pick him because he was the one who had paid for my services, he wanted me to choose him for other reasons.

“I’m sure Antony would not bother us if it was not important,” I said gracefully and then looked pointedly at Antony, “right?”

“Of course,” he answered smoothly, before turning his attention back to Cassius. “Don’t worry I will return her to you, unharmed.”

Cassius’s unhappiness was apparent, but he nodded. “Bring her to Brutus’s home.” He instructed, then his tone softened as he turned his attention back to me, “I have a surprise for you.”

“I look forward to it,” I assured him, even as I stepped forward towards Antony, who simply smirked again and motioned for me to come with him. He quickly led me away from the crowds to a grand villa.

“Who’s villa is this?” I asked once we’d stepped inside, noting how empty it was. ‘Is it yours?”

Antony laughed. “No, these grand villas are reserved for Rome’s elite, who then abandon them without a second thought to save their own skin.” Ah, so it belonged to a member of the Senate, one who had fled to Greece.

“Unwise of them to leave it unguarded,” I said lightly, “it is practically an invitation for mischief.”

“I agree,” Antony told me, pulling me into his arms, his lips crashing hungrily down on mine.

I sank into his kiss for a moment, hating how much I liked it. How much I had missed his touch. I let myself savor the feel of him for a moment and then I broke away, pushing lightly against his chest. “Is this why you brought me here?”

“Can you think of a better reason?” Antony asked, his arms still locked around me. “It was all I was thinking about during the games.” He slid his hand up my back. “You look exquisite, but it just makes me want to see what was underneath.”

The statement should bother me, that he was mentally undressing me while Syphax was fighting for his freedom, that the lives of the men in the arena meant so little to him, and yet it had the opposite effect. His words made my breath catch and my heart race. Or maybe it was his touch that did that.

“Did you appreciate my gesture?” Antony asked again, his lips skimming my earlobe before traveling down my neck, sending a shiver of pleasure through me.

“Yes,” I whimpered, before fighting to control myself. I placed my hand on his face, forcing him to look at me. “But I wonder… What price are you planning on demanding?”

Antony grinned, his hands sliding down my curves. “I thought I’d leave that up to you to decide…” There was no mistaking the challenge in his eyes or the desire. “How grateful are you?”

It was a test. I knew that. But then I suspected that with Antony, everything was. This was also going to set the tone of our relationship going forward, I suspected. I could have Antony’s favour, but at a cost.

Was I willing to pay that cost? I didn’t even have to think about it.

Instead, I pulled out of Antony’s embrace, causing him to frown. Though the frown disappeared as I began to unravel his toga. “We are alone, right?” I asked, my fingers drifting over the exposed skin. “No one will interrupt?”

“No,” Antony answered, but it was drawn out and labored, his eyes dark with lust as I disrobed him. I let my eyes run over his naked form. Damn, he was a fine specimen. All hard muscle, scarred from years of battle, but in a way that just made him more attractive.

“Good,” I told him before dropping to my knees in front of him, my hands reaching for his manhood, “I would hate to have to stop.”

“Portia,” he groaned as I stroked him lightly before lowering my mouth to him. I licked his hard length, my hands still stroking it before easing my mouth over it, taking it as deeply as I could. Antony groaned again, his hands digging into my hair as he thrust into my mouth. “Fuck that feels…”

His vulgarities just spurred me to work harder, hollowing my cheeks around him, trying not to gag as he thrust deep. My hand reaching up to caress his sack which just made him thrust harder. It wasn’t long before he came, spurting his hot seed into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, licking my lips as I pulled away.

“Does that satisfy my debt?” I asked as I got to my feet.

In response, Antony pulled me toward him, crushing me against his naked body as his mouth devoured mine. I wondered if he could taste himself on my tongue.

“If this is how you repay favours, then I will be very generous with you indeed,” Antony commented when he let me go, casually reaching for his discarded clothing. He ran his eyes up and down my body, which was still clothed. “Especially if next time I get to fuck your beautiful body instead of your mouth.”

I smiled coyly. “Is that what you desire?”

“You are what I desire,” Antony told me, reaching for me again, and then his arm fell away and he stepped back. “However, today you have another patron and I should return you to Cassius before he raises a fuss.”

Shame hit me as I remembered Cassius. Lena would not approve of my actions, of being so indiscreet with one patron on another’s time. I knew that. And Cassius did not deserve that and yet… I could not bring myself to care.

“Besides, I’ll let Cassius enjoy this time with you,” Antony continued as he led me out of the villa, “for it will be his last.”

I raised an eyebrow. “It will? And why is that?”

He smirked. “Because after that little display, I plan on doing whatever I have to be your only patron and we both know that I can offer so much more than Cassius can..”

His words stayed with me after he left me. Even as Cassius surprised me with a lovely meal of food from my homeland and drew me into his arms, my thoughts were on Antony. On how it had felt to have him at my mercy, to know I was capable of bringing him that kind of pleasure, and wondering what kind of pleasure he could bring me in return. I still remembered how his lips and fingers had felt that evening at the Senate… Enough that I couldn’t hlp but feel a thrill at his challenge and consider that I might submit to it. Submit to him.

After all, he could give me everything I wanted and the price he demanded was a pleasurable one, wouldn’t I be a fool to refuse? No matter how kind Cassius was, Antony held the power. And not just over Rome. I hated to admit it, but he had a power over me that Cassius would never have, a thought that lingered as I sank into Cassius’s embrace and tried desperately not to compare it to Antony’s.

• End