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nuraichaTitle: Unseen Wound
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Beta: sweetdarthtofu. Thank you so much for your help and I'm so happy you understand my language nerderism <3
Pairing: Matthew/Dominic
Summary: AU. Matt and Dom celebrate Christmas together. Except that they aren't quite named like that, and neither this festivity is what your traditional Christmas looks like.
Rating: R-15
Warnings: sexual references,slavery .
Disclaimer: This is fiction and I'm certain it never happened. I mean no harm to the real people whose physical looks I use here for portraying my characters. I'm not making money off this.
Author's note: Long time no see, Museslash! I'm back to posting English fanfiction! This is my response to typical seasonal fics: you know, I'm a bit of a Grinch and I don't enjoy much Christmas cliches, so I came down with this. I hope you like it!
“This is not how it should be celebrated, you know that?”
“Of course I do. But no one, and especially not you, is going to tell me how this evening should be played out.”
“Such a rebel… Aren’t you afraid of unleashing the god’s fury?
“Let’s get this straight: I very much doubt that what we’re doing, during a festivity such as this one, which already involves so much debauchery, dissipation and freedom, will cause him any kind of resentment.”
“Oi! That hurt!”
“Come on, you sound like a whiny maiden. I know you have endured some tough beatings, and you are now complaining about a playful bite in your nipple? As if you hadn’t liked it…”
“Alright, but I wasn’t expecting it. You were supposed to make a morsel of that date, not my flesh!”
“Oh, but your nipples are so pert and their taste is superb. Every time I get close to them, a solitary thought fills my mind: to lick, to suck, to bite them; anything to make you whimper and get lost on your desires towards my body.”
"Venus! When you speak like that… Oh, my master, have mercy. Finish your supper quickly for I need to feel you inside me. Take me until Helios’ chariot rises above the horizon; I crave your member thrusting into me!”
“My, my, too indecorous you are, my beloved Matthaee. You shouldn’t be so impatient; after all, I have only started this delicious patina your good old mother cooked and I’d rather eat it before it cools completely… Although your belly is so hot to the touch that maybe it will keep it warm.”
“You can eat the damned soufflé any other time of the year, but only tonight are we allowed to do this.”
“You tell the truth. Only tonight can slaves dine before their masters. Only tonight can a role reversal occur and patricii might be ordered around by those whom they own. Only tonight, I kneel beside my own mattress, feasting on excellent preparations and ready to worship every inch of your body… If only you told me so, domine.”
“I see… So that is what you have been waiting for all evening, is not, my dear Dominice? All of this was only a delectable game, a crafted tease to drive your faithful slave desperate for your kisses, your touch, your penis?”
“Matthaee, my master for a night… So intelligent, so handsome, so desirable. Mine.”
“No, not tonight, Dominice. Tonight, you are mine. My slave, my most precious possession. You shall wipe off me the remains of these dishes; do not worry, you will enjoy them later, when I am done with you. Now, however, it is time to take pleasure in the wonders of the flesh.”
“As you wish, Matthaee.”
“Oh, I do wish. You may have eaten a lot already, but you have yet to take in your mouth what it lays between my legs.”
“Hercle! Leave such fancy expressions for poets, otherwise you’re going to make me laugh and certainly that’s dangerous when I have your cock down my throat!”
“Dominice, stop talking and start sucking my big, hard and thick member already. You’re filthier than all the lupae you can find wandering around Ostia, so if it is obscene vocabulary that you want, you shall have it, because right now you’re my toy and I’ll treat you as the harlot you always transform me into every time we fornicate.”
“Gratias tibi ago, domine.”
And that was how the master became the slave, and the slave the master, for the extent of one night only. For in Saturnalia the world upturns itself and what had always been impossible becomes reality under Saturn’s auspice.
Although, deep inside themselves, where reason is forbidden to enter and sentiments reside, both Dominicus and Matthaeus knew that they were each other’s possession and ownership, forever united by a bond greater than a simple legal contract. Amor had conquered their souls and scarred their hearts with gold.
Yes, I went there. I wrote a Saturnalia fic because I'm nerdy like that \o/ Saturnalia were Roman festivities celebrated during our modern Christmas' time. On the Wikipedia article linked above you can find in more detail what this festival entailed. I should also comment now that time setting is purposely left unclear, but in my mind it's set at some point during the Empire (1st-5th AD centuries).
Amor is one of the names given to Cupid, Eros' Roman equivalent; he was the god of erotic desire, sex and affection and attacked his "victims" with golden arrows to inflict desire. Although I couldn't bring myself to resist the reference, I should say that in this case, it'd have been more accurate to mention his mother Venus, because she's the goddess of proper love (romantic sense).
Now, let's go for all those Latinisms spread out and about:
I hope I haven't bored you too much with all these notes... But you know, I can't help myself when it comes to Latin and history :)
Author:
nuraichaBeta: sweet
darthtofu. Thank you so much for your help and I'm so happy you understand my language nerderism <3Pairing: Matthew/Dominic
Summary: AU. Matt and Dom celebrate Christmas together. Except that they aren't quite named like that, and neither this festivity is what your traditional Christmas looks like.
Rating: R-15
Warnings: sexual references,
Disclaimer: This is fiction and I'm certain it never happened. I mean no harm to the real people whose physical looks I use here for portraying my characters. I'm not making money off this.
Author's note: Long time no see, Museslash! I'm back to posting English fanfiction! This is my response to typical seasonal fics: you know, I'm a bit of a Grinch and I don't enjoy much Christmas cliches, so I came down with this. I hope you like it!
... But then a madness just the same returns
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all powerless to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
In such uncertain state they waste away
With unseen wound.
And that old fury visits them again,
When once again they seek and crave to reach
They know not what, all powerless to find
The artifice to subjugate the bane.
In such uncertain state they waste away
With unseen wound.
“This is not how it should be celebrated, you know that?”
“Of course I do. But no one, and especially not you, is going to tell me how this evening should be played out.”
“Such a rebel… Aren’t you afraid of unleashing the god’s fury?
“Let’s get this straight: I very much doubt that what we’re doing, during a festivity such as this one, which already involves so much debauchery, dissipation and freedom, will cause him any kind of resentment.”
“Oi! That hurt!”
“Come on, you sound like a whiny maiden. I know you have endured some tough beatings, and you are now complaining about a playful bite in your nipple? As if you hadn’t liked it…”
“Alright, but I wasn’t expecting it. You were supposed to make a morsel of that date, not my flesh!”
“Oh, but your nipples are so pert and their taste is superb. Every time I get close to them, a solitary thought fills my mind: to lick, to suck, to bite them; anything to make you whimper and get lost on your desires towards my body.”
"Venus! When you speak like that… Oh, my master, have mercy. Finish your supper quickly for I need to feel you inside me. Take me until Helios’ chariot rises above the horizon; I crave your member thrusting into me!”
“My, my, too indecorous you are, my beloved Matthaee. You shouldn’t be so impatient; after all, I have only started this delicious patina your good old mother cooked and I’d rather eat it before it cools completely… Although your belly is so hot to the touch that maybe it will keep it warm.”
“You can eat the damned soufflé any other time of the year, but only tonight are we allowed to do this.”
“You tell the truth. Only tonight can slaves dine before their masters. Only tonight can a role reversal occur and patricii might be ordered around by those whom they own. Only tonight, I kneel beside my own mattress, feasting on excellent preparations and ready to worship every inch of your body… If only you told me so, domine.”
“I see… So that is what you have been waiting for all evening, is not, my dear Dominice? All of this was only a delectable game, a crafted tease to drive your faithful slave desperate for your kisses, your touch, your penis?”
“Matthaee, my master for a night… So intelligent, so handsome, so desirable. Mine.”
“No, not tonight, Dominice. Tonight, you are mine. My slave, my most precious possession. You shall wipe off me the remains of these dishes; do not worry, you will enjoy them later, when I am done with you. Now, however, it is time to take pleasure in the wonders of the flesh.”
“As you wish, Matthaee.”
“Oh, I do wish. You may have eaten a lot already, but you have yet to take in your mouth what it lays between my legs.”
“Hercle! Leave such fancy expressions for poets, otherwise you’re going to make me laugh and certainly that’s dangerous when I have your cock down my throat!”
“Dominice, stop talking and start sucking my big, hard and thick member already. You’re filthier than all the lupae you can find wandering around Ostia, so if it is obscene vocabulary that you want, you shall have it, because right now you’re my toy and I’ll treat you as the harlot you always transform me into every time we fornicate.”
“Gratias tibi ago, domine.”
And that was how the master became the slave, and the slave the master, for the extent of one night only. For in Saturnalia the world upturns itself and what had always been impossible becomes reality under Saturn’s auspice.
Although, deep inside themselves, where reason is forbidden to enter and sentiments reside, both Dominicus and Matthaeus knew that they were each other’s possession and ownership, forever united by a bond greater than a simple legal contract. Amor had conquered their souls and scarred their hearts with gold.
Amor is one of the names given to Cupid, Eros' Roman equivalent; he was the god of erotic desire, sex and affection and attacked his "victims" with golden arrows to inflict desire. Although I couldn't bring myself to resist the reference, I should say that in this case, it'd have been more accurate to mention his mother Venus, because she's the goddess of proper love (romantic sense).
Now, let's go for all those Latinisms spread out and about:
- Venus!: by Venus!
- Matthaee: well, this one gave Tofu and I lots of work. Firstly, Tofu and I agreed on how many letters it had and how odd it sounded, so we decided to change it to 'Matteus' as RL!Dominic pronounces sometimes the "th" sound as "t" in some names ie. "Anthony". But I have changed it back, because I think it'd be more realistic to keep the "th" as it's closer to "Matthew" and to the way he pronounces Matt's complete name. Also, 'Matthaeus' is in nominative, and 'Matthaee' is decleansed in vocative (in case you aren't familiarised with how Latin cases work, check this). Dominice and imprecations are also in vocative.
- Patina: this is a pear souffle (patina de piris), whose recipe you can find here.
- Patricii: plural of patricium, -ii (patrician), Roman's nobility.
- Domine: "master"; another vocative.
- Hercle!: by Hercules! (it can also be found as "Hercule!").
- Lupae: plural of lupa, -ae (lady-wolf). Its vulgar meaning is "whores".
- Gratias tibi ago: thank you.
I hope I haven't bored you too much with all these notes... But you know, I can't help myself when it comes to Latin and history :)
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Beautiful, so beautiful. Welcome back sweetheart. I hope you'll stay around a bit. I absolutely adored your writing style for this story.
Well done.
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-05 02:55 pm (UTC)xxx
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:17 pm (UTC)Hahahaha and I thought people would be happier without my nerderism all over the place :P Who knows, maybe the Latin comes out again in some other story...
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Date: 2016-01-05 10:10 pm (UTC)It's really impressive how a rather short story needs so much knowledge, so well done!!! I don't think I could ever figure out everything
especially that even vocatives are declined? Daaaamn.It always seems to me that Latin is more complicated than the neo-Latin languages, but maybe I'm wrong. xDI really loved the banter, this line was gold:
“Hercle! Leave such fancy expressions for poets, otherwise you’re going to make me laugh and certainly that’s dangerous when I have your cock down my throat!”
*snorts*
Looking forward to more! :D
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:23 pm (UTC)You're making me blush! I just can't write historical without documentation, it's superior to me...
Well, I don't quite understand what you mean. Vocative is one of the 6th cases Latin has so most words have a vocative form (although, of course, in many aren't used because for instance you can't "call" a bottle xD). But often is exactly the same as the nominative, so it isn't a difficult one xD
Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeell. Maybe? Quite? I don't know! I think what makes Latin harder is the lack of opportunities to actually *talk*, so that's why I firmly defend all those modern methods who go beyond translation and memorisation of grammar rules and seek to make it "alive". That's how I learnt, and I think it does wonders!
Thank you so much again <3
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Date: 2016-01-05 10:21 pm (UTC)Yes, you can interprete this in two ways. :P
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-06 12:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-09 10:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-01-09 04:25 pm (UTC)Hahaha! We all knew they were filthy but who said Romans werent funny too? ;)
What's great about your stories (under pseuds or not heh) is how we are thrown into a completely different world without being flooded with facts and exposition - it's just all there for us to take in. The action begins and what's gonna happen is just as interesting as finding out the context and where characters belong, etc.
You're a fab writer and dont you evah let anyone tell you otherwise ;)
Mucho thanks for your contribution to xmas belldom XD
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Date: 2016-01-09 10:27 pm (UTC)SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! OMG YOU ARE SO SWEET SOPHIE OMG <33333333 I DON'T EVEN WHAT TO REPLY TO THAT! I don't know I just... Thank you, thank you so much for your words <3 If I really do that, I'm so happy then, because I don't know how I do it!
GOOD LORD SOPHIE I'M GOING TO SQUEE THE SHIT OUT OF YOU WHEN WE MEET IN SPRING I SWEAR <33333
*HUGS TIGHT*
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Date: 2016-01-16 10:54 pm (UTC)Don't think I can add anything the others haven't said yet. EXCEPT that I would love to read more about these two. Seems like there's so much more to them than just this short glimpse and I wouldn't mind exploring that
also, you could nerd on forever, that's a win win, man.<3 <3 <3
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Date: 2016-03-08 08:26 pm (UTC)Well, well... It's very tempting indeed. In fact, I think a couple of weeks ago I surprised myself planning a sequel? I don't know what I'll do, lately I have many ideas but zero time to write so...
Glad you liked, thank you so much <3