FIC: UVA. 005. GRAPE(S). OCTAVIAN/JULIUS.
Title: uva
Author/Artist: goddess_of_rome
Character/Pairing: Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus (Octavian)/Julius Romulus Gracchus (OC)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone mentioned except for Julius
Prompt Table: One
Prompt: 005. Grape(s)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: MPREG.
Word Count: 171
Author’s Notes: This is not historically accurate at all.
Julius was in heaven, he was sure of it. He munched on his food with pleasure. He loved grapes, he absolutely loved them. He was lying in bed, the healers had ordered him too after he accidentally fell over three days ago, and he was tremendously bored. Diana, the cook, had brought him all that he had asked for. But, it was Octavian who had out done himself. Julius wanted grapes very badly, put they were out of season. Even so, Octavian had found some just for him.
“Octavian, I love you,” he moaned around the grape in his mouth.
His lover laughed. “You only say that because I got you the grapes.”
“That’s not true!” cried Julius, indignantly.
“Perhaps not.”
Julius threw a grape at Octavian. “Be quiet! You are impossible!”
Octavian waded through the barrage of grapes and collapsed on the bed with his lover. “I give up Julius! I know you love me for more than just grapes.”
“Humph. As you should. Now, come and cuddle with me.”
Author/Artist: goddess_of_rome
Character/Pairing: Gaius Julius Caesar Octavianus (Octavian)/Julius Romulus Gracchus (OC)
Disclaimer: I don’t own anyone mentioned except for Julius
Prompt Table: One
Prompt: 005. Grape(s)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: MPREG.
Word Count: 171
Author’s Notes: This is not historically accurate at all.
Julius was in heaven, he was sure of it. He munched on his food with pleasure. He loved grapes, he absolutely loved them. He was lying in bed, the healers had ordered him too after he accidentally fell over three days ago, and he was tremendously bored. Diana, the cook, had brought him all that he had asked for. But, it was Octavian who had out done himself. Julius wanted grapes very badly, put they were out of season. Even so, Octavian had found some just for him.
“Octavian, I love you,” he moaned around the grape in his mouth.
His lover laughed. “You only say that because I got you the grapes.”
“That’s not true!” cried Julius, indignantly.
“Perhaps not.”
Julius threw a grape at Octavian. “Be quiet! You are impossible!”
Octavian waded through the barrage of grapes and collapsed on the bed with his lover. “I give up Julius! I know you love me for more than just grapes.”
“Humph. As you should. Now, come and cuddle with me.”