I'll bleed and fight for you [Stormwind]

Tyrian moved on all fours towards Jamie before grabbing the feline’s ankles and getting on his knees between the other male’s legs. The fox moved one of his hands to spit in it, rubbed two of his fingers around a bit to make sure they were wet, and then began to rub them all over Jamie’s exposed tailhole, hoping to at least provide some small measure of lubricant for the brutal fucking the feline was about to endure.

Once the fox was sitting on the edge of the bed, he shifted over and settled down on the ground. Looking at the others hardening member. He soon moved his head down, pressing soft kisses against the head and base of his dick. Trailing kisses down, legs shifting out as he did so. He continues to lick and kiss at his member. After a while of sucking him off, he moved up sit back on the bed. Just wanting him to come up so he could he fucked. He moved back and kept his legs spread. "Come here big boy. I'm all yours for the taking.." He breathed. Just wanting his large cock up his ass. He had been waiting for this for a little while now. And since he had this opportunity, he wasn't going to let it slide.

"Much better," grunted the male, looking up at Jamie from his comfortable spot as the other male stripped for him. Jamie had the perfect body for a sub, and the larger, older man could hardly wait to use it. As much as the man wanted to stand, slam the feline up against a wall, and stuff him full of cock, he couldn't move that much just yet, and figured that he might as well see what the other man had in mind. Tyrian scooted forwards until he sat at the edge of the bed and beckoned the feline to him, a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face.

The feline kept his eyes fixed on the male in front of him. Stomach dropping at the size of his balls and how thick his cock was. Just shuddering as he imagined that thing filling him to the brim. He bucked his hips weakly, growing uncomfortably aroused at the sight. He soon had tugged his own robe, tossing it to the side. Blushing in embarrassment due to how he looked and how Tyrian looked to him. There was definitely a big difference.

Tyrian huffed softly as he was disrobed. The removal of his tattered clothing exposed a massive pair of balls and a thick cock go to along with them, one that was currently half-erect as the male began to lust more and more after the feline sharing the room with him. "Why don't you disrobe as well, then?" The fox suggested, lust dripping from his voice.

Jamie moved back over to the fox, continuing to patch up his wounds. Once he was all patched up, he settled down beside him. "I do not have a problem with that. I'm sure I can handle anything past easy. I may be of royalty, but I am not fragile," he replied. He could see the sudden lust appear in Tyrian's gaze, knowing the fox was quite interested in bus words. He shifted a bit closer, looking over him. "Though I'm sure you wouldn't want to be easy on me either," he aid. Huffing and rolling to the side of the fox. Taking off his robe so he could fix it.

Of course, Tyrian was pent up, and he let out a soft grunt when Jamie straddled him. Having not had much of another opportunity to take out his sexual frustrations. As Jamie continued to speak, and move around the room, the fox couldn't take his eyes off of him. "I hope you're aware that I'm not one for taking it easy," the male grunted, shooting a smirk at the feline.

Jamie was pleased that fhe fox finally laid down so he could work on his wounds. He shifted himself up so he could slightly straddle the male's lap. "I don't know, I just felt some sort of interest. I haven't felt anything like that with ayone. You are handsome and strong, you're just so perfect.." He hummed. He just wanted to ride the male then and there. Wanting to be knotted and filled to the brim. While he wasn't sure what the the other wanted. He soon got up and walked over to a place where his medical supplies were. Bending over just a bit to grab them. "I just really started to fall for you when I looked into your eyes.." He said. Shifting as he continued to gather up things for his wounds. Wishing he was fine now, wanting to feel what it was like to love. But no, he wasn't going to do anything without the agreement of Tyrian.

The fox looked at the royal distrustfully but laid down anyways, having to wade himself the last few inches as a gash in his side gave him a bit of trouble. The fox sighed softly and let himself relax a tiny bit as he looked to see exactly what the feline planned on doing to 'take care' of him. The male's ears pinned back as he answered "Tyrian." He knew the feline to be Jamie, but didn't see much point in saying so. The fox glanced up at the male again when he spoke about feeling some sort of connection. "What exactly are you playing at?" The slave hadn't felt love for another in some time, and it seemed to him like the man in front of him was the man he had the least chance with of anyone in Rome.

"You are in slightly worse shape. Come here, sit down. Make yourself comfortable, let me get a look at you," this slave was probably weirded out by the fact that someone as high as he was tending to him. He didn't care, he was more worried about him. He couldn't help but have an interest in this fox. There was just something about him that stood out, made him curious. "So.. What is your name?" He asked, knowing this male probably knew what his name was. Which was absolutely fine, he didn't care if he was known. He wished he could be with this male, but it would not be accepted. He bit his lip, looking up so he could meet his gaze. "I just.. Felt something when we locked eyes earlier.." He said quietly.

"Hardly." Grunted Tyrian in response to the feline's question. He had been preparing himself to die, and considering the number that the roaring boos from the crowd had done on his eardrums when he was spared, he almost wished he had. The bloodied man didn't mind being in the quiet of the heir's private room, though he raised an eyebrow when he saw the man's robe begin to slide off of him. "Don't worry about it. I think I'm in slightly worse shape." The male had thrown his tattered brown robe on but hadn't had a chance to freshen up besides that, a bit of blood still showing in his white chest fur.

The feline watched, eyes widening in horror at the battle that went on. What shocked him the most was when the fox was now down for the count. His heart was thumping like a rabbit hitting its foot against the ground. That was when he heard the shouting of men and women roar up due to wanting him dead. He put up a lousy fight, they wanted him gone. He looked around him, watching as their thumbs pointed downwards. Absolutely refusing to let this man go alive. He looked to his family, noting they were looking at him. Awaiting what his final verdict would be. He stood up, swallowing lightly as he stood at the edge of his box. Thumb pointed neutral, people yelling at him to point it downwards. Just wanting to see blood be shed for their own enjoyiment. After a moment of not moving, he finally moved his thumb to point upward. He wasn't going to let this fox die, not today, not ever. There were growls and noises of irritation flood through the crowd, but his word was the law. And he decided that this fox shall live. He watched as the tired and bloodied male was heaved up and taken back out of the coliseum. After the last two faught, he slipped away do he could nab the male. He wanted to speak with him. After getting someone to grab the fox, he ushered them away. Wanting to be alone with him. "I bet.. I bet you were not expecting me to go against the crowds wish," Jamie glanced to the male as he walked. Leading him to a secret room he would go to when he needed to be alone. Sitting down on his bed, shifting his robe, which slightly wanted to fall down off of him. He never got the hang of tying them. He huffed as it fell off of him slightly, so he just bundled it on his lap awkwardly. "Sorry about this.." He sheepishly said.

Some time later that afternoon, Tyrian was finally hoisted up from the basement to the coliseum floor, where he stepped out to face his opponent. The fox, now equipped with the same one-handed sword to be on equal footing with his opponent, a rabbit, snarled loudly, beating his bare chest to beckon his opponent onward.

The pair came together with a jarring clash of metal, each fighting for dominance and positioning over the other. While Tyrian had the advantage in brawn, the rabbit was a bit more nimble. The brown rabbit seemed to dance around him, narrowly avoiding the fox's sword. Finally, he connected, and the rabbit man bellowed as nearly half of his ear was taken off by the forceful swing of the fox.

Then, however, the fox was surprised by a thump on his back. Somehow the rabbit had tripped him up, and he had no more than a split second to react before the hilt of his opponent's sword was brought down onto his skull. The fox crumpled over at the blow to his head, and the rabbit jumped in the air before bringing both feet down on the defeated man's chest. Tyrian looked around the arena weakly as jeers erupted from the crowd. There had been surprisingly little death so far that day, and the bloodthirsty crowd wanted to see his blood spilled. Many sentenced him to death with thumbs pointed downwards, but only the emperor's eldest son could decide his fate. The fox glanced up to the box for the royal family, surprise flashing across his face as he recognized the boy who had fed him earlier. I knew he was nobility, but I thought that the thing about him being heir to the throne was just gossip!

Jamie watched as the slaves worked on practicing their moves so they could be ready for what was to come in the gladiatorial shows. His head shot up as one of their trainers came out and recruited four men to please the crowd in the coliseum. What made his heart sink was when the male was chosen to go out and fight. He shifted up, tail flicking at the sight. He hoped the fox won, he hoped he was able to make it through without being slaughtered. He turned himself so he could make himself look nice. Hoping he wouldn't be too distracting once the canine was up to fight. He raced down the stairs and rushed to greet his family. Whom of which was getting ready for the fight. It made his heart pound in his chest, unsure if he wanted to go or not. But he would go, just in case he was able to stop anything that would happen. Once it was time, he followed his family to sit in their usual section, which was basically front row. He nervously shifted, watching what would happen. Willing to go against everyone else's words to save this fox.

Tyrian had grown up in Gaul, only for his homelands to be attacked and annexed by strangers whose military might was unlike anything his people had ever seen. He was arrested for attempting to steal bread from a Roman officer and dragged back to the capitol in chains. Now, he fought for the amusement of the inhabitants living in the capitol of the expansive empire, made up of reluctantly assimilated peoples like himself and his family. For the most part, Tyrian despised Romans. The one exception, strangely, was a feline boy. From what he'd heard from slaves who were from the city, Jamie was some sort of royalty. Strange considering that the male's own father was the one who ultimately decided wether a gladiator lived or died after losing a fight in gladiatorial combat in the coliseum. The feline had shared a quick glance with him as well, even more strange to the vulpine man.

Tyrian was a sturdy, tall, imposing fox, with red fur besides brown arms and legs and white chest and belly fur that seemed to continue further beyond the waist of the leather pants he wore. His opponent rushed at him with a short sword that glimmered dangerously in the sunlight. The fox was equipped instead with a pair of daggers, which he was using masterfully.

Jamie was the eldest son to his father, whom of which was currently emperor. He had been raised well, taught how to continue his rule after he passed. Today was quite the day, the slaves were training for something big. He stepped out to help pass out food, something he would do every now and then. Other people in his family frowned upon him doing such a thing, but he enjoyed it. He caught sight of a decent looking young man, hesitating in front of him as their eyes locked. He shifted the bowl in his hands, trying to continue on. After a while of keeping his gaze on him, he finally moved on. His heart was practically thumping out of his chest, he continued to walk, going straight to his room so he could think. Surprised his body was feeling this way, surprised anything was happening the way it did. He groaned and moved his head so it could rest down, hands rubbing at his face. All he may know was that this man may die soon, he shouldn't get attached. But then again, he couldn't help it. He watched as the slaves were finally back out and fighting, working on becoming gladiators. Silently dreaming of the man he had just met. He himself was a small, lanky feline with brown and white fur. There were dark dots on his face, which almost resembled freckles. His eyes were a light green, and his fur was soft and short. He stared out and watched them practice, searching around for the man he had seen.