Page 32 of Dominion
Mateo looked at him. “About fucking your friends?”
Titus shook his head. “About being mine.”
Not likely, Mateo thought. He was already a slave, he wasn’t going to give up what little rights he did have to become the bedmate slave of a gladiator.
“Not your slave,” he reiterated.
“Not slave, but lover,” Titus corrected.
Mateo didn’t see how anyone could have a relationship under such circumstances as they were in. But he also didn’t have those feelings for Titus. He wanted to learn from the man, not become his lover.
“Tomorrow, you will train me?” Mateo asked, getting back to what was important to him, why he’d given in to the gladiator in the first place.
“You keep this up, you survive. Tomorrow, yes.” Titus realized what Mateo wanted and he had to give the nineteen-year-old credit. He was a far cry from the terrified boy he had been when he’d first laid eyes on him. On the contrary, Mateo was learning the game of life in the celestial cities. He laughed and slapped Mateo’s ass, then gripped the cheek, giving it a little jiggle. “Tomorrow night, we fuck.” If this was their deal, he was going to milk it.
Mateo nodded, and Titus released him, letting Mateo finish bathing. The other gladiators carried on doing whatever they were doing until it was time for bed. Mateo climbed onto his cot and closed his eyes. He was looking forward to getting training from not only Cervantes, but also from Titus the next morning. The more he knew, the better his chances would be.
