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Friday, October 25, 2013

Cat and Mouse - Part II

(Don't forget to read Part I first! ed.)

Iain settled comfortably into the leather seat as he drove up from the port of Monte Carlo to his appointment. The convertible purred up the steep roads and as he navigated several hairpin turns; the Mediterranean sparkled a wine-dark blue beneath him.

At last, he reached his destination – a wall of filigreed iron closed off the road ahead. He got out of the car and pressed the intercom button on one of the posts.

“This is Inspector Goddard – I’m here to see Mrs. Bascomb.”

After a moment there was a “click”; the gates swung open and he continued on his way.

Traveling on another long, curving stretch, he finally arrived at the house. It was large, but not as ostentatious as some of the other mansions that he had seen on his way to his destination. As he pulled into the port-cochere, the door opened and a woman stepped out to greet him.

Now that’s a surprise. From his information, Jessica Bascomb was in her fifties, but opposed to other women who fought tooth and nail against their age, the woman before him had decided to accept it with grace. She was slightly plump, with short, curly auburn hair and a pair of merry blue eyes. A delicately printed floral dress fluttered in the warm breeze.

He got out of the car. “Mrs. Bascomb? I’m Inspector Iain Goddard of Scotland Yard. Thank you for taking the time to see me.”

“Please call me Jessie, Inspector … no need to be so formal around me! I thought we’d talk in the solarium – it’s so much cooler in there. Please follow me.”

Goddard followed the woman through the house until they reached the sun room. It was indeed cooler and the woman gestured him to have a seat in one of the thickly cushioned wicker chairs.

“Lemonade or iced tea, Inspector?” She reminds me so much of my granny…

“Lemonade, thank you. And please call me Iain.”

Jessie poured a glass for him and one for herself. She sat down across from him.

“Now, what can I do to help you, Iain?”

He took a sip of the cool liquid. “You see, I’ve been investigating a number of crimes here in Europe – forgeries, confidence games and various thefts. I’m of the mind that they were committed by one man – even though my superiors believe me daft.”

He leaned forward. “I understand that you’ve recently put in an insurance claim for a lost diamond necklace – is that correct?”

The older woman gave him a smile. “Oh, that … well, it was actually my daughter that filed the claim.  Jeanne can be a little … possessive … when it comes to my jewelry.” She sighed. “I love her dearly, but her father had spoiled her rotten and she threw a hissy fit when she found the necklace missing.”

“But Jessie … that claim was for $400,000! That’s an awfully expensive piece to lose! When was it stolen?”

“About two weeks ago …” She stopped as  she realized the trap the Inspector had set for her.

He gave her a wink and smile. “Among the other areas of my investigations were jewel robberies. Now … is there anything you’d like to tell me, Jessie?”

She patted his knee. “Oh, you’re good, Iain.  Very good.  Well, the necklace wasn’t exactly lost. I sort of let Alec steal it.”

* * *

“What???”

She arched an eyebrow. “Inspector, if you did your homework, you'd know my  husband was Harry Bascomb – one of the most successful con men in America about 20 years ago. When things got a little too hot for us there,  we had to leave in a hurry.  Randy – my husband’s old partner – he was a jewel thief, you know – helped us retire here.”

Iain was amazed at the tale spinning out before him.

“So when Alec came arrived at the villa, I knew he was a con-man immediately. But he reminded me so much of Harry at his age, that I just had to test his skills.” She gave him a sweet smile. “I’m a romantic, Inspector. You’ll have to forgive me for being a silly old woman.”

“You mentioned the name Alec – do you have a last name?”

“Alec Reynard. But I’m sure that’s an alias. He had several passports as well – all with different names and nationalities. Alan Cooke, Carlo Vincenti, Aaron Carstairs  … but he’s definitely an American, I can tell you that.”

“What did he look like?”

“He was tall – about 6 feet – your height - with wavy black hair and the most incredible blue eyes.  He always had a bit of a 5 o’clock shadow – even early in the morning.”

“Jessie, would you be willing to have a police artist come by to give me a sketch of this Reynard?”

Bascomb laughed. “Oh, I can do better than that, Iain – I’m sure Joseph has some photos!”

“Joseph?” Goddard somehow felt Jessie was the one now running the interview, not him.

Her eyes twinkled. “My … driver. He’s also in charge of security here at the villa.  Alec and he became very close. I think he’s out by the pool. He usually does his laps around this time of day.”

* * *

The two got up and walked through the house and stopped at another door. Jessie knocked, turned the knob and they walked in.

Iain’s breath caught in his throat.  In front of the sliding French doors, stood a naked man. The breeze at that moment has swept part of the curtain around his torso, but the inspector drank  in the sight before him.  The trim muscular body was accented by elaborate blackwork tattoos that swept up from one perfect pectoral, across a muscular shoulder and down a powerful arm.

A well-trimmed, tightly cropped beard accented a square jaw and full lips and wavy black hair topped a pair of brilliant verdant eyes. The glow from the Mediterranean sun made Joseph inhumanly beautiful against the backdrop of the airy  room. Iain stared at a male body of such temptation that he had no doubt Satan himself had laughed on the day of its creation. Goddard felt his cock begin to slither down his pants leg and the naked man quickly noticed the response and gave him a wicked smirk.

“Joseph, dear, this is Inspector Goddard. From Scotland Yard. Pull on a Speedo or something and meet us out at the pool. We need to talk about Alec and the necklace.”

“Sure Jessie … I’ll be right out.” He gave both of them a happy grin and proceeded to walk over to the dresser to find a swimsuit.  


Mmmm … nice ass. Iain thought as he looked at the muscular globes as the man moved. There was a noticeable (but minimal) tan line around his crotch and butt.

Jessie and the inspector strolled thru the French doors and onto the patio surrounding a large pool. The two settled under a large umbrella to wait for the chauffeur. As in the solarium, a pitcher of iced tea and lemonade was present on the table.

In a few moments, the door opened  and Joseph walked out to join them. Loped would have been a better term; every step he took incited erotic thoughts. He was wearing a small black Speedo that did nothing to hide the etched abs, trim torso and substantial manhood. The swimsuit set off his lightly oiled skin and tattoos. Iain could not take his eyes off of him. He gave Jessie a kiss on the top of her head and put his hand out to Goddard. The two shook.

“Joseph Dean Franklin – at your service, Inspector. My friends call me JD.”

He sat down.

Iain spoke first. “Jessie, forgive me for being blunt, but are you and Joseph…??”

She laughed. It was such a wonderful sound. “Inspector, at my age,  I prefer a nice hot bath and a good book. Although Joseph definitely keeps the tongues wagging among the neighbors with his appearance. I just love the scandal he and I invent!”

The chauffeur grinned. “Uh-huh … Jessie and I definitely come up with things to make their  blood boil!”

Bascomb continued. “And I can safely say that all of us present here prefer our men tall, dark, handsome and with a dash of scoundrel thrown in. And naked - or near naked, of course.”

“I … I…” Goddard blushed scarlet.

“Oh, come on now, Inspector…” Joseph grinned as his long fingers danced along Goddard’s thigh. “… Jessie’s gaydar is second to none. I’m as queer as a three-dollar bill and from the way you reacted to me in the room and now at the pool... So.  Are.  You.” He gave the Scot's crotch a gentle squeeze.

Jessie cleared her throat. “Play time later, sweetie. The Inspector came up to talk about Alec. Do you have any pictures of him?”

Franklin nodded. “Got a bunch.  He turned to the ginger-haired policeman. “G-rated ones, right?”

“Y-yes… thank you.” Goddard nodded weakly.

“Be right back.” He jogged back into the house.

Iain turned back to Jessie, who was giving him a sweet smile. “How well did Alec and Joseph get to know each other?”

She gave him an exaggerated wink. “Biblically.”

Goddard ran a hand through his short hair and closed his eyes. He had no idea how the interview went sideways so quickly. Darkly sexual images flashed through his mind. Tanned inked flesh in a back alley. Sweaty  sex against a brick wall. No!! I’ve a job to do and a criminal to catch. After a deep, shaky exhalation, the inspector had regained his composure and hopefully, control of the situation.

Franklin returned and handed Goddard a couple of photos. Iain just stared at the pictures in his hands.

My God … Iain felt his resolve begin to crumble. Again. The man in the photographs was even more handsome than the one in front of him. Iain’s heart skipped a beat as he stared at the sensuous smile and bright blue eyes. Reynard sported a bit of stubble on his face and with his tousled black hair, reminded the inspector of an angel. Most likely of the fallen variety. There was a wicked playfulness in the man in the photo that made the inspector’s breath catch in his throat. Even fully clothed, Goddard could tell that Alec's physique in the pictures was more than equal to the erotic vision sitting before him.

“Stunning, isn’t he?” JD leaned back in the chair. The Speedo’s tight silky material accented the driver’s package. Damn, he’s at least seven inches soft. Cut, too.

“It was lust at first sight for me. He’s absolutely amazing, Inspector. Best sex in my life. Before, during AND after.  Incredible kisser, too. He’s the most considerate man in and out of bed that I’ve ever met. As well as a most accomplished con man and a wizard when it comes to cracking safes and picking locks."

Iain traced a finger along the jawline in the photo. “Can you tell me how he managed to steal the necklace?”

Joseph nodded. “Well, after a marathon suck and fuck session, we were both exhausted. I think he melted me or something. We fell asleep in each others' arms. However, he obviously wasn’t as tired as I was and he managed to get my keycards for the room where Jessie’s safe was located.”

“How did you find out?”

“I have proximity sensors built into the plastic. The clock-radio next to my bed starts flashing if the cards are further than 2 feet from the bed. The light gets brighter and brighter the further the cards get. Naturally I woke up with the room flashing like a demented disco and knew exactly what happened. I can tell you, I was fucking pissed that I got fooled so easily.”

“What happened then?”

“I was so goddamn angry that I got out of bed – still naked – and went after Alec. I crept into Jessie’s dressing room and I found him. He had cracked the safe combination and was just looking at the necklace in his hands. I didn’t really notice it then, but he had a really sad expression.  I grabbed him by the shoulder, spun him around and punched him in the face.”

JD paused. Goddard motioned him to continue. Joseph noticed that the policeman’s cock was now straining at the fabric of his pants and his breathing had sped up at the description of events. Interesting.

“I stunned him and the necklace dropped to the carpet. We started attacking each other. Then I tackled him. We were rolling on the floor, exchanging blows, knocking furniture over and causing a major ruckus.”

Jessie broke in. “I heard the crash of the Waterford table lamp and rushed out of my bedroom. Now, picture this – I was in my nightgown and curlers …  I see Joseph and Alec – naked as jay birds – pummeling each other on the floor. I couldn’t help myself – I started laughing and I said the first thing that came to mind.”

She waited a beat. “ ‘Don’t you boys need lube for that?’ ”

As the saga unfurled, Goddard had been sipping a glass of lemonade. At that moment, he had  taken a mouthful of the tangy drink and when Bascomb recounted the line, he sprayed the liquid out and began to choke.

Joseph jumped up and thumped him on the back. As the coughing fit subsided, Iain started laughing and was joined by the other two. It took a while for the gales of laughter to subside to weak chuckles.

“That stopped them fighting then and there.  Alec looked terribly embarrassed and tried to cover himself up with a doily.”


JD raised dark eyebrows and chimed in. “And I didn’t look embarrassed?”

Jessie patted his muscular thigh and smiled. “Of course not, Joseph dear, you’re absolutely shameless… and I wouldn’t have you any other way…”

He gave a happy shrug and nodded. “Yep. True. Very true.”

Jessie turned to the inspector. “After the boys got dressed, I sat Alec down and went through some of the obvious mistakes he had made. He was shocked – shocked that I had caught onto him so quickly. And that I had played the supposed player so well. At that point, I did let him know my pedigree, so it actually became more of a learning experience for him. I do see a great deal of potential in him, Iain – as I think you have as well. I don’t think many men would have leapt to the conclusion you did that all of these different crimes were done by a single man. And … Alec is a very impressive man in so many ways.” Her eyes sparkled.

“You still haven’t told me what happened to the necklace, Jessie.”

“Well, he had to do some community service for me, Iain … until his bruises healed, I had dark-haired, beat up bad boys on each arm. I can tell you that some of the other French biddies here were absolutely seething with jealousy – the look on their faces was well worth it!”

Goddard shook his head with admiration. “You are a firecracker, Jessie. Has anyone ever told you that?”

Jessie laughter tinkled. “Not as often as I’d like, but when you say it with that burr of yours, it sounds so naughty!”

“But back to the necklace. After I pointed out some improvements, I told him that I wouldn’t report him to the authorities if he could pull off a caper to my and Joseph’s satisfaction.”

At his puzzled look, Jessie continued. “Joseph is my godson and Randy Franklin’s son. I daresay that Joseph is an even better jewel thief than his father.”

The young criminal made a sweeping bow from his chair and gave the Inspector a broad smile. He held up Goddard’s wristwatch and wallet.

“You forgot 'expert pickpocket' as well, Jessie.”

Franklin gave the items back to Goddard and then picked up the story. “So Jessie and I gave Alec an assignment. Diedre Van Huele was having an affair behind her husband’s back and we told Alec he had to steal her necklace and plant it on her boyfriend.”

“Good Lord, that was Alec's doing?” Goddard was stunned. The case had been completely airtight against Van Huele’s lover and he was currently serving 20 years in prison.

JD gave the inspector a sour look. “Frederico deserved it. He was a conniving little shit that would fuck anything with a pulse if he could get something out of it. He would have stolen something from her sooner or later. We just made sure that he didn’t have the chance to really hurt her or her marriage. She can be a bit prissy at times, but she does have a good heart.”

“So for a job well done, I gave Alec my necklace.” Jessie sighed. “If only Jeanne hadn’t been in such a tizzy to deck herself out in my jewels, this whole incident would have been too obscure to anything else for you to make a connection.”

She patted Goddard’s thigh once more. “But then again, I wouldn’t have had a chance to meet such a handsome and brilliant man as yourself. If you catch Alec, Inspector, promise me you won’t hurt him?”

Goddard stood up and tucked the photos into his coat pocket. He took Jessie’s hand and gave it a kiss. “It’s  ‘When’,  Jessie – not ‘If’ – and I promise I’ll do my best.  But I have to get moving on this information. Perhaps my superiors will finally begin listening to me. Thank you both for your help…”


He smiled. “… and the lemonade. I can see myself out.” The broad-shouldered policeman  walked down the driveway to his car.

* * *

Joseph stretched in the chair. “Well, Alec was right about our esteemed Inspector Goddard … brilliant, handsome and so deep in the closet you'd need the jaws of life to get him out. You think Iain is falling in love with him?”

“Is falling? Has fallen. You saw how he was stroking those photos. They’re perfect for each other. Alec has already fallen for him. I know so, sweetie. At last I can tell him the feelings are mutual. It's just going to take a little nudge here and there to get those two together.”

“What does Lucio think of his Mediterranean chief of operations playing matchmaker?”

“Lucio is always looking for new talent, Joseph. It’s up to us – all of us, you included – to keep our eyes out. When are you finishing your soldieri Training?”

“I go back to Marseilles for the Full Training in two weeks. I’m afraid the biddies around here will have nothing to gossip about for a month and half with both myself and Alec in absentia.”

“I’ll figure something out…” A playful moue brightened her face. “… maybe that I sent you to a Swiss clinic that specializes in enhancing already huge male endowments…”

JD cocked an eyebrow and gave her a dark look as he dove into the pool.

* * *
As with the "Stinger" story arc, I've decided to take the same approach here with "Cat and Mouse." Why? A number of reasons have been conspiring against me to finish this story - chief among them an overall bad mood with no desire to write (or even mask) and lousy conditions at work. Nevertheless, during some time when I was in a good mood, I got this much of the story completed. I'm guessing at this point I'm somewhere around the 60-66% mark. I haven't quite yet decided how Iain and Alec are going to finally come together or if there will be some more action, but I'm hoping that that will occur before the end of the year.

Stay tuned!!

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Black Tide: Another Satisfied Customer

Joseph wanted to bulk up and get jacked before his Conversion ... we can see that it paid off handsomely!

 

Next steps ... ink and piercings ...

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Cat and Mouse - Part I

Iain Goddard’s eyes stared at the monitors in front of him as the surveillance cameras switched from view to view. The Scotland Yard inspector looked worn; his shirt was open and tie askew; he removed his glasses and tiredly rubbed his eyes.

“Come on … come on … I know you’re close, Reynard. Make your move and prove me right…”


The Chief Inspector muttered to himself. His voice was a low, sexy tenor with a not-so-faint Highland burr.

He heard the door open behind him and smelled fresh coffee.

“Well, it’s about time you’ve come back, Paul… you’ve been gone for a fucking…”

He spun around and the sarcastic remark died in his throat. “… long time…”

Alec Reynard stood in the video room, an easy smile on his handsome mien. He placed a tray of coffee and a bag of pastries on the table near the door.

“You know, Iain … you work Sergeant Montgomery far too hard. Now you send him out on a coffee run … after all the harried preparations on this ... entrapment ... the poor man is exhausted and takes a moment to rest. Next thing you know, he’s out cold, catching some zzzz's before you send him out again.”

“What did you do to him, Reynard?” Goddard glared at the other man.

“Please ... it's Alec. We're far too intimate with each other's business to be on a last name basis. Now, as far as Paul Montgomery goes - nothing permanent, of course. Your aide-de-camp will just have had a very pleasant and needed nap of about 30-45 minutes and will wake up feeling refreshed and absolutely chagrined. I’ve never hurt a law enforcement officer in my life, Inspector. I owe them far too much."

He took a sip of his own coffee. “You should know that. You’re quite determined at uncovering my secrets – a talent which is virtually unheard of …” Reynard paused. “As I am with yours.” 

Alec ignored the tension in the room and placed a coffee cup in front of the Interpol chief; then sat down across from the handsome Scot. He was wearing a police uniform this time. Snug dark pants covered his powerful legs and the tunic pulled tightly over his muscular chest. A faint, sharply cut beard looked like a stylized five o'clock shadow on his square jaw and raven black hair tumbled over his forehead. Reynard watched the Inspector's eyes give him a once-over and paused at the substantial bulge at his crotch; Goddard reddened as he realized what he had done.

Again that shy, but confident grin. Goddard shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The man whom he thought to be his nemesis was nothing like he had anticipated. And everything he wanted.

“What I want to know …” the ginger-haired inspector began as sipped the coffee. “… is why are you in here - and not out there – stealing the DaVinci folio?” He stared hard into the brilliant blue eyes and soft smile across from him as he sipped the deliciously hot liquid. Goddammit, I should be yelling for backup and all I want to do is hold him in my arms. He even knows how I like my blasted coffee.

Alec laughed. “Oh, you were right about  the codex  - it was irresistible. One, duplicating Leonardo’s work is an effort – even for me – and two, you threw down the gauntlet with all of those safeguards to prevent me from grabbing it – that was a challenge I couldn’t resist... but why would I want to steal THAT? It's worthless.”

He casually waved to the surveillance image on the monitor – the 14th century manuscript lay in a heavy glass case. His dark brows arched as his entire face lit up with an impish grin.

Goddard grew still as a pit formed in his stomach. Reynard opened the bag and took out a danish. He winked at the other man in the room.

“Have one – these are really good. Still warm, too.”

“I’ve had the folio under guard every bloody minute since it was moved from the British Museum…”

Alec nodded. “Of course you did..."

He paused as he munched on a danish, slowly licking a bit of frosting off his upper lip.

"Well, almost..."

Goddard grew white.

“...except when it was locked in the cargo hold and the plane was up in the air... Iain, it was easy to open the crate and swap the codex with my copy. Me, my forgery and my breathing gear were in another cargo container. It was simple. Sometimes hiding something in plain sight works both ways.”

Reynard took another sip of coffee.

“When the forgery is discovered, there’s an eighty percent chance that your superiors will believe you had a hand in it and a twenty percent chance that you will simply be deemed supremely arrogant and grossly incompetent. In any case, your days in Interpol and Scotland Yard – or any other law enforcement agency – are over. Besides, your not-inconsiderable talents are wasted in police work anyway.”

With a cry of rage, the inspector launched himself at the art forger. All of the frustration of the previous months erupted as he saw his quarry slipping through the traps he had set and being maneuvered into destroying his own career. Goddard found himself captive in the iron grip of his enemy; their faces inches apart. The handsome criminal wasn’t even breathing hard, despite the herculean effort the Goddard was expending to attack him. And Goddard was a very strong man.

“Ahhh ... I love it when you get angry…” With an amazing fluid grace, the thief stood easily, still immobilizing the inspector, and walked  him backwards and back in his seat. He straddled the muscled body beneath him and the chair squeaked in protest as he settled his weight onto the other man. He drew closer to him and ran his lips across the ginger stubble covering the chiseled jaw.

“… you turn such a delicate shade of pink.” Alec whispered huskily in his ear and gave the whorls a delicate lick. Goddard stopped struggling and stared incredulously into the glacier blue eyes. The forger’s lips touched the other’s in a soft kiss. “I’ve enjoyed every minute of our cat-and-mouse through Europe, Iain, but the time has come to get serious with the man I’ve fallen in  love with.”

Azure eyes met pale brown. Alec released Goddard  and held the Chief Inspector’s face in his hands. Their lips met again; this time the kiss was harder and more intense. Tongues dueled for mastery as the Inspector’s hands encircled the thief’s muscular waist as their passion spiraled higher and higher. Goddard found his manhood growing hard within the confines of suddenly tight trousers as Reynard's crotch ground against his own.

Out of breath, the two men broke for air. Goddard let out a shaky laugh.

“Oh, bloody fuck, Alec… how did you know? I have to keep that part of my life so deeply hidden from everyone because it's a job-killer. I could barely admit it to myself. The more I chased you, the more I wanted you. You've more brains and sheer inventiveness than the entire damned Interpol organization put together.”

Reynard straightened up. “Well, the feeling was mutual. There’s not many men that would have the determination and intellect to find me after all the roadblocks I put in your way. Your refusal to drop the investigations was finally making some heads turn in an awkward direction for me and mine. That was attention I didn't need. Not yours personally, of course.” He ran his fingers through the short auburn hair. Goddard shivered.

The Scot stroked the powerful back of the man in his lap. Alec trembled at the delicate touch.

"Of course." Iain drawled. Alec gave him another kiss before easing out of the inspector's lap. He then pulled out a smartphone and tapped some commands into the device. He motioned to the display.

"Watch."

Goddard turned around to see a heavy fixture smash into the glass case on the monitor. He could hear the alarms howling faintly through the heavy walls as he watched a SWAT team enter the view of the cameras and swarm around the exhibit like angry wasps. Shattered glass lay everywhere and the room was bathed in the actinic glare from the halogens switched on by the alarm. Alec then tucked a card into the inspector's shirt pocket.

"Call that number when everything has quieted down for you. I have people that I want you to meet. Among them, with any luck, your new boss as well." Alec brushed his lips against the other man's, then softly traced around them with two fingers.  "Each kiss tells a story, Iain - that one means, goodbye - if only for a little while." Then he opened the door and slipped into the pandemonium exploding in the corridor.

* * *

Well, it's been a while,  and I figured I'd release the first installment of this tale. Alec Renard - aka Alec Saldana - has now graduated from Lucio's soldieri training and has become a preeminent cat burglar, art forger and con man. Of course, his nemesis has to be someone equally accomplished.

Enter Iain Goddard. The youngest Scotland Yard chief inspector with a Colombo-like talent for solving the most inexplicable of crimes. I'm working on the rest of the story, but it's slow going. I haven't been really in the mood for writing lately, and I'd rather not put out something substandard.

Stay tuned!!!




Friday, May 3, 2013

Graham's Favorite Quotes

"We are all Gods this night. And the Romans shall feel our wrath."
-Spartacus from "Spartacus"


"Rome shall send legions in my wake. And one day soon you shall fall to deserving end."
-Glaber from "Spartacus"


"We will have vengeance for what the Romans have done. Together we shall see them drown in rivers of blood."
-Crixus from "Spartacus"


"Pain is erased when inflicted upon others."
-Crixus from "Spartacus"


"Arrogance implies that I exaggerate my worth. I don't."
-Leonardo DaVinci from "DaVinci's Demons"


"Now, pull head from ass and use it for once."
- Spartacus (to Varro) from "Spartacus"


"We do not choose love. It claims each man as it will."
-Crixus from "Spartacus"


 "The Roman finally learns his place before us... on his knees."
-Spartacus from "Spartacus"


"I have done this thing because it is just. Blood demands blood. We have lived and lost at the whims of our masters for too long. I would not have it so. I would not see the passing of a brother, for the purpose of sport. I would not see another heart ripped from a chest, or breath forfeit for no cause. I know not all of you wish this, yet it is done. It is done. Your lives are your own. Forge your own path, or join with us, and together we shall see Rome tremble!"
-Spartacus from "Spartacus"


"We are both monsters, Gaius. Let us be so together, and seize the fucking heavens." 
-Ilithyia from "Spartacus"