Vesuvius: A Tale of Freedom

Title: Vesuvius: A Tale of Freedom

Author: MontanaDan

Feedback address: MontanaDan19@aol.com

Rating: NC17

Summary: Written for the History Challenge. Three and a half weeks before the mountain known as Vesuvius destroyed two cities and their surrounding communities, a young slave of Pompeii saved a wealthy merchant's life. Their lives were changed forever.

Disclaimer: The characters from the Harry Potter world belong to JK Rowling and affiliates. Some characters belong to history and their characteristics are entirely fictional.

URL to the DtD website: http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm

URL to personal website: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pompeii and to see the erotic art of Pompeii (including the one mentioned of Priapus): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Erotic_art_in_Pompeii_and_Herculaneum#Priapus

The House of the Faun, Pompeii, the 31^st day of July in the year 79 AD

Harrius sat up with a jerk, panting and sweating. He quickly looked around his small room, reassuring himself that it was only a dream. When his heart stopped racing, he noticed that the other bed in the room was empty.

Ronaldis was up before him? It was unprecedented. He hoped he hadn't over-slept. Jumping out of bed, he quickly dressed and rushed out of the servant's wing. He had just reached the atrium, his sandals clacking against the tile floor when he was ambushed from three sides.

"Happy birthday, Harry," Ron, his best friend, said, slapping his shoulder.

"Yes, happy birthday."

"The kid's legal now."

Harrius looked between the three brothers. All were tall and lanky and had the most outrageous red hair, like their mother. The older two, Frederikus and Georgium, were twins, and they were currently fussing with Harry's hair, which never managed to lay flat, and straightening his tunica.

"I would be if I was a citizen," Harry said, looking down at his scruffy gray tunic. He'd often dreamed of being able to wear a pure white tunic to show his freedom.

"Not much chance of that," said Fred dryly although Harry saw the bitterness in his eyes - for himself and the rest of them. Harry felt the hush that resulted from the comment acutely.

"Come on," Ron said, braking the uncomfortable silence. "Let's get some food."

They entered the peristyle which was empty at this time of the day. Most of the servants had already started on their chores for the morning. Molly, the head kitchen servant and the other boys' mother, had left out food for the boys to break their fast.

While they were eating, the lady of the House of the Faun floated into the room, her colorful robes tinkling from the various bobs adorning the folds of her toga.

"Happy Birthday, Harrius," said Mistress Cassia, holding out her hand. Harry quickly stood and smiled at his Mistress. While Harry was short for a man, he was of the same height as his lady. She took both his hands in her long elegant grasp and looked fondly upon him.

"Thank you, Mistress," he said softly.

"Do you feel any older, my dear?"

"Not really," Harry admitted.

"I shouldn't think so," she said. "Nevertheless, you are of age now and with that comes responsibility."

Harry nodded, looking down at the floor. "Yes, ma'am."

The lady gently lifted his chin. "But it also comes with privileges."

Harry's face lit up. "Will I be allowed to go to the baths?" he asked hopefully. He had never been to any of the public baths but he'd heard they were beautiful and that a person could relax in such luxury there. While he knew he'd never be allowed to go alone, perhaps he could accompany someone - one of the non-slave inhabitants of their household. George had gone with the master mason once and-

"You are too pretty," his mistress interrupted his thoughts.

Coloring, Harry looked away. "Am not," he grumbled.

"Now, Harrius, don't sulk," Cassia said. "You know how upset I'd be if you were stolen from me. There are people in this city who do not look kindly on slaves and would not think twice about abducting a handsome servant for their own dubious purposes."

Harry grumbled about the general unfairness of life.

Cassia laughed softly. "But," she said, "I do have a surprise for you."

Harry looked up shyly. "Really?"

She nodded. "I'd like you to take the wares to the market."

"Me?" Harry swallowed.

"Yes," she confirmed. "Now that you are seventeen, you are mature enough for the responsibility. I will be there later in the morning and we can all return home for the midday rest."

"But-"

Cassia raised a hand and looked at the rest of the boys. "You will all go - and you will look after each other," she said firmly.

"Yes, Mistress," they replied.

As the mistress left, Ron turned to Harry. "Wow, in charge of our booth at the market," he said with awe. "She really likes you, Harry."

Kingsley, the mistress' overseer, took them to the far side of the forum where all the merchants had their stalls set up. The three boys started unloading the cart to set up theirs. Their house's produce was mostly oils and perfumes from their olive harvest.

Kingsley saw to it that they were settled and ready, before he headed off to some of the local stores to make the daily household purchases.

After he left, Harry took a moment to look around. "Look, we can see the Temple of Apollo from here," he said, pointing towards the end of the forum. As it was still early and there weren't too many shoppers out yet, you could see the whole of the forum.

"I wonder if Hermionium will be here today," Ron said, looking across to where her Villa usually set up its wine stand.

The only reason the two of them knew the girl from the Villa outside the city was because Lady Cassia was a close friend of her master. He frequently came to Faun for political parties and social functions. Ron was sweet on Hermione, Harry knew, even if Ron denied it.

"Her master lets her come?" Harry asked. Ron, who had come of age several months ago and his brothers were often sent to the market with their merchandise.

Ron shrugged. "She's smart that way," he said and Harry noted a touch of pride in his voice. "He lets her do some accounting." He grinned knowingly. "She's always got a scroll and a wax tablet with her."

As the morning drew on, Harry noticed that despite it being slow on sales, their booth seemed to attract a lot of browsers. Most of the patrons seem more interested in Harrius than what was for sale.

"Where has Cassia been hiding him?"

"Such a handsome young man," one woman cooed at him, holding his face up. "And such lovely green eyes."

Ron snorted, muttering about how poorly those eyes worked. Harry had smacked his arm, irritated by the attention he was receiving.

Sales picked up later in the morning as those who regularly bought goods from Cassia arrived in town. And the many who had come to admire Harry, as his reputation had grown during the day, spent their money as well.

"Well, Mistress is a smart woman," Fred said after one such sale departed.

"Yes," George agreed. "She knew our sweet young Harrius would attract customers."

"Shut up," Harry muttered. "Both of you."

"There are worse things-"

Ron's statement was cut off as the ground began to shake.

"Earth tremor," George said, quickly protecting some of the precious jars of oil.

When the shaking didn't immediately stop, the group began moving the products to the ground to keep them from falling. Several nearby stands weren't so lucky. Some of the carts tumbled over and there was some mild panicking as the ground continued to quake.

Their own merchandise safe, Harry looked around. Across the way, a well-dressed man stood calmly in front of the Temple of Apollo, watching the surrounding chaos with a smirk on his face.

Harry saw the sundial behind the man start to shake. Without thinking, Harry sprinted out across the forum, ignoring the calls of his name behind him. His nightmare from last night replayed in his mind as he ran. The sundial's podium had started to crack by the time Harry reached the man, and just as the column began to crumble, Harry leapt, tackling the man and pushing him out of the path as the stone crashed beside them.

"By Jupiter, what is the meaning of…" The man trailed off as he took in the sight of the broken sundial next to them. He glanced into the portico where Apollo looked down at them and his gaze turned to Harry, now dusty and disheveled. "You must be blessed by Apollo himself," he said as he pushed himself to his feet and brushed himself off. "You've saved my life."

Harry looked up from his seat in the dirt. The man was so tall. His robes were mussed and dusty, but what amazed Harry was that they were black. It didn't make them less regal though. Harry could tell by his intimidating stature and the fine folds of his toga that he was wealthy. The man's tunic beneath was a deep shade of green and his pale skin contrasted impressively with his dark eyes and black hair. From the distance, Harry couldn't quite make out his expression, but he could see the long, Romanesque nose and the square, determined chin.

He took Harry's breath away. While Harry had known for years that men held a more fanciful role in his fantasies then women, he had yet to come across one that stirred a more primitive stimulation in him. This one certainly did.

The man looked down on him intensely. "Are you hurt?"

The deep voice sent another thrill through Harry's body and he stammered, "I-I don't-"

The man reached down and pulled Harry to his feet. Harry's ankle immediately protested and with a sharp pang, gave out. The man clutched him, keeping him from falling.

"What is it?"

Harry gasped as strong arms came around him. "My ankle," he managed to say. "I must have twisted it."

Without another word, the man swept him up into the cradle of his arms and began to stride across the forum. The tremor had stopped and people around them were all righting their belongings and chattering amongst themselves.

"I-I should get back to my stand, sir," Harry said. He really didn't want to, he'd rather stay in the safe, strong arms of this man.

"What is your name?"

Harry could see the man's profile quite clearly now. His features were sharp and almost harsh, but as he met the black gaze, he felt as if he had stumbled into the arms of a god.

"H-Harrius."

"And where is your stand?"

Harry pointed it out and the man headed directly to it. He stopped at their booth and addressed Kingsley, who had obviously returned directly to the booth when the quaking started. "I am Aulus Vettius Severus," the man said in his deep tones. "Harrius has saved my life at great peril to himself. I am taking him to my home to have his injuries treated. Please tell your master that he may collect him there."

With that, he strode off again. Looking over the man's shoulder, Harry could see his friends gaping at them.

"Mistress," said Harry.

Severus Vettii looked down at him again and Harry caught his breath. "What was that?"

"Mistress," Harry explained. "I am from the House of the Faun."

His thin lips quirked. "Ah, you are one of Cassia's servants then."

"Yes."

"Most fortunate," he said. "She is a kind and generous lady."

Harry could only nod.

Before he knew it, Harry was carried through a large archway and placed on a plush settee. Servants appeared asking what had happened, but with a bark and a glare, the man dismissed all but one. He sent the remaining servant off for a basin and told Harry to sit quietly while he retrieved some poultices.

Alone in the opulent atrium, Harry looked around. The adornments were obviously meant to impress. Frescoes lined the walls and statues graced every surface. There was a fountain in the center under the open roof where the bright sun streamed in lighting the room. Wind chimes hung off columns that circled the vast space and jingled softly in the light breeze.

The main theme however made Harry giggle. The statues, the chimes, and even some of the paintings all depicted penises. While anyone of wealth had phallic symbols in their decor to bless their homes with success and fertility, and to honor the gods, he'd never seen quite so many in one room. Harry squinted at the largest fresco across the room. The god, Priapus, stood before a large set of scales holding coins and he was weighing his own erection against them.

Harry couldn't help his soft laugh. It was quite an impressive-

"Harrius."

Harry turned abruptly as Aulus Vettius Severus walked back into the room. He hoped he wasn't turning red. The master of the house had cleaned up and donned a house tunic and sandals, and he settled himself next to Harry's legs with a tray of bowls, cloths and vials.

"Really, Lord Vettius," Harry said. "I'm fine. I should be going home."

"Shush," he said, holding two long fingers to Harry's lips. "And call me Severus. I'll see to your injury first."

Stricken silent again by the voice and the touch, Harry could only stare as the man turned and removed Harry's shoe. Embarrassment flooded his face at the shabbiness of his attire. This was a rich man. He shouldn't be touching-

But he did touch. The hand that gently moved over his foot was firm yet tender as he rubbed a salve into the skin around his ankle. One hand laid on his knee as the other stroked his leg from heel to calf, leaving no part untouched. Harry watched, his breathing slightly strained as the deft fingers lingered on his flesh.

When he looked up, Severus' face was closer than it had been before and he met the black gaze. "How does that feel?" Severus asked.

"Wonderful," Harry whispered.

Severus smiled faintly, his fingers continuing the stroke up and down Harry's calf. The other hand inched up to his thigh. "You are a very beautiful boy, Harrius."

Harry trembled. Heat pooled in his stomach and he was definitely in the right room because that was stirring too. "So are you," he murmured.

His eyes locked again in those dark ones and his mouth went dry. He licked his lips and saw the man's gaze flick down to his mouth.

"Harrius-"

A bang startled them both and Severus stood up, rearranging things on a tray as a man stormed into the room.

"Severus, I heard there was a commotion in the forum today during the earth tremor. What-" The man stopped abruptly as he noticed Harry on their lounge. He turned and raised an eyebrow at Severus.

The man was a complete foil to Severus. Fair-haired and blue-eyed, and adorned in the fashionable Pompeiian reds and yellows. He was handsome enough, Harry acknowledged, but his pulse did not quicken as it did when he looked at Severus.

Severus sighed. "This is Harrius of the House of the Faun," he said. "Harrius, this is my brother, Lucius. Harrius saved my life today in the marketplace."

"Did he?" said Lucius. "How marvelous. So you brought him home?"

"Don't be presumptuous, Lucius," Severus snapped. "He was injured, so I brought him here to tend to him."

"Ah," Lucius said with interest. "Personally, tend to him, I see. How romantic."

"Lucius."

"I apologize. I'm going." He was chuckling as he made his way across the tiles when another voice was heard.

"Father, is Uncle Severus all right? I heard-"

A young man about Harry's own age came in, dressed impeccably in a white tunic and matching sandals. Jealousy instantly coursed through Harry as he recognized that the boy had everything that Harry wanted: citizenship, freedom and respect. Since he looked just like the blond man, Harry assumed he was his son.

"Why is there a slave sitting on our furniture?" the boy asked imperiously.

"Not now, Draco," Lucius said, taking him by the arm and pulling him out of the room.

Harry quickly put his shoe back on and rose on shaking legs. This day had been surreal and it wasn't even noon yet.

"Harrius," Severus said. "I'd like to see you again. May I visit you at your booth tomorrow?"

"I-"

They were interrupted again, this time by a servant, who scurried into the atrium. "I'm sorry, Master. We have a visitor."

Behind the servant, a woman strode in, anger radiating from her very being.

"Ah, Lady Cassia," Severus said smoothly. "I've been expecting you."

"Don't try to charm me, Severus Vettius," Cassia snapped. "Where is Harrius?"

"Mistress," Harry said softly.

Cassia turned and saw him. Relief spread over her face as she inspected his form. She rushed over to him. "Are you all right?"

Harry shrugged. "I hurt my ankle."

Severus relayed the events to Harry's lady, while Cassia made Harry sit back down so she could look at his foot herself. It had discolored and was starting to swell. Cassia looked over the tray beside them and nodded her approval. Without asking, she picked up the cloth and wrapped Harry's ankle.

"You should not have taken him from the marketplace," Cassia said sternly and Harry couldn't recall ever hearing her sound so brusque.

"I could not leave him in the dirt, lady," Severus said indignantly. "He saved my life."

Cassia's expression softened as she looked at Harry. "My Harrius is a brave and noble boy."

"I agree," Severus said. "Which was why I didn't want to leave him among the panicked rabble in the forum."

Cassia laughed softly. "Yes, I heard that about you."

Severus smirked. "I did inform your people where I was taking him."

"You did," Cassia conceded. "You must understand. It is Harrius' first time to the marketplace and I became worried."

"I do understand." Severus picked up two vials from the tray. "Take these home for him," he instructed. "One is a poppy sleeping draught which will help with the pain and the other is a salve which will ease the swelling."

Cassia stood and appraised him, looking skeptical.

"I am a master at poultices, madam," Severus said. "I assure you."

She nodded and took the vials as Harry stood up again. His ankle felt a little wobbly but it held.

"Lady," Severus began. "We are having a banquet at the end of the week. I would be delighted if you could find time in your busy schedule to attend."

"Oh?" she said suspiciously. "And you'd like me to bring Harrius, I imagine."

"Yes," Severus admitted. "I must thank him, after all. It would honor me for you to bring him - and any others you deem worthy - as guests. I will publicly express my gratitude and acknowledge his courage and quick thinking."

Cassia smiled. "And who are you sponsoring at your affair?"

"Caius Julius Polivius will be in attendance."

Cassia raised her brows. "You do know I am supporting Sirico in the next elections?"

"I am aware of your political endorsements, yes," said Severus. "But don't you think that Sirico would work even harder to curry your favor should you attend a party which endorses Julius?"

Now Cassia smiled. "You have a wicked cunning, Lord Vettius."

Severus smirked. "Please, call me Severus."

"And you must call me Cassia."

"So, you will bring Harrius?" Severus inferred with hope.

Harry held his breath waiting for his mistress' answer. A chance not only to see Severus again, but to be a guest at a party instead of a servant would be extraordinary.

After a moment of thought, Cassia inclined her head. "I suppose."

Harry smiled all the way home.

***********

The next day, against her better judgement, the mistress let Harry and Ron return to the market. Hermionium was beside herself with envy. "Oh, I can't believe all that I missed yesterday."

"Where were you?" Ron asked.

"The wine wasn't ready," she told them. "Marcus was in so much trouble for not having the batch bottled, but it was the rest of us that suffered. We had to stay at the house all day."

Another tremor interrupted them but this one was brief.

"The ground has been shaking a lot recently," Hermione said with a frown.

Ron rolled his eyes. "The ground shakes a lot in all of Campania."

"Oh, Ron… more than usual I mean. I read all about the last time the earth shook. It was the year we were born, you know. They're still doing repairs from it."

"Where'd you read about that?" Ron wanted to know.

"My master has extensive records of just about everything."

"Does your master know you've been nosing about in his scrolls?"

Hermione blushed. "No, but it was just lying around one day while I was cleaning. And, oh my, is that the Vettius brother you saved, Harry?"

Harry swung around and sure enough, Severus was standing at a booth across the street. He spotted Harry and smiled.

Harry smiled back, somewhat embarrassed. He could still feel the man's hand on his knee. His burgeoning sexuality reasserted itself and Harry knew he wanted that touch again.

"Oh, no. He's coming over here," Hermione said.

"Maybe, he needs some oil for his salves. Harry did use up some of his poultices," Ron pointed out.

The man stopped before them and gave them each a nod before turning to Harry. "Hello, Harrius."

He was draped in black again and Harry couldn't stop his eyes from wandering over the tall form. "Lord Vettius," Harry said with a nod, then he indicated Hermione. "This is Ronaldis, who you met yesterday and this is Hermionium of the Villa of Mysteries."

Severus addressed her directly. Harry liked the way the man seemed to treat everyone with respect. "Ah, they make fine wines at the Villa."

"Thank you, sir," she replied.

"How is your foot?" he asked Harry.

Harry looked down at it. "It's fine. I'm pretty tough."

Severus nodded and looked to his friends. "Might I borrow Harrius for a bit? Just until the midday rest?"

Harry bit his lip. "I don't know."

Ron leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Go on, Harry. We'll cover for you."

Since Harry had told Ron about how Severus made him feel, he appreciated the support.

Hermione wrung her hands. "Oh, Harry, you could get into so much trouble if -"

"He's not going to get into trouble," Ron hissed at her. To Harry, he added, "Just go with him. He likes you and even if he isn't all that attractive, maybe you'll have a good time."

Harry disagreed with Ron's opinion. True, the man's features were a little severe taken individually, but together, he thought Severus looked regal, domineering. Harry actually found him very appealing.

Severus took his arm and Harry allowed himself to be escorted away from the booth. He hoped Kingsley had a long shopping list that morning.

"Have you ever been to the public baths?" Severus asked, his hand slowly moving up and down Harry's arm.

"Um… no. Mistress won't let me. She says I'm too pretty."

Severus snorted. "Well, I'm sure she is correct, but I know of one that is almost always empty at this time of day," he said. "One that could ensure us complete privacy."

Harry looked up. "Really?"

"Yes." Severus nodded. "I know the city official who maintains it."

They walked past the citium and neared the Stabian Gate. Severus pointed out several shops and shared some rather wicked stories about one of the brothels. Harry discovered that Severus had once had an awkward time with a prostitute named Smirina before accepting the fact that he preferred men.

Harry tried to conceal how much that information thrilled him, but Severus' smile implied that he'd done a poor job of it.

"I didn't know there was a bath down here," Harry said.

Severus smirked at his change of subject. "It was severely damaged in the last big quake," he said. "And few know that it has been reopened, which is why it will suit our purposes today."

The comment was accompanied by an intense look that made Harrius shiver - in a very pleasant manner. Could Severus be interested in him?

They entered the building, and as it was Harry's first time in a public bath he tried to take in every detail. Everything was so big. The arched ceiling was high and the walls and floor were lined with mosaic tile. Pictures depicting beautiful strangers dotted the room and luxurious padded benches circled the pools.

Severus led him straight through the caldarium. The inside pool area of the tepidarium was empty. Steam rose from the clear water, moistening the air. Severus pulled off his toga and let it drop to the floor. Harry quickly scooped it up and laid it across one of the many clothing benches.

"Harrius, leave it and come on," Severus said. Harry looked over at Severus as he pulled off his tunic, leaving him naked save for his shorts. When those too hit the floor, Harry could only stare at Severus' unclothed form.

Just as Harry had imagined, Severus was long and lean. Not a single bulge of typical Roman-overfed flesh could be seen on his pale body. Almost hairless, his skin glistened from the humidity and Harry's eyes moved unabashed, following the contours of the hard planes. He was also quite erect and Harry stared at the impressive feature for several moments. Inwardly, he giggled, wondering if he should fetch a scale.

"Harrius?"

Harry looked back at Severus' face as Severus moved down the steps into the heated water. "Aren't you going to come in?" Severus asked suggestively.

"What if someone comes in?" Harry returned, looking around. Though he doubted anyone would; the place seemed deserted.

"We will pretend you are my servant," Severus said, leaning back against the wall. Harry could still clearly see his form through the water. "It is perfectly acceptable to have you with me to help me."

Help him? Was he serious? Harrius couldn't stop his face from heating up. Severus wanted him to get in the water? Touch that sleek, pale body? All that skin?

"So come on," Severus bade. "Take off your tunica and come in. Don't you want to?"

Of course, he did. The slave's baths at the House of the Faun, though generous compared to some, were nothing near the size of this, and to submerge totally in the water sounded like heaven.

"Harrius."

Harry licked his lips. "My friends call me 'Harry'." As quickly as he could, he tugged his tunica over his head, pulled off his loincloth and entered the water. He couldn't help his sigh as the hot water enveloped him.

Severus walked across the pool towards Harry and he leaned against the side. The water came all the way up to Harry's chest. He found himself relaxing despite his situation.

"So, what do you think?"

"It's wonderful," Harry said with a sigh then gasped as fingers trailed up his thigh. His stomach clenched and heat coiled in his gut again, giving rise to his now interested member.

"You do have a preference for men, don't you?" Severus asked.

Harry could only nod as those fingers stroked up and down his hip.

"Are you interested in me?"

Harry nodded again as Severus drew closer. They were almost touching. Harry leaned back so he could tilt his head to look up into Severus' face. He gaze was intense again, black as night but bright, as if there were a fire lit behind them.

"Do you want me, Harry?"

Harry's gaze was caught and held. "I don't- I mean I've never- so I don't really-"

Severus smiled. "It pleases me that you've known no other's touch," he said softly. "But you should know if you want me. Do you want me to touch you?"

That one was easy. "Yes."

Harry gasped then groaned as the hand at his hip covered his erection, then moaned as it tightened around it.

"I can teach you things, Harry. Would you like that?"

Harry nodded.

"May I kiss you?"

"Oh, yes, please." Harry offered his mouth and was unprepared for the onslaught of pleasure as Severus' possessive lips covered his and a smooth tongue entered his mouth, tasting him. Another groan was pulled from his chest as the hand on his cock slowly moved up and down.

Severus' lips moved from his mouth but didn't leave his skin. Hot kisses traveled around his jaw and down his throat. Harry's head fell back, his eyes rolling in response to the tingles running through his body, all coursing down to his swollen prick.

As Severus' mouth sucked on his throat, a hand moved to his chest, caressing the smooth surface. It pinched his nipple and Harry's hips jolted forward into Severus' other hand.

It was like his senses were in overload. Pleasure pounded through him and still that hand rubbed insistently at his cock.

"So beautiful," Severus whispered in his ear.

"By the gods," Harry gasped.

"It's all right, Harry. Let go."

Fingers were moving around, touching his sack and pushing the skin behind it. That hand continued to pull at his throbbing erection. Severus' mouth covered Harry's again just as the world exploded in light and pleasure.

As the world righted itself, Harry tried to get control of his breathing.

"Beautiful."

Harry opened his eyes. Severus was watching him, his black eyes dilated and his expression fierce. Harry watched in amazement as Severus' hand moved to his own erection. Up and down, the elegant hand moved under the water, from base to tip. Harry licked his lips as a thumb swept over the slit.

Fascinated, Harry reached out and let his hand circle Severus'. Severus guided it underneath, so that it was Harry's hand stroking the thick cock. It was large and heavy in his palm, and Harry found he couldn't take his eyes off the sight of their two hands sliding in tandem under the water.

Severus groaned. "Faster, Harry."

A feeling of power swept over him and he moved forward, fixing his grip. Only seconds later he had a rhythm that Severus seemed to enjoy. His own cock stirred again watching Severus' face twist in pleasure.

With a throaty groan, Severus spilt his seed between them, and Harry watched with some amount of satisfaction as it spurted into the water. He looked up at Severus and smiled.

"Thank you."

Severus leaned down and kissed Harry's mouth firmly. "You're welcome."

As it was getting late, they rinsed off quickly and dressed. Worried over the time, Harry couldn't enjoy a leisurely stroll back to the market. Severus read his concern and with a fond smile, told him to run along.

"I will see you soon," Severus called as Harry rushed through the forum. Harry waved in return and continued to his booth.

Once there, Ron started with the questions. "Where did you go?" he asked, curious and excited.

"The baths," Harry replied simply. He was glad Hermione had returned to her own booth for she would have been scandalized.

"How was it?"

Harry sighed. "Fabulous."

******

5 August, 79 AD

Harry stood silently next to his mistress as they awaited entry into the lush atrium. Cassia had dressed him finely in a full tunic with a colored toga and his sandals were open-toed, just like a real citizen's.

"Remember, be respectful," his mistress said for about the hundredth time. "You may be a guest here tonight, but you must remember your station."

"Yes, mistress," Harry dutifully replied. He hadn't seen Severus since the day at the baths and he wondered if their intimacies were a one-off. Harry hoped not. The images of what they had done, and what he had felt had recurred in his dreams all week. They had not even entered the house yet and he was half-hard.

They were shown into the Grand Atrium and he stayed with his mistress, afraid to look up. People filled the hall, chatting and gossiping, but Harry tuned it out. Although he desperately wanted to be a citizen, the politics bored him.

Many people spoke to Cassia; some gave Harry an acknowledgement, but most simply eyed him curiously and didn't comment.

"So here's our hero."

Harry looked up to see Severus' blond brother step up to them.

"Hello, Lucius," Cassia said, offering her cheek, which Lucius kissed. She then shook hands with the blond woman beside him.

He was introduced to the man's wife, Narcissa, but she barely gave him a glance, so Harry took the opportunity to look around. Severus was across the room and Harry prayed to Apollo, who had brought them together, that Severus would notice him.

When Severus failed to look his way, Harry felt a distinct churn in his stomach. Was he to be dismissed so easily? While Harry understood that the man was far above his class, he couldn't help being disappointed.

They were led into the triclinium and they all found spots on the benches while the meal was served. Harry felt strangely unnerved as the servant attended them. Trying not to make eye contact with anyone, Harry managed to eat some of his meal. The free flow of wine helped the food go down.

Towards the end of the meal, Severus stood up, an ornamented cup in his hand.

"As most of you have heard," he began. "I was almost flattened by the Sundial of Apollo last week. If not for the courage and quick thinking of this noble young man," he gestured toward Harry, "I would have been completely crushed." Severus finally met Harry's gaze and lifted his cup. "You have my eternal gratitude, Harrius." To the rest at the table, he said, "To Harrius."

They echoed the toast and Severus sat down again, but he didn't break eye contact with Harry. Harry felt his face burn at the praise as well as from Severus' steady gaze.

"If I become elected," a man across the table spoke up. "I will ensure that none of the statues or columns of Pompeii fall so easily. There will be mandates, guidelines for their construction."

"And how will you do that, Julius?" Cassia asked with a light laugh. "Most of the structures in Pompeii are older than you are. Will you tear them all down?"

The conversation around the table continued but Harrius wasn't paying attention. His attention was still captured by Severus' stare. Severus looked intense, hungry even, and the passion in his gaze seemed to have a direct connection to Harry's groin because he instantly became fully erect.

All Harrius could do was watch those dark eyes. So much so that he didn't notice Severus' nephew looking between the two of them with an evil expression. All Harry wanted was to be alone with Severus again.

Thankfully, the meal ended and Harry was again awed that he was invited to go back to one of the Atriums along with the rest of the guests. Normally, he'd be clearing the table and cleaning up the triclinium.

He was stopped in one of the hallways by Severus' nephew. Harry was grateful for his attire because the other young man - was it Draco? - was certainly dressed to impress.

"You must be Uncle Severus' flavor of the month," he said with a sniff. He looked Harry up and down. "Although you are easier on the eyes than the others. I hope you don't get ideas above your station because it doesn't mean anything to Severus. He certainly couldn't be interested in a slave for anything other than sex."

Harry decided that he really didn't like the boy. In truth, he had no idea what Draco was talking about. Ideas above his station? It was baffling. As if Severus could do anything to improve his station. Harry's parents were slaves, he was a slave and nothing short of a gift from the gods would change that.

"Draco, are you boring Harrius with your insipid whining?" Severus said as he stepped up to them. Harry couldn't have been more pleased.

"I do not whine."

"Of course not. Come along, Harrius," Severus said, taking Harry's arm. "Let's see if we can find something better to talk about."

Severus led him through the many halls of the house and into a bedroom. Harry had never seen a bed so large. The room was clearly only meant for sleeping and Harry figured that, like his own mistress, Severus probably had other rooms, for dressing and for conducting business. This one had little furnishings aside from the bed, but the walls were elegantly done in tile and there was a lovely fresco opposite the foot of the bed.

"Harrius?"

Harry looked up at Severus. "He said I was your flavor of the month."

Severus scowled. "I'll kill him."

"What does he mean?"

Taking a step closer to Harry, Severus placed a hand on Harry's cheek. "He is simply referring to the fact that I've had a lot of lovers. Don't listen to him. I've never felt such desire - or such affection for anyone."

"So it wasn't a one-off?"

"Oh, no, my dear Harrius," Severus said in his deep tones which sent a pulse of heat through Harry. "I assure you, if it is your wish, I have much more to teach you."

Harry reached up and pulled Severus' head down, pressing his lips to his mouth. He quickly inserted his tongue, brushing it over Severus' as he tasted him again. Severus groaned.

"You learn fast, Harry," Severus said as he pulled away. They were both breathing heavily.

Bravely, Harry pressed his hand between Severus' legs. The bulge was firm beneath his palm. "You're already hard," Harry said with surprise.

Severus shrugged out of his toga. "Oh, indeed. Very hard for you, Harry. I have been thinking of you all week. Have you been thinking of me?"

"Yes," Harry gasped as Severus grasped the bottom of Harry's tunic and pulled it over his head, toga and all. Then his hands were all over Harry's skin, caressing and fondling any place he could reach.

"I dared not even look at you earlier, or I may have done this on the table in front of the guests," Severus said against the skin of his throat.

That confession made Harry's heart light and he began his own exploration, touching and tasting, using his lips and teeth to research the strange, yet familiar, body. Never before had he used his mouth to feel, and judging by the noises Severus was making, he assumed it was pleasurable. When he reached Severus' glorious cock he couldn't help but lick it. It was salty and tangy and undeniably delicious. Harry was addicted already. He wrapped his lips around the thick length, sucking and tonguing it until Severus whimpered.

Suddenly he was pulled up, and pushed back onto the bed. Severus' body quickly covered his own and Harry groaned at the skin on skin contact. His legs dropped open, spreading himself wide as if he was born to do it. Severus took the invitation, settling in between them as he lined up their erections, which were becoming moist with excitement.

Severus mouth devoured his again, and Harry became lost in the kisses as their bodies moved together.

"I want you, Harry," Severus said thickly. "I want to feel you around me."

George had told Harry exactly what those words meant and Harry was thrilled to hear them. He pulled his legs as wide as they would go. "Yes, Severus," he said breathlessly. "Show me. Fill me."

Severus smiled down on him and kissed him quickly before he left the bed for a moment. As he returned, holding a small jar, he stopped, his eyes running over Harry greedily. "Perfect," he whispered before returning to the spot between Harry's legs.

Whatever Harry had been expecting, it certainly wasn't the low burn followed by the intense need for more. Severus' fingers didn't seem to be enough, but he hushed Harry when he asked for more. Slowly, he felt himself being stretched and Severus even found a spot within him that made his hips jump off the bed in pleasure.

When the craving for more grew so intense that he begged, Severus decided Harry was ready. He positioned his cock and leaned over Harry. "Are you ready, Harry?"

Harry was nearly panting in anticipation. "Yes, by the gods. Yes!"

"Just relax and let me in," Severus cooed, his voice rich and hypnotic.

Harry wrapped his legs around Severus' waist but Severus took a hold of his ankles and held them up and away. The feel of Severus sinking into him was bliss and Harry forced himself to breathe deeply, trying to contain his impatience.

Finally, Severus was fully sheathed and he placed Harry's legs over his shoulders, and leaned forward. Harry ran his hands up and down his arms, locked on either side of him. He looked down at where they were joined and squeezed his canal. Severus gasped, and reeled back and thrust himself in.

Harry arched in pleasure.

"Vixen," Severus swore and thrust in again. As he hit that spot again, Harry cried out and reached down to touch his aching cock. "Do it, Harry," Severus bade, his voice rough with passion. "Show me."

Groaning, Harry wrapped his hand around his erection and stroked in time with Severus' thrusts. Each new angle brought more pleasure and Harry couldn't last more than a few pulls. Shouting out Severus' name, he came in a thick stream and Severus followed him over the peak.

As their bodies calmed, Severus settled Harry onto his chest and kissed his sweat-soaked temple.

"Where did you get this mark?" Severus asked softly, tracing the zig-zag shape on Harry's forehead.

Harry shrugged, nestling into Severus shoulder. "Mistress Cassia said I was born with it," he said. "She said it means something special will happen to me."

Severus smiled. "I believe it," he murmured.

Eventually, they forced themselves out of bed and Harry was surprised to see that Severus had a basin of water and some cloths in the corner of the room. As Severus washed Harry, he explained how he'd hoped they'd have this time together. Harry only half heard the explanation as he hardened under Severus' touch again.

Severus dressed as Harry started to dry himself. Severus soon took the cloth away and began to dry Harry himself. "If you stopped watching me, you might be more successful," Severus muttered but he didn't look very angry. In fact, he spent a bit more time drying Harry's cock then it needed. And now, Harry's over-sensitive cock was dripping.

"Youth," Severus muttered and he pushed Harry, still naked, back onto the bed. Without warning, he leaned down and engulfed Harry's erection in his mouth. Instinctively, Harry thrust into the moist opening, feeling Severus' tongue. It didn't take long before Harry was grasping the bed covering and coming again.

Severus swallowed it all and leaned over Harry and kissed him leisurely, allowing him to taste himself. Sated and filled with such happiness, Harry wasn't sure if he'd be able to move. Severus' urging soon got him going, and they surreptitiously returned to the party.

When Harry's mistress announced that it was time to go, Harry left the Vettii household with the promise that he would see Severus again soon.

********

They met often in the marketplace and Severus showed Harry more of the city. They explored and discovered parts of the city that even Severus had not known about. Severus took him to the gymnasium, a place that puzzled Harry; everyone seemed more interested in socializing than in actual physical training. They visited the theater while no one was there and Harry pretended to be an actor on stage, valiantly defending his lover with an imaginary sword. Then they made passionate love in one of the dressing rooms.

Harry also accompanied Severus on several occasions when he had to deliver poultices. They visited Lucretius Fronto's house. Lucretius was a rather stuffy man, but very hospitable as he was grateful to get the elixir for his stomach cramps. At the house of Julia Felix, however, Harry was recognized as she knew his mistress. Harry made up a quick lie, stating that he had only accompanied Lord Vettii so that he could see the amphitheater, which was nearby.

Lady Felix hadn't looked all that convinced, so Severus quickly detailed the instructions for her sleeping draught and they left. Harry hadn't been able to help his giggles as they made their way back towards the forum. Annoyed, Severus had taken Harry swiftly up against the city wall.

*********

15 August, 79 AD

Harry secretly watched as his mistress led Severus into the atrium. It was a completely different crowd than was at the Vettii's party and she graciously introduced him. Harry was serving that night, as he usually did, and he was very self-conscious at having Severus see him this way.

While Severus never brought up Harry's station, Harry couldn't help but feel it profoundly tonight. How was he supposed to serve knowing Severus would be watching him? Just thinking of those intense eyes made his cock twitch.

Several people helped themselves from the cheeses on Harry's tray and by the time Harry looked again, Severus was alone across the room. And he was looking at Harry. His gaze swept up and down his form as if Harry were standing there naked. Flustered, Harry looked away but his cock still felt Severus' eyes on him. It had a mind of its own and when Severus was around, it was always ready.

Harry quickly moved to the back room to refill his tray. How was he going to get through the night? Leaning against the table, he tried to will away his erection.

"Are you hard for me, Harrius?" Severus said softly, from right behind him.

He turned to face his lover and Severus took advantage, reaching underneath Harry's tunica. "Hm. I see that you are," he said, his long fingers stroked over the loincloth that grew tighter by the moment. "This is a little tight. Why don't you take it off?"

"Take it off?" Harry asked.

"Mm, yes," he said, pressing a kiss to Harry's temple. "Do you know what it will do to me to see you serving all these dignitaries, knowing you are erect and without tether?"

Harry swallowed, growing even harder. Severus pulled the tie and the cloth fell into his hand. He pushed it into his sleeve and lifted the bottom of Harry's tunica to look at the straining cock he had just freed.

Licking his lips, he ran his hand over it. "Lovely." Brushing a finger over the tip, he gathered some of the leaking fluid and sucked it into his mouth.

Harry's head fell back, closing his eyes as they rolled. It was so good.

"Harrius!"

Harry jumped and Severus quickly straightened his tunic until he appeared somewhat decent. His flushed cheeks and reddened lips ruined it. But Severus couldn't find fault.

"Go."

Harry picked up a tray of bread and cheeses and headed back out to the Tuscan Atrium.

Harry wasn't sure how he got through the night. Between Severus' smoldering looks and his raging hard-on, which Severus' stares only worsened, he felt as if he'd explode at the slightest touch. He was sure that everyone knew he had an erection beneath his tunica. Occasionally, someone would walk by him too fast, either brushing him or causing a breeze up his shirt, and he'd have to stop and breathe deeply before continuing.

Whenever that happened he would look up and see Severus staring hungrily at him, as if he knew that Harry was just short of shooting a load in front of Cassia's guests. When everyone moved into the triclinium, Harry sighed with relief. Ron and George were serving dinner tonight. All he had to do was clean up the atrium for when they returned after the meal for late drinks.

Fred and Molly were setting up several of the spare rooms for the political sex, which always tended to happen at these parties. Harry had seen several girls from one of the brothels circulating around the room earlier. He wondered wickedly if his mistress would mind terribly if he and Severus made quick use of one room so he could find release. Severus was a guest, after all.

"Are you thinking of me?" a voiced floated behind him. Harry turned and had to look up, Severus was so close. A hand moved under his hem and pressed against the cause for his distress that night. "I see that you are."

Harry groaned, his head falling back, eyes closed as the fingers gently curled around his cock. He could feel it throbbing in the man's palm and Harry prayed to the gods that Severus would do something.

"Do you know how desirable you are, Harrius?" Severus whispered close to his ear. "How I've been fantasizing about taking you hard in front of all those people? How hard I've been for you knowing you are erect and unrestrained under your clothes?"

Harry groaned again.

"Psst, Harry."

Harry quickly pulled away from Severus and moved to the doorway where Fred was waving him over.

"If you're going to fornicate then take it to a room where the mistress won't see. Use that one." He indicated one of the 'prepared rooms'. "I'll keep my mother away and clean it after you're done."

Harry blinked. "You'd do that for me?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "You're like my little brother, Harry. Of course, I expect the same in return." He ruffled Harry's hair.

"Thanks, Fred."

Harry grabbed Severus' arm and pulled him into the room. The door had barely clicked closed when Severus pushed Harry to his hands and knees on the bed and inserted two oiled fingers into his opening.

Harry gasped, fighting the urge to stroke his own cock to completion. "Hurry, Severus," he said breathlessly.

Severus was hurrying. In fact, Severus seemed as impatient as Harry. Skilled fingers caressed Harry from the inside, mercilessly teasing that spot inside him that spread fire through his blood. Then that thick cock was deep within him, invading in long hard strokes.

Harry panted as Severus' hands gripped his hips, steadying him against the heavy thrusts while his mouth moved, kissing and licking Harry's sweat-slicked neck and back. Harry felt the heat and pressure building. He knew he was close, but before he could beg, Severus' hand moved and encircled Harry's eager cock.

Biting down on Harry's neck, Severus squeezed and pulled and Harry came hard, barely suppressing a shout of Severus' name. He continued to spasm, his tight canal closing around Severus' thrusts until Severus too growled and came.

Collapsing on the bed, they entwined around each other, breathing deeply until their racing hearts steadied. Only one quick knock on the door and a whispered "hurry" got them moving.

After quickly wiping themselves off and dressing, they stopped to enjoy a leisurely kiss, mouths clinging in an embrace driven by sated passion rather than lust. Reluctantly, they pulled apart, Severus dropping one last kiss to Harry's temple.

Peering out of the room first, Severus left. Harry followed a few seconds later. Molly berated him for not having the atrium prepared yet, and Harry apologized and hurriedly cleaned up, a smile still gracing his red, swollen lips.

Harry didn't see Severus the rest of the night as his duties didn't include serving any more at the party. Late night drinks and other comforts were provided by the 'help' the mistress had hired for the night.

It wasn't until later, on his way to his bedroom that Harry overheard his mistress's voice. Stopping to listen outside the archway to the entrance atrium, Harry was surprised by the topic of conversation.

"His father was a gladiator. But when Emperor Neromort punished us for the riot those years ago and closed our amphitheater-"

"They were dark times." Severus' voice. Harry would know its deep, smooth tones anywhere.

"Indeed," Cassia went on. "Neromort blamed Dumbledore for the riot as he was the owner of most of the gladiators and had figured that they were to blame for inciting the crowd to fight. James was sent to Rome to fight in the games there and most of Dumbledore's slaves were sold, including Harrius' mother. I bought several of the female slaves for my house, including Lily, who was not yet showing that she was with child, and Molly, who was swelling with her child, and Molly's younger boys. Her older ones were also sent to Rome."

"Why are you telling me this?" Severus asked. Harry was curious as well.

"So that you know that Harrius is an orphan. All he's ever known is this household."

Harry had to smirk. He knew a great deal more now.

"I understand that, Cassia," Severus said. "In fact, I feel a strange but strong affinity to him, as my brother and I descend from a freed family. Is there any hope of you freeing him? He deserves his freedom."

Harry's heart leapt.

"Perhaps he does deserve it, but I fear it cannot be soon," his mistress said, to Harry's disappointment. "Harrius is much more than a slave to me, Severus. He is family. All of my slaves are. Perhaps I am too sentimental and too lenient for I have sheltered all of them. Harrius may be of age now, but he is far from an adult. His naiveté and innocence is part of his charm. Perhaps that is all you see, Severus. Most men find that very appealing."

"While that is true, Madam, there is so much more I would show him, teach him."

"Until you tire of him?" Cassia's voice grew cold. "Grow weary of his questions? You don't know him yet. He is most curious and-"

"It is you that do not-"

"Listen well, Severus," she interrupted. "Harrius has always had a thirst for adventure. It is his unwavering loyalty to his parents and to me that has kept him within the bounds of his class. If he is given a taste of more than is allowed to those of his station, I fear only pain and bitterness will result."

"Then let me buy him from you, Cassia." Harry almost gasped at the offer. "I would do right by him and eventually make him-"

"No, Severus. Harrius is not for sale. I would not be doing his family service if I allowed him to become a sex-toy for a man twice his age."

Severus breathed in harshly. "I fear you have the wrong impression of me, Madam."

Harry heard the rustle of movement as if they were standing and he pressed himself further into the corner.

"Perhaps, but until such time as you have shown me different, my answer must remain the same. And if you see fit to continue to see him in the market, then I will restrict him to the house."

"He would not thank you for that."

"No, he would not. But the blame would be yours. Good day, sir."

Harry's heart sank further as he heard the door close behind his lover. How had she found out? Maybe the boys - no. His friends wouldn't have told. Kingsley may have said something but he didn't know the extent of-

Julia Felix. Lady Felix, who had seen Harry when Severus delivered her medicine. Of course. She must have said something. And now Severus was told he couldn't see Harry anymore. Harry wondered if his mistress's words would influence his lover.

Fortunately, they didn't. Severus continued to come to the market each day, only now they had to be more careful. Ron, Fred and George covered for Harry as he would sneak off with Severus to the baths (their private one - as they called it), or back to Severus' house, if his family was out. Hermione still worried, but seeing how happy Harry had become made her tongue silent.

*********

19 August, 79 AD

"Harrius, calm down."

They had managed to keep their affair from his mistress. Of this, Harry was sure, else Cassia would never have allowed him to accompany them on this outing today.

"I'm sorry, mistress," Harry said, trying to quell his excitement. It was his first time to the amphitheater (since he and Severus didn't really go to see it last week) and the first time he'd be seeing the gladiator games. He was quite proud that his father had been a gladiator rather than a regular slave. It seemed far more exciting, as well as prestigious. A successful gladiator could become a celebrity as well as win his freedom.

However, his excitement stilled quickly after the games began. Harry began to see the dangers as well as the reluctance in the fighters' movements. They were forced. Just like him, they were forced to do the job simply because they had the physical attributes to fight. In addition, they would have to kill if the game called for it.

Harry's stomach cramped and something revolted in his gut. "I have to use the lavatory," he muttered, rising.

"But it's just started," Ron complained.

"I'll be back in a few minutes," Harry told him. "Stay, enjoy the games."

"Are you alright, Harrius?" Cassia asked. "You look a bit peaked."

"I'm okay," he assured. "I just have to go…"

Cassia nodded. "Come right back," she instructed.

With a hasty agreement, Harry left the arena and rushed to the closest latrine. Once in the small room he leaned against the wall, ignoring the stench from the buckets. He moved to the basin and ran some water, splashing his face with the cool water.

"Harrius?"

Harry looked up to see Severus' form filling the doorway.

"Are you alright?" he asked. "You left the arena very quickly."

Harry hung his head. "I couldn't watch," he confessed. "I thought I could, but…" He sighed. "They're slaves. They have no choice."

Suddenly, Severus' arms were around him and Harry relaxed into the embrace, soaking up Severus' strength. Severus maneuvered him outside and away from prying eyes into a nearby cella.

"It's just so wrong," Harry mumbled into Severus' chest.

"I know, Harry," Severus said, his lips pressing Harry's temple. "You know, I believe that your parents weren't born slaves."

Harry looked up. "Really?"

"Indeed. Cassia told me that they belonged to Dumbledore."

Harry nodded. "That's what she told me."

Severus ran his fingers down Harry's face, as if he just adored touching him. "Many of Dumbledore's slaves were those captured from the first resistance of the Social League."

"But that was many years ago," Harry said, confused.

"Yes, but the League continued, even after the surrender following the conquest of Nola," Severus told him. "I believe your parents were part of the League still trying to regain Pompeii's freedom from Rome."

Harry blinked. His parents, subversives? "It doesn't matter," he said softly. "I'm still a slave and the mistress will never free me. And she'll never sell me."

Severus lifted his chin. "You heard us talking, didn't you?"

Harry nodded.

"Then you also know that your position doesn't change my feelings for you," Severus said.

"It doesn't?"

Severus shook his head as he lowered it. Their lips touched tentatively before Severus crushed Harry's mouth with a possessive kiss. "I will always want you, Harry," he said against Harry's lips as he pulled Harry into his body, their hips firmly pressed together so Harry could feel the truth of the statement.

Severus' hands cupped Harry's buttocks as he ground their growing erections together. Even with the layers of fabric between them, Harry's cock swelled. He groaned as Severus pushed him against the wall, his mouth fierce on Harry's swelling lips.

Hooking an arm under Harry's leg, he pulled it up, lifting Harry several inches from the floor. He braced his hands against the wall, his other leg dangling. "Let me see that lovely cock, Harry," Severus whispered, pushing his tunica to his waist and yanking off his loincloth. Exposed before Severus' eyes, Harry's penis hardened painfully further.

"Yes, you want it as much as I, don't you?"

"Yes," Harry gasped, his cock throbbing with need.

Severus pulled a jar from his sack and uncorked it with his teeth. Coating his fingers, he stopped the jar again and let it fall. Then he reached between Harry's legs and began to push into Harry's hole. With a gasp, he tried to relax as the fingers moved within him. The pleasure was blinding as Severus found that spot and caressed it, bringing Harry to new levels of want.

"Please, Severus. Please."

Rubbing the excess oil on his own prick, Severus shifted Harry's legs and settled him on top of his erection. Pushing back into the wall, Harry tried to impale himself on that gorgeous shaft, but Severus calmed him. Entering slowly, Severus let Harry's weight guide his penetration until Harry was fully seated and filled.

"By the gods," Harry said, panting.

Hands supporting Harry's buttocks, Severus withdrew slightly then thrust back in. Harry moaned, his own straining cock purple and leaking as Severus began to pound into him. Harry dared not move his own hands for they were the leverage that kept him securely pinned to the wall, but he knew it would only take a touch or a stroke to push him over the edge.

Severus was close too, Harry's begging working like an aphrodisiac on Severus' impending climax. With another thrust, Severus froze, his head thrown back as he emptied himself into Harry's warmth.

As Severus came down from his climax, he looked at Harry, still dazed with need and leaned forward to crush their lips together. Their mouths still locked, he gently lowered Harry's legs to the floor and grasped Harry's hands as they reached for his desperate cock.

Harry began thrusting into Severus' leg, trying to get the friction that would satisfy his need, but then Severus stepped away.

"Severus," Harry begged, pulling at his hands. "Please."

Severus was looking down at Harry's cock, still engorged and leaking copiously, his tunica tucked behind it as it strained towards Severus.

"Beautiful," Severus breathed, then he dropped to his knees and engulfed Harry's cock with his mouth. Harry gasped, arching into the lips. It only took one deep-throated suck before Harry was spilling his seed into Severus' mouth.

Severus held Harry up as his knees weakened from his climax, then he pulled Harry into his arms again.

"Feel better?"

"Mm," was all Harry could manage.

They washed up to prepare to return to the arena, and Severus helped him rewrap his loincloth and straighten out his clothes.

"Did you follow us here?" Harry asked as they left the cella.

"I was watching your house," Severus said with a smirk. "I figured Cassia would take you with them or leave you at home. If she had left you, then I would have visited you there."

Harry smiled and looked up at his lover's face. "I love you too, Severus."

With a surprisingly tender smile, Severus leaned down and kissed him. "Remember that, my Harrius," he whispered.

With a sigh, Harry moved through the archway and returned to his seat. He couldn't help the smile that lingered on his well-kissed lips. Unfortunately, his mistress noticed.

*******

"I warned him, Harrius," Cassia said as Kingsley dragged Harry by the arm towards his room.

"But-"

"I can not control his actions," she continued. "But I can control yours."

"You never told me not to see him," Harry argued.

"Which is why you are not going to be lashed," Cassia said, which shut Harry up. As they reached his room, she turned to him. "Harrius, he doesn't love you," she said sadly.

Harry raised his chin. "He does."

"He's using you."

"But I love him."

Cassia sighed. "I know you think you do-"

"I do!"

"Which is all the more reason I have to protect you," she said decisively and with a nod to Kingsley, Harry was pushed into his room. He heard a bolt, which hadn't been on his door to begin with, slide into place.

Confined to house chores and locked in his room when they were completed, Harry had ample time to devise a plan to escape. He loved his family very much, but he loved Severus more. He had to leave, had to run away.

******

24 August, 79 AD 1:00 PM

Severus crossed the forum; a deep frown creased his forehead. Five days and he'd not seen Harrius. Had Cassia found out? Had she confined him as she'd promised? The thought of Harry confined to his house, unable to wander the city caused a sharp pain in his stomach.

In truth, he'd not felt like this about any man, slave or free. Was it love? Severus could only assume it was. He was an intelligent man, not prone to fits of romance or sentiment, but the ache in his chest, the itch in his veins could only be caused by Harry's absence. Harry had said that he loved him. It had caused such joy in his heart to hear those words from Harry's luscious mouth. Harrius might be young, but Severus believed that Harry knew his heart.

Gazing around the market, he could see the life and soul of the city. Merchants and shoppers drifted amid the heart of Pompeii under the watchful gaze of Jupiter and his son, Apollo, who had brought Harry to him. But even their fair city didn't seem as beautiful without Harry beside him, asking questions and making quirky observations about the people and the shops.

With resolve, Severus made his way to the House of the Faun. He had seen their booth of oils set up in the market that morning. It was after the midday rest now, and he knew Cassia would be home. Severus found confrontation distasteful, but for Harry, he knew he had to do something. And if he failed to sway the lady's heart, then he would find a way to steal his Harrius away.

A servant opened the door at Severus' knock and he announced himself and requested to speak with Mistress Cassia. The lady came quickly, indeed almost before he could enter the Atrium.

"You should not be here, Severus," she said crossly.

"Just listen to me," Severus implored, trying to move her inside the house, hoping to glimpse his Harry.

Before the lady could argue, an explosion unlike anything that Severus had ever heard roared through the air. They stared at one another, shocked, before stepping into the street, peering up at the mountain that seemed to be crying out in pain. A large cloud of a black substance rose over it, seeming to fill the vast sky, and then began to descend to earth like black snow.

"By Jupiter! What is going on?" Cassia gasped.

In his mind, Severus searched through the vast amounts of knowledge he had accumulated during his years until it locked on the only obvious explanation. Their lovely mountain was a volcano. The Greek scientist Strabone had warned of such things, citing some of the most horrific occurrences imaginable.

"Pack up your household and leave the city now, Cassia," Severus warned. "I must warn my brother."

"But surely-"

But even as she started speaking, flurries of gray matter began to fall onto the city.

"Cassia, do as I say," Severus barked. "It's only going to get worse."

As he left the house and rushed home, he saw many of the city's inhabitants studying the strange snow that had begun to rain down on them. Most were looking to the mountain, which continued to groan.

He told as many people as he could to flee and some seemed convinced enough to heed his advice, but most simply sought shelter from the deluge of ash that became thicker as he continued towards his home.

Lucius refused to listen to him. Severus pored through his scrolls, looking for the proof he needed, but Lucius remained adamant that he wouldn't leave the home they had both worked so hard to develop.

Finally, Severus gave up and started to pack.

*****

4 PM

There were four inches of ash on the ground as Severus moved back through the city. The sky was dark, the cloud of black blocking the sun, and the sinister, gritty rain continued to fall. Most of his neighbors seemed more curious than frightened of the deluge, moving their things inside their homes and closing shutters, as if to wait out a summer storm.

"Idiots," Severus muttered. He had a bag of clothes and some valuables, which would fetch a good price in any city, as well as all the gold, silver and Roman money he could carry. He also had his credentials. All he needed now was Harry.

Again he found himself before the doors of the House of the Faun, but this time, Severus was surprised how quickly it opened at his knock. More surprising was that it was the lady of the house who pulled open the door and grasped Severus by his toga.

"Oh, Severus," the lady cried. "Harrius has run away."

Severus' mouth fell open, but he quickly gathered his wits. The timing couldn't be worse.

"I should have noticed how withdrawn and unhappy he was," Cassia sobbed. "It's my fault."

As much as Severus wanted to agree, one glance at the frothing mountain told him he didn't have time for discussion.

"I will find him," Severus swore. "Just take your belongings and leave the city. I'm serious, Cassia. The mountain is going to blow and when it does, the whole city will be covered."

"But-"

"Save your family, Cassia."

Severus left after extracting her promise that she would leave. He went straight to the Temple of Apollo, where he and Harrius had met. Many people were already in the Temple making sacrifices and praying for mercy.

Severus ignored them. He laid down the treasure he had brought from home and prayed to Apollo to hold the mountain silent until he had found Harry, until they were safe.

That done, he took another hard look at Vesuvius and set off across the city to find his love.

7:30 PM

The earth started to shake. The whole city was trembling, columns and statues crumbling on top of their foundations and now people were starting to believe. Homes began to cave in on themselves and their inhabitants fled in terror.

Severus had never been so full of fear. Not of the impending disaster, but of never seeing Harrius again. He had been all through the city and it felt like he had spoken to all 10,000 of its residents, but Severus hadn't found Harry.

He stood in the center of the forum again, staring at the Temple, as people screamed and ran around him. Without Harry-

"Severus!"

Turning, he saw the ash-covered boy running toward him. There was no question that it was Harry. Severus' arms crushed him as Harry fell into his chest, breathing hard either from exertion or the thick air. Harry's thin arms encircled his waist, holding on tightly as they stood, just holding each other as the city shook around them.

"Where have you been?" Harry asked. "I've been looking all over for you."

Severus sighed and didn't bother to reply. Instead, he lowered his head and kissed Harry hard on the mouth. Despite the dirt, he tasted wonderful and Harry's response was instant, returning the kiss with his enthusiastic passion.

"I thought I'd never see you again," Harry said as they parted and it seemed to break the spell.

Severus' senses returned. "We have to get out of here," he said, taking Harry's hand and pulling him through the swelling, exiting crowd.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked.

"As far away from Vesuvius as we can."

8:30 PM

They had almost reached the Stabian Gate when Harry's hand slipped from his grasp. He turned to see that Harry had stopped behind him.

"Harrius, come on," Severus shouted over the sounds of panic in the street.

"I have to go back."

Severus reached out and grabbed his tunica. "No, Harry!"

Harry struggled within his grasp. "YES! Mistress Cassia-"

"Has probably already left," Severus insisted. "I told her to leave. She promised me, Harry. If we go back now, we'll be killed. That ash is becoming toxic and it will probably get worse."

Harry looked down the street. "But everyone seems to be going back now."

The tremors had stopped for the moment, but Severus knew they'd more than likely return. All the facts he recalled seemed to point to the possibility of more mountain activity. "They are fools. It's not over yet, Harry. A few trinkets are not worth their lives."

"Then I have to warn-"

"Harry," Severus said harshly, shaking him by the shoulders. "You can't save everyone."

"I'm not a coward."

Severus lifted Harry's chin, staring down into his eyes. "I know, Harry. But you've been working for others all your life. Now is your chance to take charge of your own life. Come with me now. I have money. We can be together. We'll go to Rome. You can be free."

Harry stared up into Severus' face. The ash had covered his hair, making the inky black look gray. In fact, everything looked gray, except Severus' eyes. In those dark eyes, Harry saw the promise of life, of love and of freedom. Dare he take it?

He took a breath, the soot making him cough, and he finally just nodded. Severus released his face and took his hand.

"Come," Severus said, tugging Harry along behind him. "We'll head south towards the Bay at Stabiae."

12 AM

They struggled their way southwards to the bay, the air so thick at times that Harry thought he would swoon from lack of breath. Severus kept him moving, not allowing him to stop, all the while promising him freedom. They'd walked for hours, but as they neared Stabiae, Severus announced that he saw ships in the Bay of Naples.

Encouraged, Harry found the strength to trudge on, the sounds of the mountain still screaming in anguish echoed behind them. By the time they arrived at the beach, they were both exhausted and leaning on each other, both trying to carry the other that one more step.

A Roman soldier approached, hailing another as they stumbled towards the waiting lifeboats. Severus tried to talk but his throat was parched and hoarse. They gave them both water and helped them into the small craft, which would take them to one of the galleys further out.

"You're very lucky to be alive," someone said, wrapping blankets around them after they were escorted on board a larger ship, moored on the bay.

They were gently led to a comfortable niche towards the center of the deck and they sat, huddled together. Severus tightened his arms around Harry and Harry settled against Severus' chest, his eyelids already drooping.

"We dare not go any farther north," the man continued. "I fear Herculaneum and Pompeii are both lost."

"Have you rescued any others?" Severus asked, his voice still rough.

"Not many," the man said grimly. "Mostly stragglers like yourselves, but Praefect Pliny is determined to save as many as he can."

Harry felt Severus nod, his chin brushing the top of Harry's head. "I am Aulus Vettius Severus, a master poultice-maker, and this is my neighbor Harrius Jameson, a potter from the House of the Faun."

"Rest easy, sirs," the man said kindly. "We will be heading back to Misenum very soon."

Harry heard the man's steps as he walked away. "A potter?" he asked, a smile tugging his lips. Tradesmen were not lords, but they were citizens.

"Hush," Severus bade, his lips brushing Harry's temple. "I will teach you."

Secure in Severus' arms, Harry let the swaying of the ship lull him into sleep. Harry the potter, citizen of Rome, lover of Severus, a free man, slept soundly until dawn.

****

Between 6 and 7 AM, August 25, a mass of volcanic ash and hot sulfurous gas engulfed the city of Pompeii at 100 miles per hour. At least 2,000 people of a town that could have had some 20,000 inhabitants (as it was where Romans had their vacation villas) were found to have perished in the eruption. However, that count was only the bodies that were discovered encased in petrified ash. It is believed that many others disintegrated instantly in the pyroclastic cloud that hit Pompeii.

Pliny the Younger wrote about the catastrophic eruption of Mount Vesuvius, documenting the event for posterity. But in Rome, a wealthy master poultice-maker and his companion, a young potter of some talent, also told the tale of their escape from Vesuvius into freedom. Their story may not have made the history books, but generations of the local children were always keen to hear how love saved Severus and Harrius from certain death.

~Fin