Cassius woke when Brutus moved, " what do you mean my dear Brutus, you are unwell?" He asked softly, rubbing Brutus's back to comfort him. He looked a bit worried and yelped when Brutus touched his arm. It was paining him quite a bit now,
Brutus swallowed his pride. “I can’t sleep without having nightmares.” He let Go of Cassius arm, sitting up. “I shouldn’t have drunk that wine.” He shakes his head, staring at the sheets sadly. His own mind was playing by tricks on him. “I must have hurt your arm. Sorry Cass.”
" n..no your fine. The fight with Caesar did..' he said softly and sat up. He moved to hold Brutus and kiss his temple once more.
" I wish I could ease your mind but I can't, and I am sorry." He mumbled, rubbing his lovers back soothingly
“That’s not what I meant, Cassius. I mean me clinging to you hurt your arm further.” His face flushed a bit when Cassius kissed him and he turned away. He didn’t want to be seen blushing. “It’s not you fault, dear Cass.” He turned his head slightly. “It’s only that last night was a nightmare and my mind likes to remind me of that.” Brutus leaned into Cassius arms.
" I swear to the gods I am going to get back at that woman. " He growled. " March cannot come soon enough".
Cassius nestled into Brutus's hair, comfortable being this close to his lover. " Would you believe if I said the soothsayer had talked to him. He's fucking mad." Cassius jumped when messala entered his room " what is it messala" he growled
"S..sir, Caesar is at the door!"
“March feels too far away, my dear.” He held his head up and looked at Cassius. He gave him a little kiss upon the head. “I’d believe that Caesar is insane. Sounds like a Caesar thing to explode over. I don’t trust that man one bit. Not once would I look him in the eye and call him Lord.” Brutus flinched when Messala entered the room. He blinked at the slave. “I’m going to kill Caesar.” Brutus got out of bed, anger flashed across his face.
" Brutus no! " Cassius jumped up. Grabbing Brutus's hand " dear you mustn't" he pleated, taking a few steps to be in front of Brutus and to his door first. Cassius tried to keep the considerably taller man behind him as he walked to get the door
Brutus let a low grow come from his throat. “I—I…let go of me, Cass.” He managed to spit pit. “Why wait till the Ideas of March?! Why wait when I can do it now!” His mind told him to shove Cassius out of his way. Out of his way towards victory; towards justice. “We may never be able to show our face around, but I’m willing to pay the price.” He tried to control his anger as hard as it as to control.
" because then the people will see we are not the villains, only liberating Rome. We are doing is for the good of Rome.." he said softly
Brutus sighed and waved. “Get that creature with blood of infidelity away before I struggle to control myself. I don’t wish nor want to hear of him or his mongrel children for the next few weeks!” He scrunched up his nose and stared down the front door. He fixed himself up so it didn’t not appear he had been laying in bed so late in the morning.
Cassius opened the door " Caesar, what brings you lord to my door?" He asked in his usual high tone
Cassius tried to hide Brutus from sight
Caesar smiled at Cassius. "Just stopping by to check on that nasty wound of yours. And to return your weapon." He handed Cassius his sword, and Brutus growled in the background. He couldn't stand seeing his once friend talk so sweetly. For all Brutus was concerned, Caesar would seize Rome for himself. He couldn't let the city he was loyal to fall. "And make sure that you don't know anything of which the soothsayer had spoke of. You seemed hesitant this morning." Brutus rolled his eyes. Great job, Cassius.
" no my Lord I don't, " he said sweetly " and my arm is fine, but in pains, that is all" he said and allowed Caesar to examine his arm.
Caesar scowled at Cassius. “Sure you don’t.” He took Cassius arm and looked at the wound. He had hoped this would draw something out of Cassius. “Do you know where Brutus is?” Brutus gritted his teeth in the background, about ready to murder the guy at the door.
" no I do not my Lord, " he huffed. Yelping at the touch. Got Caesar had a grip.
He looked back at Brutus with softened eyes that told him to stay out of it " I would assume you want to spar again? Seemingly the only reason you'd come back "
Caesar looked at Cassius with a suspicious gaze. “Eventually, dear Cassius. I am far too tired to spar again. Just checking in on good old Cassius.” He patted Cassius’ bad arm, and turned away. Brutus snarled. “Rome is going to fall if her becomes absolute. We cannot let that happen. For the greater good of my empire, we need to rid of him.”
" we will.." he muttered, wiping pain caused tears from his eyes. " Fucking hurts." He whined and walked off to the kitchen.
He was hungry and hadn't ate yet. Cassius was famished. After searching the kitchen for something fresh he went with some grapes and strawberries
Brutus snarled and followed Cassius. “Maybe I should get you some Opium to relieve the pain.” He looked around the kitchen. “Maybe instead of forging, you can have messala make us food.” He grabbed Cassius’ hand. “Shall we get you the medicinal things you need, my dear?”
" I'll be fine my love, Caesar is rougher then you, so it will fade eventually" he was playing the macho role again " plus I cook in this house messala cannot cook if his life depends on it"
Brutus grabbed Cassius hand and held it. "Well, I just want to help sooth the pain. I don't you to be suffering." He stole a grape from Cassius and popped it in his mouth. "I think I'm rougher than Caesar. I'm just soft around people I like. Also, when did you learn to cook, dear. That's not your job. Your job is to stay by my side, but I do find it silly that Messala doesn't know how to cook."
" I learned to cook from my mother, she desperately wanted a daughter and that's how I was raised" he chuckled, leaning up and kissing Brutus " and I will always be by your side my dear Brutus "
“How curious. Raised to cook.” Brutus blushed at the kiss. He still couldn’t get over the affection from Cassius. He had been holding his breath, and let it out. “Of course you’ll be by my side. I don’t think I could expect anything less.”
Cassius gave a warm smile, nuzzling his nose against Brutus's and chuckling. " What would you like for supper dear?" He asked softly " it's your first supper with me actually cooking so it is your choice "
Brutus smiled slightly. “I have the desire for fish. Do you know what to prepare that?” He challenged Cassius. “I wonder what your limits are.” He let Cassius’ hand go. “That’s my choice, dear.” He hesitated, the gave Cassius a kiss on the top of his head.
Cassius smiled " fish is childs play," he teased back and got to work preparing supper.
Messala stopped Brutus once he was out of earshot from Cassius " what are you doing to my master? You are stealing him from me!" He whisper-yelled