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A new day. It was the day after the party. At least... Maximus was pretty sure. He sat up slowly and looked around. This wasn't his room. It didn't look familiar to him in the slightest. His room had a red arched ceiling with gold trim. Julius had designed it so that the walls were covered in his favorite paintings.

It wasn't Julius' room either. His room was so large it had large, wooden gates to separate the different sectors of the room. There was a separate living room and his bed was small. The bed he found himself in was massive.

The room he was in currently had glass cabinets and long pillars in every corner. Vines covered in roses stemmed down the walls and rather than being covered IN paintings, the room he was in was painted entirely by artists he'd adored. He stood slowly to let his eyes graze over the scenery. He groaned, his head pounding violently.

Maximus stumbled out the wooden door in front of him, only to find himself in an even bigger room. Considering how this had also been separated into sectors, he could easily infer the room was that of a gladiator. But which one?

He walked through the rest of the room. His eyes widened when he saw the massive spiral staircase. How big was this place? Was it it's own building. He'd surely hoped it wasn't his bosses. But who else's could it be. He eventually found himself in what he thought was a bathroom? At the end of the room was a large, silver plated armor set, with black detailing engraved in. He knew that armor... why was he in Wade's room?

His head throbbed violently. When he glanced in his mirror he'd found he looked awful. His blonde curls covered his face partially. He was clearly hungover. He and Peter had a lot of fun the other night. Did he... actually sleep with Wade? Like really truly have the opportunity to not only fuck him- but even if he didn't... did he sleep beside him?

He looked down. He was still clothed. So that eliminated the first part of his theory. But even then, why was he in Wade's room? He felt like the room was spinning the further he moved. His stomach felt like it was churning. As if the world around him were an optical illusion the walls blending together fluidly, the paintings swirling with one another to create a horrible cascade until he heard a low,"Maximus" behind him.

He spun around and looked up to see Julius stood there, glaring down at him. Suddenly the nausea turned to fear as the room stopped spinning and goosebumps sprinkled along his once smooth skin. Julius brought Maximus in close, holding him to his chest,"fucking dumbass." He muttered under his breath,"are you okay?" Maximus nodded slowly, curls bouncing.

"Yeah... but why are we in Wade's room?" He asked curiously. Julius frowned, throat clenching tightly,"right. Last night, you and Peter got a little too drunk. You thought it would be funny to dress like eachother and take advantage of Wade and I while we, ourselves were a little tipsy." He shook his head.
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Flashback
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The night of the party. Peter had pounded down more than he -or his liver- could handle. He took Maximus' hand. They had had their drinks together. But as two shorties who hadn't even been able to eat full meals before this lifestyle, they were both extreme lightweights. After only a full glass, maybe two, they both could barely stand.

Peter had spun Maximus onto the dance floor. Both in a giggling fit as they spun around holding one another. Julius and Wade smiling at them fondly. How they adored their little cuties. Maximus rested his head on Peter's shoulder as he closed his eyes, falling tired.

Julius noticed this. He approached them,"I should take Max to bed. Maximus let's go." He frowned.
Maximus looked up with a small pout,"I don't want to go yet." Peter nodded,"can Maximus and I go to the bathroom?" His words began to slur together as he spoke,"heand I havetogo to the bathroom." He mumbled.

Peter slowly pulled Maximus off to the bathroom with a small smile, dragging him off. He brought him to the bathroom and whispered in Maximus' ear,"I know you like Wade."

As if he were in shock, Maximus gasped before apologizing profusely,"no- I promise I don't. Are you mad? If you like him then that's alright." Peter shook his head,"I like Julius..." he hummed. They had both forgotten to do nearly anything and everything.

Maximus nodded slowly,"I do... what about it then?" He asked curiously. His clothing already sliding off slightly.

Peter watched in anticipation,"we couldchange. Do you think theywill notice if we do? Thenyoucan go sleep inWade'sroom. Maybe I can sleep in Julius'."

Maximus pouted,"how do you know Wade won't just bring me to your room." Peter hummed and played with Maximus' blonde locks,"The sameway you knowJulius won't take me to yourroom. They bothwant us safe." He smiled

Maximus gasped,"and they think we are going to do something stupid if they leave us alone." Peter scoffed,"exactly. I am notstupid." He mumbled. Even if this was the dumbest idea they had ever had. They hadn't even considered the intoxication of their gladiators but Peter imagined it would be fine.

In only five minutes, the two had changed into each others clothes and ran off to cling to eachothers respective gladiator, looking down and whining softly until they were both whisked off.
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Present Time
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Maximus frowned and looked down,"I see. So is Peter in your room?" Julius shook his head in response,"When we woke up, I immediately ran to come get you. He did the same to go get Peter. Why would you do something like that? I was worried about you." Julius eyes fell over Maximus face.

Maximus frowned,"I'm confused... if you thought I could handle myself as a gladiator, why do you never let me fight? Why do you not trust me to do anything. Why do you think I am the least capable person in this place?" He glared at him

Julius frowned,"excuse me? Maximus I just don't want you getting hurt. I know your capable. I'm just worried." Maximus scoffed and pushed Julius away,"Can you just stop worrying about me?"

Julius clicked his tongue,"Maximus. Don't act like a damn brat. You were mine before all this. I am the reason your safe. The reason you can be happy. I did it all for you. Everything you wear. Everything in your room. Your lifestyle is because of me." He hissed,"now go to your own damn room and wash up." He walked Maximus out the room and down the hall, past several corridors.

The carpet on the floor looked tarnished, but the floor underneath looked pristine. Soft marble with lines of gold running through it. Julius' rough callused hand pulled at Maximus' soft one. He brought him to his bedroom and walked him to the bathroom near it,"shower. I'll set out clothes for you."

Maximus frowned,"I'm sorry if I upset you. I just... sometimes I feel like you still think I'm weak. Like you didn't actually want me to be a gladiator."

Julius frowned and stood in front of Maximus, running fingers through his hair,"Of course I do." He whispered. Maximus nodded and pulled away to shower, leaving Julius anxiously stood there. Maximus would find out soon. He'd know that he only ever wanted Max as a gladiator so he wouldn't have to serve the boss so crudely. He adored Maximus. With every fiber of his being.

Separately, Peter had just been woken up by having the sheets brutally ripped away from him. He sat up quickly, head pounding violently, words echoing around him. His once chocolately warm eyes, blood shot and red. He looked up at Wade with a small frown,"Good morning."

Wade scowled,"it's not a fucking good morning when you sleep in someone else's bed. If you were too lazy to go to your own room, why go through the trouble of sleeping in Julius' room. Why not sleep in my bed. My arms baby boy." He whispered.

Peter's nose twitched,"I'm not sure what your talking about. I don't remember anything from last night." Wade sighed,"Poor thing. You were blackout drunk." He picked Peter up and carried him off to his room,"You should wash up." He sighed

Peter made a face,"Do I smell that bad? I can walk you know." He paused. Wade nodded,"I know. But you are also disoriented. I don't need you throwing yourself off the railing because you couldn't see straight." He sighed. Peter shook his head. That was fair. Literally nothing about him was straight to begin with.

Once both Peter and Maximus had showered up they continued on with their separate tasks. Peter was beyond exhausted and was ready to lay down and die in a hole for the rest of eternity. But he had to help Wade with prepping for his training.

  Maximus on the other hand was now determined to show Julius he was strong. And maybe try to work his way into Wade's heard too.
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Jokes on everyone including myself. I think I wanted to end this book because I would always go to such high lengths to make each chapter as good as possible. I'd write chapters on paper, edit them in pen, type them, then edit on my phone. But after seeing so much overwhelming support I realized, maybe the book wasn't the issue but how I went about writing. I want writing to be fun. So I tried writing this chapter in the app, no going back. And I enjoyed it. I wrote and finished in leas than 2 hours as where normally it could take a day. I know I haven't updated in well over a year and people have every right to be upset. But I hope it makes them happy to know that with this new 'method' I may just continue writing this to completion. I hope everyone noticed I tried to make this one a little longer to make up for lost time. It's not super long but longer than normal. Thankyou all for supporting me. And I can't wait for future chapters to come out.

With that being said.
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