Disclaimer: In no way do I take credit for the characters, etc. They belong solely to the genius, Shakespeare.

Distraction

"… if we attack from this angle we can trap them against the far wall, resulting in panic and disorganization. From there, we will proceed to… My lord, are you listening?"

"What?" Caesar jolted, coming out of his daze. "Yeah, raid; that sounds good."

Antony sighed and laid the map down; he was the only one looking at it anyway. He knew Caesar's only interest at present was staring at him. "Sir, we go to battle in two days' time. Please focus."

"But you always have the best strategies. I'm not worried about that," Caesar insisted, scooting closer to him on the bench. He reached up and rubbed his general's brow as if the smooth out the wrinkles that had recently taken up residence there. "You're always so serious. Lighten up."

Is that an order? "Yes, my lord," he agreed, biting back a retort that Caesar should, in fact, take this more seriously.

"See! There you go again. Drop the formalities, it's only me," Caesar said, gesturing to the otherwise vacant tent. "Anyway," he continued in a lower voice, wrapping his arms around Antony, and resting his chin on his shoulder. "I want to hear you say my name."

"Sire," Antony murmured with some difficulty, struck breathless by their close vicinity and the seductive note in Caesar's voice.

"Antony. Wrong." He repositioned himself so that he was straddling the man's lap with his arms around his neck. Rendered dumb by the feeling of his master's warm breath on his neck, Antony could barely recall his own name, let alone someone else's. Caesar nipped lightly at Antony's neck as a warning, making him gasp, "C-Caesar."

"Mmn," came the approving moan as he began devouring Antony's jawline with sloppy kisses and bites. "Say it again."

"Caesar…" Antony cupped the back of Caesar's neck and tilted his head back to give him more room. He felt his lover's hand travel down his sides and begin to remove the light armor he currently wore; likewise, Antony loosened the sash around Caesar's tunic with clumsy fingers. He paused to allow his chainmail and undershirt to be lifted over his head, leaving him in nothing but his tunic; then, armor discarded, Antony seized Caesar's lips in a rough, hungry kiss, one hand tangling in his dark hair to deepen it.

Caesar pulled away first, panting, eyes darkened with a mixture of lust and humor. "So, what of this strategy again? For the battle?"

"What battle?" Antony asked flightily, earning a smirk and stifled snicker from Caesar, who considered this a victory. Before Antony could remember a war was going on, he quickly recaptured his lips and pushed his tongue past them. Immediately, both of their minds went blank and all coherent thought was replaced with nothing less than sheer pleasure and desire.

If only for tonight, they could forget the troubles and evils of the world, and simply get lost in each other's love.

Short, but plot-less smut is always fun to write. I don't know if anyone else thinks this, but Caesar and Antony remind me of Tamaki and Kyoya (respectively) from Ouran HS host Club. There are so many parallels I just couldn't ignore the fact.

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