3. morgiaSpartacus (Nasir/Agron) angst, fish (this is slightly longer than it should be but tough!)
"Agron!"
He turned at the call, smiling as he saw Nasir making his way towards him.
He reached out to touch his lover but his hand was knocked aside as Nasir snapped, "This is no time for gentle touches."
He searched Argon's eyes, seeing his own worry and concerns echoed within the eyes he loved. Going onto tip toe he caught Agron's neck and in a move that echoed Agron's own departure weeks ago, he pulled the big man down. Pressing their lips together he pulled back hissing, "See you stay safe. I would see you to old age, so we may fish together on a quite stream."
Agron smiled and brushing his lips over Nasir's, he cupped his lover's face promising, "I swear, Little Man, once we are free we shall do nothing but fish and hunt and fuck."
Nasir grinned then slapped Agron's chest, hissing, "Be careful who you call little man. Remember I hold your rope and I..."
"You hold my heart," interrupted Agron firmly, "And I trust no other with it." He gave Nasir a final longing look before the warrior in him took over and he ordered firmly, "Go. Return to your position. And be ready to fight - my wild little dog."
Nasir gave him a wicked grin and a slight snap of the teeth before turning and heading back towards his allotted position on the ropes. Agron watched him for a moment before bending down and picking up his own rope. Taking a firm grip, he prayed to any gods who were listening to favour them in their mad endeavour. At that very moment a thunder clap echoed over the mountain side and suddenly Agron knew – the gods were on their side. For now.