"Fucking Gauls!" The chest of the shockingly large man rose and fell at a rapid pace as his body dripped sweat and blood to the dirt below. Agron had barely had a chance to sleep over the past two weeks, and even when he had more than a few hours of uninterrupted peace, the nightmares of the final battle, of Caesar, of his own crucifixion, and most of all, of losing Nasir kept him from more than a restless doze. He had been charged with safely escorting the small cadre of women, children, and elderly across the Alps to Gaulia, safely outside the reach of the Roman Republic. But the heathens that inhabited Gaulia proved to be little better than the monsters that ran Rome. With his wounds from his crucifixion barely closed, Agron still struggled to hold a sword, but he had learned to wield a pike with passable grace. It helped that he could balance the weight of it between his two hands, neither of which were able to grip, but Nasir had fashioned a system of clasps that allowed Agron's left hand to stay firmly attached to the pike, while his right was able to slide, allowing for close to maximal thrusting power. This had been useful in the most recent attack of a small pack of Gauls that had appeared out of seemingly nowhere. These five men, all similar in feature to Crixus were savage, and had no apparent strategy or purpose other than bloodlust.
"They stand defeated, like the rest of their kin. All look, with loving eye, to you as protector and leader. Put tongue to rest and let them not see you shaken." Nasir furrowed his brow, bringing his hand up to caress his lover's cheek. He had grown increasingly concerned about Agron's health, both of body and mind. It was nothing new for Agron to curse the Gauls, but something in his tone and the tired posture of his body brought images of a broken man, returning from the grave to Nasir's mind. The day that Agron had returned with the other 500 captives from Crassus had simultaneously been the best and worst day of Nasir's life. To see the body of the man who possessed his heart so broken, almost void of spirit was enough to shatter Nasir's very soul. But the vision of his lover, once thought dead, stumbling into his arms sent that very same soul soaring toward the heavens. But the long journey since the final battle with Crassus had seen Nasir's soul returned firmly to ground, weighted by losses of the past and shadows of future losses. Nasir ripped his mind from these dark thoughts, worked a grin onto his face, leaned up and kissed Agron passionately, letting their sweat and blood soaked faces mash together, tongues clashing in warm embrace.
"Do the gods really favor me so? How is it that each day dawn breaks anew to your heart beating against mine? Mind struggles to envision path ahead that is not guided by your smile." Agron was well aware that Nasir had been the only thing keeping him tethered to this world. Certainly, he had grown to love and care for Laeda and Sibyl, but none gave him breath.
"Speak not of uncertain future, rather turn mind toward present need. The heavens threaten rain and wind, I would see our camp erected presently. Seek nearest source of water and I shall gather the others and put them to task. Do not stray far, I would not have you from my sight, lest I fear my heart would break." In the weeks since the final battle, Nasir had quietly been the one to lead the camp. In title, alone, Agron led the remaining former slaves, but he had never been one for words of comfort or inspiration. Nasir had ensured that all remained well in the camp, but ensured that credit was leant toward Agron. Even if he had not done this, Nasir was sure that the former slaves would still revere Agron as he and Nasir provided their only means of protection. Of those that survived the attack of Pompey, and the small group that had waited at the foot of the alps, there had been a total of maybe 100 former slaves remaining.
Within a few hours camp had been set up and all people had huddled into their tents to escape the torrents of rain that escaped from the heavens. Nasir and Agron reveled in the peace that the constant pitter-patter of rain against the roof of their tent presented. Agron held Nasir tightly to his body as they attempted sleep atop a pad of animal skins. Within a few short minutes both men were silent, thankfully delivered into a deep, dreamless slumber. They did not awaken until shortly before dawn the next morning. It was amazing what a change in a man one full night's rest can make.
Agron groggily opened his eyes aware of the stiffness in his entire body, a pain he had learned to embrace as a daily reminder that he yet lived. He was also surprised to see that he had not moved at all in his sleep, and still clutched Nasir tightly to his chest, his nose pressed firmly into his dark locks. The heat of Nasir's body further awoke Agron, the softness of his skin pressed against Agron's own. Careful to not move too quickly, Agron shifted his head and began to plant kisses on his lover's neck. Nasir stirred but only momentarily. Unsatisfied with this Agron began to rock his hips slightly, rubbing himself into his lover, while gently caressing Nasir's bicep with his own bandaged hand. Nasir began to awaken, at a painfully slow rate. Agron had reached complete arousal before Nasir had even opened his eyes. The small but mighty Syrian shifted his head, beginning to rotate onto his back to stare into Agron's eyes.
"It is a gift to see your health returned. I would have you this eager to awake every day." Nasir smiled as the words slipped slowly from his lips. He cocked his head and waited for the larger man to lean forward and kiss him, as he knew he would. Their lips met and Nasir felt his heart begin to speed. The stubble along Agron's chin and cheeks scratched his own face in such a way that Nasir never wanted it to stop. Agron had shifted fully on top of Nasir, his arms framing Nasir's shoulders, his knees clutching the outsides of Nasir's waist.
"Eagerness to wake, certainly, but I hold no intention of greeting the sun today. I should see my time filled with pursuits better suited for the cover of night." Agron grinned, bearing his wide toothy smile, dimples forming in his cheeks. He rocked back, feeling Nasir's hardness rub against his own ass. He leaned forward again kissing Nasir more passionately, the fire truly blazing inside him. They rocked together, wanting to manipulate their bodies and the moment to make the experience last, to bring one another to the point of needing more. Agron brought his lips from Nasir's mouth to his cheek, then neck, down his chest to his ribs. He licked and kissed the scar along Nasir's side, sending shivers down the Syrian's spine. Nasir opened his eyes and craned his neck to see the top of Agron's head as he kissed his way down to Nasir's waiting cock. When Agron finally took Nasir into his mouth, they made eye contact and somehow the bigger man managed to smile, as the warmth of his mouth on Nasir sent a wave of pleasure deep through his body. Nasir ran his fingers through Agron's hair, gently pushing down with his hands while pumping his hips. Agron ran one hand across Nasir's chest as his other gripped Nasir's thigh. He had been curious about what it would feel like to have Nasir inside him, to feel dominated by his little man. Today, he thought, as he swirled his tongue around the thick head of Nasir's manhood, would be that day. Today they would remain in this tent, unencumbered by the burdens of leading the former slaves, free from Rome, free from attacking Gauls. Today, Nasir and Agron would discover each other in the moments of rest they never had over the past two years of fighting and surviving. Agron could feel Nasir's dick begin to pulse, threatening to pass the point of no return. He lifted his head, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, looking at his lover's face of ecstasy.
"I would break tradition and have you inside me. I have need to know what it is like." Nasir was surprised by Agron's abrupt request. Agron had never really given any sign as to his apparent desires. Nasir had been content to receive Agron, in fact, he reveled in those moments, but he would not deny his lover's request. But, the surprise of the moment and his unsureness of what to say, led simply to a small chuckle.
"You fucking laugh! I would have you fuck me with your cock rather than your jest."
"I do not intend harm. I was merely surprised. Of course I will see needs satisfied." Nasir leaned up, kissing Agron who had been sitting on his heels trapping Nasir's legs under his substantial thighs. "See hands and knees meet floor and see plan set to motion. I will return with necessary supplies." Agron shifted his weight, first letting Nasir out from under him, then falling forward until he was on all fours, his ass exposed to the cold mountain air. He closed his eyes, his heart pounding in his ears, the anticipation wetting the head of his cock with precum. He heard Nasir fumbling around with jars, searching for the oil they used to add lubrication. Nasir returned, kneeling behind Agron, his knees resting between Agron's. Nasir ran one hand down Agron's spine to the top of his ass. Agron moaned as he felt Nasir's slick finger rub against the sensitive skin of his hole. He had never been touched there, certainly not like this. It felt like lightning coursing through him.
What happened next happened so quickly that it took Agron moments longer than it should have to process it. He felt Nasir's finger enter him, sending a sharp pain but one full of pleasure through him, as he let out a moan. At the same time, he heard a scream in the distance and felt the draft of cold air rush into the tent as the opening swung back to reveal the bloodied body of one of the slaves, held by a severe looking Gaul. Nasir rapidly removed his finger from Agron, leaping to his feet to grab his spear, hissing at the Gaul. Agron's mind raced to try to catch up with the past few moments, the sensation of being filled then rapidly emptied. The unexpected vision and threat at his door. Nasir had already crossed the tent and had the spear at the throat of the Gaul before Agron had even risen to find his pike. Alas, he thought, the blessings from the gods had reached their limit. Maybe after this situation had been resolved, he could return to his pleasure and education. "Fucking Gauls."