Standing completely naked, and more than mildly irritated, Agron snarled at the Gaul "Speak, or see fucking life ended. Who are you?" The Gaul released the bloodied body of the former slave, Agron was unsure of his name, but he had been many in years. Much to Agron's surprise, the old man stirred once he was released, he was not yet gone from this world.
"I know little of Roman tongue," the Gaul stammered out slowly, as if forming the words pained him. Certainly, the point of Nasir's spear poking into his throat, causing a thin line of red blood to trickle down his skin was not helping the case. The man began speaking again, this time in a tongue akin to that of his own people, "You speak as a Roman, but your tongue betrays your homelands. You were born across the river, were you not?"
"I was, but your tongue sounds equally pained by my language as it was by that of the Romans. I ask again, and never more, who are you?"
"I am called Eavon. I was born not far from here, but frequently cross the river to trade goods with those east of the Rhine. Apologies for harming your man. I was unsure of the nature of your camp. Whispers of Roman invasion are carried upon the breeze, and I would see that not the case. If you would have your boy remove spear from throat I would break further words."
"Fuck the gods. Nasir, lower spear. Eavon, remove self from tent, I shall join you presently." The gaul, nodded gently, backing slowly out of the tent, as Nasir lowered his spear. Agron muttered further curses as he pulled an animal skin blanket over his naked body, preparing to brave the cold. Nasir, still unaware of what was said, given his lack of understanding for Agron's native tongue, watched Agron intently, a look of confusion mixing with that of concern, apparent on his face. "Fear not, I shall return. See your spear raised upon my arrival." Agron grinned widely, before placing both of his large hands on either side of the Syrian's face, pulling him in for the briefest of kisses. With that, Agron left the tent.
"Jupiter's cock, it's cold. Eavon, I am Agron, leader and defender of these people. You spoke briefly of Roman invasions. Thicken tale with meat or see it and its bearer discarded as scraps."
"Apologies for brevity, thoughts prove hard to form when such hard form is present." The Gaul eased into his posture, only slightly, allowing a small smile to escape. He was a slight man, somewhere between the size of Agron and Nasir. His hair was dark, but his skin as fair as Sibyl's. "Troops of Romans have expanded in ever increasing numbers, laying waste to all in their path. They speak of peace and defense in one breath and use the next to enslave any able body. My family trades goods with many others, as I mentioned before. We cross the river to trade, but also trade with those South of us. Those furthest South can no longer be reached without stumbling over Roman guard."
"We came from South and saw no sign of Romans for at least three days."
"You travel through mountain and forest, the path of those with little to lose. The Romans advance by surer route, as a raindrop finds its way to the ground by easiest path. Within weeks time, the Romans will be upon us, first to observe only, but by this time next year they will have taken over. I would fight, but few of my kin will stand with me."
"You speak as if to entice. It has been too many days that my sword has been dry of Roman blood. But first, explain how old man came to be grievously wounded?" As he mentioned his sword, Agron's heart sunk and his hand began to ache. He could not bring himself to claim the pike as his own. One day he would again be able to pick up sword. Until then, though, a pike would suffice.
"As a snake backed into a corner, I have been prepared to strike at Roman hand that pose even mild threat. I saw only red cloak and sword and sought to end battle before it began."
"I did not see sword upon arrival. Upon what ground did you attack?"
"Beyond furthest tent, if you are willing to follow I would show you very spot and sword that was dropped by untrained hands upon my first and only blow."
"No need. I would see myself return to tent and more entertaining activities. We will not be long upon these grounds."
"You will not stay and see Romans gone for good."
"As hard as cock becomes at thought of spilt Roman blood, these people are not warriors. When were many and skilled we sought to strike at the very heart of Rome, a choice that saw good men to their graves and many to the cross. So no, we will not stay." Agron had been unconsciously rubbing his palm since he mentioned his sword, but when he spoke of crucifixion his hands stilled, almost as if to prevent Eavon from noticing the wounds where nails had once resided.
"You struck at the heart of Rome? Do you speak of Spartacus and his men? Did you know the man?"
"You have heard tale of Spartacus? I knew him well, considered him as brother. I buried him and any thought of seeing Rome in ashes a two week journey South, at base of Alps."
"Heart weighs heavy for our shared loss. In the brother you buried, you also buried flame of hope carried by my people. Spartacus, slayer of death, was to serve as savior to all from Rome. He was going to see Roman heel removed from throat." The Gaul had begun to speak quickly, the excitement building in his voice, despite his discomfort with the language. Agron felt his eyes begin to burn, as his hands clenched. He had fought so hard to protect against thoughts of his fallen brother, but here, a stranger, spoke as if he had right to mourn him.
"I take leave." Agron spit out through gritted teeth. He spun on his heel, leaving the excited Gaul motionless staring at him through the crisp air. Agron fought back tears, clenching his jaw until he reached his tent. He shed the animal skin blanked at he ducked into the tent, pleased to see Nasir standing, erect, glistening with oil.
"I do as commanded." Nasir smiled, scanning Agron for a hint of what had happened. Before being able to say anything else, Nasir found himself pulled into a rough embrace. Agron's arms had encircled him, pulling him in closely, one hand firmly grabbing Nasir's ass while the other pulled his hair. Nasir was used to Agron's passion, but usually it followed battle or arguments over Castus. Nasir, determined to fulfill Agron's earlier request, dropped to his knees, bringing Agron's length into his mouth. Nasir began sucking, while he massaged Agron's ass, working his way in toward his hole. When the Syrian's fingers found Agron's entrance, they began to prod and massage it, causing Agron to noticeably shudder. Nasir seized his opportunity, and dropped one arm behind Agron's knees and used the other to push him backwards, so he fell onto the pad of animal skins on which they had been resting earlier. Agron chuckled in surprise, but Nasir, unshaken by this distraction, returned to working Agron's cock and ass. He licked and massaged the entire area, warming and loosening Agron, teasing him to the point where the giant man was whining for the Syrian to fuck him.
"Nasir, please, for fuck's sake, fuck me already." Nasir rose to his knees, pulling Agron's thick legs onto his shoulders. He inched forward, letting the slick head of his cock rest against Agron's pulsing hole. "Please, Nasir. Fuck me." Not afraid of hurting him, knowing that Agron preferred a little pain with his pleasure, Nasir plunged in, full-force.
"Fuck the gods." Agron growled as he felt the burning and stabbing pain of taking Nasir into him. As the Syrian began to pump, Agron felt the pain begin to subside and give way to pleasure. "Oh, Jupiter's cock. This, oh fuck the gods, this this what I have been missing?" Agron threw his head back in ecstasy as Nasir raked his nails across his chest, careful to avoid Agron's wounds. Nasir kissed and caressed Agron's calves, as he continued to thrust in and out of his lover.
"Agron, I—" but Nasir was caught by surprise, and unleashed his load deep into Agron, his pulsing cock sending jets of cum into Agron's ass. This was too much for Agron, who had, until then, been trying to avoid stroking his own cock. Only a few pumps later, and he erupted, sending thick globs of cum into his hair, onto is face, covering his chest and stomach. Nasir moaned in pleasure at the feeling of Agron's ass tightening with each load unleashed He loved the look of pain and pleasure on Agron's face, the veins straining to escape his meaty neck, his face and chest flush with passion and satisfaction. As Agron's orgasm subsided, the large man finally released his breath, and began to try to slow his breathing to normal pace. He had not realized how sweaty he and Nasir had become, until he reached up to pull Nasir in for a kiss and felt his hand slip across Nasir's slickened neck. Nasir, gently removed himself from Agron, then released both of Agron's legs from his shoulders. As he turned to lie down in his lover's arms, a shadow in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Nasir turned further to examine the shadow and saw, much to his surprise, the Gaul from before, crouching down, naked, stroking himself. Both of the men had been so engrossed in each other and the moment that they failed to notice a stranger half-hiding, masturbating in their tent. Good thing he was not a Roman. Nasir caught shocked himself as he simply just rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath, "Fucking Gauls."