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NPOV
Wringing out the cloth, I put it to cheek to rid myself of blood. Mira held a bit of glass for me to see my reflection.
"I do not think you need to see the Medicus," she said quietly.
"No, I do not need the fucking Medicus," I murmured in response, then trained eyes upon her. "Apologies," I sighed. "My anger is not toward you."
"Crixus?" she asked with raised brow and smile.
"No. Agron," I answered, moving the cloth from cheek to lip.
"He defended you," she said in surprise.
"An action I did not require."
In truth, I did not favor Crixus. The man was a cunt, but the one thing I admired about him was he paid no mind to my small stature. He treated me as he would any other recruit or Gladiator and held nothing back.
Agron was of opposite mind. He would have me wrapped in soft cloth to keep harm at bay. It was not a valid notion, given circumstance in which we lived.
She stood suddenly, handing me the glass. In confusion, I turned to see her passing Agron at the door. His footsteps were heavy behind me.
"You are angry," he stated quietly.
"Yes," I said, meeting eyes with mine.
Under Agron's intense stare, most men would waver in their fervor when speaking to him. I've known him for a shorter time than most, but in my heart I knew Agron would never harm me. Part of the problem was his need to have no harm come to me.
"He was-"
"Acting as he is always inclined. I do not fear him, Agron."
He laid hand upon my shoulder. The strength and warmth of his fingers gripping my bare skin did nothing to lessen determination for him to understand irritation.
"He was fucking beating you, Nasir. I could not allow it." His green eyes held such sincere concern, it caused even more anger to surface. I would never be seen as equal by him.
"You think because I am little, I cannot fight?" I challenged.
"You turn my words," he replied, stepping closer. "It caused me grief to see your face bloodied by him. The Gods would be hard pressed to keep me from coming to your aid."
With his words, the ire I felt slipped away like sand caught in a wave. I could not stop my slight smile at his admission of affection. "As they would me too, Agron."
Swiftly and with fire in his eyes, Agron stepped forward. His hands found my face, where
gentle touch was placed upon injured lip.
"Does it pain you?" he whispered, breath hot on my forehead.
"No. It does not," I smiled, lifting my head to him. The heat of anger turned to another form, causing body to flush and nearly ache with want.
My need for this giant protective man was filled when Agron's warm, open mouth met mine. It was as if the heavens opened up just for us. Pleased and wanting to please, ignited by his touch, I responded gratefully, taking his face in hand.
Our breaths short and loud, we kissed as if sun would never rise again. Fingertips met flesh in caress worthy of the Gods. Agron's knee parted my thighs as he moved ever closer. Fire blazed in my belly, causing a harsh gasp to escape me.
"Cock hardens beneath my touch," Agron whispered against my cheek.
"Only for yours," I breathed, unconcerned of embarrassment at speaking truth.
He moved closer still, pressing lips and tongue against my neck and shoulder, and my fingertips tried to find purchase against his smooth back. His slight groan as mouth departed nearly brought my completion.
With hungry hand, I reached between us, beneath his subligaria.
"Fuck the Gods!" he exclaimed, enticing me to further my purpose.
"I am a God now, am I?" I asked with teasing tone.
Agron, lips parted in pleasure, smiled and claimed my mouth again in a wild kiss.
Noise from behind caught our attentions and Agron turned swiftly. I mourned the loss of his warmth and touch already.
"N-Naevia...I...uh..." Agron stammered, causing a smile to pass my lips.
"Spartacus wishes to break words," she explained, color high upon cheek.
Nodding, he turned and bestowed loving kiss upon my mouth before leaving the room.
Aching for release, I cursed the Gods for taking Agron from my arms too soon. If Naevia had waited but minutes longer, both Agron and I would be sated.
"Come," Naevia said. "The hunting party has returned with meat."
I did not train more that day. I helped prepare and cook the evening meal. It was work a slave would do, yet I did not feel as one. I would have rather trained upon the yard with the others, but I did not want to cause Agron grief if Crixus had done as he had previously. The two men seemed as if they held no friendship.
After the moon rose, the celebration of the successful hunt had begun. Many of the men and women were well into the wine and pleasures of flesh. I chose to sit in cool shadows against wall, where I took meal alone.
APOV
I had not laid eyes upon Nasir for many hours. The celebrations had begun already and spirits were high. I had been offered many cups of wine, but declined them. My whole body ached to be close to Nasir again. Even the tongue lashing and reprimand from Spartacus earlier was not well received due to my desires.
Gentle nature coupled with the fire of the warrior within ignited flame within my heart for the little Syrian man. There would come a day when he stood victorious over the largest Gladiator, and I would praise with open arms.
Searching the yard while standing at the villa steps, I finally laid eyes upon the man of my affections. He was sat against the wall with empty bowl beside him, taking advantage of the cool night air. Dark eyes were closed against the festivities, and I found I would give all coin in my possession to know what thoughts lay behind them.
"Go to him," Spartacus said from next to me.
Looking at the man, I replied, "You do not know my thoughts."
He settled more comfortably against wall. "No. I do not. Those are yours alone. Yet I see the fire of adoration in your eyes. I believe it is of good purpose to follow your heart."
I stared at him as if he had lost mind.
"Agron. Sometimes we lose ourselves in the cause. We are warriors, yes, but we are also men. To follow one's heart is all we can do. The heart's desire grips us and we are just vessels for its will to be carried. Now, waste no more time and go to him. Crixus and Lugo are on watch tonight."
As his words took meaning, I realized all of our futures were uncertain. Any day could be one of our last. Spartacus' advice was well received, as I did not want to die with regret that I did not pursue my desires.
Nasir was different than any other I had ever encountered. His gentleness mixed with fierceness drew me to want to know more about the man. His form only drew me in further.
I offered my hand to Spartacus as a fellow Brother. He took it briefly, then motioned me on.
"Gratitude," I told him with a smile, then stepped out into the yard.
Ignoring all who tried to break words or offer cup, I did not stop until I reached my Syrian. My shadow shielded his face from moon's light, and when eyes opened to behold me, a smile lit up his features.
"Agron."
Offering my hand for him to stand, I said, "Too many hours have passed since I have laid eyes upon you. Come, and let us put an end to that, so that my eyes may feast upon the rest of you."
Even in moonlight, I could see flame rise in cheek as he took my words' meaning. With smoldering eyes, he gripped my hand in firm hold and stood beside me. I placed my arm around his shoulders while we walked quietly into the villa. The smile and nod Spartacus gave as we passed did not escape my gaze.
Indoors was as loud as outside. Laughing, singing, shouting, and fucking could be heard throughout the halls. Mira, carrying wine, sent us a small smile as she passed, while others gazed upon us with knowing glances. No one else was of my concern besides Nasir as I quickly walked us to my sleeping quarters.
Without preamble, I pressed him against wall and claimed his mouth with mine. He moaned against me as rough hands took shoulders, pulling me closer. I used mine to pull the tie from his hair, allowing it to fall about our faces.
"I have ached for you all fucking day," I breathed against ear, moving his hair so I could lay kisses upon neck.
"Cock hardens at the thought," he answered, hands running across my stomach. His actions and words caused me to tremble in anticipation.
I placed arm around waist, his kisses not ceasing, as I moved us to my bed and lay him down. A smile greeted my actions, and Nasir took hold of the front of my subligaria. I rested weight upon hands, watching his dark eyes focused on his task.
"Yours as well," I said quietly as the fabric fell away from my body.
He did not protest my request. Instead, hands eagerly worked to remove our last bits of clothing.. When they were out of the way, hard cocks teased one another in the space between flesh. I stared into Nasir's eyes, revelled in the glow of his sweat slicked flesh, and knew I would never love another. This man had captured my heart and caused me to feel such passion for life that everyone else paled in comparison.
Harsh breaths from parted lips flowed against my skin, burning me with their intensity. Sweat dripped from the end of my nose onto his, and I kissed it away.
Slowly, Nasir placed his hands upon back and pulled me toward him. Kissing his lips, I murmured his name as flesh met flesh fully for the first time. Hands travelled from shoulders and back down to my ass, where he gripped briefly as we embraced that moment of bliss.
I could not keep lips and tongue from heated skin as we moved against each other. Nasir's sharp breaths and soft noises brought me to heights I had never known. His skin was hot with desire and it caused my heart to beat wildly in breast.
"Agron, I..."
Kissing him quickly and with force, I moved more firmly against him, stroking hard against his cock with mine, wanting to bring him to completion. My own was nearing rapidly, yet I did not wish for the moment to end.
Fingers tangled and pulled in the back of my hair as Nasir arched into me. He was trembling and panting, and I felt the sharp sting of teeth on neck as he released with a growl. The feel of his seed upon my flesh gave me great pleasure in the fact I had brought him to such heights.
"Nasir..." I breathed, wrapping my arms around his back. I held him against my body as my own completion took hold, causing fire to race through my veins and a loud cry to escape my chest. The sensations overtook my whole being as I trembled and whimpered until I was spent.
For unknown moments, we were locked in embrace as our breathing calmed. Nasir placed kisses upon shoulder and neck before finally raising eyes to mine. He wore a smile to rival Jupiter himself. Returning it, I pressed a soft kiss upon lips and moved hair out of his face.
"Stay?" I asked.
"I shall."
"And tomorrow when I go to take rest?"
"You shall find me by your side, for as long as you would have it so."
"Then you shall never leave it," I replied, laying us back against the blankets. Reaching to the side, I grabbed a cloth to clean us with. When finished, I lay behind Nasir, using the lightest touch of fingertips to stroke his hair.
He was quiet but for a moment before he asked about my homeland. We lay awake hours, trading stories from where we hailed. Mine were of growing up as a farm boy, and his were of life as a slave growing up in the villa. Such different worlds, brought together into harmony by a man who simply wished for slavery to see its end.
I owed Spartacus a debt of gratitude for his passion of our cause, and for unknowingly bringing me to the man who now held my heart.
NPOV
I woke to find empty bed and raised voices nearby. Rising, I wrapped a blanket around shoulders and headed toward the sound. Leaning against the doorway, I looked upon interaction. Crixus stood rigid, glaring upon Spartacus and Agron. Our leader's face was stern, yet his posture relaxed. Agron seemed impassive with arms folded across chest.
"Have you forgotten purpose?" Crixus demanded of Agron and Spartacus.
"No, but these men and women needed last night's celebration, to keep spirits lifted. They must not forget what they are fighting for, as I fear you have," Spartacus replied.
"I fight to spill Roman blood," Crixus retorted. "If anyone has lost cause, it is him." He gestured toward Agron. "All you care for now is your boy."
"I share the same cause as Spartacus," Agron told Crixus, stepping between them. "Do not speak to me of Nasir. If anything, he has brought an added desire to get rid of the Romans. I fear you have gone mad with bloodlust as of late."
Before any reply was given, Lugo appeared.
"Spartacus. Boats arrive upon docks and men approach," he informed.
Boats arriving near my Dominus's villa never held worry before, but in these times, caution must be taken. I never dreamed the only place I had ever known would become a shelter for rebels upon war.
"How many?" our leader asked, forgetting previous quarrel.
"Two boats, eight men," Lugo answered.
"Gather all who can wield sword and have them join me in greeting the strangers at the gate," Spartacus instructed.
Ducking back into the room, I shed blanket and began to dress. Thought passed mind of whether I could be enough to be equal to Agron. He was held in such high esteem by Spartacus. I believed his words of affection towards me, but fear caused my mind to wander. Agron, only in his subligaria, proceeded to pull on the rest of his attire.
"Stay out of sight until danger has passed," he said in clipped tone.
"I would stand with you," I replied, pulling my hair back. I wished for him to believe the cowering slave boy he knew had forever departed. He strode over to me and placed hand upon cheek.
"You are learning, but not yet ready for battle," he said, concern evident in expression.
He was right, but I was not a coward. I wanted to be an asset to our cause. Under the hand of my Dominus, I was useless aside from his desire of my body. I yearned for Agron to see me as more than something only to have near when the need to fuck arose.
"I've just found you, Nasir, and I would have you remain safe. Please, stay here, and I will return for you as soon as I can," Agron continued, then pressed a kiss upon my mouth.
"This time," I agreed. "Next, I shall be standing at your side."
He made to leave and I halted him with hand upon arm.
"Come back to me," I told him quietly, letting my eyes show how much it meant for him to do so.
With a smile and nod, Agron took his leave. In his absence, I gathered my meager possessions and brought them to the room we would now share. Joy filled me at the knowledge that Agron desired me as much as I him. It gave more purpose to the cause we were fighting for.
My thoughts turned to previous encounter with Agron. He was a fierce warrior when faced with battle, yet loving in affections. His words and touch set fire within my heart. I would never desire another. With him, I felt as if I could conquer the entirety of Rome myself.
A bit later, as I left the room to fetch fresh water, a dark figure caught my gaze at the end of the hallway. He was a stranger, dress and decoration marking him as pirate. His eyes upon me caused discomfort, and I wished for a weapon to give me courage. Perhaps the company of others would ease mind.
The Gods themselves must have read thoughts, for Agron turned corner. Relieved smile passed lips at his return. Upon reaching me, he took me in his arms and pressed soft kiss to mouth.
"The Gods bless me with your return," I murmured.
"Come," he smiled. "Let us take to training."