"Ahmed! I will have words!" Nasir said as he found his brother checking the wooden staffs he used as training spears.
"I would not withhold them from you." Ahmed said. "There is no need to snarl at me; request would suffice."
"I leave you to break words with Agron and yet when I next set eyes upon him he is of a temper." Nasir said. "He tells me that he cared not for your words and that you would see us parted. You would do well to rid yourself of thought."
"You are my blood Nasir." Ahmed said. "I would but protect you; as any older brother would discharge such duty."
"Protect me? By causing discord with Agron?" Nasir snorted. "Agron for all his misgivings puts such aside for my happiness. To see me have what Romans have stolen from him; my brother at my side. Yet you do not return such in kind."
"He claims to hold you in esteem, yet he treats you no better than whore to ride his cock. You were meant for better!" Ahmed said. "Our people do not treat the ones we hold such care for in this manner. Such is to be held between the two; not demonstrated in front of audience as spectacle!"
"And you anger him for such? Because he cares not that others know I hold his heart as he holds mine?" Nasir shook his head. "I stand Syrian only by birth; my childhood shaped by Roman ways. You call affectionate touch and sweet kisses spectacle? You hold no knowledge of what spectacle truly is. I do! I have been part of such!"
"Nasir." Ahmed started.
"No! I had not yet first shadow of beard upon cheek when chosen as part of spectacle." Nasir cut across Ahmed's words. "Displayed for Roman pleasure as visiting senator forced cock inside me. My performance saw Dominus rise in power, and I was rewarded with position of body slave. Dominus saw no reason not to use me for his pleasure. It was all I knew. Dominus touch only meant to draw his own pleasure for cock or ass and he cared not who looked upon us."
"Agron cares not who looks upon you!" Ahmed countered.
"Agron would have none look upon me as Dominus did. Agron would have others look upon chaste affection only. Affection he offers freely to remind me that I am not a whore; but hold meaning to him beyond fucking. I will not be from his side. You will make apology to him and mend rift." Nasir turned on his heel then stopped. "You would do well to think upon all Agron means to me before apology is offered." Nasir glared at his brother for a second longer then continued on his way.
"And the wild little dog bares fangs once again." A voice said from behind Ahmed who turned around to find Crixus and Naevia.
"Agron, I thought you to lend assistance to Ahmed." Spartacus said as he approached the gladiator spending his temper on a makeshift palas.
"And I thought better of such." Agron growled. "The man but begs for head to be parted from shoulders."
"He is Nasir's brother; how does Nasir weigh in on your decision?" Spartacus asked.
"Nasir stands at Agron's side and supports him; as I do in all things." Nasir spoke as he made his way to Agron's side. "I will not return to training until apology is offered; and accepted."
Spartacus saw the look between the two. "I will leave you to break words. I think that they are needed and would see Agron's temper eased."
"I did not expect to awake to find you gone from our bed." Agron said. "It is usually your habit be at my side in case mood carries over until morning."
"I sought only to remove cause for your mood; and sought words with Ahmed." Nasir said. "I pray my words pierce fog that clouds brain and he takes to heart truth revealed."
Agron found his temper cooling enough to return Nasir's smile. "And what truth was revealed?"
"That you are my heart. That you have healed wounds laid by Roman hands." Nasir reached up to press a kiss to Agron's lips. "I would not have you from my side. Ahmed must accept you; you are a part of me that I cannot live without; my heart."
Agron wrapped his arms around Nasir and whispered, "As you are mine." As he claimed Nasir's lips.
Ahmed sat leaning against a tree when another dropped to sit at his side. "You claim to hold no favor and yet you spend your days among Spartacus most trusted."
Ahmed turned to find the slave that had sought words with him earlier. "We broke no words in all the time we spent under Dominus' rule and now you are like unwanted shadow."
"Is it so unusual that those enslaved together would seek out the company of others known to them?" The man asked.
"You are not known to me except by sight of you constantly hounding guards at the forge." Ahmed said.
"I am called Simon." The man said. "I but used guards for what information they held. There was much to be gleaned from them."
"And now I see we come to point." Ahmed said. "You seek information. I fear you come to the wrong man, I am privy to nothing."
"And yet your brother stands among those at Spartacus side does he not?" Simon said. "And what he does not hear by his own ear he would hear from the German whose bed he warms. It is a rare opportunity to learn of the man who sets Roman tongues wagging of Godhood. The fucking bringer of rain."
"Find another to fill your ears with stories." Ahmed said. "I have better things to fill my time with."
The Syrian got to his feet intending to leave when Simon spoke again. "There is no love between you and the German; he is obstacle between you and your brother. I can attempt to seek out any information that would see your brother turn from him and into loving arms of family."
Ahmed hesitated for a moment. "As I said; seek another to take part in your games."