Title: Bred To Kill Them All

Author: Amaranth827

Over-all Rating: MA

Chapter Word Count: 2,875

Warnings: May contain Triggers! Read at your own discretion! There are probably going to be a lot of touchy subjects in this story which may include but not limited to: Slavery, forced sexual acts, physical abuse, mental abuse, violence, multiple sexual partners, fighting, killing, drinking, torture and anything else you may find in the Spartacus Series and in Starz shows. It is rated MA, for more than one reason, so please read with caution. I will try to give a chapter warning also. Also I am not an expert in the speech they used back then but I tried my best so bare with me.

Disclaimer: I don't claim to own the character of Spartacus or to have anything to do with the show, which solely lies with Starz and Steven S. DeKnight. I just like to use the characters as toys in my imagination. Sorry Agron and Nasir! I write these just for fun, no profit was made!

Chapter Warnings: Mild to Strong Language, Slight Sexual Situation

Chapter 02: Distractions

When Mira was done with removing all the dreads she looked up at the men around her, they were all watching her and Agron closely. She smiled and then turned her attention back to Agron's hair and slowly began evening it out. She had done this many times to her brothers when growing up so her hands were well practiced. She made a few more cuts and then stepped back from the silent German. He was looking down at the hair which was lying on the floor. "It is done." She really hoped that this would help him.

Agron raised a hand to his head, running his fingers through his now short hair. "Fick die Götter!" He couldn't remember when the last time it was that he had short hair and it felt unusual to him right now but he figured he would get used to it. Agron looked up when Donar chuckled at his words. Donar was smiling at him while the others just looked at him curiously. Agron felt himself smile too. Damn them they were making him feel better, if only for a moment.

"You speak your tongue as though we all do." Spartacus said with a smirk. He had been around the young German long enough that he knew what a few of his words meant. Donar and Agron were now the only German's in their ranks, so the talking in German was less often. Spartacus had always heard Duro and Agron talking to each other in their language when they thought no one was paying them any mind.

"Unser großartiger Anführer sollte lernen, auch andere Sprachen zu sprechen." Donar smirked at Agron, who raised his eyebrows at him but the corner of his mouth started to curl upwards. Donar chuckled when Spartacus turned to face him, with a curious look on his face. He knew that he wouldn't get away with talking in German for too long, Spartacus liked them speaking common tongue so they could all understand and be understood.

"He has no need for ours, we all speak common tongue." Agron said back to Donar in common tongue giving away what his fellow German had said. Agron watched Spartacus as he shook his head at Donar and then turned to smile at him. Spartacus was the one person that Agron had grown the closest to while Duro was still with him and it would stay that way.

Spartacus chuckled as he looked back at Donar who frowned at Agron. He looked back at Agron and watched him run his fingers through his hair again. He seemed to still be feeling strange about it. Spartacus didn't blame him, when he had been taken to Batiatus' they had cut all of his hair off, changed him. He just hoped that cutting Agron's hair wouldn't change him, just help him move on easier. Spartacus had been worried that after Duro's death that Agron would blame him for it, and try to distance himself from him. But it was not so, Agron was very loyal to him and Spartacus hope that he could help him move past all the pain, pain he knew well. Agron and Mira had been the ones to help him after Varro, even though he didn't want to let Mira at first. He turned his gaze to her to find her smiling at him.

Mira's smile widened and then she let out a chuckle when she noticed Spartacus' crooked smile directed at her, she wondered what he was thinking about. It was great to see them all smile for a few moments anyways. "Agron, there might be something else you can do to help as a distraction." Mira said as she walked around the front of Agron and held out his dagger to him. She giggled when he raised an eyebrow at her and then looked at Spartacus. At that moment she didn't have to wonder what the German was thinking. She glanced back at Spartacus who just smiled at them and then turned away. Mira shook her head but kept the smile as Agron looked back at her his eyebrow still raised. "Not quite, that will not help, comfort of a gentle hand maybe but not that." She placed a hand on his shoulder, she couldn't help the smirk on her face at the thought but she knew that neither Agron nor Spartacus would ever agree to such at thing. "Some of the women have been making jewelry out of materials they have found and have offered to show you how to make one if you wish."

Agron reached out and took the dagger from her hand. "To what purpose would it serve?" He wasn't sure what Mira was getting at. Why would he want to make things with the women?

"You could make a piece in remembrance of Duro." Mira offered.

Agron got to his feet and placed the dagger back into his leather belt that hung around his hips. "I fail to see how that would help."

"Will you at least try it?" Mira asked as she stared up at Agron's face. She was not sure if Agron would agree to be around the women of their group or not. Mira watched him for a few minutes and when he nodded at her she smiled. Mira turned to look at Spartacus when he placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"They should come here, perhaps." Spartacus was sure that Agron did not want a lot of eyes on him right now.

Mira nodded. "I shall go fetch them."

Agron watched Mira as she slinked from the room she was very small and graceful. He let out a sigh and ran his hand through his hair again but looked up when he heard footsteps moving towards him. He watched Auctus as he came to a stop in front of him. Agron cocked his head to one side when his friend didn't say or do anything. He glanced past Auctus to Spartacus and Donar, who were standing there talking to one another, ignoring him and Auctus.

"It suits you." Auctus reached up and ran a hand through Agron's now short brown hair following the path Agron's own hand had just made. He stopped his hand when it reached the back of Agron's neck and gripped the soft skin feeling the muscles move under his hand.

"You approve simply for the reason that it permits you to run your fingers through my hair." Agron assumed after feeling how gentle Auctus had been. He had seen this man be anything but gentle in the past with fellow Gladiators, so it did come to a bit of a surprise that he was being gentle with him. At Agron's words Auctus slid his hand back up into his hair and gripped, tugging lightly. Agron let out a growl at him, drawing the attention of Spartacus and Donar.

Auctus snickered as Agron reeled back at the pull on his hair and bared his teeth at him. "Do not tell me you don't like that." Auctus felt eyes upon them and turned to see both Spartacus and Donar watching them, Donar was frowning. "Fuck you and that look." He declared and then rolled his eyes at Donar.

Donar started to advance on Auctus but Spartacus stopped him. Donar let out a growl of his own at their leader but received a shove to the chest as a warning to stay put. "You are going to do nothing?" Donar grumbled quietly to Spartacus.

Spartacus glanced over at Auctus and Agron and then back to Donar who looked really upset at what was going on between the other two. "Agron can handle himself." Spartacus heard Auctus chuckle.

"Yes the young German is a big boy and can handle himself." Auctus reached down and grabbed Agron's crotch through the fabric that covered him receiving a grunt from said young German. Auctus didn't like to admit it but it wasn't the size of the man that did it for him but was the eyes and while Agron's was impressive in size his green eyes were like none others he had seen. He held Agron's gaze but kept a firm hold on both his hair and cloth covered cock.

"Let go." Agron let out a growl when Auctus tighten his grip again. He didn't like the situation he was in right now, he had not let anyone touch him like this since he had come to the house of Batiatus and now Auctus, his friend had done so. Agron was just about to force Auctus away from him but before he could Auctus released him and took a step back. Agron was going to advance on Auctus but stopped when foot falls could be heard coming from the short passage that led into the room. Mira was coming with the women. Agron growled again and then walked away from him and towards the wall, where he leaned on it and glared at his friend. He hadn't minded when the fingers had ran through his hair but he wasn't so sure that he liked his hair being pulled or his cock being grabbed. It reminded him too much of a past life.

Spartacus noticed the glare that Agron was giving Auctus and glanced down at his hand which was now resting on his dagger. Spartacus smacked Auctus in the chest as he walked past him and came over to stand beside Agron, leaning himself against the wall as well. He nudged him with his elbow and watched as Agron removed his hand from the dagger. Spartacus knew that Agron would never truly retaliate against Auctus, he considered him a friend. They shared their hate for the Gaul's. Spartacus watched as Mira and the other women came into the room Mira smiling at him and Agron. He really wondered how Agron was going to handle this. "I ask you be nice." Spartacus had seen how indifferent Agron had seemed around the women other than Mira.

"I am always nice." Agron replied still glaring at Auctus. His words caused the other three men to laugh and the women to look at him curiously. Agron grunted at them but he knew his words were not true, he had a mean streak but he was not usually mean unless he had a reason to be. "If I am mean it is justified." At this his friends didn't laugh so he knew they agreed with him. Agron turned his gaze to Mira and the woman that were now standing in the doorway to the small room, a small room that seemed to keep getting smaller the more bodies they put in it.

"Agron, this is Delu, Keelin and Orla." Mira made introductions and then smiled at Spartacus.

Agron looked at the woman each in turn. They were each beautiful in their own right. Delu had dark skin and black hair that was in tiny plaits all over her head. She had colorful cloth wrapped around her forehead and tied at the back of her head. When her eyes met his they were almost as dark as her hair. She gave him a warm smile causing him to look away from her. Keelin was of fair skin and had light brown wavy hair pulled up high on her head and Agron caught a glimpse of her gray eyes before she turned them downwards. Orla had tanned skin and blonde hair and had freckles that covered her cheeks, shoulders and arms. Agron was sure she had freckles even in places that weren't visible due to being covered by the dark blue cloth that she wore. She would not look up at him so he did not know what color her eyes held.

"Please show us what you have been making and teach us." Spartacus said when he realized that Agron wasn't going to say anything.

Agron turned his gaze on Spartacus at his words, he did not think that their leader would be staying and making any of this said jewelry with him. "You shall join?" Agron had to ask not sure if the words Spartacus spoke were including him.

"Yes, I shall…we could all use a distraction." Spartacus patted Agron on the shoulder and walked forward towards the women.

Agron was actually really surprised that Spartacus was going to do this with him, but he figured he wanted to help him feel better. Agron thought it was a nice gesture and it was well received. Agron sat down on the crate again and felt it creak once more under him. He watched everyone in silence.

The women all sat down on the stone floor and started taking things out of cloth sacks they had brought with them. Mira sat down with them and Spartacus crouched down behind her. Donar and Auctus just merely looked on over the women's shoulders to see what was happening. Agron watched as Delu pulled pieces of long, thin leather cords from the bag she had and sat them down on the floor in front of her. She then pulled out a small clay pot and opened the cover, inside were some shiny metal beads of different sizes and shapes. Agron liked the looks of these. Keelin and Orla both had removed things from their bags but none caught Agron's eye like the leather and beads, he thought Duro would have liked these.

"It is rather simple." Delu said as she looked up at Agron. She picked up a piece that she had been working with earlier. "You may twist it like this…" She started twisting the pieces of leather together and then knotting them. "Or you may leave them like this…" She left them straight and picked a spot on the leather and knotted it then slid a bead on it and knotted it again.

Agron really liked the look of the one Delu had just started. "May I?" Agron asked and held out his hand towards her. She smiled at him and handed over the leather cords in her hand and then picked up a few more strands and the container of beads and handed them to him. "Gratitude…" Agron knew that he was getting smiles from Mira and Spartacus both but he ignored them and started working on the leather as Delu had been.

Agron was not sure how long he had been sitting there working in silence on his soon to be finished necklace but when he looked up everyone was showing each other what they had made. Mira seemed to have made a red and blue braided cloth bracelet that she had added a few colorful beads too. Spartacus just seemed to have twisted a few leather pieces together and knotted them. Agron wasn't sure what he was going to use it for. Donar and Auctus had just watched the whole time it seemed. Agron turned his attention back to the leather cords in his hands and he just stared at them for a few moments. He shifted his body and reached towards where his dagger was in his belt and felt until he felt what he was searching for. He slowly removed it and brought it to rest on his knee beside the leather cords. It was Duro's red and black frayed cloth earring. It was the only thing he had left of his brother. He let out a sigh as he placed the leather cord through the metal loop of the earring and then knotted it once it was in place. He gave the necklace a once over and then placed one more knot joining the long piece so it made one single looped piece.

"That looks wonderful." Mira said as she knelled down beside Agron. Seemed the man had talents other than just battle. She watched as Agron placed the leather over his head and looped it once more so it was the right length. It hung down his chest and torso. "I shall have you make one for me." Mira placed a hand on his knee and squeezed.

Agron glanced down at Mira's hand and then up to her smiling face. "It was by chance this one turned out."

Mira swatted Agron's leg and then stood up. "You sell yourself short." Mira was about to turn away from him when she noticed the side of the necklace, Duro's earring was there. She did not know that Agron had kept it, it was sweet. She smiled but remained quiet on the matter. She was happy that Agron had made a necklace in remembrance of Duro. She wasn't sure if it would help ease his pain any but she hoped that she had helped distract him for a short time.

Agron watched as the women all packed up their things and stood. Mira was thanking them and Agron nodded his agreement with her words. He placed his hand on the leather cord and smiled to himself. A piece of Duro was now visible for everyone to see, even if not all realized it. Mira had true intentions and they had seemed to work, he was for once not focusing on the pain of his loss but just Duro in general. Her distractions had worked.