Bred To Kill Them All

by Amaranth827

They have escaped Batiatus villa, but their numbers have dwindled. Agron is angry and grieving he seems to be blindly following his friends and fellow Rebels. They all hope to find peace, freedom and love, but it is something Agron doesn't think he deserved, not until he finds a certain wild little dog that is.

4. Struggling To Let Go

Title: Bred To Kill Them All

Author: Amaranth827

Over-all Rating: MA

Chapter Word Count: 5,024

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 sometimes strong language, Sexual Situations, Mentions of Slavery, Death, Violence and Mentions of Blood

(This chapter also contains a Threesome which is Non-Nagron but contains Agron)

Chapter 04: Struggling To Let Go

Agron slowed his pace when he and his three companions reached the small alleyway that would lead them to the center of the market. It could be very dangerous what they were doing. A little slip showing their brands and all could go completely wrong. Agron just hoped that the market would not get busy until after they had collected what they needed and departed. He and Auctus had to take more care than Mira and Aurelia, the woman held no visible marks of slavery. Agron let out a sigh and glanced down to make sure the brand on his forearm was still covered by the cloth and leather he had fastened there. Mira put a hand on his arm as they all came to a stop. The Gods were with them the market was still rather empty in the earliness of the day.

"Aurelia and I shall gather what we need and then we can be on our way." Mira said to both Agron and Auctus. "Try to stay unseen as much as you can." She gave Agron a small smile and she and Aurelia turned to leave the two men standing alone.

Auctus was quiet but he was scanning the area cautiously. He stepped under the bright red and orange cloth sunshade that was attached to the stone wall when a small group of women past him and Agron, giving them curious glances. He couldn't blame the women for looking but he didn't want them to recognize him, if they had ever been to the arena. Agron had been new to the arena and had most fights with Duro, he would be less recognizable.

Agron glanced back at Auctus when the women pasted whispering at each other. He too stepped under the sunshade and leaned against the wall. He kept an eye on where Mira and Aurelia were. From what he could tell they were sticking together and things seemed to be going well. They seemed to be going unnoticed. He watched as Aurelia gave a small smile to the group of woman that past, keeping eye contact with them, not dropping them as a slave was too. She was pulling off being a Roman that she was, well. Agron rolled his eyes at the thought. That he actually cares for a Roman, but Aurelia was Varro's wife and hence she was family.

Agron turned his gaze onto Auctus when the bumped into him as he lean against the wall beside him. He was still not too happy with Auctus for his stunt the other night. "What was that?" He asked in a quiet voice.

"What was what?" Auctus asked in return, looking around them. He thought Agron had seen something he hadn't.

Agron shook his head. "The other night, your hand upon my cock…" Despite the advances that Auctus had made on him in the past he had never gone that far before.

Auctus turned his head so he was watching the German, whose eyes were on Mira and Aurelia. "I did not like being told what to do by Donar. I am my own man, as are you. He does not dictate what we do." It was true he hadn't liked being told what to do by Donar that they didn't need to have sex, even though he had agreed that it would not have made Agron feel better, being told what to do had gotten to him. The looks that Donar had been casting at him, when he was near Agron did not help either.

"So take frustrations out on Donar and leave my cock out of it." Agron stated never taking his eyes off of the girls.

Auctus didn't usually ever apologize for his actions but he could tell that Agron had not been pleased with him. "Apologies... I will not grab cock without consent." That was also something he had never done, before. Sure in the past he had grabbed the cocks of fellow Gladiators in a taunting manner, but when Pietros had come to him and Barca, Pietros had changed him, possibly changed both of them. He chuckled about this. He too turned his gaze to the girls. Auctus was just about ready to speak to Agron again when the man left his side.

Agron couldn't believe what he was seeing it was Duro, it had to be Duro. But Duro was no longer a child as the form in front of him now. He quickly closed the distance between himself and the boy. The boy's curly black hair bounced as he ran back and forth across the market, hair which Duro had had as a child. As Agron advanced on the boy he couldn't help call out to him. "Bruder. Sieh mich an, Bruder!"

The young boy turned his gaze on Agron but did not seem to know the meaning of his words, but merely turned to see who was speaking. He smiled a toothy smile at Agron and giggled. Bouncing up and down causing his curls to do the same, the boy squealed and ran off again but quickly returned. He gazed up at Agron smile still on his face.

When the boy's eyes had met Agron's he felt as if his heart seized in his chest. The eyes were as if Duro was looking right at him again. Agron was about to reach for the boy to embrace him when hands gripped his arms tightly from behind.

"Be still, you are drawing too much attention…" Auctus hissed. The women in the market were now watching Agron very closely.

"Let go of me." Agron tried to remove himself from his friend's tight hold and watched as the boy giggled once again and ran off. "Bruder, komm zurück…" The boy turned around and came back towards Agron, his dark eyes shining with joy.

"I have seen you in the Arena." A voice came from beside them drawing Agron's attention away from the boy he was sure was Duro.

"I'm sorry you must be mistaken." Auctus explained and he took a hold of Agron's arm again.

"But I have seen your faces before." The white haired old woman said as she approached them. She had her gray eyes narrowed and her forehead was wrinkled as she inspected them.

"My companion is right, you are mistaken." Agron voiced giving the woman an apologetic look or hoped it was one.

The woman continued to come towards him and Auctus, eyes raking over them. "You are Gladiators. My husband has never missed the games. I would be a fool if I did not recognize you."

"We are just travelers." Auctus gave the woman a smile. He glanced behind the woman, glad that the attention of others had not been arisen. "We must be on our way. May the Gods bless you." He gave one last smile at the woman, who simply nodded and turned away from them.

Agron ignored the looks that Auctus was casting at him and turned his eyes back on the boy. He was running around giggling at the women in the market. Agron could not tell who the boy was here with. None of the people seemed to be paying him any mind. The boy tripped letting out a little yelp as his hands and knees both hit the ground at the same time. Agron gave one more glance at the women and walked towards the boy. "Hast du dich verletzt, Bruder?"As Agron looked down at the boy he realized he had no need to ask because the boy was sitting on his butt, knees pulled up to his chest holding his bloody knee and rocking back and forth.

The boy glanced up at Agron his eyes glassy with unshed tears and reached his bloody hand up to him.

Agron gave a comforting smile and outstretched his own hand.

"NO…"

Agron felt like his arm had just been thrust into a hot flame, as pain ripped through him causing him to roar out. Falling back against Auctus he noticed black uniformed Roman's closing in on them from the far end of the market. Only one seemed to be close to him. He was suddenly hit with fear for the little Duro, he could not lose him again. It took him a moment to come back to himself. "Schnell, renn..." He shouted looking down at the boy, despite the pain that shot through him and numbed his hand. At his words the boy scrambled to his feet and ran, casting evil looks at the Roman's. He watched the boys dark head disappear and he let out groan, he could feel the thick liquid as it slid down his arm and dripping from his fingers to the ground, surely staining it red. He didn't have time to pay any attention to the wound. He let out a growl at the Roman that continued to advance on him and he pulled his dagger out of his belt. The young Roman soldier lunged at Agron, swinging his sword wildly. Agron managed to get behind him and he put the dagger to his throat, he glanced at Auctus and the blade sliced through the flesh like it was butter and the body dropped to the ground.

Auctus let out a growl as he watched the young Roman fall to the ground grasping at his throat and then he grabbed Agron's uninjured arm. "We must flee…"

Agron growled again. "No…we can take them!"

"Agron, there are too many!"

Agron let out a frustrated grunt and let himself be pulled backwards by Auctus. "Go…" Agron flung himself around to face Auctus and cast a look at Mira and Aurelia, who were still unnoticed by the Roman soldiers. He knew the women could make it back on their own if he an Auctus led the Romans away.

"Stop treating me as if a fucking child..." Agron snarled at Auctus as they finally climbed back down into the cisterns.

"I will stop treating you like a fucking child when you regain mind." Auctus took his cloak off and threw it to the floor.

Spartacus came rushing towards them with Mira and Aurelia at his side.

"I have not lost fucking mind. I saw him..." Agron's voice had lowered considerably. He could have sworn by the fucking Gods that that boy was Duro. The wound was still spurting blood, which was flowing down his arm despite the cloth that was now wrapped around it.

"Hold tongue." Spartacus pointed at Auctus who had just about been ready to start quarrelling with Agron again. "Fetch the Medicus." He turned to Mira who nodded at him and she and Aurelia left. "What happened out there?" He directed this question at Agron.

"Roman's attacked us in the market." Agron replied. He thought Spartacus would have known by now what had happen.

"Mira told me that. I want to know what you two are going on about." Spartacus placed a hand on Agron's shoulder and looked down at his injured arm.

"He has gone mad. I am sure of it!" Auctus bent down and picked his cloak. He had not known what had gotten into Agron at the market and to this point still did not know.

"I have not…" Agron snapped. He had not lost his mind. He pulled away from Spartacus and headed towards the back of the tunnels where the small room was. He could hear footsteps behind him and knew that Spartacus and most likely Auctus were following him. He knew that Spartacus wanted to hear his words on what had happened but he didn't like all the eyes upon him. He entered the room and walked over the wooden crate, taking his cloak off. He sat down and placed his arm on his leg. He slowly removed the cloth that covered the wound. More blood flowed and he pressed the cloth back over it, hissing as pained throbbed through him.

He and Auctus had managed to get away from the Roman's with little fight and little damage. He hung his head when the footsteps finally came to a stop beside him and a hand was placed on his shoulder. "I saw him…" He murmured and the hand tightened its grip.

"Saw who?" Spartacus asked. He had not heard any of this.

"Duro. Es war mein Bruder. Ich habe meinen Bruder gesehen..."

Auctus let out a frustrated chuckle, "I do not know his words meaning, he has said it since we lost the Roman's."

Agron lifted his head and glowered at Auctus. He did not know what Auctus was talking about, what about his words were hard to understand.

"He said he saw his brother, he saw Duro." Donar said from his spot, sitting against the wall. Agron turned his eyes to him. "You are speaking in our tongue." He was sure Agron hadn't realized he had been.

"What do you mean you have seen Duro?" Spartacus wanted to know what he was talking about. His wife Sura had been able to see things, he did not believe the German had the gift but maybe he had been mistaken.

Agron retold what he had seen in the market about the boy he could have sworn was Duro. "And then he reached up with bloody hand and I received this." Agron groaned and he adjusted the cloth.

"I did not notice the boy." Auctus admitted.

"I know he was there. Do not say I have lost mind when your own eyes seem to be failing you." Agron stood up and fixed Auctus with a look but turned away from when he saw nothing but concern in those dark eyes. The image of the boy flooded back to him, the curls that had belonged to Duro, the eyes that had belong to Duro the entirety of the boy was as Duro had been. Agron dropped the cloth in his hand as he fought the urge to collapse to his knees. He could hear more footsteps approaching and turn his head, looking back over his shoulder.

Donar got up from his spot on the floor when he noticed blood dripping to the floor from Agron's arm. "You have lost a lot of blood. You should sit." He approached Agron, he could sense how upset his fellow German really was.

"I am fine. Just aid me in closing this wound." Agron held his arm out to Donar who took it within his hands and nodded.

Agron sighed as he slid the cloth along his bare skin, the water trickling its way down his naked body wetting the stone at his feet. He had been left alone for the time being. His arm was stitched and all that was left to do was to remove the blood. He could hear footsteps. They seemed to be pacing the tunnel outside the room. He glanced back over his shoulder as the footsteps seemed to cease but then start up again and Auctus burst into the room, his hands in his hair. "You look as though you are the one that has gone mad."

"Apologize for interrupting, I do not know what you saw in the market but I know you are struggling to let go of your brother…fuck…" Auctus let out a groan as he looked up at Agron, completely forgetting his words. It was not the first time he had seen the young German naked but it was a breathtaking sight.

Agron just shook his head, "Of course I am struggling to let go…I do not want to let go…" Agron stated truthfully, feeling a sharp pain in his chest at the mere thought of letting go of Duro. He didn't know if he ever could or if he would know how. He returned to cleaning his skin. He placed the cloth back into the small clay bowl of water that was sitting on the wooden crate and wrung it out. He straighten back up to Auctus in his space hand grabbing the cloth and lips found their way to his. Agron couldn't help but let out a moan against Auctus' lips, he could feel the shorter man's cock hardening against his hip. He tilted his head back when Auctus' lips moved from his own to his jaw. He couldn't help but let out a startled noise when his head rested on the shoulder of the body behind him, a body he didn't know was there.

Auctus slid his hand down Agron's torso and smiled when the other set of lips found their way to Agron's exposed neck. "Was it not your words that said he did not need this?" Auctus mentioned as he watched finger grasped Agron's hip and noticed his body tense.

"I do not recall said words." Donar lied. He pressed his lips Agron's neck again feeling his pulse quicken, but he hadn't missed how the young German's body had tensed when he had gripped his hip.

"Lies…" Agron muttered and then let out another moan as Auctus' tongue slid over his scar on his left pectoral and then teeth found purchase on his nipple, pulling, teasing. Donar's hand moved from his hip down to his thigh, pulling him back against him more as his lips moved to his shoulder. Agron shivered and then let out a yawn. He was exhausted mind and body, but his body was starting to respond to the hands and lips upon him.

"Do you wish to stop?" Donar asked, nuzzling at Agron's neck and then kissing the curve of where his neck and shoulder met. He slid his hand from Agron's thigh around to his ass. He started to slide his down when he felt the muscles tense.

"Feels good," Agron admitted with a mumble, closing his eyes. His eyes shot back open as lips encompassed his semi hard cock. He had not realized that Auctus had moved that low. He placed a hand in the dark brown hair, not to guide just to have something to hold on too. He let out a groan and leaned more on Donar who was fully hard, pressing against his ass. Agron wasn't entirely sure why he was allowing this to happen, he had not in the past, but fuck the Gods it felt good.

Below him Auctus let out a hum causing vibrations that made Agron's cock harden more. Donar slide an arm around his waist pulling him close and then he started rocking his hips against him pushing him forward into Auctus' mouth. Agron turned his head and Donar's lips immediately found their way to his, muffling the moan that escaped him as Auctus teeth grazed as he pulled off.

"Fuck me." Auctus stated as he slowly stood back up, kissing his way back up Agron's torso. He ran his tongue over his nipple again and then licked a strip the rest of the way up Agron's chest and neck. "Now…" He breathed against his ear.

Donar pulled away from Agron with a raised eyebrow. He hadn't expected this to go that far this quick but he wasn't going to complain. He was too fucking horny for that.

"Fucking harder…" Auctus hissed as Agron's hips snapped forward complying.

Agron let out a growl as Donar's fingers slipped between his ass cheeks, rubbing over his hole. He couldn't help but still his hips and tense his muscles. He was still uncomfortable with being touched there no matter how much he told himself he wanted to do this.

Auctus groaned out of frustration at the lack of movement and pushed back causing Agron's cock to sink all the way inside him again. He really did not like this position, it was too impersonal for him, he preferred lying on his back with the man above him, not standing, but with the three of them it was the easiest option. "Start fucking moving Agron before I take control..." The young German grunted at him and then started moving again, thrusting his hips with a lot of power. Auctus reached a hand back and gripped the back of Agron's thigh. The muscles were shifting under his hand with every thrust. He wasn't sure what Donar was doing behind them but whatever it was had been the cause of the lack of movement.

Donar pressed a saliva slick finger slowly inside of Agron, causing him to hiss and slump forward against Auctus. "Fuck…" They didn't have proper aid to make this more pleasurable and he thought about stopping.

Auctus glanced back the best he could at Donar. He knew now what the other German was doing. Agron was breathing heavy against his neck. He was just about ready to tell Donar to stop when he heard someone clear their throat behind them. "Jupiter's cock." He had not expected anyone to come in on them but Mira was standing there with a smile on her face.

Donar removed his finger and turned to face Mira. He was about to ask her what she wanted but the woman spoke before he could get his words out.

"I thought this might be of some aid." Mira smirked and tossed a small corked amphora at Donar, who caught it and started inspecting it. Mira gave them all one last smirk and left back down the passageway.

Donar uncorked the amphora and pressed his finger over the opening, tipping it upside down. He smiled when he felt the oil against his fingertip. Sometimes it was scary how much Mira knew about what people were doing. He let out a sigh and turned back towards Auctus and Agron. "Seems she knew what we were up too." He poured some of the oil onto his hand and stepped close to Agron again. Reaching around him he took a hold of Agron's cock, the part that was not still inside of Auctus and coated it with the oil.

Agron straighten up, which pulled him farther out of Auctus and Donar coated the length of him with the oil. He moaned as Donar's hand started moving up and down but let out a chuckle when Auctus swatted Donar and pulled on his thigh, pushing his own hips back against Agron. "Fucking impatient…" Agron started moving his hips again groaning at how much more pleasurable it felt now.

Donar coated his fingers and slowly pressed one back inside Agron, who still clenched around him but was more relaxed this time. He started moving his finger in and out and then pressed another one in, slowly working him open as Agron continued to fuck into Auctus. "Can you handle more than this?" Donar asked and Agron nodded, widening his stance slightly, and lacing his fingers into Auctus', whose hand was on the wall.

"Fuck…" Agron tilted his head back and thrust his hips forward. Donar had just pressed a third finger inside of him. He had never had someone care, to prepare him like this and he was suddenly hit with a lot of emotions that he tried to push away. Three fingers definitely burned more as the tight ring of muscle was stretched but Agron didn't mind the dull burn of this. The way Donar curled his fingers and pressed in deeper made him clench around them. He started to press his hips back against Donar's hand when his German kin removed his fingers causing him to let out a whine in protest. Something he thought he would never do. What are these two doing to me?

"Are you ready?" Donar asked pressing his lips against Agron's ear.

Agron could feel Donar's fully erect cock pressed against his ass as he pushed his hips back. He nodded and felt Donar's lips curl up into a smile.

"Mmm," Donar hummed, smiling once again. His eyelashes flutter as he stroked the oil over his own painfully hard cock. He lined up and started to press in, just as Agron pushed back, he let out a groan at feeling of Agron opening up for him and then clenching as his cock filled the young German, much faster than he had wanted too.

Donar was thick, big and nothing like Agron had ever had before. He bit down on his bottom lip and let his head fall back against Donar's shoulder as both Auctus and Donar moved. He clenched down when Donar started to draw out.

"Fuck the Gods, you are so…fuck…" Donar huffed out. He pressed his fingertips into the flesh of Agron's hip, causing him to tense again. He removed his hand from Agron's hip and he relaxed again allowing Donar to move easier. He wasn't sure why Agron tensed at his hip being touched but right now was not the time to ask about it either. He took a hold of Agron's left hip and he didn't tense this time. Donar made a mental note to ask about it later as he worked his hips forward, fucking in and out of Agron. They finally found a rhythm that worked and soon both Auctus and Agron were moaning out.

Auctus looked back over his shoulder and smiled when his and Donar's eyes met. "Harder…" The two men behind him moved at the same time making him cry out, in the best way possible.

Donar could see the sweat gathered on the back of Agron's neck and he leaned and licked the heated skin, as he moved his hips slowly. He wanted to make sure Agron felt every inch of him as he pushed in and dragged out. He wanted to make this good for him.

Agron kept clenching around Donar's cock with every thrust he made into Auctus and his legs started to feel weak and he felt his thighs quiver as he strained to keep up the harsh rhythm that Auctus seemed to like. He reached his arm around Auctus to help support himself and felt the rise and fall of his sweat slicked chest. "Are you…" Agron started to ask but then felt Auctus arm start moving faster letting him know that he was stroking himself. He felt himself smile. He was glad he wasn't the only one that couldn't keep up this fast paced fucking. He pressed his fingers into Auctus' hip to press in deeper and then let out a hiss as pain shot through his arm, and both men stopped moving. Agron bit his bottom lip, as he released his hold on the smooth flesh beneath his fingers. "Fuck the Gods, do not stop." He thrust back into Auctus trying to ignore the pain.

Donar thrust in deep and Agron let out a loud moan, his back arching and his head tipping back again. He had to smile about this and fuck he didn't know how much longer he would be able to last if Agron kept moaning like that.

Auctus was sure he almost bloodied his fingers as he tried the grip the stone wall, his moans echoing off the wall as Agron thrust in deep, hitting the right spot. He came unglued, coming hard as his own hand pumped him through his orgasm. "Fuck…" He breathed out, almost a sigh and dropped his head backwards onto Agron's shoulder.

Agron could feel heat twist in his stomach when Auctus tilted his head back. He pressed his face into Auctus' neck as he rocks his hips forward, slow and deep, a pace much different than Donar.

Agron's moans were causing Donar to move faster, thrusting his hips in out with purpose and sending amazing sensations straight to his cock.

"You are beautiful." Auctus remarked breathlessly as he pressed his lips against Agron's ear. His words caused Agron to lift his head up and then wrap his arms around his chest. Auctus wasn't afraid to say the words to Agron, he had said similar words to Pietros and Barca. He found the form of a man beautiful, much more so than a woman. Auctus turned Agron's head towards his until their lips found each other again, the kiss was sloppy and very open mouthed, Agron was practically panting now and his own hips were slowing, moving only from the motion Donar's hips were making. Auctus used this to his advantage and slipped his tongue in, licking at the roof of Agron's mouth.

Agron lets out a gasp his breathing becoming erratic when the tension in his body finally shattered as his orgasm ripped through him. He clung to Auctus while he rode out the pleasure that rushed through his body. His cock twitching his seed spilled inside of Auctus.

"Gods…" Auctus gritted out as Agron tucked his face back into his neck. Auctus managed to remove himself from Agron's hold just enough to pull away, Agron's spent cock slipping from him, and he turned around to face Agron, letting him embrace him again. Auctus pulled Donar's face towards his own and pressed his lips to the German's. "Come, you big oaf…" He insisted, knowing that Agron had just about had enough.

"Oh…oh…fuck." Donar exclaimed, snapping his hips into Agron in fast, sharp thrusts, the heat in his lower stomach coiling like a spring ready to snap, it felt almost too good to be deep inside this gorgeous man and that was enough to snap that coil that held back his orgasm. Donar's hips stilled as he panted loudly into Agron's shoulder.

Auctus stroked down Donar's sweat covered back, the man was still trying to catch his breath and he was sure that Agron was squeezing hard around Donar where he was still buried inside him. Agron looked totally spent. "Off…" He pushed Donar's shoulder. When Donar pulled out Auctus could feel Agron's breath hitch and he leaned more into him. The wall was cool against his back but he really didn't mind. Sweat and semen were now running down the inside of his thighs, but he really didn't mind that either. He watched Donar as he walked away from them and came back with the cloth Agron had had earlier. Donar gave him a questioning look and Auctus nodded at him telling him he should clean Agron up.

A/N: Nasir will be in the next chapter, do not worry. Thanks to all my Nagron Peeps for reading this and feel free to leave me a review.