Title: Bred To Kill Them All

Author: Amaranth827

Over-all Rating: MA

Chapter Word Count: 3,541

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.

Chapter 05: No Way

Weeks had passed since they had fled Capua and many villa's had been liberated. Many more men and women added to their ranks. So far they had stayed out of the reach of both Glaber's and Seppius' men. But it was only a matter of time though Agron thought and let out a sigh as the group he was travelling with crested the top of the hill that looked down upon the next villa they were to take. It was surrounded by trees and not too far from the road by the looks of it. He could sense eyes upon him, something he seemed to sense easily these days. He found two sets of eyes looking at him, Auctus and Mira. They must have heard it when he sighed. Either that or they had already been watching him. Mira was looking up at him from her position in front of him and then reached out and ran a hand over his tanned arm. Her dark brown, almost black eyes locked onto his own bright green ones, this caused Agron averted his gaze so he was looking solely at Auctus, who stepped closer to him and then dropped his dark brown eyes to the top of Mira's head but remained silent.

Agron had nothing against Mira, after all he considered her a friend so he withheld the growl that wanted to slip from his lips at her persistent eyes upon him. He wondered if it was because she knew he had heard what she said to Spartacus about him an angry boy that couldn't piss without splashing everyone about…the words repeated in his head when he looked at her. He was a little upset with her that that's what she thought of him but it also could have been just her anger at Spartacus that spurred her words. He did not know, he had not broken words with her on the matter. It was true he was very angry lately but he couldn't really be blamed could he? As far as being a boy, sure he was younger than Auctus, Spartacus and Mira, well most of those he considered friend but he hadn't been a boy since the age of thirteen when the Romans took him and Duro as slaves.

Agron let out a long breath, not of exhaustion but of frustration. He glanced to where Spartacus stood with the shit-eating Gaul and felt a growl escape his throat unable to hold it back. Auctus placed his hand on shoulder then. The Undefeated Gaul, Crixus, had brought them here in search of his woman, Naevia. She had been taken from him while they were all still slaves and gladiators under the house of Quintus Lentulus Batiatus. The Domina of the house, Lucretia, had found out about Crixus' and Naevia's secret love for each other and had banished Naevia from the house to be sent to other villas, to other Roman shits, in a fit of jealousy and rage. So this was the beginning of their search for Crixus' precious Naevia.

Agron let out another sigh and felt eyes upon him once more, but they were not that of Mira's or Auctus', but those of Spartacus, his blue eyes clearly showed that he could sense Agron's frustration. Agron averted his eyes slightly looking down at the villa in the distance that they were about to take as their own, but then looked back at the Thracian, who gave a silent nod and the group of fugitivus started to move with Spartacus. That's what they were they had been branded fugitivus and if caught the only fate they held was death. They had already lost Aurelia, Agron shook his head, he didn't want to lose anymore. Agron let out one more sigh and then followed silently, when Auctus let go of his shoulder. He pulled the hood of his slightly tattered cloak over his head as they made their way towards the villa…

"Tiberius, bring Chadara to me, for I want my cock deep inside her!" The aging Roman said to his body slave and then ran his fingers down the slaves exposed chest and stomach. He then brought his hand up to the slaves long raven locks and ran his thick fingers through it, letting out a hum of approval. He seemed to be debating if he just wanted his female body slave tonight.

"Yes Dominus!" Nasir said and waited for his Master to remove his clammy fingers from his too hot skin and then quickly left the room in search of his friend and fellow body slave. He let out a small sigh when he was out of ear shot of his Master and then closed his eyes briefly as he continued down across the villa, which he knew by heart. He used to despise being called Tiberius, when the Romans placed the name upon him, ten years past, but now he even started to call himself so. He daily had to remind himself that it wasn't his true name but it was hard sometimes not to just let it be so. Everything else had been taken from him, why not let them take his name completely too? He padded through the hall and into the slave chambers where he figured Chadara would be. "Chadara, Dominus requires you." Nasir said to her as she looked up at him from her position beside one of the other house slaves, who seemed to be nursing a cut on her wrist. He let out a sigh and stepped closer to the two women. "Ghita, what did you do?" Nasir asked even though he knew they had to get back to their Dominus.

Ghita looked up at Tiberius, eyes and cheeks still wet with tears. "One of the guards made attempt on me again, made me drop a glass. He pushed me down…"

Nasir nodded he knew the guards liked to make attempts on the slaves and injuries usually were acquired in the attempts. He let out another sigh and walked to the small chest that sat in the corner, where most of the slave's clothes were kept and he pulled out some scraps of cloth and brought them over to her. He kneeled down in front of Ghita and took her arm, inspecting it closely. "It doesn't look too deep seems the Gods favor you again. Clean it with water and wrap it tightly, I shall try to bring salve to calm the pain." Nasir placed the cloth in her lap and then stood up. "Come Chadara, Dominus awaits us."

Chadara ran a hand through her wavy blonde locks and then stood up with a roll of her blue eyes. "Couldn't he just want you tonight, Tiberius?" Chadara let out a sigh and followed him from the room.

Nasir didn't respond as they made their way to the Dominus' chambers. He had been wanted by their Dominus last night and was sure that he would be asked to aid in some way tonight also. This was the only part he did not like of the position he held, it meant that his Dominus forced him to have sex with him regardless of what Nasir wanted. It was part of being a slave. When they reached the blue curtain that hung in the doorway, Nasir made Chadara go in first and then he followed her in taking his place in the corner by the doorway. He would wait until he was called upon. He clasped his hands behind his back and stood silently. Nasir tried not to watch as their Dominus had his way with Chadara it brought him no pleasure in watching so he stared at a spot on the wall above their heads…

Agron stopped beside Spartacus when they reached the gates of the villa, Auctus stopping beside him. His frustrations had not wavered any in the time it took to reach the villa, if anything they had built. He watched as some of the men launched Lydon and Ortius to the top of the stone wall and they soon disappeared behind it. The sounds of Romans dying filled the quietness as the few guards that were behind the gate were taken care of. Agron took a step forward and then stopped when he felt a hand grip his arm. He looked down at the hand it was Spartacus' way of telling him to be patient, something he didn't like to do. Spartacus squeezed his arm once more before he let go of it. He turned his gaze back to the now opening gates and scanned the area beyond, no guards were left in the courtyard, and all that remained were the ones inside the villa itself. Agron charged in after Spartacus letting out a growl, he finally would have someone to take his anger and frustrations out on…

Nasir watched as his Dominus flipped Chadara onto her stomach and thrust back into her, grabbing onto her hair and leather slave collar around her neck. He closed his eyes and then opened them again to stare at the previous spot on the wall with a tiny sigh.

"Tiberius, I shall finish, come place cock in ass…" Dominus ordered.

Nasir started to undo his loose white trousers and then walk forward, willing his body to respond but when he reached his Dominus he stilled his movements due to the screams that filled the air.

"Fetch my robes quickly!" The now angry Roman shouted at Nasir, pulling away from Chadara, who rolled her eyes out of sight of the others in the room…

Agron growled and then he launched himself at a Roman stabbing him in the neck with his dagger as his body forced them down into the shallow water pool. Red soon tainted the previously clear water. He quickly got to his feet and dispatched two more Romans, keeping his eyes on where Spartacus was. The fighting ended as Spartacus stabbed a Roman through the back of the head and out through the mouth. Agron let out another growl as the body of the now dead Roman collapsed to the floor…

Nasir tried to flatten himself against the wall and quickly fastened his trousers back tightly on his waist as two large men in very little clothing came rushing through the curtain and grabbed his Dominus by the arms roughly and started dragging him from the room. One of the men turned and took Nasir by his arm and pushed him through the door pushing Chadara into him causing them both to stumble.

"Tiberius what is happening?" Chadara whispered and gripped the olive skin of his arm tightly.

"Hush, just do as they say." Nasir replied and then let out a hiss as the man pushed him again. He noticed that all the house slaves had been ushered out into the courtyard and a large group of men stood before them, just as underdressed as the two other men. One of the men was talking about freedom. Nasir chuckled at the thought, why would he want to be free. He glanced at the tall figure beside the man that was talking about freedom he seemed to stand a few inches taller than most of the men around him. He was very attractive. Nasir soon found himself staring openly at the striking man, something he had never done before. It wasn't until the name Spartacus was said that Nasir tore his eyes away from the man. These are the Rebels, Nasir thought and felt his jaw clench.

Agron started watching the newly liberated slaves as Crixus led the Dominus of the house away to be questioned about his knowledge on Naevia's whereabouts. The slaves were all gossiping now that they were in the absence of their Master. He stepped up beside Spartacus, but remained silent. He was aware of Auctus and Donar watching him.

"Do you feel better?" Spartacus asked turning his head towards him, their eyes meeting once again. Spartacus had raised an eyebrow slightly.

Agron let out a sigh, "Roman blood does bring great joy."

"A sigh has been passing lips all day." Spartacus wondered what was really bothering his friend.

Agron started to let out another sigh but stopped it short at Spartacus' words. "Frustrations and unease of mind…" Agron said as explanation.

"What is it that unease's you so?" Spartacus asked the young German. He knew what was frustrating him already.

Agron shook his head, not wanting to speak his mind.

"Find tongue Brother!" The Thracian said turning towards him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Agron glanced at Spartacus' hand and then to his face. "I have concerns of this quest we are set on…" Spartacus tightened his hold on Agron's shoulder so he continued talking. "I feel it's going to lead us all to the afterlife."

Spartacus didn't release hold on Agron's shoulder. "Which path do you speak of?" He watched Agron look at the group of Gaul's and tightened fingers once more, bringing his attention back to him. "I told Crixus we would find her if she still 'lives' and that is what we will do." Spartacus kept the pressure on his friends shoulder.

Agron looked down at Spartacus' hand again and then nodded.

"I shall set Mira to task tending to the women, to see the collars removed." Spartacus let his grip go and left to find Mira.

Agron let out another sigh now that the Spartacus was out of ear shot. He looked out in front of him the eight slaves that had just been freed were huddled together whispering. He was just about ready to step towards them to speak to them when Mira came out of nowhere and approached them. Agron stilled in his steps and just watched.

"Tiberius, are we really free now?" Ghita asked hopefully, pulling her long blonde hair up into a messy ponytail.

Nasir hissed at her words and the others fell silent. He was just about ready to speak and discourage them from trusting these people when a woman with freckles on her face approached them. Her dark eyes were scanning them.

"My name is Mira and I require assistance." Mira looked at the people in front of her and met eyes with the boy that stood in front of them. He wasn't really a boy, but he was young, maybe a few years younger than Agron. His honey brown eyes were narrowed and untrusting, which she understood.

"I shall help you…" Ghita responded and stepped forward. She looked back at her friend Nakia whose long, curly black hair was being braided by Chadara. Once Chadara released her hair Nakia stepped forward too.

"Great follow me." Mira said with a smile and led the girls away from the others.

Nasir hissed at the fleeting looks of Ghita and Nakia as this Mira led them away. He turned his attention to Chadara, who was now watching someone. Nasir followed her gaze; she was looking at Spartacus and the handsome man that he had been watching earlier. He once again found himself watching the man. The man didn't seem happy, that was an emotion that Nasir noticed easily, sadness of heart. "Chadara don't get any ideas, these men are not to be trusted!" Nasir said when he noticed her leaving his side.

"You worry too much." Chadara brushed off his comment and strutted off towards the villa, keeping her eyes on Spartacus and the very handsome man standing with him.

Agron removed his hooded cloak and placed it on the ground beside where he seated himself. He could feel eyes upon him as a cup of water was placed into his hand. Agron looked up to find one of the slave girls they had freed along the way standing in front of him. She had long, dark brown hair that was braided so it hung over her shoulder. Her skin was creamy and freckled and her eyes were blue like the sky above them. She was very beautiful if Agron was into that, but he wasn't. He did not recall her name nor did he care too. Agron was pretty sure that she had taken a liking to him and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He heard the growl escape his lips before he could stop it and the girl blushed and scurried away. Agron looked up when he heard a chuckle, it was Auctus. He sat down beside Agron without a word and sipped from his own cup.

"Must you scare them all away?" Spartacus asked as he placed his tired body down on the other side of his growly friend and then smirked at Auctus. "I do not know which passes lips more these days, the sigh or the growl." He smiled his crooked smile at Agron as he looked up from his cup at him. "Drink, Brother!" He placed his own cup to his lips and watched the now stoic German beside him.

Agron looked back down at his cup and then raised it to his lips, swallowing its contents in two gulps. "I think she has taken a fancy to me." Agron expressed not looking up from the now empty cup in his hands.

"And this bothers you?" Spartacus prompted not sure how his friend felt about it. He looked over to Auctus when he heard his snort. The man seemed to always be at Agron's side these days and Spartacus started to wonder if there was more to them.

Agron shook his head it wasn't that it bothered him. "It shall not be returned…"

Spartacus nodded. He glanced around them and noticed Mira and a newly freed blonde woman watching them, they seemed to be in conversation. "I felt the same with Mira."

"But you still lay with her, I shall not." Agron admitted.

Spartacus agreed with a nod and then tilted his head slightly as he looked at Agron. In the time he had known Agron he had not seen him with many people, he seemed to keep close to Donar and Auctus. "Does no one catch your eye?" He couldn't help his curiosity on the matter after all Agron had become the closest friend he had after Varro had died.

Agron shook his head once again. It was true, not one of these people truly held his eye. Yes he had been with Auctus and Donar, but he didn't know if he actually could see himself 'with' either of them. Sure he found some of the men around them attractive but none he could see himself with either.

Spartacus gave a small smile before taking another sip of water. He figured a change in subject was due. "We suffered no causalities."

"Liscus and Acer suffered minor injuries…" Auctus offered, not amused by the Gauls in the least.

"Fucking Gaul's, they grow careless." Agron grumbled as he looked at the singing, boisterous Gaul's. Rhaskos was nude, dancing on top of the table, cock flopping around. Agron rolled his eyes and lowered his gaze back to his hands. He could hear Auctus murmur something beside him but couldn't make out all of what he said. Agron knew Auctus had very little love for the Gaul's too, even though Auctus ex-lover, Barca, had become close to Crixus, Auctus remained indifferent to the Gaul and by extension the other Gaul's.

Spartacus agreed with the carelessness and rolled his eyes too. "How many weapons did we secure?" He asked looking at the two men beside him.

"Enough to see a dozen more men ready to fight." Agron looked up at the group of newly freed slaves still huddled together. He didn't think they would be fighting men or women for that matter. Not all the women could handle themselves as Mira could. Agron let out a long sigh, hoping it would go unnoticed by the Thracian but by the way his eyebrows rose it did not. They had only been lucky to pick up a few men along the way that seemed suited to pick up blade. He looked past the huddled group to one of the men that had joined their ranks recently. He was of kin, German, Chay he called himself. Agron lowered his gaze again when Chay's eyes met his.

Auctus watched Agron as he scanned the crowd and he noticed the new German watching Agron now, even though Agron had dropped his gaze back to the empty cup in his hands. Auctus didn't know what to make of this new German. He glanced over at the new freed men, they all seemed rather small and a few were older. It would take a lot of training to make them fighters. He was tempted to let out a sigh of his own.

Nasir looked at the piled bodies of the guards an saw his Dominus' body piled to the top. He heard a few excited noises come from his fellow house slaves and let out a hiss of frustration at their giddiness. He didn't like this, not one bit. He wasn't sure which one of these men had killed his master but didn't care, no way was he going to trust any of them.