Title: Bred To Kill Them All

Author: Amaranth827

Over-all Rating: MA

Chapter Word Count: 2,325

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, Mild Violence (Training), Talk of Death.

Chapter 09: Any Fucking Sense

Agron opened his eyes and then let out a deep sigh when he saw Chay coming towards him. He closed his eyes again hoping the man would leave him be. "Break words or leave sight." Agron mumbled.

Chay smiled and took in the sight of the man in front of him. "How can I leave sight, when eyes have not opened to greet me?" His smile grew when the young German's eyebrow rose, but his eyes remained closed. Chay chuckled when he did not get a response. "How do I fare in training?" he asked just wanting to carry on words with Agron.

"You improve but still need work…" Agron said truthfully never opening his eyes.

"I would fare much better with personal attention." Chay grinned as Agron finally opened his eyes. "Sword present and absent both."

"Do you not have any fucking sense?" Agron was baffled at the man in front of him, had he not made his words clear enough. "Did my words fall on absent ears?" Agron growled.

Chay chuckled. "You have frustrations built up; do you not wish to release them?" He asked, his grin widening even more, he did not want to back off. He would not let it go that easily.

Agron clenched his fists when he felt a hand on his shoulder and a body step up beside him. Spartacus was looking down at his hands, when Agron turned his gaze on his friend. Agron let out a sigh and slowly unclenched his fists.

"Chay go see where you are needed." Spartacus told the man, trying to save him from Agron's soon to be wraith, he would surly endure if he pushed the young German much farther. "Would you like to tell me what happened to Chay's face?" Spartacus asked once Chay was out of hearing range.

Agron sighed again, "Unwanted hands upon body, so face met wall, hard…"

Spartacus nodded and watched Chay in the distance; he was surprised of the man's so forward touches. "Just try not to kill him…" Spartacus smiled when Agron rolled his eyes at him. "We need, fighting men like him."

"I cannot promise if hands are repeatedly placed where not wanted."

"Understandable. Shall I break words with him on the matter?" Spartacus offered.

Agron shook his head. "It shall be fine."

"It would seem you have more eyes upon you." Spartacus pointed out the boy and knew his eyes were for Agron and not him.

Agron turned his head and looked at the wild little dog; his brown eyes were indeed watching him. He watched as the little man stood and started walking towards them.

"Send him to me, when he is done breaking words." Spartacus patted Agron on the shoulder and walked away.

Nasir stopped in front of Agron and looked up at him. "I owe you much gratitude for removing foot from face and mouth from sand." He took the apple out of his bag and held it out to Agron.

"Fucking Gauls…" Agron took the apple from his out stretched hand and watched as he leaned against the wall beside him. "It was ass I removed foot from…" Agron corrected and then took a bite of apple, the juices flooding his mouth. He could tell the little man was watching his mouth and he licked his lips absentmindedly. Agron took another bite of apple and tried to ignore those brown eyes that he knew were still watching him.

"Yes I suppose it was ass foot was removed from…" Nasir chuckled with very little amusement behind it and finally pulled his eyes away from Agron's mouth. He knew he was staring at him like a fool but he couldn't help it.

"Spartacus wants you back to training." Agron told him and sensed him tense beside him. "You still hold ill feelings?" He decided to ask. Agron looked at him; the little man was clenching the leather strap of the pouch he now possessed.

Nasir remained silent as he looked up at Agron's face again. Some of the juices from the apple were on Agron's lips. Nasir wanted nothing more than to taste those juices. He watched as Agron's tongue poked out from behind his lips, licking them. Nasir promptly looked away. "I shall return to training then." He swiftly walked away, feeling Agron's eyes upon his back.

"How did you fair?" Chadara asked him when he came back over to her.

"He still knows not my name." Nasir took the strap of the pouch off his shoulder and handed it to Chadara. "Will you keep it safe?"

"I shall, but where do you go?" She asked curiously.

"To return to training…" Nasir gritted his teeth when he noticed Spartacus waiting for him upon the sands. He slowly walked over and picked up the sword and shield he had been using earlier.

"Ready to begin?" Spartacus asked as the boy stopped in front of him, sword gripped tightly.

"If I must…" Nasir responded with his eyes narrowed at Spartacus again. He adjusted the grip on the sword in hand feeling the ache in his fingers at the heaviness it still held.

"You must…" Spartacus responded and swung at the boy, watching him closely as he did.

Nasir hissed as the sword hit the shield, the vibrations radiating up his tired arm. He hissed again and swung at Spartacus, receiving a slap of metal against lower back as he missed. Nasir growled and spun around, swinging, trying to land contact to the Thracian, failing to do so each time. He let out a groan as his chin smacked into the sand. Nasir remained still, not wanting to get back up. His body was aching from head to toe. It didn't make any fucking sense training like this, he was no gladiator. He didn't believe his body to be built for this. Nasir let out a sigh, dust blowing out around him from the sand below his face.

Nasir could hear Agron barking orders at the other men he was training, so he rolled so he could see him. Agron had his hand on the butt of his sword while he paced the sands around the sparring men. Nasir watched Agron for awhile lost in thought until he heard a chuckle from behind him. He quickly got to his feet and found Spartacus smirking at him.

"Agron can train you if that is what you seek." Spartacus watched the boy and noticed the blush cover his cheeks. He knew that training was the last thing on the boys mind when he looked at Agron. Spartacus himself may hold a liking for the female form but he was no fool.

Nasir shook his head. Training was not what he sought from Agron and he was sure that Spartacus knew this; it made him blush even more. When he felt the blush heat his cheeks more he let out a growl, swinging his sword at Spartacus again this time making contact with the man's own swords. Nasir was frustrated now, more so than he had been earlier. He did not like being teased, if that was what the great leader was doing. Nasir hissed again and swung making contact once again.

After getting put in the sand three more times, the gates opened and the Gauls all came in through it heading straight to the water barrels. One of the Gauls, Nasir wasn't sure of his name, nor did he really care, pushed into Agron as they passed him and Nasir could hear Agron growl from where he lay in the hot sand. Nasir slowly stood up and watched Agron, his hand formed a fist and Nasir noticed the dagger clenched tightly now.

"Agron set the men to rest…" Spartacus had seen the dagger in his friends hand also and would not see he use it.

Agron growled and put the dagger away. "Go!" He yelled at the men and watched all of them scurry away; the only ones that remained on the sands were Auctus, Chay and the wild little dog. Agron let out a sigh and walked over to the wall, sitting down on one of the wooden benches. He was soon joined by Auctus, who sat down beside him. Agron glanced at his friend and then adjusted the leather straps on his boots and then stretched his long legs out in front of him relishing the shade the wall now casted.

"Sun seems even harsher today." Auctus commented and mimicked the way Agron was sitting, the cool stone felt amazing against the hot flesh of his back.

"We spent too many days in the cisterns your skin grows unaccustomed to the heat?" Agron asked, smirking at his friend.

Auctus chuckled. "At least my skin is not as fair as yours." Agron's skin was far from the fairest, but his skin was lighter than Auctus' own skin. They both chuckled.

Nasir couldn't help but watch Agron and Auctus, when he heard them both let out a chuckle. They seemed completely at ease with each other and he couldn't help but wonder how close they actually were. Nasir let out a deep breath and finally left the sands when he noticed the Gauls all leave the water barrel. He was going to stay clear of them if possible. He quickly drank one cup of water, shortly followed by another. When his thirst was quenched he started looking for Chadara. He soon found her helping Mira take stock of the remaining food and helping hand out food as people came for it.

Chadara smiled at him and handed him a chunk of bread, a few small pieces of dried meat, a small piece of cheese and a pear. With the way Nasir had seen most of the people around him devouring their portions of food, it was clear they had been lacking in it before they came here to his villa. His Dominus always stored more food than was necessary for a man with no family to care for. He just hoped they would not eat their way through it too quickly.

"Here…" Chadara handed him his leather bag also. "Kept it safe for you." She gave him a smile and went back to helping Mira.

Nasir nodded thanks to her and then headed to find a place to sit and eat. He opened the leather bag and placed his food inside, not wanting to take a chance of it getting hit to the ground. He seated himself against one of the pillars just outside the doorway, so he could observe the people around him as he ate.

The stupid Gauls were singing and drinking, making spectacles of them. To Nasir it seemed that was all they knew how to do. Fuck, drink and be fools. He couldn't see any other purpose for them. He let out a hiss when he noticed two of the Gauls harassing one of the young slave girls. They were pigs. He watched as Chadara walked past carrying stuff in her arms, one of the Gauls were trying to treat as if she were still a house slave, but was quickly silenced by Spartacus' loud voice. Chadara gave Nasir a small smile and continued along.

Nasir watched as Crixus stood up conversing with Spartacus and then left. Crixus was the one that kill his Dominus, maybe he should have been the one Nasir had tried to kill. But Nasir knew he would probably have been killed on the spot. He let out a huff of air and glared at Spartacus. He knew he was still harboring ill feelings towards the man, but could not help it. Feelings weren't easily changed, at least not for Nasir.

"You press fortunes, staring so openly at the slayer of Theokoles…" Agron kneeled down beside the little man, watching him glare at Spartacus.

"Proving even giants fall…" Nasir said quietly and then looked over at Agron. The man was crouched down beside him, two cups in his hands. One was being held out to him, waiting for him to take it. He finally took it and took a sip eyes going back to the Thracian.

"What is your name little man, so I may mourn your death properly?" Agron asked and brown eyes locked onto his again.

Nasir hesitated. "I am called Tiberius…"

Agron raised an eyebrow. "Tiberius? You are far too dark of skin to have such a fair Roman name…"

"I am more Roman than Syrian." Nasir said softly not really believing his own words.

"There was a Syrian in our ludus…treacherous fuck if there ever was one…" Agron watched as the little man's jaw clenched slightly. "Do you have family there?"

Nasir looked up at Agron again, even crouched down Agron was still taller than Nasir himself, in sitting position. "I do recall a brother." Nasir wanted to smile, someone was actually caring about his past, but then he saw sadness flash across Agron's beautiful face, pushing the smile that Nasir had wanted to show, away.

"I too had a brother…" Agron looked away from the little man.

"No more?" Nasir asked softly.

Agron shook his head. "He was cut down by Romans…"

Nasir finally knew why there was sadness to the man. He lost his brother. He wanted to apologize for Agron losing his brother but he didn't know how to. "When you turned swords against them?" Nasir asked trying to understand.

Agron snapped his head back towards the little man and their eyes locked again. "As shall you, if you hold any fucking sense…" Agron stood and walked away, not wanting to be angry at the little man's comment.

Nasir let out another sigh as he watched Agron walk away from him. He must not hold any fucking sense, if he managed to drive the only one that seemed interested in him away. Nasir bit off a piece of bread and then swallowed it, cursing his choice of words.