Chapter Warnings: Mild to sometimes strong language, unwanted touching and kiss, blood, violence.
Chapter Word Count: 3,730
Chapter 13: Free Men Now
The moon was at its peak in the sky as they reached the new villa. Agron had asked Nasir to wait with the non fighting members and Nasir did so willingly with sword in hand at the ready. He knew he was not ready for a full out fight, not yet. A short time past and then Agron came to fetch the others, greeting Nasir with a smile. "How many more slaves were freed?" Nasir asked as he visually inspected Agron for any new injuries.
"Four…" Agron motioned for them all to go into the villa and then he started walking with Nasir.
Nasir noticed that the villa was smaller than the one he had belonged to as he made his way inside with Agron, it was small but would hold their numbers. He slowly made his way through the halls of the villa, while Agron met with Spartacus. He noticed that there were only two bed chambers. He was sure that Crixus would claim one, while Spartacus and Mira would no doubt claim the other. Nasir wasn't sure where Agron was going to sleep for the night or if he would even seek his company again. Nasir made his way to a deserted corner of the villa's main room and quietly pulled the furs from the top of the bag and laid them out; the corner was far removed from the Gauls. He had finished setting up his sleeping spot when he sensed someone standing behind him. Nasir glanced over his shoulder and smiled, Agron was looking down at him with a smile on his face and two cups in hand. Nasir stood up from his crouched position with a blush on his face.
Agron looked down at the setup Nasir had created and couldn't help the smile from growing. He held out a cup to Nasir. "I know you like the taste."
Nasir took the cup and sipped it, the smile refusing to leave his lips. "Much appreciated." Nasir watched Agron take a sip from his own cup. "Do you share in drink?" Nasir asked wondering if Agron was drinking wine with him.
Agron nodded. "It is yet watered down, so it does not cloud my mind upon waking." He smiled at the little man.
"Where shall you let sleep claim you?" Nasir hoped Agron wouldn't mind his inquires.
"I have yet to find a place." Agron told him and then took another sip of the watered down wine.
Nasir looked down at the furs and then back at Agron. "You are welcome to sleep here; your company would be well received." Nasir couldn't help the blush that crept into his cheeks.
"As would yours." Agron watched as Nasir removed his leather pouch and placed it in the corner at the top of the furs. Nasir then lowered himself down onto the furs and looked up at Agron. Agron smiled and sat his cup down. He then removed his sword and leather from around his waist. Agron placed them beside the furs and lowered himself down on to the furs beside Nasir, stretching out his legs. He leaned back resting against the pillows. "It is long since I last lay upon furs." Agron said with a yawn.
Nasir quickly grabbed the cloth bag he had put the bedding in and pulled out one of the thin blankets. He sat it down on Agron's stomach and received a smile from him. "In case the cold finds us tonight." Nasir returned the smile and then pulled out one for himself and then laid back down placing his head on one of the pillows. Nasir turned his head to face Agron and saw his eyes were already closed. "May peaceful sleep claim you, Agron." Nasir turned onto his side facing the German and closed his own eyes.
"Same to you little man…" Agron mumbled sleep already starting to claim him.
Nasir groaned and stretched out his body to find a very warm body pressed against his back. He tried his hardest to suppress the shudder that wanted to run through him at the hot breath he felt against his skin and slowly opened his eyes. It did not take him but only a few seconds to realize it was not the hot breath of his Dominus against his skin nor was it the arm of his Dominus draped over his side. This arm was far too strong to belong to his Dominus. Nasir glanced back over his shoulder, the handsome German was still asleep and had his face buried low against Nasir shoulder, Nasir's hair slightly covering his face. He slowly pulled away from Agron and slid so he was lying on his back. Agron let out a groan and rolled onto his stomach, exposing the muscles of his back, to the still cool air that surrounded them. Nasir wanted nothing more than to reach out a hand to run it down that muscled back.
Nasir let out another sigh as he moved his legs, the muscles were sore and the thought of training was weighting heavy upon him. He knew they would be training more today and decided he would let Agron get as much rest as was possible. He grabbed the thin blanket that had been kicked off of the taller man and placed it over his lower have, giving Agron more privacy from prying eyes, eyes that he felt upon them now. Nasir slowly sat up leaning against the wall and took in their surroundings and who was around them. He spotted the eyes that were on them, they were those of the man that Nasir had seen around Agron the last few days. Nasir scowled at him as the man's gaze left Agron's sleeping form and locked eyes with his own.
Nasir continued to glare at the man and sat in silence until he heard Agron let out a soft groan and then watched him roll over onto his back, knees up. Nasir smiled and waited for him to wake up fully. He wasn't going to leave Agron's side until he was awake. Nasir smiled again as Agron let out another groan, throwing his arm over his eyes in attempt to hide from the ever increasing light.
Agron removed the arm that covered his eyes and slowly opened them. "Morning comes to soon…" He said to Nasir, knowing he was already awake and most likely watching him.
"You seem to favor sleep." Nasir said with a chuckle.
Agron sat up and smiled at him. "I favor food more…" His stomach let out a growl that proved his words.
"I shall fetch us some then." Nasir removed the blanket that still covered his legs and stood up, stretching. He had planned to get the food as soon as Agron had waked.
"I am capable of fetching my own meal, Little Man." Agron said with a raised eyebrow.
Nasir smiled down at him. "I know you are capable, I just wish to do it."
"Appreciated…but you are a free man now, you do not have to serve me." Agron offered him a smile and then watched Nasir walk away.
Nasir just gave Agron a smile and continued to walk down the hall. He didn't see it as serving Agron in the same way as he had his Dominus. It was different.
Agron let out a sigh and then lowered himself back onto the furs, resting his head on the pillow, waiting from the Little Man's return. Agron closed his eyes, relishing in the quietness that still fell on the villa in the early hours. He smiled when he felt someone kneel on the furs beside him, their knee brushing against his thigh. Agron was just about to open his eyes when a rough kiss was pressed to his lips, the mouth was rough, with cracked lips, and calloused hands gripped his hip. Agron snapped his eyes open and shoved the man away from him, knowing it was not Nasir as he had first thought it to be. He winched as his bottom lip was bit and pulled as their bodies were pushed apart. Agron sat up fully and growled menacingly at Chay, who once again found himself on his ass upon ground.
"Your lips are softer than I imagined." Chay licked his lips at the taste of Agron's blood in his mouth. The young German looked positively murderous now and Chay couldn't help but smirk, feeling the arousal course through his veins.
Nasir smiled warmly at Arlo, the old cook, as he got a bowl of porridge for himself and Agron. He noticed cherries diced up into it, the dark red chunks stuck out in the steaming mush. Nasir then took two apples and a large chunk of bread and a piece of cheese. He finally grabbed a jug of water, placing all in his arms. He had gotten very skilled at carrying many items within arms with ease. Nasir hummed to himself as he walked the still quiet halls that led from the kitchen. He watched people start to stir from slumber as he passed. When he rounded the corner he almost dropped the food in his arms at the sight in front of him.
Agron had the shorter man pinned to the ground, dagger pressed to his throat, while Spartacus gripped Agron's arm and shoulders, trying to prevent the movement of said dagger. Mira was on her knees by the men's heads, talking to Agron. Nasir rushed over to the furs and discarded the items from his arms and then rushed over to Agron, dropping to his knees beside Mira. "Agron…" Nasir said softly, hoping he would look at him. He tried to inch closer but was halted by Mira's arm.
"Agron, you will remove dagger from his throat." Spartacus said firmly.
"Agron…" Nasir said softly when Agron didn't respond to Spartacus in any way. He moved forward ignoring Spartacus' warning look. "Please…" Nasir's eyes widened slightly when Agron looked up at him, blood upon his lip and chin and rage in his beautiful green eyes, but the rage ebbed away when those green eyes met Nasir's. Nasir sighed with relief as the dagger was removed from the man's throat and Agron straightened up slightly, Spartacus' grip loosening, but Nasir jumped as Agron growled and started punching the man. Spartacus managed to pull Agron off the short bulky man that now lay unconscious. Nasir wanted to reach out and help Spartacus hold Agron but something stilled his hands. He watched as Spartacus fought to keep a hold of Agron's shoulders, while the young German growled again.
Nasir's eyes followed Agron and Spartacus as they stood, Spartacus' arms still wrapped around Agron's shoulders. He noticed Agron grasp at the loose fabric that used to be his subligaria with bloodied, shaking hands. It was ripped and offered little coverage now. Agron's bare right hip was showing and upon it dark pigment of a slave mark. Nasir got to his feet and stepped closer to the two men. Free men now but always to be reminded... Nasir thought to himself as he caught another glimpse of Agron's brand on his hip and on his forearm.
"Calm yourself." Spartacus said into Agron's ear. Agron let out a growl at him but did seem to stop fighting the hold.
"Agron…" Nasir said again softly as the German growled at Spartacus. Nasir watched as Spartacus finally let go of Agron and the man walked away from the small crowd that had gathered. He was heading back to the corner he and Nasir had claimed the other night. Nasir gave Mira and Spartacus a worried look and then walked after Agron. He heard Agron growl at a few people that sat close to their furs and they quickly gathered their things and hurried off. "Sit please?" Nasir asked Agron, he wanted to check where the blood was coming from.
Agron didn't say anything to Nasir, but he did sit down upon the furs, his back against the wall and his hands gripping the ripped cloth tightly in one hand and the dagger in the other.
Nasir lowered himself to his knees beside Agron, looking at his heaving chest. He knew he should be cautious around Agron right now, with the dagger still clenched in hand. "May I check your wound?" Nasir asked keeping his voice soft and hopefully soothing. Agron just nodded to him, sitting otherwise completely motionless. Nasir grabbed a few scrapes of cloth out of the bag and then dipped them into the jug of water, wringing out the access water to the ground beyond the edge of the furs. He slowly wiped the blood from Agron's chin and swollen bottom lip.
Agron winced at the sting, but kept his eyes adverted from Nasir, not sure if he wanted to make eye contact with anyone right now. He couldn't help but notice Auctus and Donar rush through the room and up the nearby hallway. He knew where they were going. Agron let out a sigh and then followed the figure with his eyes that was walking towards him and Nasir.
Nasir looked up when he felt someone place their hands on his shoulders. Spartacus was standing looking down at him, worry full on his face. Nasir offered him a comforting smile as the Thracian knelt down beside him. "I shall tend to wound." Nasir told Spartacus, who nodded, but kept his eyes on Agron.
"I would have words when you are ready Brother." Spartacus said to the German in a soft tone. He was sure he knew what had happened but he still needed Agron to break words on the matter.
Agron nodded at Spartacus but kept his gaze lowered and mouth shut, not trusting his voice right now.
Spartacus withheld placing a comforting hand upon his friend, knowing it would not be well received in present mind. He patted Nasir again on the shoulder, giving him another warning look and then stood, leaving the Syrian to tend to his friend.
Nasir watched Spartacus leave them then looked back to Agron, who had just finally looked up at him. "Your pervious wound was reopened." Nasir went back to cleaning Agron's wounded mouth. He inspected Agron's bottom lip closer and saw distinct teeth marks. "He kissed you?" Nasir hoped Agron would tell him what happened. He felt nauseous now, at the thought of the man's lips anywhere on Agron.
Agron cleared his throat, making sure his emotions were in check before he spoke. "Yes he did and when I pushed him away he latched onto my lip." Agron turned his head and spit the blood out of his mouth into the clay bowl that was beside the furs.
Nasir paused in his cleaning the wound when Agron spit out a large amount of blood. "Open please?" Nasir asked.
Agron opened his mouth, leaning his head back against the wall. When Nasir was done checking the inside of his mouth he turned his head and spit out more blood.
"Here clean mouth with this." Nasir handed him his cup of wine from the previous night, he had not finished it. He smiled when Agron did as he suggested. Nasir looked down at Agron's hand that remained at this side, still gripping the frayed fabric. He had left the dagger beside his thigh on the furs. "He did this?" Nasir asked motioning to Agron's hand. He felt ever sicker at the thought of the man's hands upon Agron's bare flesh. Agron just nodded at him. "He had to tear it from body…" Nasir hissed and Agron looked up at him.
"Most do not like being turned down…more than once." Agron sighed, he had lost count of the times he had turned Chay down since the man had joined them.
"You are not his. As you said we are free men now and get to choose who we let lay hands upon us. He had no right to try to take what is not his!" Nasir hissed again and pulled out the healing cream to apply to the wound. Agron was looking at him again when he looked back up at him. Nasir felt the blush creep into his cheeks again. He pausing before his fingers touched Agron's very swollen lip. Agron's eyes held a lot of emotion in them, but the anger was slowly diminishing. Nasir slowly and carefully rubbed the cream onto the wounds and then washed his hands. He picked up the other clean cloth and looked down at Agron's hands; his knuckles were covered in blood still. "May I clean your hands, so you may eat?" Nasir asked not sure if Agron would release the cloth. Nasir pulled the thin blanket up and draped it over Agron's legs, up to his waist.
Agron watched as the little man placed the thin fabric over him and then he slowly released the cloth that used to be his subligaria, feeling it fall open beneath the blanket. Agron pulled his hands out and offered them one at a time to Nasir to be tended and cleaned. "You dote on me to kindly." Agron said when Nasir was done.
Nasir shrugged. "I do not mind, it is of my choosing." He glanced at the food beside him. "Do you wish to eat?" Nasir picked up the bowl of porridge, most of the warmth was now gone. He held it out to Agron, knowing the man was hungry.
Agron took the bowl from the little man, inspecting its content. "But a little heat remains…" Agron took the spoon and put it to his mouth, hissing at the tenderness his bottom lip now held.
"I can have it heated if you wish." Nasir offered.
Agron shook his head and put the spoon to his mouth once again. Even though it had lost its heat the taste was pleasant. "It shall be fine."
Nasir sat in silence for awhile as they ate. He watched Agron set the now empty bowl down on the floor and he smiled at him, surprised he received a smile back from the still quiet man. "Do all German's have smiles such as yours?" Nasir loved the man's smile.
Agron shook his head but smile remained. "Just as all Syrians do not have eyes such as yours." He offered as he reached for one of the apples.
Nasir bit his bottom lip and felt himself blushed. "And not all German's have eyes such as yours?" Nasir asked and received another shake of head from Agron. "I do not see much of my kin…" He hadn't spoken to another Syrian since the age of nine. He had only seen them in passing on trips to the market with his Dominus.
"I wish I saw less of my own kin." Agron growled.
"Your words stab at heart." Agron looked up as he clenched the dagger in hand under the blanket. He didn't think everyone would be stupid enough to let Chay near him any time soon but he wasn't paying attention, so the voice had caught him off guard. Donar was smiling down at him. Agron let out a sigh of relief and released the dagger, slowly returning the smile, though it was not as beaming as that of his friend.
"My words were not meant for you, my friend." Agron said to his friend hoping he hadn't really offended him.
"I know who your words were for. I had to be stopped from cutting his fucking cock from body, and Auctus may have left more bruises upon his face!" Donar crouched down by Agron's feet, placing a hand on the younger German's ankle.
Nasir frowned. "I would not have stopped either of you!" He couldn't help the hiss that escaped.
"Spartacus does not like killing our own…" Donar looked up at Agron, inspecting him closely. "He did try to damage your pretty face, I see." Donar smirked knowing Agron would not be mad at his comment.
Agron picked up his spoon from the empty bowl and threw it at Donar, successfully hitting him in the groin. Agron couldn't help but chuckle at the face Donar made. "Serves you right…"
Nasir chuckled and Donar looked at him with a smile. Nasir liked the friendship he saw between the two German's.
"Be careful of this one, he aims for cock and balls when riled." Donar stood up as Agron's out stretched foot came towards him. He raised his hands in surrender to his friend.
Nasir let out a chuckle. "I'll keep that in mind." Nasir said and then took a sip of water.
Agron just rolled his eyes as the two shared smiled and then took another bite of apple. Donar exchanged a few more words with Agron and then left the two alone again.
Nasir watched Agron for awhile in silence again. He noticed Agron's hands under the blanket again. He seemed to be holding onto the torn fabric once again. Nasir quickly slid the bags that held the fabric closer to him and grabbed out a blue and green fabric and set himself to working on making a new subligaria for Agron. He looked up from the fabric to Agron, who was watching him. Nasir smiled at him and then went back to his work. When he was finished he held it out to Agron.
Agron took the newly made subligaria from the smiling little man and couldn't help but smile back at him. "Gratitude…" He adjusted the blanket and slowly removed the torn cloth from his hips. He had been naked in front of his Brothers before, but felt the need to stay cover in the presence of Nasir.
Nasir turned his head away to give Agron a little more privacy. He pushed the unused fabric back into the bag and then looked back at Agron when he saw the blanket being removed. "The color suits you well." Nasir complimented with a shy smile and the blush crept back into his cheeks.
Agron smiled at him and then stood, grabbing his protective leather and strapped it on. "I shall go break words with Spartacus now." He strapped his sword and dagger back on and then grabbed his cloak and put it on, pulling the hood over his head. He smiled down at Nasir and then headed off to find Spartacus.