Raise My Sails

[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Freedom. A concept that had seem so foreign. So lost. But they embraced it now, having moved beyond the Alps. Beyond Roman clutches. Lead by Spartacus, they were all truly free men. It had been some time until they found land that could be settled upon; land that was distant enough that they need not fear discovery. It was, beyond anything Agron could have hoped for. His brothers lived, amidst all the ones they had lost. Spartacus. Gannicus. The others. They were alive. And, settling with their women. Building a life here. It left Agron not knowing what his place was. He knew not a life beyond battle. And absent being a warrior, he didn't know what he was. What worth he held. It made him feel unsettled in such an unfamiliar way.

So when suggestion was made to go to the market, Agron was eager for any distraction he could find. His days fell into mundane routine. Helping the others, going to market, returning home. It made him miss Duro; never having been able to pause long enough to mourn his death. The companionship that others found helped cease loneliness and offer comfort during late hours when images of war and death haunted them. But Agron found himself struggling to cope with this lifestyle.

Which was why when they went to market on this particular day, he paused upon seeing a ship at port. He recognized those sails. How could he ever forget them. Advancing towards it, he made it just in time to see the crew disembarking, his eyes searching out one in particular and when they rest upon the man, Agron could not help but smirk, the two of them standing in plain view of each other. "Fuck the gods," he said with amusement as he just looked at none other, than Deimos.

[Deimos]

Deimos

"Take silks to market, and bring coin back." Deimos told one of his men, giving the man the join of selling something almost worthless to test his loyalty. The silks had gotten all but ruined int he taking and it would not bring in much coin. He was annoyed, but the promise of a willing body was soothing his anger now that they had docked. He was walking with his man across the deck when he took note of the face down before. Agron. "Fuck the gods," Deimos muttered stopping in his walk from the surprise. Not having ever seen the captain do so the sailor came to a stop too. "Get the fuck off my boat and don't come back tonight." He told the sailer, not looking away from Agron's face as he found a grin pulling at his lips. 'With silks?' asked the sailor.

Annoyed at having to repeat himself Deimos broke eye contact and stared at hte man silently, a hard glare on his face. It took only seconds for the sailor to scurry off ship. Turning back to look at Agron, Deimos waited for him to come closer, and board the ship. He didn't ask, or gesture for him too; Deimos just assumed his former lover would, and waited for him to do so. He had once asked the younger man to join him on his ship and ever since Deimos would think of finding him and offering it again. Even when he had heard stories of the gladiator. Even when he went back to find his friend gone and put the two together. Now that they were face to face, he would try to take his friend to bed---if not to see. "What am I supposed to grab on too, with no hair on fucking head?"

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron watched the interactions between the sailor and Deimos. The way he spoke, the way he carried himself . . . it reminded him of the past they shared. One Agron held deeply to heart. Deimos had been the first man he had ever cared about so strongly; the only one had had been able to see a future with. Such feelings never completely faded. Yet, he also knew that he was a very different man then. Was Deimos? He took notice the way Deimos expected him to board the ship, and it brought forth a smirk of amusement and a shake of Agron's heard.

"Fucking pirates," he said, loud enough for Deimos to hear, while taking the steps forward to properly greet him. Once face to face, Deimos commented on his shorter locks. The style vastly different from Agron's former hair when he and Deimos had been in each other's company. "It calls for creativity. You were never short of such," Agron teased, the smile unwavering. "It is good to see you," he told him sincerely. "Even better to see that you have hardly fucking changed." Another tease, but said with friendly ease.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos found a grin on his face as he stepped forward to embrace valued friend. He had thought of Agron often, and seeing him again brought back a warmth he had not felt in a while. "The hours next will be spent thinking of nothing more," he teased, but was honest still the same. Deimos had always enjoyed sex, and a lot of it. He was open about it too. So knowing that his friend was near brought excitement to the air. His crew would be disappointed to not sail off quickly but Deimos didn't give a fuck. Agron was here, and he would linger.

"Let us get drinks and renew friendship." His large hand that had embraced Agron in a hug had not left the man's neck, keeping him close. "The city is full of taverns, or my cabin is full of honeyed wine." An invitation to go below would not be misunderstood by Agron. There would be talking, but there would be fucking as well. He knew not what his friend would chose, but he knew his perferance. The years that had gone by would have left Agron with a lover of his own now, and while it would not stop Deimos from crawling in his bed, he would give Agron the chance to make it known before he risked it. "I have miss you, my friend." He added to help tilt the discussion but also because he HAD missed him. More then anyone. Ever.

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[Agron]

Tag: Deimos

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron returned the embrace, his own arms moving around the other male. The feeling of having him in his arms was an instant comfort. One sorely missed and now that he had the chance to experience it again . . . he wondered if he would be able to ever let Deimos go. Of course, there was the uncertainty of his status. Of whether he had found another to settle with. The thought sending a heat of emotion through Agron, forcing it back. Forcing the question not to be asked for he feared answer. Fortunately, he did not have to voice concern. For Deimos' offer made when they drew back, was very clear in intent. It only made the anticipation strengthen within Agron. After all they had suffered, he felt the first shred of peace . . . being with Deimos.

"An offer well received," Agron told him genuinely. He listened to the options, though no consideration was needed. He knew what he desired. He knew where he would rather be. The touch of Deimos' hand on his skin further swaying his mind, not that it held much debate. "It has been some time since I have relished in the taste of honeyed wine." His words holding a double meaning, for he was not just referring to the wine.

Agron smiled upon hearing Deimos' next admittance. One that warmed his heart, that made him fight the urge to embrace him as lovers did, rather than just the arms that kept them lose. "And I you," he told him sincerely. Losing Duro had nearly destroyed him. Left now was the aftermath of it all, no longer having purpose in this world. Yet, finding Deimos . . . made Agron feel has if his heart could truly beat once more. "Take us to drink," he told him with a continued smile, softer than one that held any amusement or jest.

[Deimos]

Deimos

Deimos felt himself grin at the answer that his friend gave. He stepped back to hold his hand out toward the door to head down and to the captain's cabin. It wasn't hard to find, so Deimos didn't bother leading the way. He had always enjoyed letting Agron walk first anyway, and for varied reasons. The main one was that his backside was shapely. Another was his friend had away been handy with a sword and if a trap arrived then he would be best suited to kill the men coming at them.

Once below, Deimos shut the door, and walked toward the wine. "This comes stolen off a Roman ship," he promised with glee, "And merchant was non too pleased to hand it over." Which only made the taking of it sweeter. Deimos looked over his friend, and took in the new shape to his body, the new signs of fighting on him. Scars that told he had not been in a peaceful life since they parted. "Last port I left held tails of a Slave rebellion." He drive right in, "and of the men leading it. Would you share namesakes with such a man?" Or was it his lover?

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