Blast From The Past

[Agron]

Tag: Laeta

Note: I had Agron not see her in the crowd! Figured that could give him more of a shock later! Let me know if you want me to edit anything! 

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron hardly found any glory in this. Some strove to be Champions. Him? He knew that this was the best opportunity for him and his brother. Their treatment by others was piss poor, until they had been branded as Gladiators. Now, they were apparently part of the fucking Brotherhood and the way others perceived them drastically altered. Further fortune smiled down upon them when it was not Duro sent to the arena, but Agron. The older brother knew it would only be a matter of time before his brother would be faced with an opponent that Agron could not protect him from. He feared that day.

But for now, he would find solace in the fact that they lived for another day. Both of them. As Agron was victorious in the arena. He was not focused on the crowd, did not look up at the Dominus and Domina that sat in higher position. He took in the roars, but looked at the dead gladiator before him. Another fuck most likely forced into this lifestyle. But in a fight of life, he found relief that he came out victor. Once it was over, he made his way back to the others who congratulated him on his victory. The respect for him grew from the others, but Agron gave no shit for it.

He still sought a way out of their enslavement. The only possibility of that to raise enough coin for at least his brother . . . for he feared Duro would not live much longer in this environment. Once the games were over, he was taken back to the villa, where he would be 'rewarded' but he sought nothing in return. Apparently, there would be guests joining them and he would be presented as one of the victors of today's matches; bringing honor to the house of Batiatus when all Agron wished to do was spit at its floor and curse it to the gods.

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❀Laeta ❀

Laeta hated the games. This was her first, and if she had any power in her marriage it would be her last. Her husband had never seen them before, so they lingered in Capua so he could see then, and not she was horrified. Men were killing each order at the command of their owners. No matter what men died! It made her feel ill, and she tried to look away or make what excuses she could to move around rather then sit there and watch.

It was not until their host announced the name of one man that she felt all of her attentions on the sand. Her heart both beat too hard and loudly, while everything seemed to move to slowly. At this distance, she was too far away to see his face clearly, but she thought it was him. Through out the fight she gripped her chair and could not blink for fear she'd miss something. When he finally won, she noticed her husband looking at her with concern. "I fear this is too wild for my taste. I will retire early." She told him, and he finally allowed her to take her leave.

Another voiced her concerns and offered to accompany her. As fate would have it, it was the woman who owned Agron. Owned. He was a slave they forced to fight. Pretending interest, she attempted to buy Agron, claiming she liked the size and skill of the man, but the woman offered her a less favored man; and Laeta declined. Seeing that Laeta would have no other, the woman then offered her another deal . . .

She would tell beloved husband that Laeta wished softer comfort of fellow women and gossip for the night, and let her go to the villa and have a night with the gladiator. For a price. Laeta did something she had never done before, and agreed. Which was how, hours later, she was standing in one of the rooms of the villa, wearing a red dress that did nothing to cover her, while wearing a mask of the goddess Hestia.

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[Agron]

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blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Once Agron was cleaned off, he was told that he would be presented in front of the Aedile's wife. Agron sharply turned his head to look at Oenomaus, before looking at Batiatus who had delivered the news. "To what purpose?" Agron questioned, feeling uncomfortable with the notion. His answer was as short as could be expected: to whatever fucking purpose she desires. Agron felt sick to his stomach at the thought, knowing what sort of happenings took place in this house. He had always feared it for his brother. That he would be forced into such a physical situation.

Being in the arena was bad enough but this . . . was another level of forced action. And Agron was unsettled from it. He was oiled, scented, as if some sort of fucking prize to be watched, experienced if the other desired it. The last person that Agron had held feelings for were ones not so quickly dismissed. And to be potentially forced into union with another . . . it made his heart beat heavier. He stood there, chest heaving as he kept himself composed. But there was a storm inside of him as the woman stepped out, a mask covering her face. He didn't say anything. He didn't even make eye contact with her, looking away, hoping that signs of disinterest would make her lose her own in . . . whatever the fuck this was. He forced his tongue silent, still, but knew that should she say or do something . . . it would be difficult to remain mute as he was now.

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❀Laeta ❀

He entered the room, and Laeta felt herself grow still. The guards moves away once he was there but she knew they would not be far. Standing there, she stared at him. It was him! He was a slave! Lifting her hand she covered her mouth, only to feel the mask in place. She was still covered! She knew that she should remove it, but it took her moment to stop staring at him. He had changed, his body seeming larger and stronger then she recalled. She had seem him kill today, but she knew he had no choice in that.

The longer she only looked at him, and the longer he never looked at her, the higher the tension in the room. "Agron," She finally whispered his name, moving her hand to remove the mask. It was only after he finally looked at her that she felt her heart jump and a soft gasp fall from her lips--as if the man would have looked at her and had somehow not been him. Her lips moved but no words came out. She had just BOUGHT a night with the man she had loved, because he was a SLAVE! A man forced to live, breathe, and even kill for someone's enjoyment, and their moods.

And she was no better, buying his time. "I . . . " What to say to him? She could find no words. She could only stare at him, as finally she knew what had happened to him. He had been taken by her own people. "This was the only way I could see you," she explained, still staring up at him with wide eyes.

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Agron felt uncomfortably vulnerable. And he hated every second of it. The more she gazed at him, the more he averted his gaze away. But it was only a matter of time before he could meet it. The longer the silence lingered, the more his mind dreaded to where it may lead. To see who would make first action. How many men had done this before? And he would be among them. When she said his name though, something changed. Shifted within him. That voice was so . . . familiar. A voice he would not soon forget. He looked at her as she began to remove the mask, his eyes slightly widening upon seeing who it was.

"Laeta," he breathed. The shock consuming him, numbing him just as he felt when he was told he would be having a private audience with the . . . Aedile's wife. Though it made sense now, why she had made such purchase and yet . . . confusion prevailed. He took a couple steps towards her, seemingly having no control of his body as he just reacted. "I was told to be having private audience with the Aedile's wife," he said, unable to keep that thought from his mind. He knew it should come as no surprise that she was married. Yet, he could not help but draw attention to that. "How things have fucking changed." Said in lament. For he stood here a slave, and she as a wife to another.

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❀Laeta ❀

She waited to see how he would react to seeing her, and when he spoke she was surprised at how much he knew about her. "I was told to be having private audience with the Aedile's wife," Because she had married. Laeta had always known that day would come, when her father would give her to another and she could no longer see Agron again but she had thought she would have time to tell him. Instead he had been taken by the Romans before she could. "How things have fucking changed." Yes, they had. "And you stand a slave." She reminded him, not waiting his ire at being married when it was something they both knew would one day come

"I knew not where you had gone, but this . . . " He was fighting for Roman pleasure, and killing others for Roman sport. She knew he had no choice, and she wished she could spare him but she could not. "There has not been a dawn that I did not think of you first." Admitting that was not easy, but their time was limited and she knew that with what they forced him to do, there might not be another time. They could kill him or sell him at a passing whim. If she was braver she might have tried to find a way to have him taken from here, but she knew that he would be found and that Rome was unforgiving in their treatment of slaves who ran. Either way he would be dead.

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Though Agron knew that her words held true, and that he was a slave, hearing her refer to him as such made Agron inwardly cringe. The term making him wish to spit on such demeaning title. He slightly raised his chin, knowing that a bit of the distaste over the term was evident on his face. Though it sobered once Laeta spoke of how she had thought of him often. The feeling was mutual. "And I you," he admitted in a low voice. Suddenly the urge to reach out and touch her had never been so overwhelming, knowing that his feet instinctively stepped closer towards her though he forced them to stop before getting too close.

He had to remind himself of where he was though. And that such actions could have severe consequences. Perhaps he was willing to risk it . . . were it not for Duro. It was the only thing that kept Agron in check. Well, as much as could be expected of the German. Which was also what made him give voice to next request. Never thinking of it for himself, but for the sake of his brother. "Laeta, is there any aid that you may offer in such fucking circumstance?" He paused for a moment, knowing he had his pride but feeling the need to elaborate. "My brother, he is also within this ludus." And Agron feared, would not last as long within it.

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❀Laeta ❀

She wanted so much to go back to her trips, and find a way to escape this moment by staying in their past. She wished she could touch him, but she feared he would not stop her if he did not wish it as she was the one with the power here. She wished he would do it. More then her next breath. "Laeta, is there any aid that you may offer in such fucking circumstance?" He asked her, and she closed her eyes, looking away from him for a moment before forcing them back to him. She had to tell him that she couldn't. She did not have enough to free him. Only to buy him for a night. Buy him. It made her wonder how many had done so before. "My brother, he is also within this ludus." She felt a little guilty for being jealous when he had no control.

"Apologies," she began, knowing already how this would end. "I have tried." She wet her lips before continuing, "I attempted to purchase you, but you have gained favor. They value your skill, and I could only purchase a . . . I could only do so for this night." Which was why they were both here. She'd paid to be serviced by him for the night in order to speak with him. She had not known his brother was here as well. Yet she feared if he too showed skill then he too would be be out of her reach. She hesitated before offering. If he had his brother here then he was not alone. Perhaps that was best, to be here but have some small comfort. Since she could offer him none. Laeta wondered if he would take her touch as comfort, or demand?

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[Agron]

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Agron felt his heart swell at hearing that she had already tried. He knew Laeta had a good heart, but to know that she already made attempt to extend a hand of aid . . . meant a great deal to him. More than he could say. Though he felt the disappointment when it was to no avail. The irony. That fighting for position was the only way to maintain livable conditions for him and his brother. But now, it was the very thing that would keep him in place here. He could feel his heart ache at his next words. First, for having to ask her for further aid. The second, because it would mean potentially parting with his brother.

"To know that you have already made fucking offer, warms heart," he told her sincerely, unable to keep the affection from his gaze as he stood close to her. "But I must ask for another." Hating that he did. Yet, what else could he do to save his brother? "I fear my brother unfit for this shit hole. Rumors of separating he and I in the arena already afloat, so that he would fall in match." And no longer need to be paid for. "If purchase can not be made for me, perhaps for him?" And Agron would save all the coin he could to return the payment . . . though the mere idea of paying for his brother's life was one of fucking disgust.

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❀Laeta ❀

"To know that you have already made fucking offer, warms heart," Laeta wished that it had be successful, even as she knew explaining this to her husband would have been hard. She would have had to see him every day while being a good wife to her husband, but she would have bared it if it meant saving his life. Or in truth, she would have just freed him and never spoken of this to her husband. "But I must ask for another." She blinked up at him, and knew she would do anything he asked of her. "If purchase can not be made for me, perhaps for him?" Anything but that.

He explained why, and she knew she would try to do it for him but she still wished there was another way. She hated to be the one to do it to him, but she nodded her head in agreement that she would try to buy his brother. "You would be alone," she told him, the worry for him evident in her tone. No loner able to not touch him she lifted her hand to rest it over his heart--trusting that if he did not wish it that he would say as such. "You would be left in this shit with out the comforting presence of brother."

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[Agron]

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Seeing the nod of her head, flooded Agron with relief. Even if his brother would remain a slave, he knew Laeta's treatment of them. Far better than any other fucking Roman. His brother stood a far better chance to be in such environment, and a far better chance at freedom as well. He took in her words, though feeling the warmth of her touch on his heart warmed his entire body. He could no longer resist returning it, as he raised his hand to her cheek.

She was the wife of another, yet in this moment, all he could focus on was how much she meant to him. "If it gave him better fucking chance for life, I would endure all shit this place offers." He would endure anything and everything for his beloved brother. "Gratitude," he told her, realizing he was inching closer and closer, lowering his head and pausing just mere inches before their lips would meet. "Though words hold no fucking meaning in extent of it." There were no words strong enough for him to express just how grateful he really was. So with that, couldn't help but close the distance between them as his lips met hers.

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❀Laeta ❀

"If it gave him better fucking chance for life, I would endure all shit this place offers." She knew that he loved his brother, and knew that this would give him peace. "I will make offer for him," she promised as his hand came up to her cheek. She closed her eyes, leaning slightly into it for a moment before looking back up at him.

He leaned down closer to her, and she felt her heart beat faster. She wanted to tell him that she would not make his brother a slave in her house, but feared speaking of her husband while he was touching her--for what if he stopped?

Her breath caught as he finally kissed her, and she felt a silent tear fall over her cheek as she kissed him back. Her hands moving to his chest and sliding up to hold on to him. The kiss took her back to when they were young and untouched by their lives now. To when they were both free and in love. She had assumed the worst thing that would happen would be her father finding her a husband. How wrong she had been. One of her hands moved under his arm and to his back to hold him close.

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[Agron]

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ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

The moment he felt Laeta react to the kiss, favorably, Agron felt his heart swell with emotion. Amidst all that pain, knowing that this could very well be the last time he held her. The last time he kissed her. She was married and the thought was not far from his mind, but right now . . . they had been given a chance to say goodbye. Unlike before where his disappearance would linger with question.

He slowly deepened the kiss, breathing into it as he gently parted her lips to grant him entrance. His arm wrapped around her smaller frame to hold her against his body, basking in the sensation of her touch. The only thing that would keep him going in the days to come. In this life of a slave to come. Reluctantly, he eased out of the kiss, though did not move far. His forehead pressed against hers, eyes still closed and lips just barley brushing over her own. "If you do not part from company now . . . then even the fucking gods will not be able to cease my actions of desire." If she did not leave now, he wouldn't be able to stop himself.

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❀Laeta ❀

He tasted different then he had in his youth, and she loved the taste of the man over the younger man she had known. His kisses had changed too, thought still taking her breath away, they had taken on a stronger and bolder kiss. She made a whimpering sound when he broke the kiss, and her lips tried to follow his, unwilling to break the kiss yet. Laeta felt the skin of his forehead on her's and it gave her a small feeling of peace in her soul. She knew that when this was over she would not be able to taste him again, or smell him, or hold him. She knew she would forever wonder if he was fed, or worst dead. She would feel the jealous wonderings of wondering if he was forced to be with another.

His words caused her toes to bunch, as her belly turned to butterflies over his meaning. She wanted it. She wanted to feel him inside her, and ease the ache of her body for the moment, since there was nothing to ease the ache of her heart. "I want nothing more then a night once more in your arms." She admitted, "But one that is of your choice, not one of their demand." She wanted him to want to be with her, and she was making sure he knew she would not force him. Tilting her face up she brushed her lips over his, "I think of you still in the dark of night, and I will not stop after this day." she told him, making sure he knew what she wanted.

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