Love Is A Jealous Fool

[Nasir]

love is a jealous fool Nasir pursed his lips as Agron flooded into the room like an out of control river. Agron had let his jealousy get the best of him and Nasir was not happy with the result. His dark eyes followed the other as he paced the room, perhaps looking for the right words to express his regret. And he should feel regret, Nasir thought, now that he was a free man, nobody had a right to collar him once more. If Agron couldn’t believe him faithful then so be it. The Syrian’s arms came to cross over his chest, waiting on whatever might spill out of Agron’s mouth. Perhaps it would be more idiocies and in that case Nasir had already planned an escape route. Despite his intense love for the man, he wouldn’t be made into a whore again. When Agron finally stopped his incessant pacing, Nasir shot him a questioning look, or perhaps it was a bit of a challenge. He expected cursing. He expected excuses. But what he hadn’t been expecting was Agron to cross the room in three swift paces and sweep him up into a breath-taking, soul-stealing kiss that nearly left him weak in the knees. Nasir inwardly cursed. This was cheating. This was absolutely foul play and he was in no way going to allow this to continue. Unfortunately his hands were already winding around Agron’s neck, his body arching into the other’s like it physically hurt to be apart. How unfair that Agron could so easily push him from the moral high ground. Panting and quite turned on, Nasir had to admit defeat. “The gods fucking curse you for such wicked ways…”

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[Agron]

Tag: Nasir

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ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron had always been an emotional individual. In this case, the emotions that were seeping out of him were that of anger, and … jealousy. He was unused to the feeling. Forming intimate relationships with others of such romantic nature was not the norm for the German. So seeing another pursue Nasir in such a way, sent Agron’s blood boiling. He wanted to fucking rip the man’s head off. A man that Nasir seemed to … befriend. Or at least smile in the presence of. Since the celebration. Since he saw the Cilician’s hand on Nasir’s arm. Every moment after, the man was a dark cloud, looming over them. One Agron wished to rid them all of.

He burst into the room in a frenzied anger. His heart racing in his chest. His anger would never result in physically hurting Nasir, though he feared his words would be unguarded. So he stilled them. Ceased them before any could pour out. Pacing in the room and feeling his lover’s gaze upon him, expectant of a response. Of reason. Of justification for Agron’s answer. But Agron, had none to give. He was terrified of losing Nasir to another, and concerned with saying something that could push him from his arms, Agron decided to act instead of talk.

He crossed the distance to Nasir and with a heated fervor, passionately kiss him. Feeling his arms wind around Agron was certainly a good sign, as Agron put his tongue to better use than forming words. Instead, it battled Nasir’s, breathing heavily into the kiss with desperation, his hands cupping Nasir’s face as they both breathlessly withdrew, Nasir being he first to break the silence. Agron began to step forward, prompting Nasir to move back until his lover’s back was against the wall.

"Perhaps they do curse me," Agron began to say, capturing Nasir’s lips once more, gently sucking on his lower one. Upon release, he continued, “To be with one of such beauty.” Because, Nasir was indeed beautiful. Inside and out. Agron’s lips trailed along Nasir’s jawline. "Where the gaze of others fucking lingers, cast upon you with desire." He saw it in Castus’ leering eyes. Agron felt his chest heaving, body pressed against Nasir’s, lips hungrily moving against Nasir’s skin as he reached his ear, speaking directly in it. "I would fucking tear sight from them, so not to leer upon you." As he was certain Romans once had when Nasir had once been a slave. And by them, he was certainly referring to one in particular.

[Nasir]

love is a jealous fool A coy smile played upon his lips in between Agron's reassuring kisses. Agron didn't need them but oh, the man had a way with words. Surely the German could lure Jupiter himself from his throne with such a fine display of argument. Nasir threaded his fingers through Agron's cropped hair and pressed sweet kisses of his own to Agron's mouth. He wasn't going to let the man tell him whom he could befriend and whom he could not, but he knew Agron's jealousy stemmed from love rather than possession. At the same time, perhaps it was insecurity? Had Nasir not reassured him often that it was only Agron that held his heart. No other could come close. The thought planted a seed of doubt. Maybe Agron didn't know the full extent of Nasir's love, his passion, his trust and his admiration? The thought of Agron barely holding hope in him was too much to bear. His hands moved back around to cup Agron's face at either side, his brows upturned with distress. "Agron, your words comfort heart. I know I am always protected in these arms. You must know I look to no other. My heart beats for no other," Dark eyes beseeched Agron's for understanding. "Not even the gods could part me from you." tag: Agron