Agassus is the Blassus

[Marcus Crassus]

Agron

Crack!Ships

The house of Crassus bows to no one

Marcus Crassus didn't know how it had come to this. He entered into his tent and looked at the man there, bound to a beam. His breathing slowed, and deepened as he looked at the man who had entered his camp as a Roman, pretended to be a Roman, and even someone found himself in Crassus' bed. They had become lovers, and Crassus' guard had slipped down. He had come to trust him, and rise him int he ranks . . . and then he turned out that the man he had taken to heart was an rebel slave.

He stepped forward, staring at the younger man in the rebel garb, and tried to force his mind to come up with something rational. To deny that this was the truth. Knowing his men were outside and there was no way that he could escape, Marcus picked up his blade and walked forward--allowing himself to look menacing before cutting the other man free. Tossing the blade to the floor, he turned to stare at the man in his face, ready to demand answers, ready to order his death, ready to . . . to . . .

Unable to say anything he stopped trying, and just took the moment to stop thinking, by stepping forward, and claiming the young man's lips for his own.

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[Agron]

Tag: Marcus Crassus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron had never meant for it to get to this. To this level. He had come here to serve as a spy but instead, had formed an inexplicable bond with the very man they were at war with. There was an . . . honor to him, and Agron had seen -- and heard him -- treat slaves with more respect than he had ever witnessed before. There was just something so magnetic about him. And it intrigued the German. More and more each passing day until he realized that it went beyond mere respect. To something far deeper. Stirrings within him that he had not experienced since he had been in his last relationship some time ago.

He knew it meant that he had to get out. That he should return to the other rebels. Each day he told himself that, and each night . . . he found himself still at Crassus' side. Until discovered. He was unveiled as a spy and arrested for it. The moments faced with Crassus were more painful than any torture that could be inflicted upon him. Knowing that he had to face the man he had betrayed. The man he . . . no. He could not dare make such admittance to himself. Instead he stood, watched, arms restrained. Crassus picked up the sword and Agron slightly raised his chin upwards, unable to find the words to say. If he was going to end his life, so be it. It was expected fate . . . but once again, Crassus proved himself a man of more honor than any other. He freed Agron's hands. The beam fell to the ground and Agron just looked at Crassus, though the gaze did not last long for he found the Roman's lips around his own.

Shock hardly lingered, for the sensation of the much needed kiss consumed him. It was an assault of every sense and Agron found his lips parting to eagerly return, and deepen the embrace. His hand went to Crassus' cheek to cup it, pressing him closer against him before desire exploded within. His hands shifted to Crassus' belt, starting to hastily undo it. If this was the last night they would share together, he would make sure that Crassus knew that among all the falsehood and deception . . . his feelings for the other were true. Genuine. The desperate need to prove it to him taking over as he stepped forward, leading Crassus back towards the bed and dropping whatever he could unfasten along the way.

[Marcus Crassus]

Agron

Crack!Ships

The house of Crassus bows to no one

Crassus had not known what he planned to do with the kiss, only knowing that he could not hold himself back from it, and yet it was welcomed by the rebel general. Not only welcomed by encouraged. Crassus was a man who enjoyed control in all things, but he had learned to share the control while in bed with the other man. He took comfort in the kiss, and the familiar taste of him. He enjoyed feeling his hand on his cheek, and later in the pulling of his clothes. The metal hit the ground with a clank, and it brought him to the light enough to wonder if this was a way of Agron trying to safe his own life, but he did not dwell on it as he felt himself being led back toward the bed.

He returned the favor, and tugged at the limited clothing the fellow general wore. Pulling it from his shoulders and dropping it the moment it cleared them. He wanted the other man naked, so he could feel him against his skin, and seek what comfort that allowed in this moment. Once the top half of him was naked, Crassus wrapped his arms around Agron's shoulders and back, and pulled him to him, wanting to keep him so close the war could not touch them! Their hips brushed, and he wanted to feel more, as he leaned his hips into the younger man in a half demand half plea for him to continue quicker.

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[Agron]

Tag: Marcus Crassus

blood and battle

ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN

Agron felt his whole body ignite with passion. The fear of never being able to touch Crassus again was a common one. For every day he wondered when he would be forced to leave, whether it was through discovery or due to the fact that he was no longer needed here. He needed Crassus. And that desire was what fueled him now. Feeling his own clothing shed at the Roman's strong arms around him, Agron continued to divest him of his clothing, shedding layer by layer, each intricate piece of his attire, falling carelessly to the ground until he too was left exposed.

Once near the bed, Agron began to gently push him down on it, keeping the contact of their lips, his cock aching from the simple brush of Crassus' hips, and needed more. Knowing how fucking good it felt when going deeper. He positioned himself on top of Crassus', his lips moving from the others to his neck, kissing along the strong plains of it. His hand slowly glided down Crassus' chest, curling his fingers around his cock, wanting to make him as mindless with pleasure as he could so that they could ignore the world outside this tent, and focus only on the inexplicable bond that had formed between them.