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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 3:03:37 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Most of the preparations had been made for the final battle that would come tomorrow. Nasir had made it possible for Agron to be in it. Forged by loving hands, he had said. And Agron could not fully describe just how much that had meant to him. That Nasir had gone through the efforts to craft him a weapon that he could use with his physical limitations. Even though he was terrified of losing Nasir, he could not bear keeping him from his side again. Nasir had taken such good care of him; had helped him through his ongoing recovery .And now … this. Agron would rather fall in battle then have the choice ripped from grasp at the hands of Romans by taking his own. Nasir had given him his choice again; his free will. There was no way he could repay him, other than fighting to live, so that they may get through this … together.
After finally releasing Nasir from his arms, after having had kissed the side of his head in affection and fear, he moved back a little, knowing that most would be retiring to their tents soon to gain what rest they could before the final battle in this war. "Gratitude," Agron said, knowing he had not yet spoken the words of appreciation though they had been clear on his face. "Words that fail to express full sentiment of gift." A gift that Nasir had made for him. Though it wasn’t a bladed shield that Nasir had given him; it was his soul returned … his soul, as a warrior.
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Post by Nasir on Jul 3, 2017 3:06:51 GMT
forever by your side Nasir watched quietly as Agron tried out the bladed shield he’d crafted. The idea had come to him so naturally and effortlessly that he knew this was exactly what could bring his lover back from the dead. But there was still a moment- a quick moment of utter regret when his heart, heavy with fear, sank into the depths of his chest. Any fool who knew Agron knew he would not go gently into their darkest of days and because Nasir refused to be separated from him again, both their lives would now balance on the edge of battle. He would have to smother the part of him that screamed for Agron to flee and be safe; the same part that pleaded for his own survival. Nasir would have to lay down his life just as Agron would.
Still, he had found his place long ago and no act of the gods would ever remove him from it. Pierced, gutted or beheaded, Nasir would take what may come and die at Agron’s right hand if the fates wished it so. This was his purpose. He was a slave, a free man, and a warrior and he would be able to chose his own destiny because that was the gift Agron had first given him.
A timid smile came to his lips when Agron thanked him. He didn’t think he quite deserved it but nevertheless accepted the recognition in humbleness.
“We should rest,” he suggested while at the same time ready to spend one final night in Agron’s arms. Nasir’s rough and well worked palm trickled across his lover’s cheek and hooked around the base of Agron’s skull, pulling the giants forehead down to meet his own.
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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 3:17:51 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Rest. Yes. And yet it would certainly be difficult to come by. The fear of what tomorrow may bring forever strong in his heart. If he would lead Nasir to his death … no. Agron could not think along such lines right now. He wished only to focus on the other while he was still with him. His head moved in compliance with Nasirs, forehead rested against the other males.
Nasirs touch on his cheek such a welcome sensation. Agrons own hands moved to wrap around Nasir, hating that his hands remained so impaired and thus … sensitive to every touch. "I can think of nothing else I desire more," Agron began to say. "Than to be embraced with loving hands." The same ones who had forged this weapon for him. With that, Agron leaned forward to place a soft kiss on Nasirs lips.
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Post by Nasir on Jul 3, 2017 3:21:36 GMT
forever by your side Nasir responded in kind, open mouthed and passionate. Kisses from Agron were like the god’s honey, sweet and addictive. Oh how Agron could turn him on with just the touch of his lips, a singular look or the softness of his fingertips. Nasir’s own hands trickled down Agron’s cheek and over his neck, brushed past his broad shoulders and dipped to his elbow to lead him gently back to their shared tent all the while being quite mindful of Agron’s injuries.
Torchlight flickered and cast long shadows as Nasir closed the flap of the tent to allow privacy. Without words he cast a destitute look upwards through worried brows and allowed his hands to expertly work the buckles and leather knots at Agron’s hips. However, Nasir wasn’t quite sure this was the correct course of action. True that tonight could be the last time they would see each other alive, but Agron was already wounded and he would need his strength in battle. Would it be right for him to be that selfish and take what fortitude Agron had left? Would Nasir have enough strength himself to properly stand by Agron’s side in the coming morning? He took a short step forward to rest his brow against Agron’s chest, doubts quickly filling his head.
“Give me direction…” he whispered.
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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 3:24:38 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Agron felt himself melt into the kiss, silently – eagerly – following Nasir into their tent. Agron’s hand gently went to Nasir’s cheek, caressing his skin, the warmth of it comforting him down to his very soul. When he felt Nasir’s hands move to undo the knots and clasps at his waist, Agron breathed heavily into the kiss. His tongue eagerly exploring Nasir’s mouth, drinking in his delicious taste that his body always craved for. Fearing never seeing him again, to now fearing he may fall in battle. It added an intensity to the kiss, to the moment. As well as sincere appreciation for his actions of giving him ability to fight. Allowing him to gain his title as warrior once more.
Agron’s chest heaved in anticipation, the ending of the embrace leaving the German a little short of breath, his eyes remaining closed as he felt Nasir lean towards him, against his chest … asking for direction. Agron took a moment to be able to even form words, robbed of thought and capability as he often was when experiencing the emotions that Nasir never failed to flood him with. Eventually, Agron moved his hand, carefully resting on the back of Nasir’s head as he gently drew his head back so that he could look at him.
His gaze filled with soft longing, heavily lidded eyes. "If tonight is all we have," Agron began to say, tilting his head towards to tenderly kiss Nasir’s forehead. "Then I would spend it in loving embrace." Speaking against Nasir’s skin as he placed another kiss to his lover’s temple. "And know what gives true cause to the beating of my heart." Nasir. The man who held his heart. The man who was his heart. With that, Agron kissed him again, softly, leaving room for Nasir to object should he not wish for this. "I love you," he breathed against his lips, wanting … needing, Nasir to know that.
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Post by Nasir on Jul 6, 2017 1:23:34 GMT
forever by your side
Words would never fully address the passion and devotion that swelled his heart at that moment. After the horrible and unnecessary assumptions, pain and misunderstanding that had come along after Castus, Nasir knew he had been given a second chance by the gods and Agron's love would never again be doubted. And although It was true that words were only words and not worth much, Nasir would forever hang on to every honey laced utterance from Agron's mouth as if it was Jupiter himself who spoke. With Nasir's hands pressed firmly on either side of Agron's prickly face, his eyes full of love, and wonder and even disbelief - disbelief at how large and noble this German's heart had become, he spoke confidently and without hesitation, "And I you, Agron. I love you."
He took to his toes to meet Agron with his mouth. A tender kiss, a soft display that he hoped could convey all the things in his heart that there were no words for. He allowed his hands to trail down the side of Agron's cheeks, down his neck and over his chest, pulling at straps of leather to remove his pauldron before moving on to his belt. He was so very careful around the blood soaked linens that bound Agron's wounds, but he was also becoming quite heavy with desire as longing settled in. It didn't take long before his kisses became breathless, needy and desperate. If this really was their last night together, Nasir was going to make it the one to remember.
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Post by Agron on Aug 8, 2017 2:28:01 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Hearing Nasir speak words of love never failed in causing Agron's heart to swell with emotion. Intensifying the fear of what tomorrow would bring. Strengthening the guilt of their potential survival only to be burden to his lover. And yet, in this moment, with Nasir's lips upon his and his hands moving to remove his clothing . . . all Agron could think about was this moment. Fears and all else numbed by the unwavering love and affection he felt from his partner. His heart.
Agron breathed heavily into the kiss, feeling the changes from Nasir. He slowly began to move them back, closer to the bed as Agron's hands went to undo Nasir's pants. The pressure of the action though caused Agron to slightly flinch, inwardly cursing that the gesture was no longer natural. No longer something he could do while kissing Nasir. He broke the embrace, resting his forehead against his lover's as he titled his head down, needing to see what he was doing. Needing to find the best way to undress him for even this single fucking gesture, was made difficult due to injury. "Apologies," Agron breathed, refusing to let it ruin the mood and at the same time . . . despised that he was as a fucking cripple.
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Post by Nasir on Aug 26, 2017 6:04:42 GMT
Forever By Your Side
There was a real physical pain within his heart when Agron struggled, broke off and apologized. For Nasir knew there was absolutely nothing to apologize for. Agron had returned to him alive after being tortured repeatedly and left to die nailed to a fucking cross. His hands forever impaired because he sought to rid the world of a Roman scourge that conquered and enslaved everything in it's path. Nasir quickly snatched Agron's wrists before he could pull away completely, bringing his linen wrapped hands to his lips and kissing them gently.
"No apologies, Agron," He whispered. "My hands shall be your hands." Nasir stepped forward, pushing Agron back towards the bed and seating him comfortably on the edge.
Dark brown eyes peered through equally dark lashes, meeting the brilliant green of Agron's and locking on them. Nasir pulled at the laces of his trousers and let them fall haphazardly to the floor. Naked and filled to the brim with desire, he took to his knees and settled his body between Agron's thighs, hIs eyes never once leaving his lover's. He made quick work of tugging Agron's subligaria from him, exposing him and his passion, before speaking again. "Just as your heart is also my heart. Your life is also my life. Your happiness is also my happiness. You can have confidence in me. I shall help shoulder burdens." |
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