Post by donar on Aug 16, 2019 17:17:30 GMT
Wine and whores were in much supply as a party broke out in the ludus. It was Saturnalia and Batiatus, in high spirits from the great performances of all his gladiators, had granted permission for the party. No doubt it was Spartacus’s word in his ear, the man had a way with words it seemed.
Despite the copious amount of beautiful women available, Donar was distracted. Distracted by the fact that Agron most certainly had no interest in any of the women despite several making bold attempts to seduce.
Emboldened by his own intake of wine, he followed when he saw Agron stepping away from the festivities. For once he was not watching over younger brother, who himself had been last seen talking with two dark skinned beauties.
Coming up behind Agron, he spoke before he reached out to touch the other man. Before this life they were both warriors, it was never wise to creep up on a warrior. They were alone without Romans to interfere, it was natural to speak in the tongue of their motherland than the tongue of the Romans that bound all the men here.
“Before this night, I thought I imagined it but I haven’t, have I? You hold no desire for women at all.” It was not accusation but mere observation, like stating the colour of Agron’s eyes or that they were both from East of the Rhine.
His hand ran down the other man’s back as he admitted “I can’t say they hold no attraction for me as my interests have always been varied, though I have previously held tongue lest they be spurned. But tonight, tonight I cannot help thinking that perhaps the images the Gods bring me in sleep could play out here. What do you think, Agron?”
