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Post by Agron on Aug 13, 2019 2:48:41 GMT
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Upon first light, Agron sought out Donar so that they may ready for the day and make all necessary preparations. There was training that needed to take place, scouting, and collecting materials for the wounded -- mainly Oenomaus who still recovered from injury. Much to Agron's surprise, Donar was not to be found. Immediate feelings of concern filled the German but he was informed that no one had left the villa. Wherever he was, surely, he was safe. As Agron began to fulfil task, he kept an eye out for his friend . . . and when gaze rested upon him, he looked at the man with a flicker of curiosity. Temptation to dismiss his absence was too great to forgo.
"What keeps you from your bed?" Agron asked, eyeing the man and his brother of heart. There were several possibilities that raced through Agron's mind. "For entire fucking night," he added on. There was an assumption there, as perhaps a light tease as the possibilities narrowed in Agron's mind. Donar was not set to keep watch for the night. Nor could he imagine any other task that Spartacus would have him fulfil that kept him away from bed. No. Something else had happened, and Agron was determined to find out.
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Post by Agron on Oct 6, 2017 1:06:52 GMT
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Donar was as a brother to Agron and thus, he treated him as such. Having met a fellow man of German descent in the ludus, and the one who had aided him through Duro's death . . . Agron held Donar close to heart. He was one of the few that Agron would call his kin. Which was why he was casually placing a hand on his face with a light slap -- or tap was more like it -- and why his arm was nonchalantly draped around his shoulder before ruffling his shortly cropped hair. The two were joking around, engaging in a more light hearted nature of conversation -- which was often a rarity of such times. Especially for Agron.
Amidst the jovial mood, his gaze fell a couple times to Nasir, noticing a rather sober expression on his face and concern began to pull him from his brother of heart. When he noticed the Syrian rise to leave, Agron took the last few steps towards him. "You part ways so soon?" He asked Nasir, with a smile upon his lips. Agron had never thought it possible to feel this way for another. But getting to know Nasir, and ever since sharing that intimate moment before the arena, and upon his return . . . well, Agron could not quite describe it. He only knew that he was drawn to Nasir and the affections he had for him, were practically consuming his entire heart, giving it purpose to beat again.
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Post by Agron on Oct 4, 2017 2:49:41 GMT
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Agron still couldn't fucking believe it. When Sabri had told him that he was throwing a welcome home party for his younger brother, of course Agron didn't need to think twice about going. Sabri was his best friend and he knew his brother since they were kids. It would be good to see Nasir again after so many years. Agron didn't quite realize though just how good it was to see him. Or how good he looked. Nasir had . . . really grown up. So much for any intention to tease him and treat him like a little brother because . . . damn, Agron did not want to describe him as a brother of heart at all. Throughout the party, he found his gaze going to Nasir, casually resting on him and every time, noticing more and more about him that was making it feel as if his heart was beating heavier in his chest.
He looked different from Sabri. Large eyes framed by thick eyebrows. Colored skin that made Agron feel this odd compulsion to touch it. Long, dark hair that he grew out to his shoulders. And a decent build which held the perfect balance of muscles and leanness. After a few moments Agron would avert his gaze away from him. Eventually, when he stole a glance and noticed that Nasir was finally alone -- considering he was the guest of honor for this party -- Agron decided to approach him. Beer in hand, he made his way to the younger brother of his best friend. "Enjoying your party?" He asked with a smile. Fuck. He looked even better close up.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 2:36:00 GMT
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Agron couldn't help but slightly lean forward, closer to the screen as his eyes lingered over Cetan's neck as he dipped it back in teasing. Agron's tongue ran over his bottom lip, wanting nothing more in this moment to touch Cetan. To press his lips against that deliciously exposed skin.
"If you keep that up, I might just have to," he playfully scolded, trying to keep his mind focused enough for the conversation. "Is that all the skin you're gonna show me?" He asked with a slightly raised eyebrow. "How about a little more?" While there was a playful tease in his voice, there was also the legitimacy of a genuine question, urging Cetan to show Agron more of his body; enough to keep him going in this painful distance between them.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 2:30:10 GMT
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Agron let out a slow breath as Cetan's fingers touched his skin, the warmth of it coursing through his entire body. The powerful sensation of a single touch having such an effect on the larger male. As did his partner's finger hooking at the top of his pants, and gently tugging at the button. The returned words filled Agron with desire, his body heaving with it, leaning forward as he brushed back Cetan's hair to expose his neck, lips eagerly finding the skin of it and kissing along the plains of his neck.
"What's wrong?" Agron softly inquired between each kiss, having noticed the furrows in his brow and knew Cetan well enough to detect the nature of that expression, but not the reason. Agron's own hands moved to Cetan's side, slowly drawing up his shirt, his hands caressing the exposed skin as they slipped under the fabric and ran over Cetan's upper body while his lips continued to caress his neck.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 2:21:11 GMT
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Cetan truly had this, purity and innocence about him that Agron wished to forever cherish. His reaction to the cooked meal so genuine. It made Agron want to spoil him. Want to give him anything and everything he possibly could. It made Agron want to make Cetan happy. For seeing him smile, seeing that he could be the one to draw these expressions and emotions from him . . . swelled Agron's heart with the utmost pride. When Cetan neared him, coming closer, Agron couldn't help but wrap his arms around the smaller framed male, a light grip so that he could easily step out of it should he desire.
Agron just couldn't stop smiling as he gazed at the beauty that was Cetan. "Good," he answered, trying not to be too distracted by just soaking in Cetan's features. "I'll try not to keep you from it for too long then," he teased. Leaning forward he placed a light kiss on Cetan's cheek before reluctantly lowering his arms, but taking Cetan's hand in his own once more and leading him to the table, pulling out a chair for him to sit on. "Wine?" He asked, unsure if Cetan enjoyed the beverage. "I can get you something else if you prefer?" Despite Agron's outward composure, inwardly, he was actually nervous . . . wanting everything to go perfectly tonight.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 2:07:27 GMT
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Agron listened quietly as Tiberius accepted the apology. The German could not help but wonder how many times before -- if any -- Tiberius had been the subject of such a thing. How often had he been used for such purposes? It caused Agron to inwardly cringe, fucking hating the thought of it. "No. Not what was asked," Agron began to say. "But what was fucking demanded." His pride loathed the very idea that another would hold so much power over him. Had his brother not been here, Agron would have welcomed death over such actions. "A demand that has great weight to it. Burden never to be relieved from fucking shoulders." For he wanted Tiberius to know that he had done . . . was not something he did with pride or pleasure.
He had forced himself onto another. The disgust of himself for doing such would haunt him for time to come. He couldn't even begin to imagine what it was to be on the receiving end. And even Agron knew a mere apology was inadequate. Agron gave a short nod at his next words, though there was a degree of surprise. That the word kindness could be used towards him, despite his actions. Eyes met his and Agron could not help but properly gaze at the other male. Of course he could see the physical appeal of him. But within his eyes, behind that gaze . . . he saw a strength. An inner strength. "Agron," he stated, seeming to pick up on the cue from Tiberius. "And, you go by Tiberius?" Though the name did not seem to suit the man very well.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 1:57:35 GMT
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Agron smiled at Cetan's reaction, his body moving with his partner's prompting inside his house. But, they weren't alone. And so it was a damn good thing Agron didn't lean forward to kiss Cetan in excitement over seeing him. Instead, his head turned to the woman who posed the question. Agron knew she was Cetan's grandmother, though of course had never met her before. "Yes Ma'am," he answered respectfully when she spoke to confirm his name.
He couldn't help but smile at her next question, unable to stop the feeling of pride from washing over him at hearing that he could play any part in Cetan's happiness. And the fact that it made a noticeable difference too. "Not as responsible as he is for mine," Agron answered truthfully, glancing at Cetan with a smile, enjoying the physical contact of the other man's hands around his wrist. Agron knew how important the woman was to Cetan and he wanted to make sure that he did nothing to create tension or disapproval. "It's a pleasure to meet you," he added, slightly moving forward, but not far from Cetan, to extent his hand in greeting towards Cetan's grandmother.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 0:58:48 GMT
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Agron had never before felt the sensation that utterly consumed him now upon hearing the words of love returned from Cetan. They touched his very soul, made each beat of his heart more purposeful. As if it truly beat for the man before him: Cetan and only Cetan. Agron could feel the organ nearly pounding in his chest. Fears and terror ebbing away with each offered touch from Cetan. Each word. Each kiss. The press of his warm flesh against his own; his body straddling Agron's which did nothing to sate that desire for him.
Each kiss to his face . . . as Agron closed his eyes to truly feel the way his soft lips could caress him. It was a feeling unlike any other. A place of serenity and pure happiness . . . as was always experienced whenever in the arms of his partner. Agron's arms wrapped around Cetan, as if holding him with the fear of ever being forced to let go. The gentle command added to every other incredible emotion felt, and wanting nothing more than to comply with it. He knew of Cetan's shyness and always found it endearing. Under any other circumstance, perhaps he would have affectionately teased his lover. But right now, the needed for Cetan trumped that playfulness.
Fresh images in his head of having to helplessly watch Cetan die, added an urgency to his actions. One that called for immediate compliance. Agron's hands slid from Cetan's back, forward to remove any under layer of fabric that may conceal his lower region. Agron's response was given in actions, rather than words. He brought a hand to his lips to moisten it and slick his cock. He then closed his eyes, pressing his lips against Cetan's in a passionate kiss. Overwhelmed with the array of emotions; from a nightmare, to a dream left the German in a highly vulnerable state.
And it caused a tear to slide down his cheek, not even fully aware of it himself. He guided himself to Cetan's entrance, the head touching him as Agron just breathed against Cetan's lips. "I love you," he whispered, the words barley audible . . . but saying them, was as natural as breathing. So with those words, he slowly rocked his hips forward, entering Cetan a prompting a heavy exhalation as his breathing hitched, one hand returned to Cetan's back, the other caressing his lover's thigh and his lips, once again, closing the hardly existing distance between them.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 0:42:43 GMT
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A Agron knew that it was completely unnecessary to bring up the fact that this was Cetan's first time. Though, the older male was incredibly aware of it. Which was what prompted he question that offered choice. Which made him incredibly aware of Cetan's body; his actions, his reactions, the subtle shifts, the soft noises . . . anything and everything so that Agron could allow the strong affections he felt for the other be felt, rather than make demand of his body.
Agron softly smiled at his words, leaning down to place a kiss on Cetan's lips; one that stated off soft, but grew deeper, his hands already moving to Cetan's shirt to make work of its removal. Slowly, he began to slide the fabric of it up Cetan's body, breaking the kiss only so that he could pull the entirety of it off, and toss it carelessly to the side. The anticipation of what was coming nearly left the larger man breathless.
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 0:34:51 GMT
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Agron slowly nodded his head in response to Chadara's question. After all, she knew him longer than Agron did. She perhaps had more of a right to be here than he did, but he wasn't about to vocalize that. Whatever feelings stirred for Nasir, kept him here until he was certain that Nasir would awaken. Or, until Spartacus called him away.
"If you hold faith in the gods, now would be time to fucking pray." Agron fucked the gods every since, especially ever since they ripped Duro from this world. To lose Nasir as well . . . well, Agron relied more on the strength of the Syrian to fight through this, rather than the strength of the gods to see him through.
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Post by Agron on Sept 19, 2017 2:27:44 GMT
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Agron knew it was not wise to get into any verbal conversation with the man. But when they had come face to face, one thing led to another. Agron's spirits were . . . not what they had once been. The crucifixion has stripped him of his capabilities. The simple ability to hold a sword -- something that he grew up on -- was not taken from him. His identity, was taken from him. And Castus certainly made a point to remind him of it. Agron was already known for his short fuse but this time, it was different.
This time, he did not hold the advantage of skill. His ability to fight was compromised. Highly compromised. And once again, the Cilician took advantage. It was the mention of Nasir, the taunting of not being able to hold his lover with crippled hands that had been the final provocation that caused Agron to attempted to push his body into Castus. He could not swing for he could not fist his hands, nor could he raise a weapon to strike him with. Castus on the other hand, knew where to strike. Verbally, and physically. The first blow came across Agron's already bruised face, something that the German quickly recovered from. The second, Agron managed to block with his forearm, but Castus knew his weaknesses.
The altercation left Agron biting back any cries of pain as Castus targeted his wounded hands, and the strikes against his torso in which the larger male felt the tear; the reopening of his wound, hands instinctively going to his upper body and quickly the warmth of the blood spread over his fingers. Agron was on his knees, unable to make eye contact with the Cilician. Words of Nasir deserving better, a man of worth were the final daggers that struck Agron to the core of his heart as the pirate made his leave. Agron closed his eyes, hating that he let the fucking shit effect him in such a way. Both physically and emotionally.
He staggered to his feet, making his way quickly to his shared tent with Nasir and hoping that his lover was not present so that he would not have to see him in such a way. Fortunately, he wasn't, and Agron took the opportunity to reach for the pitcher of water. Unable to grip it and already consumed with pain, he knocked over the pitcher with his elbow, dampening the cloth that was there. His hands, his fingers felt numb, the intense throbbing and sting of his wound distracting him. Unable to lift anything with enough purpose to treat his wound, Agron kicked the table to the ground and continued to sit on the edge of his bed, eyes closed as he felt a defeat unlike any other he'd encountered before.
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Post by Agron on Sept 14, 2017 1:09:13 GMT
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Agron was not one who overly celebrated his birthday. It usually involved just going out for drinks with friends and something rather casual. This year however, he was in a relationship with someone and Cetan had suggested spending the day together. Birthday or not, Agron would never turn down the opportunity to spend as much time with Cetan as he could. Cetan was special. And incredibly special to Agron. The more he got to know him, the more he felt for him.
Despite his excitement over the thought of it however, work pulled him from such thoughts as he was called in the middle of the night. He was not working but they needed as many men as they could get. The fire was in a rural area and spreading with intense speed. They had been working on it all through the night and had they not been outside, Agron wouldn't even have noticed that it was already morning. Not to mention the vibration of his phone. He glanced down to see who it was, inwardly cursing because he knew that he would have to cancel his morning plans with Cetan, and lacked both the heart and desire to tell him.
"Give me a sec!" He called to a few of his colleagues as he stepped away, answering his call and hearing Cetan respond on the other side. "Hey Cetan," he replied, voice soft with a tone reserved only for his partner. "I'm so sorry but I'm going to have to cancel our morning plans. Got called in and am in the middle of a fucking mess right now." To say the least. His voice filled with regret and his own disappointment for not being able to see Cetan this morning as they had planned.
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Post by Agron on Sept 14, 2017 0:58:43 GMT
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The initial response to his question was the gaze of a young male. One whom Agron's eyes locked onto, the two of them seemingly looking at each other until a voice broke the silence which . . . may not have been long at all yet still felt drawn out. And not at all in a bad way. The fireman turned to the source of the voice, and had it been anyone but an elder woman, Agron might have given a sarcastic response in return.
But instead he just looked between the two of them as he asked his next question. "Was there anyone inside?" He asked, giving a brief motion to the others; non verbal direction to pull out the hose and where to start from. In the meantime he looked expectantly at the two of them, though found his eyes lingering more on the male. There was something very . . . captivating about him. Agron couldn't quite explain it nor explore it in this moment. There was a fucking building on fire.
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Post by Agron on Sept 7, 2017 1:05:23 GMT
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Agron silently watched Cetan, feeling the softness of his lips against his fingertips, gazing at him until he opened his eyes once more. Not daring to speak, as if in fear of ruining the silence between them. He did not fail to notice the tear that escaped the corner of his eye, hating that he made his lover worry so much about this.
Agron continued to remain quiet as Cetan leaned forward, the older male closing his eyes as he felt the man he loved so near him, his soft, comforting breath granting him a kind of solace that was not achieved any other way. He couldn't resist tilting his head a little, until their lips softly touched, enjoying the contact, the softness of his lips, and the way it flooded his entire body with the comfort of his touch while his free hand gently rested against Cetan's cheek.
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