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Agron came upon Nasir just as Spartacus was sweeping away to prowl through their budding camp. They had released another villa in their preparation to take the mines. He crept up behind his small lover and made sure to press chest against back for him to better feel the rumble of his voice. "Your smile now equals glare once reserved for the man," he said against the shell of Nasir's ear. He spread his fingers wide over each hip, always feeling the need to touch as much as he could at once. "Should I worry?"
Nasir pressed back into him, making sure Agron felt every degree of the turn within his arms. His soft smile did not change to sly grin as expected at loving jest, however. "There are no worries to be had, by any now, as free men," he murmured, leaning up on toes to deliver pressing kiss. Agron searched his face when they parted, confused at Nasir's avoidance of usual teasing banter.
"None at all?" Nasir's eyes crinkled, his smile was so wide, and he shook his head, rubbing their noses together. "You have no thought to spare for the swelling of our army and the large belly that now needs feeding?" Agron spoke against Nasir's seeking mouth. The smaller man gave a small chuckle and another shake of his head. "No mind for where we shall next sleep under solid roof?" The Syrian made a noise of protest along with his next head shake as Agron refused to kiss him again. "No fear of Rome after our heels, with collar clutched in her filthy, gluttonous hand?" Nasir finally threw his head back at that, laugh echoing over the tents.
"Rome clutches nothing," he replied, voice grown husky and eyes heavy lidded. He jerked Agron's head finally down to him for a fierce kiss, fingers tight in his shorn hair. The German submitted to the attention, but furrowed questioning brows once released. His lover's brilliant smile returned again, along with voice thick with laughter. "There is no more bondage for us, for me." His next kiss was softer, then he shrugged delightedly. "They would simply kill me now." He laughed again.
Agron reared away to search Nasir's precious face. "And this pleases you?" For the first time since their exchange began, Nasir's smile faded. Agron saw the awareness come behind his eyes as he realized what had been said, and he seemed to shrink before the German's eyes. He offered up a one shouldered shrug, mood visibly shaken and discomfited by unpleasant history.
Agron growled deep in his chest as he swept the Syrian into deep kiss and fierce embrace. "I would rather you die than be taken for them again," he panted once they parted. Then smiled til his eyes crinkled, matching Nasir. "They cannot have you back." They stood with foreheads pressed together, alone for all the bustling of the camp.
"Your understanding lifts spirits," Nasir whispered.
"Your entire existence lifts cock," Agron rumbled before spiriting his small lover away to remind him of how very free he finally was.