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Wherein Nasir tries not to send his boyfriend into a rage [Closed]

WHO| Nasir and Agron
WHAT| After having some fun, Nasir's visitor, Agron, presses for more information. He doesn't like what he learns. Nasir regrets everything.
WHEN| The night the tributes' visitors arrive
WHERE| Nasir's room
WARNINGS| Pillow talk (it all takes place after, nothing happens in the post), curses and offensive slurs, violence against furniture

Faizan had been separated from them for the night, which was for the best but still unsettled Nasir. He did not trust his captors but he assumed they had more sense than to kill his brother and expect him to still fight for them. He had to assume that or he would worry himself until his nerves were raw.

Fortunately for him, Agron was allowed to return with Nasir to his room and he had proved pleasantly distracting. Nasir wrapped his arms around him and for the first time he had to hold back a laugh. He had missed Agron-- and this-- feeling his weight press down on him and having him near.

"Do you still believe this dream?" Nasir smiled, running his hands down Agron's back.

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For Agron it has been less than a day since they were in this very same position - together in each other's arms, breathing the same air and pressed close enough to be nearly as one. In the wake of his brutal (justifiably so, Agron thinks) assault on Castus Agron had been a violent storm of emotion, all too ready to fall for Nasir's temptation instead of taking it out further on those around him.

He had been no less on edge today, surrounded as he was by alien sights and sounds that had made no sense at all. The only thing that had kept Agron in line hadn't been the scattering of Peacekeepers, harried and fraught as they were, but the quiet presence of Nasir at his side. A calming, cooling pillar of normality amidst a sea of riddles and dreams.

There, in that very room Nasir was much the same. Their environment was still strange; the bed seemed to be made of the richest material Agron had ever touched, the air tasted of cold metal - it was enough to keep Agron unsettled and suspicious. The smile he returned at Nasir's question was considerably less bright, even as he squeezed a rough, warm hand against one of the thighs wrapped about his torso.

"You stand more convincing," He admitted, still breathless, and the smile turned teasing. "Now that I have evidence enough to know you flesh -- and blood --" Ducking his head, he punctuated each word first with a kiss against Nasir's jaw and then another against the warm pulse of his neck.

But there were too many strange thoughts to allow him to fall back in to the easy comfort of enjoying the taste of Nasir against his lips. He lifted his head and slightly eased his weight away, propping himself up on one forearm planted to one side of Nasir's shoulder as he frowned down at the man beneath him.

"But the rest of this land stands no less a riddle."

This time Nasir did laugh, light, almost breathless, but a laugh and something that no longer felt as foreign as it would have but a day ago. He lay back and savored each press of Agron's lips and the touch of his hand against thigh until they were removed.

Nasir lowered his legs from around Agron as the man moved but still craving touch, he lay his hand across Agron's chest, moving it until his palm rested over his heart.

"One I have spent weeks in attempt to unravel." Nasir did not want to think about it. He did not want to consider what he was being forced to do, nor did he wish Agron would learn of it. Yet the latter seemed impossible. He was bound to learn eventually. Someone would let something slip and at the same time, though he desired to protect Agron, Nasir also wanted him to know. Wouldn't it be best he discovered the truth now when they had risen to such heights?

But...

"Place it from thought for yet a moment longer."

"Weeks?"

The word registered and Agron drew his head back sharply. Time has passed, Nasir had said to Agron and Faizan earlier, but Agron had simply assumed it was a matter of mere moments. There were many things about his abrupt arrival in this city that hadn't made sense but the idea that Nasir had been here for weeks somehow seemed more incredulous than any of it put together.

"But -- hours ago you were yet within my arms in Sinuessa--?" He attempted to sound out his thoughts, words trailing off as he mind raced ahead in stumbling bounds to conclusions that made painfully little sense. The sweat on his brow and his back seemed rapidly cooler now, freezing almost as he clenched his jaw in a deeper frown. Once again Agron found himself confused far beyond what he could bear - and the only one who seemed to have the answers here was the smaller man beneath him.

"How many days have passed since you were imprisoned here?" He demanded as he propped himself up fully on one hand to look down at Nasir.

Nasir reminded himself that he needed to be more careful with his words. He was used to not guarding himself when he was with Agron yet now it was a necessity, one that Agron would not appreciate but would have avoided this had Nasir taken more care.

He had wanted but a moment more of enjoyment before discussing this.

"I no longer know." Nasir had never been taught, had barely learned to count and after his defeat in the arena, he had no mind for it.

"I believe they took me two weeks past. Do not ask me how it is possible that I lay in your arms hours ago. There is much I do not understand. They have taken people from the future as well, from a span of years almost beyond imagining. Time holds little meaning to them in that regard. For you it has been hours, for me it has been--" some time "weeks since Sinuessa."

A lie, one that felt bitter on his tongue, but one that above all others had to be told. The distaste in his expression at speaking it could be excused by their situation. He hoped it would be.

"The cock on them, attempting to steal you away from loving arms!" Agron fiercely exclaimed, now increasingly more incensed by the mental image that Nasir's words cultivated: the man he loves dearest, stolen away over miles by an unfamiliar and unexpected enemy. Taken against his will, taken against Agron's will.

Another burst of righteous anger swelled in his chest and Agron sank lower again, falling back down to settle against the sleek lines of Nasir's body once more. The idea of losing Nasir was unbearable - the fact that he had somehow lost him already was even worse.

"And to what end?" He cupped a hand against Nasir's flushed cheek with one thumb tracing the familiar arch of his cheek bone. "What purpose do these fucks have, bringing you so far?"

Agron would learn. Sooner or later he would learn. It was best he heard the news from Nasir's lips.

Nasir swept his hands over Agron's shoulders and up his neck before burying his fingers in his lover's hair.

"The same purpose for which the Romans enslaved you. They brought me here to fight in the arena for their amusement."

It was not the worst they could have asked of him, as he knew. Dying had been, as expected, excruciating and he could not recall a worse experience-- physically. Emotionally he had suffered worse, a fact that Agron did not know and would not for some time.

To be parted from Agron weighed on Nasir heavily with each passing day but at least he knew that he lived. He would have Agron remain alive over the course of his stay here.

For all the solid reassurance of Nasir's hands - the skimming of the bare flesh of his neck, the gentle tug of fingers through his hair - there was nothing he could possibly have done to make his words any easier to hear. The effect on Agron was instantaneous; his face falls in to a tumult of emotion as a thick, freezing wave of dread and anger washed through the hollow of his chest. How long had he spent trying to free Duro from Batiatus's ludus? And what had been the final price of his efforts?

For a moment Agron struggled to form words beyond the thick knot of emotion that seemed to have lodged in his throat. The hand at Nasir's cheek felt frozen in place, forgotten or unable to be moved, as he stared uncomprehendingly down at the face he held.

" -- You are fucking gladiator?" He finally managed, expression full of the threat of a storming rage.

Nasir ran his fingers down Agron's neck, knowing that the comfort of his touch was not enough. He was worried and angry and Nasir shared in those feelings though he could admit only to anger.

"In all but name. They call us tributes." The next part would be a difficult message to convey. Nasir himself had not believed it until it happened to him. "When we fall in the arena, they breathe life into us once more and we return from Hades. I will not leave this world."

Nasir held little hope that the news would calm Agron.

He took Agron's face in his hands. "When we are parted I will return to you."

The people of Panem may have been able to wrest him from Agron's arms but they would not keep him from them.

Tributes, returning from Hades... Nasir might as well have said that the sky was pink and that fog could kill you quicker than a sword to the gut, for all the sense it made. He didn't even bother to try processing it - his mind was too full of one very particular thought that made his blood simultaneously freeze with dread and boil with anger.

Nasir, a gladiator.

He pulled away with a snarling grunt of frustration, away from the strong hands that held his face, pushing them away with one hand as if he they were nothing. Suddenly enveloped in his own anger - in his own memories of hos much he had hated the idea of Duro fighting alone in the arena, without Agron for protection - it seemed as if he were suddenly caught up in his own untouchable and unstoppable storm of emotion. Nasir being enslaved once again had bad enough but the idea that he might fall, alone and in pain and with a crowd baying for blood was enraging - and painful - beyond words.

Away from the warm, damp press of Nasir's body beneath his the room - the cell - feels colder. Numbly Agron moved to the edge of the bed, hands blindly gripping at the edge of the plush mattress until his knuckles turned white, head bowed and shoulders hunched as he stared unseeingly at some spot on the floor.

"A fucking gladiator," He spat, every muscle rigid and tensed as he sat, naked and furious, before he suddenly twisting as the realisation settled. "And you have fought in their arena before now?"

Nasir sat up and crawled beside Agron, placing his hands on his shoulders. He didn't reply immediately and that should have been answer enough-- the moment of hesitation before he spoke.

"Yes."

Agron didn't seem to have registered what else Nasir had said, not that he could fault him for it. But Nasir knew Agron would latch onto that one word and not release it until the fire inside him had run its course and dimmed to embers.

"Agron, I will not fall in the arena." Not permanently. He had already died once but that was a fine distinction and not one that Agron was yet ready to hear. "Open ears and listen to me."

But he knew that it was pointless to urge Agron to calm down. His taut muscles, his words and the voice with which he spoke them, and more than that Nasir's knowledge of the man all spoke to an impending outburst of rage and violence.

At least Nasir didn't care for his furnishings. Still, he would like a bed to sleep on for the night.

It was never going to take much to trigger the explosive outpouring of rage that had begun to bottle itself in his chest, but it was that moment of hesitation before Nasir's yes that truly did it. Nasir could have said nothing else except for that single word and Agron would have felt it like a spear through his chest.

He pushed Nasir's hands from his shoulders with another growl - guttural, pained almost in the depth and scope of the overwhelming rage at the idea of Nasir in the arena - as he rose to his feet. Naked and still traced with a glistening, gleaming sheen of sweat Agron lashed out - fingers brushed the delicate glass work of a decanter of water and automatically latched on. A single item in the room for Agron to exert his rage on, he gripped the thin neck of the water jug and threw it blindly, savagely, with a flex of his muscles and a snarl of hate, across the room and against the far wall.

But the smash and shatter of the glass as it fell hard against the unforgiving wall of Nasir's room was disappointingly underwhelming - there was no satisfaction to be found in the way it broke, and Agron curled both fists in to a ball as he turned to find the next target.

A chair - strange and uncomfortable, seemingly fashioned of the same iron as a blade. It too is swept up in Agron's hard fingers, but this one required more effort than the decanter. He swung it madly, sending it in a violent tumble to smash its way in to another far corner of the room with a roar.

Nasir had always known Agron to be a violent, rage driven man, and he loved him for it. He loved him for how he fought on the battlefield: mad and wild and focused entirely on burying his blade in Roman flesh. But this was not the battlefield and on more than one occasion Agron's anger had brought trouble down on them-- and between them. Right now, Nasir wanted nothing more than to bring forth the tender side that only he knew, the one with arms held open for him and who had told him, once, that his heart would beat only for him.

By the look of it, Nasir would not see that side of the man for some time. He watched as first glass shattered then the chair crashed against the wall. Nasir pushed himself up off the bed but kept his distance. He knew Agron would never hurt him but it was best to give him space while he was like this.

"Is it intent to break all in this room?" Nasir was harsher than he meant but he was tired of this. He was tired of holding back his own anger so he wouldn't provoke Agron's. He was tired of that failing. He was tired of Agron not stopping to listen to him.

He stared at Agron, not caring that he was naked and not caring that he was trying to stare Agron down while physically looking up at him.

Agron turned on his heel, eyes searching for the next poor inanimate object for him to exert his wrath upon but instead finding his eyes catching on Nasir.

"Is it Jupiter's fucking intent to have me break my oath?" He thundered in reply, eyes white-edged with fury as his gaze latched uncompromisingly on to Nasir's. By Agron's count it was less than a day since he stood in a similar fury before his lover, declaring that the gods themselves could not take Nasir away from him. "He will not prove my words false," He threatened as he took a step towards Nasir, finger upraised if it was Nasir himself that he reprimanded. "I will tear the fuck from the heavens myself before I see you stand alone on arena sand!"

You broke oath when you cast me aside to march with Crixus. You proved own words false. The words were on Nasir's tongue but, even if Agron could remember doing such a thing, he would never have voiced them.

Agron loved him. He had left but he had also returned and had never tried to convince Nasir to leave his side since. The anger that still lingered was undeserved and without reason.

That understanding hadn't stopped the way Nasir's gaze hardened at the words "break my oath," but it faded moments later.

"I attempted to kill one of them," Nasir said, suppressing what hurt-- anger-- he felt but it did not diminish the passion in his voice. "I could not lay hands on them. I lost grip on the world and awoke in a cell. Put boast to test and you will fall short at cost of life. I will not see you fall."

"Then so be it," Agron cut across the last of Nasir's words with a snarl and swiftly closed the distance between them again with a second stride that drew them within touching distance. Nasir could match him passion and volume but Agron still physically towered over him, all misdirected fierceness and impotent rage at a nebulous group of people he had never met, let alone could plot a way to kill. Still, it doesn't diminish his anger as he carried on:

"So fucking be it. Let us take fucking arms and put these shits to sword! I would sooner fall one thousand times than see you fall beneath blade for their fucking entertainment."

Nasir did not flinch when Agron rounded on him. This was too important. While days ago he had been willing to sacrifice their lives in battle against the Romans, their deaths would have held meaning. They had taken many lives. Here they would accomplish nothing and no one would die save the two of them. That was not the death Agron truly wanted and so it was not the death that Nasir desired either.

"Listen to words," he said sharply, softening his voice a fraction a moment later. "When I fall I will return to life. I will breathe again but only if I lose life in the arena. Here we would waste our lives in foolish attempt that holds no hope of success. You had plan when you freed self from ludus. We have none. Spartacus would not see us fall to reckless act and neither would I have it."

With a fierce shake of his head Agron latched desperately on to one particular strand of Nasir's words - the one strand that resonated closest with the deep, black fears that had taken such a painful grip on his heart.

"You will not lose life in the arena."

It was half a threat, half a personal promise - as if there was anything Agron could possibly ever do to keep Nasir safe from harm. In one swift movement he leaned forward to take Nasir's cheeks tightly in his hands, holding him firmly and keeping his gaze tight and insistent on Nasir's.

"You will not."

It was decided. Agron was never going to learn that Nasir had died already-- died and then breathed again.

He wished that his lover had never come here. He would have missed him, yearned to feel his touch, but he wouldn't have to worry about him killing himself in a foolish attempt to escape.

Nasir pressed his hands to Agron's face as well. His touch was softer and a gentle reminder that he was here. He breathed. He lived.

"I will not. You have my word." Nasir felt uneasy. Even when looked at in the best light, his promise stretched the truth. At the worst, it was an outright lie and he knew exactly how Agron would view it if he knew the truth.

Nasir's cooling touch had always been a force of nature upon Agron - even there, with the heat and sickness of his rage threatening to burn him up to the core, he could feel the tense muscles in his jawline instinctively unwind against the palms pressed against his cheek.

There was little more he could bring himself to say, so instead he filled his silence with a fierce kiss pressed against Nasir's lips.

Nasir returned the kiss with a passion to rival Agron's. He dragged his hands back along Agron's jaw, past the back of his head, to sink them into his hair and dig his fingers into his scalp.

He took a step back towards the bed, far enough to part their lips if Agron did not follow, but not enough that they wouldn't still have their hands on each other.

He knew one way to both distract and comfort Agron.

His kisses were harder, his grip was just a little bit tighter. Tenderness was replaced by fierceness and a furious determination; every touch of Agron's skin against Nasir's was fuelled by possessiveness and the drive to make sure Nasir, of all people, knew just how much he wanted Nasir for himself. And himself alone.

When they were done and Agron had taken a moment to catch his breath and still the hammering of his heart against his chest, he rolled on to his back with a sigh. Pulling Nasir on top of him - draping the smaller man over his own broad chest and holding him close with arms pulled tight around his shoulders - was an easy feat.

"You change subject too easily," He grumbled between kisses, more a criticism of his own inability to withstand Nasir's wiles than any real manipulation on Nasir's part.

Nasir pressed a long kiss to Agron's lips to silence him, only speaking when he pulled away from his mouth. "Do you not find present subject pleasing?" He asked.

He brushed his hair back behind his ear so it wouldn't fall into Agron's face as he kissed his jaw.

"Tell me, how can I ensure you do?"

This was preferable to the conversation that was sure to follow now that Agron was regaining his senses. And this time Nasir was too tired to distract in the same manner as before. He could only hope that Agron was similarly exhausted and unable to tear apart the room as he had.

And by the gods, Nasir just wanted to hold onto this. Knowing Agron though, he was determined to tear their moment of peace apart again.

One hand anchored itself on the solid flesh of Nasir's hip - had he grown a little broader in the supposed weeks that they had been apart? Or perhaps Agron imagined it - while the other hand echoed the same movements as Nasir's as Agron reached up to touch Nasir's hairline. Thick fingers with short, ripped nails trailed the same line, tucking away hair that was already pretty well tucked away thanks to Nasir, but doing it anyway for the sake of it. The hand followed down, along the curve of Nasir's throat, to find a familiar home at the nape of Nasir's neck where it rubbed meaningless circles amidst Nasir's kisses.

"Very fucking pleasing, as I ever find you," He assured in low, breathless tones with eyes half-lidded with comfort despite the silent threat of the world beyond their four walls continuing to prowl restlessly in the back of Agron's mind. The fingers at Nasir's hip dug meaningfully in for emphasis as he added: "You know I have burn with questions in deep need of answer, yet you ply me with kisses! You have me at serious fucking disadvantage - you possess my every weakness."

Nasir rested one of his hands on Agron's chest and ran it up to his shoulder then down again, soothing him with fingers and lips as he trailed kisses across Agron's jaw while he talked. But at Agron's last words he stopped.

Nasir did not possess every weakness but he did know of them all, present and future. Agron did not.

"As you possess mine," he said but his voice was a little unsure, not as confident or teasing as it had been moments ago.

Nasir moved in to kiss Agron's lips. His nails raked at the skin on Agron's shoulder to further the distraction, both for his lover and himself. Nasir did not intend for it to last long but he was caught up in Agron's taste, in the fingers stroking his nape and those digging into his hip. If he tried to forget, it wasn't that difficult to be happy for this one moment.

With his fingertips, Nasir smoothed the scratch marks he'd left behind.

"Promise you will stay in bed and I will see questions answered."

A scratch followed by a gentle touch - it made sense, on some deep level. So much of their world was made up of pleasure bound tightly with pain, and the soothing press of Nasir's fingertips felt a thousand times more loving because of it. And Agron loved him all the more for it.

"Words from mouth are lovingly received yet tone again gives cause enough to trouble heart," he murmured against Nasir's kiss with a frown, then pulled the smaller man away to hold him at arm's length, all the better to carefully watch for any sign of Nasir's tell-tale guilty expression. "Promise that answers given are forged with truth and perhaps I will consider terms!"

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