If you can't dance, you can't dance

aeternium:

There’s a moment later that evening, just after sundown, when a question lingers in the air. It’s a time normally devoted to post-meal circles of laughter and quiet conversation, a time that has tonight been set aside in wake of the day’s events. Those who have returned from the arena’s burning uninjured are still exhausted, and those who remained behind have been doing their part for a camp in chaos.

Since their rather public claiming of one another earlier that afternoon, Agron and Nasir were quickly pulled away to where duty called – to strategy and discussion of what to do with the Celt for Agron, to Medica and what skills he had in healing those who had suffered wounds in Capua for Nasir.

It’s in the tentative moments after sundown, as the yard gradually empties of people in search of their beds, that Agron spies Nasir. Carefully leaning against a pillar, he’s facing away, caught up in conversation with his friend, the blonde who was Rhaskos’ woman.

Lithe hand placed gently over the bandage that covers his wound, twilight nesting in his long hair, Agron is content to just watch for a moment. It is the blonde woman who catches sight of him and wordlessly glances between he and Nasir before disappearing into the shadows with a quirked brow and a smile.

“She wastes no breath on unneeded words, your friend,” says Agron.

“Chadara has long seen what my eyes would not,” he says, turning to greet him with a smile. “She but offers encouragement the only way she knows how.”

Agron grins, and reaches up to tuck a flyaway strand of dark hair behind Nasir’s ear, his heart turning on itself when Nasir relaxes his cheek into his hand. Agron has endured an afternoon of jokes and teasing with good humor, content in the knowledge that he would by nightfall find himself in Nasir’s arms once more. Slowly he encloses in on his space, melting around Nasir as their lips find each other again.

This is the third time I have kissed him, he thinks. The first time was slow, chaste, unsure if he would be received willingly. The second, assured that this was what they both wanted, was swift and full, brimming with the energy and ecstasy of whatever this thing was.

This one is different. This is slow and deep and overflowing all at once, unhurriedly demanding everything as they explore the unknown shape of the other’s mouth. Nasir’s fingers brush along Agron’s jaw, and Agron’s teeth grazing Nasir’s bottom lip pull out a small whine that sends electricity along his spine.

At last they break apart, resting forehead to forehead, simply breathing in the other’s space.

“Will you come to bed?” asks Agron, and feels Nasir stiffen in his arms.

“Agron – “ he begins, only to be cut off.

“I seek to make no demands,” Agron backtracks quickly. “Your wound is yet fresh, and I would not ask…” He shakes his head. There will be time for such discussions later. “The comfort of your presence at my side is all I desire.”

The swiftly growing smile upon Nasir’s face and his body once more relaxed into Agron’s arms tight around him are all the answer he needs.

They fall to bed in a tangle of limbs, grabbing for each other as kisses fly furiously between them, Agron ever aware of the bandages wrapped around Nasir’s waist. When Nasir chuckles into his mouth in an uncharacteristic bout of laughter, Agron smooths the hair from his face but Nasir offers no explanation, and so Agron, smiling, kisses him again.

Sleep doesn’t find either of them quickly, but when it does, Agron is the first to fall to dreams. He lies facedown upon the blankets and robes they’ve collected between them, snoring softly. Nasir, for his part, does not sleep for a long time. Instead, he lies with his chest pressed to Agron’s upturned back, lightly tracing circles along his shoulder blades, and places a kiss at the nape of his neck.

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