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(Spartacus) Agron x Reader Part 2

As dusk settles over the ludus, casting a golden glow over the weary fighters and former slaves, you find yourself drawn to the solitude of the training yard. Agron is there, as always, his silhouette outlined against the fading light as he sharpens his sword with practiced precision.

Wordlessly, you join him, the air thick with unspoken thoughts and emotions. For a long while, you stand side by side in companionable silence, the only sound the rhythmic scrape of steel against stone. You've grown accustomed to each other's presence. You've trained together every day, from dawn until dusk, taking a break only to eat. You've shared bits and pieces from your past, fears about the future, and plans, should you survive in your endeavour.

Day after day, you've felt closer to him than anyone in your former ludus, except your little sister. It is only the thoughts of her that are stopping her from fully committing to the cause that Spartacus is spearheading.

As the last rays of sunlight fade from the sky, casting the world into shadow, you find yourself unable to keep your secrets buried any longer. You sit down on the rocky step of the training yard, beside Agron. With a heavy sigh, you look at the way his hands work the blade, the weight of your confession pressing heavily on your heart.

"The only reason I attempted to take Spartacus's life is because I had no other choice," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. "My Dominus has my younger sister, and he threatened to harm her if I did not comply."

There is a moment of stunned silence as Agron processes your words, putting the gladius down as he turns to face you. And then, without hesitation, he pulls you into his embrace, wrapping his strong arms around you, pressing your body into his until all you can smell is his skin and the freshly sharpened metal. You close your eyes, feeling his comforting touch on your back. You grit your teeth, because at that moment all you want is to cry out.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs, his voice soft with understanding. "No one should ever have to make such a choice."

You suppress a sob, the uncertainty of the future pressing hard on you, and you feel helpless. But, you draw strength from Agron's embrace, his presence a comforting reminder that you are not alone in this fight. Your hands reach forward, arms wrapping around his torso and you let him cradle you like an older sibling, a good friend, or a lover would.

"I am no assassin, Agron. I am just a sister trying to protect her family," you say.

Agron does not offer words of condemnation or judgment. Instead, his fingers stroke through your hair, and his voice is understanding.

"I know your pain," he says, his voice a comforting presence in the gathering darkness. "I had a brother too. I lost him in the rebellion," his voice doesn't tremble, but you can feel the emotion reverberating in his chest as he takes a deep breath. "We will find a way to free your sister, together. I swear it."

You lift your head from his chest, meeting his gaze with a sad smile.

"Thank you," your voice is an answering whisper,  barely above a breath. "I haven't had an ally in a long while."

Agron's eyes soften, his gaze locking with yours. And in that moment, as the world fades away around you, you realize just how much he means to you—how his strength, his courage, and his unwavering loyalty have become the anchor that grounds you in this uncertainty. You are very aware of his closeness, of his hot breath on your lips, of his bare arms that are keeping you from crumbling.

Without another word, you lean forward, closing the distance between you and the former gladiator with a hesitant yet desperate longing. His lips meet yours in a gentle, tentative kiss, a spark igniting between you that soon turns into flame.

For a fleeting moment, all thoughts of your sister, your Dominus, and the weight of your past fade into insignificance. The world falls away, leaving only the two of you in a timeless embrace.

But the moment is gone too soon and you pull away, breathless and heart pounding. Agron's hand finds yours, fingers intertwining, as he pulls you close again, his lips crashing against yours in a more desperate, yet confident kiss. You feel his other hand on your cheek, his skin warm against yours. His smell, his taste, threaten to overwhelm you, but you are unable to pull away for the second time, even when you feel as if you could suffocate.

You don't know whether it's him or you who takes the lead to the small bedroom that he claimed in that big house, but all that matters is that you are there together. Your hands are tearing each other's clothes, with eagerness and want that you hadn't felt in years, and soon enough you share the straw bed, bodies intertwined, flush against each other as your breath and your moans fill the room.

With each caress, each kiss, you feel yourself unraveling, surrendering to the overwhelming tide of desire that sweeps through you like a tempest. Your bodies move together with a primal urgency, a desperate longing that transcends words and reason. In this moment of shared passion, there is no room for doubt or hesitation—only the raw, unbridled intensity of your love for one another.

As Agron's lips trace a path along your skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through your veins, you lose yourself in the sensation, your senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of ecstasy. His hands roam your body with a possessive hunger, claiming you as his own with each touch, each whispered promise of devotion.

His scent, his touch, his love is enveloping you like a warm embrace, driving you to heights of ecstasy you never thought possible. And as you reach the pinnacle of pleasure together, your cries of passion echoing in the stillness of the night, you know that this moment—this connection—is something that can never be taken from you. In Agron's arms, you find solace, strength, and a sense of belonging that you have long yearned for.