A Warrior's Companion
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stryx_ficsA modern AU for Agron and Nasir. I have incoherent plans for more. No warnings here except possible feels. 727 words.
"Damn, Nasir, don't squeeze my hand so hard. I need that for shooting."
"Don't tease. You're plenty strong. And I'm nervous."
Agron brought their entwined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of Nasir's. The turbulance had been on the rough side, and Nasir didn't like flying as it was. "We'll be on the ground again soon, my love."
Nasir sighed. "It's not just that. I know DADT is gone and it's not supposed to matter, but North Carolina isn't California. We're gay and interracial. And I'm Syrian. And you're going to the Middle East. How the fuck will I manage without you?" The normally silken voice wavered, as though rusty shears had jaggedly torn into the fabric.
Green eyes softened and Agron's free hand moved to tuck black hair behind his partner's ear. "You'll do what you always do. Smile and charm everyone and make lots of friends. You'll Skype with me whenever we can manage. You'll call the phone I got from Cell Phones for Soldiers." He took Nasir's chin in his fingers and turned the other man's face to his. "All the other wives are going to love you."
Nasir's dark brows pulled downwards at the sudden grin on Agron's face, tugging at the scar above. He nearly pouted. "I'm not your 'wife'."
The smile never faltered. "Domestic partner?"
"Husband."
"Yes, dear."
Another sigh heaved from Nasir's chest as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes. "You're impossible."
Agron chuckled. "And you married me."
One brown eye slit open and looked at him sideways. "Don't make me regret it."
"Yes, dear."
**
"Agron will you please move your ass?"
"Sounds familiar!"
Nasir rolled his eyes. Total exasperation was clearly his husband's goal for the day, as they were now running late for a newcomers' social event on the base, and Agron was still shut in the bathroom fixing his hair. He sometimes teased Nasir about how much of a pain the length of his must be, but at times like this the braided half-ponytail was much quicker than the carefully gelled and spiked style Agron favored.
"You couldn't possibly be any more gay, could you?"
The bathroom door finally swung open and Agron strutted out, ineffable dimpled grin, as always, plastered across his face. "Nope!"
Nasir shoved him out the front door and turned to lock it. He carried the keys, as Agron wouldn't be needing them soon. The realization had hit him hard a few hours earlier when the base commander had put them in his hand. It took a lot not to shed tears, then and now.
"Please just behave tonight? I have to live with these people for the next year. If you make this kind of scene then not only do we get stereotyped but I come off looking like a bitch and--"
Being turned and pressed back against the door by hips, hands, and lips interrupted him. Strong arms wound around him as familiar cologne rose from beneath the merlot-colored cotton shirt Agron wore. Perhaps one too many buttons had been left undone, and perhaps the chocolate-brown dress pants were a touch too snug, but the man looked positively edible, and smelled just as enticing. Musk and spice, but still light and clean. Agron had worn it just for his benefit, Nasir realized, a scent intended to calm and soothe. It was working.
Agron pulled away slowly, humming softly in appreciation of his partner. He twitched the collar of Nasir's black silk button-down back into place, and tugged the charcoal waistcoat down a fraction of an inch. His eyes glimmered with love. "You look beautiful."
Nasir smiled, his first genuine one since leaving California. "Thank you."
"And you're not a bitch for wanting to get along with everyone. I can't imagine what this will feel like for you, and I'm sorry if my joking around has been insensitive." As on the plane, he lifted Nasir's chin with his fingers. "I just want to see you smile. As much as possible, so I have the memories when I leave."
Tears threatened Nasir's eyes again, and he stretched through the five inch height gap to wrap his arms around Agron's neck. The taller man lifted him off the ground for a moment, a bear hug squeezing around Nasir's waist.
"You hold my heart," Nasir whispered.
"And you have mine."
"Damn, Nasir, don't squeeze my hand so hard. I need that for shooting."
"Don't tease. You're plenty strong. And I'm nervous."
Agron brought their entwined hands to his mouth and kissed the back of Nasir's. The turbulance had been on the rough side, and Nasir didn't like flying as it was. "We'll be on the ground again soon, my love."
Nasir sighed. "It's not just that. I know DADT is gone and it's not supposed to matter, but North Carolina isn't California. We're gay and interracial. And I'm Syrian. And you're going to the Middle East. How the fuck will I manage without you?" The normally silken voice wavered, as though rusty shears had jaggedly torn into the fabric.
Green eyes softened and Agron's free hand moved to tuck black hair behind his partner's ear. "You'll do what you always do. Smile and charm everyone and make lots of friends. You'll Skype with me whenever we can manage. You'll call the phone I got from Cell Phones for Soldiers." He took Nasir's chin in his fingers and turned the other man's face to his. "All the other wives are going to love you."
Nasir's dark brows pulled downwards at the sudden grin on Agron's face, tugging at the scar above. He nearly pouted. "I'm not your 'wife'."
The smile never faltered. "Domestic partner?"
"Husband."
"Yes, dear."
Another sigh heaved from Nasir's chest as he leaned his head back and shut his eyes. "You're impossible."
Agron chuckled. "And you married me."
One brown eye slit open and looked at him sideways. "Don't make me regret it."
"Yes, dear."
**
"Agron will you please move your ass?"
"Sounds familiar!"
Nasir rolled his eyes. Total exasperation was clearly his husband's goal for the day, as they were now running late for a newcomers' social event on the base, and Agron was still shut in the bathroom fixing his hair. He sometimes teased Nasir about how much of a pain the length of his must be, but at times like this the braided half-ponytail was much quicker than the carefully gelled and spiked style Agron favored.
"You couldn't possibly be any more gay, could you?"
The bathroom door finally swung open and Agron strutted out, ineffable dimpled grin, as always, plastered across his face. "Nope!"
Nasir shoved him out the front door and turned to lock it. He carried the keys, as Agron wouldn't be needing them soon. The realization had hit him hard a few hours earlier when the base commander had put them in his hand. It took a lot not to shed tears, then and now.
"Please just behave tonight? I have to live with these people for the next year. If you make this kind of scene then not only do we get stereotyped but I come off looking like a bitch and--"
Being turned and pressed back against the door by hips, hands, and lips interrupted him. Strong arms wound around him as familiar cologne rose from beneath the merlot-colored cotton shirt Agron wore. Perhaps one too many buttons had been left undone, and perhaps the chocolate-brown dress pants were a touch too snug, but the man looked positively edible, and smelled just as enticing. Musk and spice, but still light and clean. Agron had worn it just for his benefit, Nasir realized, a scent intended to calm and soothe. It was working.
Agron pulled away slowly, humming softly in appreciation of his partner. He twitched the collar of Nasir's black silk button-down back into place, and tugged the charcoal waistcoat down a fraction of an inch. His eyes glimmered with love. "You look beautiful."
Nasir smiled, his first genuine one since leaving California. "Thank you."
"And you're not a bitch for wanting to get along with everyone. I can't imagine what this will feel like for you, and I'm sorry if my joking around has been insensitive." As on the plane, he lifted Nasir's chin with his fingers. "I just want to see you smile. As much as possible, so I have the memories when I leave."
Tears threatened Nasir's eyes again, and he stretched through the five inch height gap to wrap his arms around Agron's neck. The taller man lifted him off the ground for a moment, a bear hug squeezing around Nasir's waist.
"You hold my heart," Nasir whispered.
"And you have mine."
