WHEN THE CLOCK STRIKES FOUR
OH YE FAITHFUL.
The past week has been absolutely marvellous, you persistence and faith, devotion and zeal to most rampant sinning, it pleases the capricious deities of porn, I assure you, dear flock. THINGS OF BEAUTY HAVE BEEN PRODUCES, UNIQUE AND INTRICATE AND IT IS ALL THANKS TO YOU. Those who had strayed into firm morale and unblemished sexual ( Read more... )
The past week has been absolutely marvellous, you persistence and faith, devotion and zeal to most rampant sinning, it pleases the capricious deities of porn, I assure you, dear flock. THINGS OF BEAUTY HAVE BEEN PRODUCES, UNIQUE AND INTRICATE AND IT IS ALL THANKS TO YOU. Those who had strayed into firm morale and unblemished sexual ( Read more... )
/too many notes for a comment fic...
Their sex is as much of a necessity as breathing, but like breaths, fucks can be shallow and dissatisfying even when they serve the basic need. Though Esca feels pleasure from what Marcus does to his body, he gets little comfort from the act.
They are still at heart and soul two men of two very different, opposing worlds and there is little equality between them out in the world, or even in Esca's own head.
Esca is a proud warrior, the last of his tribe and his brave father's legacy, in entire lust and submission to a Roman, the sort of man who would have murdered his kin, his natural enemy. Though his bond with Marcus is one of abiding love and loyalty, it is also greatly one of anger, guilt and shame too.
Sometimes when Marcus touches him his muscles seize, tense rigid at the memory of the Roman invasion of his village. He burns strong with anger at himself for submitting in such a dishonoring way. At the universe surrounding him. At the Gods who reigned above silent to his every plea for release from this torment.
Helpless to betray, helpless to feel despair at betrayal.
Above all he felt hatred and rage at Marcus for causing the conflict in his heart by existing.
Thoughts of bruising Marcus with his fists, of pummeling him until he is a raw mass of blood and bone, fill the cavern behind his eyes as below he is in entire ecstasy. His belly, his length, his hole so filled and owned by Rome, pulsing with the most obscenely intense, unequivocal physical joy.
All the while Marcus his beloved, works above him to please him. Marcus who is so kind to him, who has made sacrifice for love of him, staying with him at their horse farm rather than going back to Rome, though his heart must long for home.
The man Esca has made promise and bond of love to.
So Esca just ignores his resentment. No matter how his honour struggles with what he does, he does not war outwardly just gives into Marcus' bodily need of him kindly, gently, softly and wholly.
In sex with Marcus Esca fights what he is and what he feels instinctively to do, so it is only ever of superficial satisfaction.
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And there is no such thing as redundant, no two fills re identical and yours aren't even remotely similar :) Thank you, bb!
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God the confusion that tiredness leaves in my branes so frustrating.
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http://poziomeczka.livejournal.com/20956.html?thread=1540060#t1540060
Yeah all I could think about when I saw that film (well once I got over the HAHAHAH AH THIS FILM SO GAY. DID HE JUST MAKE HIM KNEEL? ARE THESE PEOPLE TRANSCRIBING MY FANTASIES??) Was poor Esca. Like imagine such natural loyalty/love/lust for Marcus. Imagine him being all you have, when people exactly like him are the reason you have nothing.
How disloyal you must feel to yourself/your family for giving up anything to him.
:(
*cries* poor Esca. People always write/talk about Marcus' shame over sex with Esca, few people write about Esca's shame -- he's just as noble and honourable as Marcus is.
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You see how loyal and noble Esca is and we're meant to believe he just forgot about his family?
LOL NOT A LOVE STORY JAMIE BELLE? You might have told your face when you were acting, because DAMN, there is such tormented love in his eyes, such soul deep cavernous love. God Esca is so beautiful *sigh* utterly giving but not weak.
I will say that at no point whilst watching that film for the first time did I ever seriously believe that Esca would or could betray Marcus. It wasn't an option because he was too obviously (visibly Belle's eyes/his body language/his whole performance) in love with him.
Also the film doesn't do a great job of establishing a friendship for them before their quest so their trust and real loyalty for one another isn't legitimately explained in a friends sort of a way. Its more instant than friendship. It's not compatibility, it's more striking like lust and want.
Only love born of lust explains it (like love at first sight), because that isn't something that needs justification besides sight of one another.
God their love. I could write essays about it. Essays of poor coherence and faulty internal logic.
Jamie Belle is just too beautiful in that film for my poor weepy eyes to take. Such suffering adoration for that clutzy Roman and he does nothing to earn it besides being attractive -- although hey that is enough in a way.
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I wasn't that sure about the betrayal. I mean, I was pretty sure about the happy ending, but there was something in Esca that made me believe that while he didn't betray Marcus and was determined to save him, there was some fight inside of him, some resentment towards Marcus, some thirst for at least a bit of revenge.
Hmm, I think I could find some good things about Marcus besides his undeniable beauty. He's brave and strong, determined, single-minded, focused, has a strong (if a bit misguided at times) sense of honor and loyalty. He takes initiative and thinks outside the box. He was a respectful master. He's willing to cooperate and compromise to a large extent and hand control over to Esca when he knows Esca is more skilled/knowledgeable/competent. He doesn't stick to his beliefs when confronted with convincing arguments/other points of view but he's eager to fight for them when he's sure of them. He doesn't condone of mindless violence but doesn't hesitate from it when needed. He's compassionate. He doesn't hesitate to stick for Esca against "proper" Romans. He believes in Esca, trusts him without any reason other than Esca's words and their bond.
Also, he's a big lost puppy from time to time, lonely, broken and just asking to be hugged.
I think I really like Marcus even though I think he's a dick sometimes :)
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bb, THANKS SO MUCH FOR REPOSTING THIS HEN!
and oh this, I want to wrap you and Esca in a warm blanket and never let go!
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You're more than welcome, least I could do given my major fail and all your hard work putting this shizz together.
AW cutest, loveliest lass. I WANT TO BE WRAPPED IN A BLANKY BY YOU FOREVER *snuggles* I AM PROBABLY MORE SOOTHED BY THIS THOUGHT THAN I SHOULD BE...
WOULD I BE WITH ESCA? OR WOULD WE HAVE SEPERATE BLANKIES? I think Esca would get ornery at having to share also with me squeeing over him affectionately.
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"I have need."
Esca says close to Marcus' ear, easily bringing him onto him.
Marcus grips Esca by the hair at the back of his head so he can press his lips and stubble roughened skin to the hollows of his throat. It is an unusual touch. Direct, commanding, overpowering where Marcus was usually so careful and cautious.
Overwhelmed, Esca pants as Marcus licks and kisses him.
He fights to contain his shock but his breaths are faster, his heart fluttering. It is exquisite. These sensations tower over control, distract from the war in his head. He is intensely aroused but more importantly he can feel peace in his belly.
Then Marcus kisses up to his lips softly and strokes a hand over his hair and everything is loving and tender, and the same worry and conflicted morass of feelings wake in Esca again. All that want and guilt woven together.
He realises that when Marcus is slow and caring with him he gives him space to feel bad and angered. On the other hand when he is taken directly, dominantly and by surprise as when Marcus grabbed him and kissed his neck he reacts instinctually to the threat.
With fear, focus and defense there is no space inside his head to feel bad about what he longs for.
So he places a hand on Marcus' shoulder pushing him back from the soft kissing he does, not allowing him to come closer again or to continue without a small fight. Marcus perseveres grabbing the top of Esca's arms trying once more for contact.
Esca tries to seperate them again.
"Esca be still." Marcus growls at him.
It is instantly calming, gratifying, threatening.
Esca finds he can be still, but Marcus again moves on him predictably with soft lips and stroking hands. Esca looks at him his eyes full of distrust and rage, able to see every Roman who ever raped a British woman in the lust on Marcus' face, still in lust.
He wants to be fucked but first needs to be stolen from these thoughts.
Marcus is not sensitive but knows Esca's mood well enough from his face.
"You're angry with me. You don't want to fuck, you want to fight."
"Are fucking and fighting so separate in you? I do not think they are in me. No matter how you become my kin, you are also still my enemy. I feel strange to submit to you without fighting. I think you must take me. Make me still for you."
Urged on, Marcus grabs hard to Esca's jaw and kisses him and it is almost enough that instant loss of control and worry and responsibility but Esca feels the urge for more. He remembers throttling games he used to play as a child. The swooning sensation of pain and lightheadedness. That ultimate shock at the entire loss of control.
"Put your hands to my throat and hold me."
Marcus is unwilling and instead puts his strong hands on the tops of Esca's arms, his grip tighter and tighter as he gets the feel for it. Esca can see that Marcus too denies some of his own drive to dominate in all their tender fucking.
"My neck Marcus, grab it."
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"Marcus do as I say! I want it with force."
"I would hurt you."
"Then that is what I want of you." Esca thrills at this awareness and the dominance he can hear in his voice.
Marcus stills in shock.
"Esca?"
"I have need of it." Esca says pushing closer to him. Marcus closes his hands lightly round the column of his throat and asks unsure.
"This?"
Excited Esca nods, panting, and tilts his head up to him, mouth open. He feels glorious as Marcus, shamed and shuddering holds his grip and licks at his offered mouth. Reverting to type Marcus sinks his nose to Esca's cheek, rubbing slow and soft. Esca likes but in fury.
"Press harder with your hands. Control me."
"I should not."
"Do it!" Esca feels such anger with him, "What would our fathers say to see how easily we dishonor them by treating one another with kindness? Force me!"
Bullied Marcus throttles tighter. Esca is taken, weak, but above all free, feeling as if he has earned his surrender through the exhaustion of a battle, unquestioning about it.
Just about unable to get the breath to pant as he wants, the wrenching pressure of Marcus' large hands stinging his skin, all Esca thinks is what he begs for.
"Choke me."
Marcus does. Esca's body sings to be so reduced, entirely at the strength of another, all his own concerns and guilt for pleasure silenced, absent.
Marcus kisses whilst still holding his throat.
"This is still good?"
Esca rubs his aching cock, eyes closed in ecstasy.
"You can still breathe?"
Esca opens his eyes long enough to nod.
Marcus kisses his mouth and holds tighter. Redness flushes up Esca's milk white skin. It cuts his oxygen more. Less and less. Esca feels something inside him die. He is given over for all. The dizzy fug of suffocation in his head, multiplying the importance of each breath until each is beautiful and soothing, transfixing. There is no thought, just this sensation and that of his pulsing cock thickening, frictioned by his hand.
"Please. Please." Esca gasps, his eyes narrow with the effort.
Knowing what he asks for, Marcus loosens and pushes down at his shoulder.
"Lay for me."
Without the voice inside his head that tells him he should not for shame and dishonour, Esca obeys in joy. He spreads his thighs open at once, needing to be fucked. Marcus uncovers them both frantically, as if his own need is great and inflicted and Esca knows that this inches closer to what Marcus really wants too.
Placing his grip back to Esca's neck Marcus asks. "You want this more?"
Esca feels giddy that Marcus asks because he wants to do it.
He doesn't squeeze much but he does bring Esca down to meet his thrusts up, really using his body. Esca hates him, can feel anger rising inside of him and unlike before Marcus looks him square in the eyes as if he is the smallest most disgusting thing he's ever seen.
Marcus face is contorted as he focuses really pumping Esca full of his cock and he squeezes his throat until he cannot breathe at all.
Marcus' cruelty allows Esca.
He feels tension dissolving in his jaws to light, as the jets of anger sour in his veins, now appropriate, make him burn with lust and want rather than filling him with guilt.
Marcus is in control and knowing that he has taken Esca's breath fully, keeps the time he does it short. Esca arches up into his grip on his neck as it begins to loosen, then squeezes his cock roughly.
"Uh." Esca gasps, entirely scrabbling for breath and sanity as he comes hard in thick wet spurts over his hand.
Marcus nods, amazed, his eyes intent on Esca. In such love with him Esca nods back. Needing to be reassured Marcus gasps.
"Yes?"
Esca pants back "Yes." They are as one in their enjoyment of this hateful game. They are as one totally, still in the depths of their bond.
Reconnecting with what he does, thrusting hard, close Marcus breathes at him.
"You feel good Esca. Better."
Emptied and exhausted, pliable underneath him Esca nods. Marcus again squeezes him lightly, supporting him under his jaw, as his hips slide his cock, spilling seed, hard up inside his arse.
Still beneath Marcus' hands, under his control, no longer a separate creature with worries or woe Esca finally breathes a full, satisfying breath.
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Yes see I can only see them both as a little conflicted. I need to work on that so I can write fluff because yeah just read yours again and so lovely. I don't why they are never quite happy whenever I write them.
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Marcus kisses whilst still holding his throat.
This is even hotter on the second (or is it third?) read.
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Stupid sexy control issues.
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