A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 2/7yuki_konDecember 20 2011, 03:48:30 UTC
Marcus felt a sort of relief. He had worried at first that the Saturnalia would turn into an orgy as the ones he had heard stories about. But as it seemed, everyone was behaving more or less civilized, so Marcus let his guard down and joined the crowd, pouring himself a glass of wine. Esca sat right next to him and followed his example, then allowed himself to bring out a little toast to an enjoyable evening.
"Io Saturnalia." Marcus finished after him and the rest of the men and women sitting nearby joined in, raising their cups in faint ceremony.
The wine tasted good, Esca concluded as he took his first sip, and realized at the same time that it had been a while since he last drank something quite like it. Maybe some of the Roman traditions weren't so bad, even for a slave like him.
As the evening went on, both of the young men began to feel light-headed. Marcus was surprised at how much alcohol Esca was capable of drinking as it seemed to him that the Britain had downed double the amount he had. And Esca was in high spirits, too. He smiled and cheered and so Marcus didn't mind too much when Esca asked him to fetch some more wine. When Marcus got up to get another mug of the sweet red liquid, Esca's eyes traced the outline of his back beneath the synthesis he wore. Esca unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, then emptied the last drop in his cup in a single go, feeling he had to wet his suddenly very dry throat.
When Marcus returned with a full jug of wine, he didn't notice the change in Esca's look as his slave let himself be treated to another cup by the former soldier. Marcus just was glad that Esca was enjoying himself and he felt himself being infected by Esca's good moods.
It took some time before Marcus finally realized that the atmosphere had changed. He was about to get Esca the grapes he had wished for, when he glanced around the room a bit. The center of the atrium seemed the same as before, although the people sitting there had moved closer together, some of them almost cuddling, some even kissing their neighbors affectionately on hands and face. But in the darker corners there obviously were more intimate encounters taking place. Marcus was startled when he walked past a couple of at least three men making out in the dark, one even on his knees to please the other with his mouth. Witnessing such an obscenity, Marcus' stumbled to the side, almost tripping over his own feet. He felt his cheeks aflame, the flush creeping right up to his ears as he hurried back to the table where Esca was already waiting for him.
Esca saw Marcus' approach and noticed his reddened face immediately and he couldn't help but grin at Marcus' shy and quite naive personality. The larger man surely couldn't have been expecting everyone to hold back just for his sake. It was Saturnalia after all and Esca was more than positive that Marcus knew very well about his own Roman customs. He was probably only too innocent for his own good to actually be taken aback by the turn of events.
And true enough Marcus wasn't sure he liked where the evening was going. His eyes darted around the villa's interior nervously, averting his gaze as quickly as possible when he would spot another couple - men with women, men with men or even women with other women - in some gloomy spot of the room, where they thought they would be hidden from human eyes. And things were getting worse. Some of the festival's participants didn't even bother anymore to conceal their lovemaking from anyone who would - willingly or by accident, as in Marcus' case - lay their eyes upon them.
Marcus rose to his feet so fast, he almost knocked down Esca, who was about to lean forward to comment on the things that were commencing. Esca blinked in surprise as Marcus rushed past his seat, his destination likely being the garden at the rear of the villa. A strange thought took form in Esca's wine-heavy head. He excused his own self as well as Marcus, ignoring the grins and whistles that followed, and went after the young Roman. Sounds of pleasure and bittersweet anguish echoed through the hallway that lead to the backyard, but Esca didn't bother to make out from where and whom they did come from.
A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 3/7yuki_konDecember 20 2011, 03:50:52 UTC
As he stepped outside, he shivered as the freezing wind hit his warm skin. Marcus was standing at the balustrade that separated the veranda from the garden beneath. He had his arms drawn around his body and obviously wasn't very comfortable, standing here in the crisp winter night. Esca almost felt a little sorry for him. The other part of his mind on the other hand kind of was enjoying the sight in front of him in a twisted way.
"It's cold out here, isn't it? Why don't you come back inside with me?"
Marcus looked up at the question and, seeing Esca, shrugged in attempt to hide his discomfort.
"I needed some fresh air, that's all. I will join you again in a while."
But Esca had other plans.
"Why don't I join you here instead", he offered and made it clear by the tone of his voice that he would stay either way, no matter what Marcus wanted. Today he couldn't order him to leave him alone. Today Esca was set on acting like they really were equals in status and in responsibility.
Marcus looked at him with mild shock for a second, but deciding it would be rude of him to refuse tradition and thereby dishonor the gods, he quickly collected himself, his expression changing into the most neutral one he could manage at the time.
"Saturnalia is quite the celebration", Esca said beside him and his soggy mind wondered for a second, how and when Esca had managed to sneak up on him, without him being aware of it. Esca was standing close, their shoulders almost touching, and Marcus could have sworn he could feel the heat of Esca's body radiating right into his own. It was not unpleasant, considering the cold wind, that was only welcome to cool his cheeks as he felt them hot once again when Esca leaned in even closer, his hand brushing Marcus' arm unintentionally.
But as his mind processed Esca's words he felt he couldn't disagree with him. Besides the tendency of many citizens entertaining some strange practices, Saturnalia had not been bad so far. There was the grand ceremony from earlier that day, the great food, the excellent wine and definitely more pleasant talk than Marcus was used to, only meeting up with politicians and soldiers when he went to town, usually. Also, Esca's company had proven to be very delightful, his slave being quite entertaining in his reciting of Britain songs and poems or even the humorous stories he knew. For all that, Marcus thought it only fair to treat him like any other Roman civilian, to even regard him with friendly courtesy, himself being the one serving Esca food and wine on this special occasion to humor him.
"Marcus?" Esca had said his name several times now, but it occurred to him that the Roman was too deep in thought to notice it. And so Esca stopped calling and instead turned to watching the man's profile. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. If it weren't for his bad leg he would still have been the perfect Roman soldier with his lean muscular build and angular face that usually displayed a rather stern expression. But not right at this moment, when his eyes gazed at the clear sky and he seemed almost content and at peace with everything and everyone around him. Right now he looked very different. At least in Esca's own eyes.
Esca didn't even realize it when he stretched out his hand, he only felt it as he touched the warm skin of Marcus' face.
Marcus turned towards him, startled, but he didn't back away initially. His eyes were wide open and the obvious question lingered in the air as Esca just smiled before he drew even closer and placed his mouth on Marcus' lips.
Marcus stumbled backwards, but Esca followed suit, the short interruption in the contact redeemed by a wholehearted kiss of the Briton. It was all Marcus could do to endure while his mind raced at the many thoughts that crushed in on him like waves upon a cliff. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know why Esca was doing this and wondered if he had always been that strong to hold Marcus so tight. And Marcus didn't even realize it when his own eyes closed as he started to enjoy it.
Right at that moment Esca broke the kiss and let go of him, staring into his reopened eyes with a dark gaze, full of desire that made Marcus' blood boil and rush into his head and groin all at once.
A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 4/7yuki_konDecember 20 2011, 03:52:59 UTC
Esca's smile yet persisted and grew even wider as Marcus hastily glanced around, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Esca? What-?"Marcus stammered, not being sure where to look and certainly not wanting to be captivated by Esca's eyes yet again.
Esca knew in a small corner of his mind that this probably hadn't been such a good idea, and still wasn't. He knew it was mostly the wine, loosening his own morals and eradicating his hatred for all that Marcus embodied. He had spend half of the evening looking at him, wishing, not for the first time, that he wasn't his master, wishing he could talk to him care-free like today all the time and wishing he could somehow show his affection, even though he was torn between hating and loving - hating the Roman, loving just the man, unattached to Rome or any of its lackeys. But as the evening had passed, Esca had thrown all caution to the wind, talking to Marcus like they had been friends for a long time, laughing with him and even at him sometimes, afterwards patting him on the back to reassure him it was all just in good humor and sometimes just letting his hand rest there for a moment, hoping that Marcus wouldn't mind. And as he hadn't seemed to mind at all, Esca's conviction had grown, increased by the wine and the almost surreal atmosphere around them.
And now Marcus was standing in front of him, shying away from his gaze, but not being entirely put off by his kiss, as far as Esca could tell from his reddened face and his nervous fidgeting.
And because of that he was still smiling, a bit mockingly even, as he moved closer to Marcus once more.
"There's no-one else around, Marcus...", he reassured him, well knowing that this was probably not what the man worried about right now.
Marcus couldn't help a scowl. "That's not the problem." Indeed it wasn't - not when everyone else inside the villa didn't seem to mind kissing or even screwing around for everyone to see. The problem was that it was Esca who had kissed him. And then that also wasn't what was truly troubling him. He liked Esca and if he wouldn't have been a slave, he might have even allowed himself to return the kiss he had given him. But it was Saturnalia after all and even the most honorable Roman citizens lowered their morals down to where they could enjoy themselves, without feeling like they ought to be punished by the gods for their sinful behavior. Marcus' thoughts still spiraled through his head on their own accord when he felt Esca's hand on his waist, the contrast of the warmth of Esca's skin on the cold fabric of his tunic making him shiver.
Esca leaned in, his mouth almost touching Marcus' ear when he whispered. "Then everything is well, is it not, my dearest Marcus?"
And before Marcus could dwell on the thought what Esca had called him, Esca licked his earlobe, the sensation threatening to make Marcus' knees buckle.
Esca panted into Marcus' ear, reveling in the reaction he got from the man: a sharp intake of breath, a small shudder of his body, his fingers finding Esca's clothes, grasping the fabric and holding onto it like he would surely fall if he didn't.
All of that made Esca's heart almost sing in response. He couldn't hold back. Not when Marcus was showing him this sensitive side of him, he hadn't thought the Roman possessed.
His lips found Marcus' in another fiery kiss, this one even more passionate than the one before. And when Esca probed that delicious mouth with his tongue, he felt Marcus melt in his embrace like snow on a warm spring's day.
Marcus moaned into Esca's mouth. He hadn't been kissed like that in ages. His body was reacting on his own, his hands circling on Esca's back, his hips moving against its counterpart in slow friction. The voice of moral and reason inside of him was practically shut out, since all he was able to concentrate on was the moment right here and now. He was all feelings, stripped of every single logical sense he had believed he was usually capable of. But that didn't matter anymore. Not here with Esca holding him, Esca kissing him and Esca being practically the center of his small world.
A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 5/7yuki_konDecember 20 2011, 03:55:33 UTC
The night grew even darker and the wind still colder, but neither of the two seemed to mind.
Esca released Marcus' lips, their mingled saliva glistening on them in the bright moonlight. Marcus looked even more seductive with his dark shining eyes, the disheveled hair and ragged clothing. Esca couldn't take his eyes of him. Lust clouded his mind and he wanted to preserve the sight in front of him forever, the memory of Marcus' flushed face an expression which stirred his own desires, even more so at the thought that he might be able to make Marcus feel even more than the longing he saw in his master's eyes.
And maybe it was because of that thought, maybe it was because it was Saturnalia, maybe it was because of the wine which he certainly had too much of this evening, but Esca felt like whatever he would say or do next, Marcus would not object to it.
Esca's hand was still resting on Marcus' waist, but he pulled it back now, only to put it onto Marcus' broad shoulder.
"Get on your knees."
Marcus stared at him. The words echoed in his mind, but he didn't understand. It was an order. An order from master to slave, usually, but this time the roles were reversed. It was an order by his own slave. Marcus didn't know if he was bound to obey, but it took him long enough to weigh the idea in his mind for Esca to grow impatient.
"Down. Now." Esca gave a small but firm push to Marcus' shoulder to mark his resolve.
And Marcus just couldn't deny him that. Until now everything had been nothing but teasing, trying to shove a master's attitude right into his face, so that he knew what it was like. But this was no longer a lighthearted joke, not meant to entertain a master even as it taunted him. This was different. A real change in leadership. It was Marcus' place now to abide. And even though he knew that he, unlike Esca or any other slave, had a real choice, he felt obedience becoming a part of him at the relentless expression on Esca's face. It was not so much anger than it was determination, mixed with hot burning desire shimmering in his eyes, and Marcus couldn't do anything else than to succumb to it.
He fell to his knees before he even realized he was moving.
And just seeing Esca's approving look made it worth it, as he watched him from down there, waiting for the next command.
He didn't have to wait for long. Esca couldn't believe what was happening as much as Marcus couldn't either. But having his master kneel there, right in front of him, made his head dizzy, although not due to the wine.
"Suck my cock." His own voice sounded raspy to him as he spoke out the words that reflected his deepest desire.
He could see Marcus swallow hard, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he did, and Esca flicked out his tongue to wet his suddenly too dry lips as he imagined Marcus' throat closing around his shaft in the same manner.
Marcus really couldn't think anymore, and as if he would have needed any more convincing than Esca's lust-stricken face and his unusual deep voice, Esca urged him on.
"Do it, 'slave'."
And Marcus knew it was only pretense, but even so he couldn't help the strangled sound that escaped his mouth at the words.
The only thing he wondered about, as he pushed Esca's clothes up to crawl underneath, was, if he could have demanded the same from Esca before. But that last thought vanished in an instant when his hands finally touched Esca's bare thighs and his nostrils were filled with the prominent smell of Esca's masculinity.
Esca hissed as he felt Marcus' hot breath on his cock, unintentionally teasing the Briton, making him burn even more, inside and outside. And when he felt Marcus' lips just planting so much as a small kiss to the tip of his shaft, he didn't think he would be able to remain on his feet much longer.
A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 6/7yuki_konDecember 20 2011, 03:56:32 UTC
As much as Marcus was craving this new experience, it was not like him to give over power entirely and he liked the new kind of control he wouldn't have thought one could possess in such a position. His lips moved over Esca's cock experimentally, testing the reactions it elicited from the younger man. It satisfied him to know he could please Esca in this manner and he was determined to drive him to the brink of ecstasy over and over, until he would have sated his yearning for the marvelous sounds Esca was vocalizing.
Marcus braced himself on Esca's thighs as he leaned sidewards to slide his tongue down the whole length of Esca's sex, tasting the unique essence of it and not finding it unpleasant as it mingled with the wine he had consumed earlier this night.
Esca gasped in surprise and he realized the tremors shaking him, even as Marcus' mouth was long since gone, the absence creating a thrilling contrast of warmth and cold as he was exposed to the freezing air.
But then Marcus' mouth was back again, this time taking him deep inside the hot, wet cavern, the tip of his shaft gliding in first, inch after inch being buried in the press of Marcus' lips and the slip of his tongue underneath.
It was all Esca could do to not cry out in pure bliss. His mouth fell open, but before he could let out the moan that threatened to break free, he stuffed his own hand between his teeth, biting his knuckles to stifle the sound. His breathing was unsteady, reduced to shaking intakes and exhales of air, as Marcus continued his ministrations. It was sloppy and awkward, but it still felt like heaven on earth.
Marcus moaned around the solid presence of hot flesh in his mouth as he sucked it inside, trying to take in all of it, even though not quite succeeding, being unfamiliar with this kind of performance. But still, hearing Esca moan with pleasure and feeling him tense through to his actions, before he gave in again, bucking his hips, almost choking Marcus who didn't really mind, Marcus was swept away by the lust this brought him. He felt his own arousal and he realized he had been hard, since Esca had first kissed him. Watching the other citizens and slaves engaging in a massive orgy hadn't affected him as much, but Esca's kiss had affected him in more ways then he liked. And it probably was for that kiss that he didn't feel as dirty and ashamed of what he was doing as he thought he should have been.
Esca's hand moved from his side to the front of his dress, searching for Marcus' head underneath the layers of fabric. He wanted to put his hands into the man's hair, stroking it approvingly, reassuring him, encouraging him, but all he could do was to let his hand rest there, on top of his clothes, wishing Marcus would never stop.
And Marcus didn't. He continued with his sucking and kissing, even as his own hand found his neglected arousal, a sound close to a whimper rolling from his wet lips while he started stroking himself.
Esca knew he was close, thanks to Marcus' unrelenting efforts and through to the noises he made while tending to Esca's desire. His breath caught in his lungs as he felt Marcus' teeth grating ever so lightly over the sensitive skin of his shaft, releasing it into a groan when the Roman flicked his tongue over the formerly teased flesh.
"Marcus, Marcus", he chanted. And when Marcus moaned in response he was done for. Esca weakly tried to push Marcus away, but the grip on his hips was firm and persistent. He gave a last involuntary thrust forward and then his vision blurred into nothing as his hot seeds erupted into Marcus' blessed mouth.
Marcus swallowed in surprise, but didn't release his hold of Esca's body, not minding the taste, but rather finding it kind of intoxicating. He drew back after the initial hot spurts, gasping for air and feeling the remaining streams of Esca's essence hit his cheek and neck, barely caring about the mess it made on his own clothes, his attention soon being focused on his own arousal still very prominent and almost painful between his legs. He closed his eyes and touched it, stroked it, once, twice, until he already felt his own orgasm closing in, spending his seed on the ground beneath, panting heavily from the exhaustion.
A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 7/7yuki_konDecember 20 2011, 03:57:48 UTC
It was Esca who first recovered from the act, pulling his tunic back over Marcus' head and, noticing the evidence of their activity, cleaning him up with his own clothes, after kneeling down beside him.
Marcus' thankful look was the sweetest thing he had ever seen and it surprised him how fiercely it struck his heart. He leaned forward and placed a kiss to Marcus' forehead, nesting his nose inside the dark hair above.
"Thank you", he murmured and he understood, that even though Marcus wouldn't know, in that moment he didn't refer so much to the desire they had shared and sated, but to everything else Marcus had given him in doing so.
But Marcus did understand much more than Esca could have fathomed. Only that he would keep it in his own heart, until someday there would be no boundaries that he wouldn't dare to overcome while they were still master and slave. And maybe, he thought, that at least it could be different at the time of Saturnalia, because it was a time of no limits, of no obligations, but of miracles and wonders.
Thank you :) Yeah, I just can't write sex without adding a romantic touch to it, so I'm glad you liked that. And Marcus had to enjoy himself, too, of course. I think he would sometimes like pleasing Esca, even if it meant throwing his pride into the dust. I'd like to think of that being antother form of 'pride'... if you catch my drift.
Thank you so much! :) I'm positive I totally messed up the Saturnalia tradition (I did some research, but not excessively), but I'm glad the rest was enjoyable for you. It has actually been a long time since I wrote a full story, so your comment is worth twice the praise to me :)
Re: A Change In Leadership (Marcus/Esca, NC-17) - 7/7laughtillwecryDecember 20 2011, 15:14:26 UTC
YAY! Not one but two excellent fills. I am very a lucky OP. Thank you for this it was Absolutely delicious! I loved Esca dominating Marcus and how gracefully Marcus submitted, beautiful. Thank You!
No, thank YOU for that prompt! :) I would've never come up with the idea if it weren't for you, it made my fingers twitch to write something, the moment I read it. And thanks to you I got up my lazy bum and actually finished a story once in a lifetime! But of course it's even more worth it when the OP likes the fill :D Even more so when I really wasn't sure about posting this at first. Your praise makes me really really happy!! <3
:D Thank you! It's the first time I wrote a dubcon/subdom kind of fic, so I'm really relieved to hear that you liked it. And yes, Marcus loves it, 'cause he would do anything for Esca and he loves everything Esca does to him! :D (at least that's how I picture him, mostly)
"Io Saturnalia." Marcus finished after him and the rest of the men and women sitting nearby joined in, raising their cups in faint ceremony.
The wine tasted good, Esca concluded as he took his first sip, and realized at the same time that it had been a while since he last drank something quite like it. Maybe some of the Roman traditions weren't so bad, even for a slave like him.
As the evening went on, both of the young men began to feel light-headed. Marcus was surprised at how much alcohol Esca was capable of drinking as it seemed to him that the Britain had downed double the amount he had. And Esca was in high spirits, too. He smiled and cheered and so Marcus didn't mind too much when Esca asked him to fetch some more wine.
When Marcus got up to get another mug of the sweet red liquid, Esca's eyes traced the outline of his back beneath the synthesis he wore. Esca unconsciously licked his lips at the sight, then emptied the last drop in his cup in a single go, feeling he had to wet his suddenly very dry throat.
When Marcus returned with a full jug of wine, he didn't notice the change in Esca's look as his slave let himself be treated to another cup by the former soldier. Marcus just was glad that Esca was enjoying himself and he felt himself being infected by Esca's good moods.
It took some time before Marcus finally realized that the atmosphere had changed. He was about to get Esca the grapes he had wished for, when he glanced around the room a bit. The center of the atrium seemed the same as before, although the people sitting there had moved closer together, some of them almost cuddling, some even kissing their neighbors affectionately on hands and face. But in the darker corners there obviously were more intimate encounters taking place. Marcus was startled when he walked past a couple of at least three men making out in the dark, one even on his knees to please the other with his mouth. Witnessing such an obscenity, Marcus' stumbled to the side, almost tripping over his own feet. He felt his cheeks aflame, the flush creeping right up to his ears as he hurried back to the table where Esca was already waiting for him.
Esca saw Marcus' approach and noticed his reddened face immediately and he couldn't help but grin at Marcus' shy and quite naive personality. The larger man surely couldn't have been expecting everyone to hold back just for his sake. It was Saturnalia after all and Esca was more than positive that Marcus knew very well about his own Roman customs. He was probably only too innocent for his own good to actually be taken aback by the turn of events.
And true enough Marcus wasn't sure he liked where the evening was going. His eyes darted around the villa's interior nervously, averting his gaze as quickly as possible when he would spot another couple - men with women, men with men or even women with other women - in some gloomy spot of the room, where they thought they would be hidden from human eyes. And things were getting worse. Some of the festival's participants didn't even bother anymore to conceal their lovemaking from anyone who would - willingly or by accident, as in Marcus' case - lay their eyes upon them.
Marcus rose to his feet so fast, he almost knocked down Esca, who was about to lean forward to comment on the things that were commencing. Esca blinked in surprise as Marcus rushed past his seat, his destination likely being the garden at the rear of the villa.
A strange thought took form in Esca's wine-heavy head. He excused his own self as well as Marcus, ignoring the grins and whistles that followed, and went after the young Roman.
Sounds of pleasure and bittersweet anguish echoed through the hallway that lead to the backyard, but Esca didn't bother to make out from where and whom they did come from.
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Marcus was standing at the balustrade that separated the veranda from the garden beneath. He had his arms drawn around his body and obviously wasn't very comfortable, standing here in the crisp winter night.
Esca almost felt a little sorry for him. The other part of his mind on the other hand kind of was enjoying the sight in front of him in a twisted way.
"It's cold out here, isn't it? Why don't you come back inside with me?"
Marcus looked up at the question and, seeing Esca, shrugged in attempt to hide his discomfort.
"I needed some fresh air, that's all. I will join you again in a while."
But Esca had other plans.
"Why don't I join you here instead", he offered and made it clear by the tone of his voice that he would stay either way, no matter what Marcus wanted. Today he couldn't order him to leave him alone. Today Esca was set on acting like they really were equals in status and in responsibility.
Marcus looked at him with mild shock for a second, but deciding it would be rude of him to refuse tradition and thereby dishonor the gods, he quickly collected himself, his expression changing into the most neutral one he could manage at the time.
"Saturnalia is quite the celebration", Esca said beside him and his soggy mind wondered for a second, how and when Esca had managed to sneak up on him, without him being aware of it. Esca was standing close, their shoulders almost touching, and Marcus could have sworn he could feel the heat of Esca's body radiating right into his own. It was not unpleasant, considering the cold wind, that was only welcome to cool his cheeks as he felt them hot once again when Esca leaned in even closer, his hand brushing Marcus' arm unintentionally.
But as his mind processed Esca's words he felt he couldn't disagree with him. Besides the tendency of many citizens entertaining some strange practices, Saturnalia had not been bad so far. There was the grand ceremony from earlier that day, the great food, the excellent wine and definitely more pleasant talk than Marcus was used to, only meeting up with politicians and soldiers when he went to town, usually. Also, Esca's company had proven to be very delightful, his slave being quite entertaining in his reciting of Britain songs and poems or even the humorous stories he knew. For all that, Marcus thought it only fair to treat him like any other Roman civilian, to even regard him with friendly courtesy, himself being the one serving Esca food and wine on this special occasion to humor him.
"Marcus?"
Esca had said his name several times now, but it occurred to him that the Roman was too deep in thought to notice it. And so Esca stopped calling and instead turned to watching the man's profile. He was handsome, there was no doubt about that. If it weren't for his bad leg he would still have been the perfect Roman soldier with his lean muscular build and angular face that usually displayed a rather stern expression. But not right at this moment, when his eyes gazed at the clear sky and he seemed almost content and at peace with everything and everyone around him. Right now he looked very different. At least in Esca's own eyes.
Esca didn't even realize it when he stretched out his hand, he only felt it as he touched the warm skin of Marcus' face.
Marcus turned towards him, startled, but he didn't back away initially. His eyes were wide open and the obvious question lingered in the air as Esca just smiled before he drew even closer and placed his mouth on Marcus' lips.
Marcus stumbled backwards, but Esca followed suit, the short interruption in the contact redeemed by a wholehearted kiss of the Briton. It was all Marcus could do to endure while his mind raced at the many thoughts that crushed in on him like waves upon a cliff. He didn't know what to think. He didn't know why Esca was doing this and wondered if he had always been that strong to hold Marcus so tight. And Marcus didn't even realize it when his own eyes closed as he started to enjoy it.
Right at that moment Esca broke the kiss and let go of him, staring into his reopened eyes with a dark gaze, full of desire that made Marcus' blood boil and rush into his head and groin all at once.
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"Esca? What-?"Marcus stammered, not being sure where to look and certainly not wanting to be captivated by Esca's eyes yet again.
Esca knew in a small corner of his mind that this probably hadn't been such a good idea, and still wasn't. He knew it was mostly the wine, loosening his own morals and eradicating his hatred for all that Marcus embodied. He had spend half of the evening looking at him, wishing, not for the first time, that he wasn't his master, wishing he could talk to him care-free like today all the time and wishing he could somehow show his affection, even though he was torn between hating and loving - hating the Roman, loving just the man, unattached to Rome or any of its lackeys.
But as the evening had passed, Esca had thrown all caution to the wind, talking to Marcus like they had been friends for a long time, laughing with him and even at him sometimes, afterwards patting him on the back to reassure him it was all just in good humor and sometimes just letting his hand rest there for a moment, hoping that Marcus wouldn't mind. And as he hadn't seemed to mind at all, Esca's conviction had grown, increased by the wine and the almost surreal atmosphere around them.
And now Marcus was standing in front of him, shying away from his gaze, but not being entirely put off by his kiss, as far as Esca could tell from his reddened face and his nervous fidgeting.
And because of that he was still smiling, a bit mockingly even, as he moved closer to Marcus once more.
"There's no-one else around, Marcus...", he reassured him, well knowing that this was probably not what the man worried about right now.
Marcus couldn't help a scowl.
"That's not the problem."
Indeed it wasn't - not when everyone else inside the villa didn't seem to mind kissing or even screwing around for everyone to see. The problem was that it was Esca who had kissed him. And then that also wasn't what was truly troubling him. He liked Esca and if he wouldn't have been a slave, he might have even allowed himself to return the kiss he had given him. But it was Saturnalia after all and even the most honorable Roman citizens lowered their morals down to where they could enjoy themselves, without feeling like they ought to be punished by the gods for their sinful behavior.
Marcus' thoughts still spiraled through his head on their own accord when he felt Esca's hand on his waist, the contrast of the warmth of Esca's skin on the cold fabric of his tunic making him shiver.
Esca leaned in, his mouth almost touching Marcus' ear when he whispered.
"Then everything is well, is it not, my dearest Marcus?"
And before Marcus could dwell on the thought what Esca had called him, Esca licked his earlobe, the sensation threatening to make Marcus' knees buckle.
Esca panted into Marcus' ear, reveling in the reaction he got from the man: a sharp intake of breath, a small shudder of his body, his fingers finding Esca's clothes, grasping the fabric and holding onto it like he would surely fall if he didn't.
All of that made Esca's heart almost sing in response. He couldn't hold back. Not when Marcus was showing him this sensitive side of him, he hadn't thought the Roman possessed.
His lips found Marcus' in another fiery kiss, this one even more passionate than the one before. And when Esca probed that delicious mouth with his tongue, he felt Marcus melt in his embrace like snow on a warm spring's day.
Marcus moaned into Esca's mouth. He hadn't been kissed like that in ages. His body was reacting on his own, his hands circling on Esca's back, his hips moving against its counterpart in slow friction.
The voice of moral and reason inside of him was practically shut out, since all he was able to concentrate on was the moment right here and now. He was all feelings, stripped of every single logical sense he had believed he was usually capable of. But that didn't matter anymore. Not here with Esca holding him, Esca kissing him and Esca being practically the center of his small world.
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Esca released Marcus' lips, their mingled saliva glistening on them in the bright moonlight.
Marcus looked even more seductive with his dark shining eyes, the disheveled hair and ragged clothing. Esca couldn't take his eyes of him. Lust clouded his mind and he wanted to preserve the sight in front of him forever, the memory of Marcus' flushed face an expression which stirred his own desires, even more so at the thought that he might be able to make Marcus feel even more than the longing he saw in his master's eyes.
And maybe it was because of that thought, maybe it was because it was Saturnalia, maybe it was because of the wine which he certainly had too much of this evening, but Esca felt like whatever he would say or do next, Marcus would not object to it.
Esca's hand was still resting on Marcus' waist, but he pulled it back now, only to put it onto Marcus' broad shoulder.
"Get on your knees."
Marcus stared at him. The words echoed in his mind, but he didn't understand. It was an order. An order from master to slave, usually, but this time the roles were reversed. It was an order by his own slave. Marcus didn't know if he was bound to obey, but it took him long enough to weigh the idea in his mind for Esca to grow impatient.
"Down. Now."
Esca gave a small but firm push to Marcus' shoulder to mark his resolve.
And Marcus just couldn't deny him that. Until now everything had been nothing but teasing, trying to shove a master's attitude right into his face, so that he knew what it was like. But this was no longer a lighthearted joke, not meant to entertain a master even as it taunted him. This was different. A real change in leadership. It was Marcus' place now to abide. And even though he knew that he, unlike Esca or any other slave, had a real choice, he felt obedience becoming a part of him at the relentless expression on Esca's face. It was not so much anger than it was determination, mixed with hot burning desire shimmering in his eyes, and Marcus couldn't do anything else than to succumb to it.
He fell to his knees before he even realized he was moving.
And just seeing Esca's approving look made it worth it, as he watched him from down there, waiting for the next command.
He didn't have to wait for long.
Esca couldn't believe what was happening as much as Marcus couldn't either. But having his master kneel there, right in front of him, made his head dizzy, although not due to the wine.
"Suck my cock."
His own voice sounded raspy to him as he spoke out the words that reflected his deepest desire.
He could see Marcus swallow hard, his Adam's apple moving up and down as he did, and Esca flicked out his tongue to wet his suddenly too dry lips as he imagined Marcus' throat closing around his shaft in the same manner.
Marcus really couldn't think anymore, and as if he would have needed any more convincing than Esca's lust-stricken face and his unusual deep voice, Esca urged him on.
"Do it, 'slave'."
And Marcus knew it was only pretense, but even so he couldn't help the strangled sound that escaped his mouth at the words.
The only thing he wondered about, as he pushed Esca's clothes up to crawl underneath, was, if he could have demanded the same from Esca before. But that last thought vanished in an instant when his hands finally touched Esca's bare thighs and his nostrils were filled with the prominent smell of Esca's masculinity.
Esca hissed as he felt Marcus' hot breath on his cock, unintentionally teasing the Briton, making him burn even more, inside and outside. And when he felt Marcus' lips just planting so much as a small kiss to the tip of his shaft, he didn't think he would be able to remain on his feet much longer.
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Marcus braced himself on Esca's thighs as he leaned sidewards to slide his tongue down the whole length of Esca's sex, tasting the unique essence of it and not finding it unpleasant as it mingled with the wine he had consumed earlier this night.
Esca gasped in surprise and he realized the tremors shaking him, even as Marcus' mouth was long since gone, the absence creating a thrilling contrast of warmth and cold as he was exposed to the freezing air.
But then Marcus' mouth was back again, this time taking him deep inside the hot, wet cavern, the tip of his shaft gliding in first, inch after inch being buried in the press of Marcus' lips and the slip of his tongue underneath.
It was all Esca could do to not cry out in pure bliss. His mouth fell open, but before he could let out the moan that threatened to break free, he stuffed his own hand between his teeth, biting his knuckles to stifle the sound. His breathing was unsteady, reduced to shaking intakes and exhales of air, as Marcus continued his ministrations. It was sloppy and awkward, but it still felt like heaven on earth.
Marcus moaned around the solid presence of hot flesh in his mouth as he sucked it inside, trying to take in all of it, even though not quite succeeding, being unfamiliar with this kind of performance. But still, hearing Esca moan with pleasure and feeling him tense through to his actions, before he gave in again, bucking his hips, almost choking Marcus who didn't really mind, Marcus was swept away by the lust this brought him.
He felt his own arousal and he realized he had been hard, since Esca had first kissed him. Watching the other citizens and slaves engaging in a massive orgy hadn't affected him as much, but Esca's kiss had affected him in more ways then he liked. And it probably was for that kiss that he didn't feel as dirty and ashamed of what he was doing as he thought he should have been.
Esca's hand moved from his side to the front of his dress, searching for Marcus' head underneath the layers of fabric. He wanted to put his hands into the man's hair, stroking it approvingly, reassuring him, encouraging him, but all he could do was to let his hand rest there, on top of his clothes, wishing Marcus would never stop.
And Marcus didn't. He continued with his sucking and kissing, even as his own hand found his neglected arousal, a sound close to a whimper rolling from his wet lips while he started stroking himself.
Esca knew he was close, thanks to Marcus' unrelenting efforts and through to the noises he made while tending to Esca's desire. His breath caught in his lungs as he felt Marcus' teeth grating ever so lightly over the sensitive skin of his shaft, releasing it into a groan when the Roman flicked his tongue over the formerly teased flesh.
"Marcus, Marcus", he chanted. And when Marcus moaned in response he was done for. Esca weakly tried to push Marcus away, but the grip on his hips was firm and persistent. He gave a last involuntary thrust forward and then his vision blurred into nothing as his hot seeds erupted into Marcus' blessed mouth.
Marcus swallowed in surprise, but didn't release his hold of Esca's body, not minding the taste, but rather finding it kind of intoxicating. He drew back after the initial hot spurts, gasping for air and feeling the remaining streams of Esca's essence hit his cheek and neck, barely caring about the mess it made on his own clothes, his attention soon being focused on his own arousal still very prominent and almost painful between his legs. He closed his eyes and touched it, stroked it, once, twice, until he already felt his own orgasm closing in, spending his seed on the ground beneath, panting heavily from the exhaustion.
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Marcus' thankful look was the sweetest thing he had ever seen and it surprised him how fiercely it struck his heart. He leaned forward and placed a kiss to Marcus' forehead, nesting his nose inside the dark hair above.
"Thank you", he murmured and he understood, that even though Marcus wouldn't know, in that moment he didn't refer so much to the desire they had shared and sated, but to everything else Marcus had given him in doing so.
But Marcus did understand much more than Esca could have fathomed. Only that he would keep it in his own heart, until someday there would be no boundaries that he wouldn't dare to overcome while they were still master and slave. And maybe, he thought, that at least it could be different at the time of Saturnalia, because it was a time of no limits, of no obligations, but of miracles and wonders.
~Fin
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(and hello thar. new talented author)
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