Prompt Post 2
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- MORE MOD NOTES: Alright guys I know this fandom is really into historical accuracy and all that jazz but here's the thing. This is a KINK MEME and therefore historical accuracy is not ( Read more... )
Marcus feels a pang of sorrow for his shame.
The other isn't alarmed - then it is obvious to Marcus that he would have no shame, if he did have any he would kill himself for what he had just made Esca do.
"Who's this Esca?" He asks, imperious and straight backed, as if trying to stand up to Marcus, intimidated by his size.
Marcus takes control.
"Sir I am a friend of this family."
"Esca tells me he has no friends."
"I am in truth more of a friend to the lady of the house than Esca himself. I understand there is an issue of money?"
The other agrees and gives Marcus the sum owed. It is a truly shocking amount, more than Marcus himself would earn in a few years at his well paid position, scarcely believable.
"That is a colossal amount in the circumstance."
"The sum has only grown so large because they make no attempt to pay it."
Marcus wants to smash the man's face in, but bears the conversation with the utmost of cool, aware that he will not stop hitting him if he begins. He also does not want to embarass Esca.
Esca protests to the other man that he has indeed paid some and Marcus feels a rheumy burning in his veins, for the sum Esca gives is the exact amount he paid to fuck him the night before. Marcus feels at once somehow connected, responsible, and deciding that he will not see this go on, snaps impatient.
"Take this."
As he empties the coins he has left in his purse into the man's hand.
The other is delighted but begins an unctuous display of not being so.
"Thank you sir. I mean even with all Esca has given this hardly settles the account, but I suppose it is fine for an installment."
"Whatever it will take to get you to leave here." Marcus says.
The tall man laughs at his sneer and turns on his heel to leave.
"Goodbye. Esca."
He ducks out behind the curtain and Esca at once looks to the floor.
"Esca?" Marcus says.
Esca looks to him, his face grave and tight and asks, as if terrified of the answer.
"Did you see?"
"I saw." Marcus says sadly.
Esca smiles, then laughs a little. It is so genuinely full of merriment and entirely misplaced for the circumstance that Marcus is afraid, then it just disappears, and Esca looks entirely broken, head down again, beyond sorrow.
"Esca I think we need to talk on this."
"Can we sit outside to do it?"
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They walk out in tense silence and Marcus cannot think on what he is to say to the boy that will be sense. All he wants is to protect him, to take him away if he has to. They settle themselves under a tree and Marcus looks to his feet for seconds trying to form language.
Esca stares at him, eyes too alert and it's clear that he is searching his face for traces of disgust. Marcus has none, it isn't as though he could judge Esca for being a whore having used him himself. It's also not as though his circumstance changes the fact that Esca is truly the loveliest boy he has ever fucked with.
Esca finds words first.
"You've not rescued me you know, you've simply delayed it. He'll be back, or his father. The father is worse. The son, he likes me. The father preys either on Dacia or her mother."
"Who is he?"
"A supposed friend of the husband, Dacia's father. He rented the land to him and the husband borrowed money back from him for gambling. Got in a bad way with them before he died and even though the old man has been in the ground for 5 years the landlord, that boy's father, still expects payment from Dacia and her mother. We live as best we can."
"This is not proper Esca. I would like to help you further."
"Do you have endless self replenishing supply of coin, because he will bleed you dry. It's hopeless, I mean it really is."
Esca closes his eyes for longer than a blink and sinks his head. Marcus stares at him praying, he looks so beautifully faithful.
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"I don't pray. I do that for my beloved Lucia when I miss her wise counsel. She is dead. She was Dacia's sister. Did their mother tell you of her?"
"She did. She was your wife?"
"No. I loved her, expecting such conjunction but we were not wed. I tried to do right by her in death by sticking here, staying with her mother and sister. Slowly I saw that I could not do right. Her mother is more interested in whoring Dacia off to anyone who stops by, to make intelligent decisions. In shame for all she has already submitted to she will not seek wise help or contact the law over these people, but this of course leads to more suffering. It's rot. She makes no decisions maliciously but they are rotten nonetheless."
"Esca. I wish to help you." Marcus says. He has never meant anything more in his life, in fact this want tugs so deeply on his heart that he feels his whole life a leading to this moment. Used to being able to impress others with his sincerity and honour he is shocked a little to see that disagreement flits across Esca's face.
"You cannot, and if you did help me I would become a slave to you as opposed to him. The move is across, not above."
"Do you suggest I bear resemblance to him? Did you not tell me you enjoyed to fuck with me? Surely you cannot say likewise of him."
Esca flinches at the question, then says his eyes sad but direct on Marcus.
"I enjoy fucking with him as I enjoy being alive because it is punishing and I feel like I deserve that." Esca's eyes are so full with torment that Marcus feels ill, instantly there with him.
"Punishment? What for? You seem to have acted with the utmost of honour."
Esca looks to him with such fiercesome disdain, as if he cannot understand his words.
"My one truest love lies rotting in the ground because I was not man enough to earn a living for her to keep her health. Her sister fucks with men she does not love every week because I am still not man enough. What does he do to me that's worse than living with that? What can anyone do to me that does not distract me, that will not release me in some way?"
"You have no need to live that way." Marcus says and he means it.
Esca shakes his head, his expression a mixture of amusement and sorrow.
"You believe you are in control of things. Mlitary man by any chance?"
Marcus makes a noise of shock at his correct guess. "Yes."
"Ah. My father was one. I never met him, but from the tales I've heard of him he had the same optimism. Well now he is dead, and life is not that way for us all. We are not all you."
"True enough but there is hope within any circumstance." Marcus is zealous, he cannot stand the boy's lack of spirit.
Esca sighs loudly and says.
"I cannot bear to talk upon this anymore. Let's talk about something else."
Marcus feels torn between refusing to let Esca change the subject and delighted at the thought that Esca almost smiles at the thought of doing so. In the end he lets him pull away from his honesty aware that it must be painful.
"We can talk of anything you desire."
"Are you married?"
Marcus shakes his head firmly.
"Not? But how have you managed that? You are handsome and you listen well."
"I have no interest in marriage. I have no interest in women."
"Really?" Esca asks as if wondering if that comment means what he thinks it does. "Well you don't really need to be interested in them in order to be married."
"I don't like the lies. I don't see the reason for them."
Esca smiles at his forthrightness and Marcus smiles back and it is the first undenied smile between them.
"Your mood has changed."
"I am impressed." It seems curiously like the beginning of seduction, Marcus has consorted with enough workers to know the signs and sure enough Esca continues on the same flirtatiously complimentary route.
"You are so nice, so handsome and noble and strong." Esca says and reaches his hand to stroke his face up and down so soft. Marcus is shocked at the touch but so instantly soothed and gratified by it that it takes a long moment before he asks.
"What are you doing?"
"Distracting myself. Plus you paid for me again. I owe you satisfaction."
Marcus feels he should honourably refuse but Esca's drive to action affects him.
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Esca kisses slow and soft into Marcus' jaw, spinning gooseflesh out over his whole body, erecting his nipples. Marcus reaches out to him grips the rigid shape of his hips beneath the flow of his tunic and pulls him onto his lap to take his own share of kissing.
Esca shifts, pulling in, up against him, pressing his mouth firm against Marcus' who seizes his head with one hand to sink his tongue into him. Then strokes the other hand up his tunic over his thighs between his legs. Marcus makes contact with Esca's rigid length, feeling it, pushing it down against his thigh. Then he tugs on it insistently, fast but with a minimum of tension in his hand.
Rocking his hips to drive his arse shallowly knocking back against Marcus' groin Esca sighs.
"Please do not use me too softly."
Marcus kisses and strokes, then puts his other hand up over Esca's balls stroking them too, rejoicing at how he wriggled ontop of his lap.
Esca begged.
"Bend me and fuck please."
Marcus swallowed his tongue to distract him from his questions, his thinking, to make him obey the call to ecstasy sent out by his arching body and panting breath.
"Let me make you happy."
Esca snarls viciously at him.
"Are you important? are you good at your job? Do you enjoy wallowing? Fuck me, please!"
Marcus feels sorrow.
"I will find a way from your situation. I will help you, I will, I have to."
"I am not worth your help. Just fuck me, hurt me."
"Esca relax to me."
His disagreement looks intense. Marcus feels a desperate pang of sorrow with himself that he cannot lighten his existence for even two seconds, then remembers that he had the night previous even if indirectly.
"Close your eyes and think on what you were thinking the other night, that which soothed you."
Esca is surprised that Marcus noticed what he did, and more by the command to do it again, but seems willing.
"Aah."
"Are you away?"
"Yes."
Esca's eyes close and his tense muscles relax at once. He smiles after a while and his hips move grinding into Marcus' touch forcing it to his rhythm. Marcus kisses the hard ridge of his jaw as he continues to stroke him off, and esca sinks his hand on top of his stroking guiding it slower in rhythm, drawing grunts and smiles from himself.
To be used so expertly makes Marcus thrill just as it had when Esca was fucking against him in the bed, and it is a surprise in all his years of fucking to uncover that he has such a desperately erotic need for this sense of use. Never before as an adult has he so willingly catered to another persons needs especially a boy. Of course there was the fact that previous all the whores and youths he'd had were those common to his legion holding him back then. He always feared they would talk if he did not take them in a proper manly manner with little care for their sensations or pleasure.
Now Marcus erects to watch esca writhing beautifully in ecstasy, his skin suffused with a hot pink sheen, fingertips lighter now on his hands, trusting him with the well stroke of his prick.
He begins to gasp and comes.
*
"What is your name soldier? I don't believe I know it?"
Marcus hears the fact that Esca wouldn't once have cared to know it with great clarity and joy.
"Marcus."
"Marcus thank you for listening to me. I don't know why I told you all of that. I don't suppose there's any reason not to anymore. You can't make things worse than they already are."
He looks lost and weary. Marcus heart surges to him.
"Are you tired?"
Esca nods.
"Then rest, come lay your head in my lap." Marcus strokes his head as Esca tentatively tests the space on his braccae as a landing for his face, then lays and turning to look up at Marcus says.
"If you're kind, if you really want to help me, you'll throttle me in my sleep."
His voice is fierce, but Marcus' is equal to it.
"He will not harm you again. Nothing will."
Esca's face crumples as if he is about to dissolve into tears, but he fights it back and instead says his face sad.
"Don't promise me that, you can't make that true."
"He is only a man Esca, a man like other men are, but so are you. He has made you forget that and he reckoned without me reminding you."
"Sleep now." Marcus says formulating a plan as he holds him but Esca is already asleep.
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Because it's very good. Captivating, touching and steamy.
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