Prompt Post 3
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Esca attends four different fights before he manages to find Marcus again.
Esca doesn't do repeats, so he's not entirely sure why he's looking for him. Most guys stay the night and Esca tires of them by morning, wanting nothing more than to get them out of his house before he even eats breakfast. But Marcus didn't stay the night. Hell, he refused. Walked out without the money or even a second glance.
Something about that makes Esca want him again. To see if he can break him. Or be broken by him.
They're down to the last fight of the night and Esca assumes it's been another night without an appearance by Marcus. Esca's just starting to resign himself to the idea that Marcus skipped town, leaving the fighting world as quickly as he arrived. Or maybe he was roped into the high-end fights. With his impressive fighting style, it wouldn't take long for someone to set their eyes on Marcus and offer him big bucks to fight in the upscale rigged matches. In his mind Esca declares the night unsuccessful and is considering calling his bookie to get the names of the fighters at the latest high-end matches when the ref announces the next fight and Marcus steps into the ring.
Esca pushes through the crowd to get a look at him.
He looks the same - intense, focused, and a little wild. Marcus is shifting from foot to foot, waiting for his opponent to enter the ring, and Esca's eyes are drawn to his torso where the cuts and bruises from a few weeks before have faded and made way for new ones. A large purple bruise runs over his ribs on the left side of his body, and there are several cuts just above his navel. Esca's gaze moves up to Marcus's face where a fading gash runs across his right eye and another smaller one runs over the bridge of his nose. It's obvious he's been fighting, but Esca isn't sure where.
His opponent enters the ring and Marcus is on. He's circling, watching, waiting to strike, and it all seems so familiar now. Esca's been there, seen that body moving before him, threatening, and he doesn't bother to fight it when his cock grows stiff in his trousers.
The other fighter lashes out and Marcus ducks, dodges, and then he's striking back one-two and the guy goes down. Marcus's wrapped hands are stained with the other guy's blood, and Marcus steps back, waiting to see if the guy's going to get up. When he does, Marcus is moving again, keeping his eyes on his opponent and Esca watches intently from the sidelines. He's already plotting to track Marcus down after the fight. Offer him more money, maybe banter with him a bit, then get fucked. Marcus gets in another jab and the crowd cheers as his opponent stumbles back.
Marcus is circling again, ready to attack, and Esca isn't sure what catches his eye but suddenly Marcus's eyes lock on him. His expression is unreadable, as always, and Esca can only stare back as the room seems to slow. The moment is quick, barely a second or two, but his opponent seizes the opportunity and deals Marcus a swift punch to the side of his face. The force of it sends Marcus flying back and his hand comes up to swipe across his mouth. Then he's moving again as he glances down at his hand, determining whether the blood on his wrappings is his own or his opponent's, and it's clear it's Marcus's this time as he spits a mouthful of blood on the floor.
The distraction and the unexpected hit seem to install new fury in Marcus and he's circling faster, dodging every lunge his opponent attempts until the guy gets frustrated and makes a careless move. His arm is swinging to punch Marcus, leaving his side wide open and Marcus strikes a quick blow to the guy's ribs and another to his stomach. As the guy reacts, curling into the hit, Marcus nails a swift uppercut and the fight is over before the guy hits the floor.
Marcus disappears into the crowd, and Esca pushes his way to another ref and informs him he'd like to speak with Marcus. The ref points to an open space behind the crowd where a dim yellow light shines like a beacon. No back room this time, just empty space in an old car lot, and Esca is hoping Marcus is back there as he pushes through the crowd of dispersing bettors.
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And Esca is so, so hooked :D
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Also? Extra hot with a side of hot, and I love the alpha male contest going on between the two of them like whoa!
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*starts hitting refresh*
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The words are out of Marcus's mouth before he even turns around. After the moment of recognition in the ring, it's obvious he was expecting Esca's arrival.
“I've been well, thanks for asking, and you?”
Marcus looks unamused as he unwraps his hand and tosses the bloodied bandage on the floor. “What do you want?”
Esca chances a step closer, but is still sure to maintain his distance. He feels confident he can banter with Marcus but if he misjudges and pushes it too far it's best to save room for a quick escape. “I'll bet you already know.”
“Yeah, I know,” Marcus mutters. “But you're a tricky fucker, I'm not falling for that again.”
“Falling for what?”
“Your 'stay the night' game.” Marcus stands suddenly and Esca takes a careful step back. “Said you were a man of your word-”
“I am,” Esca says, suddenly feeling quite defensive. “I'll admit I could've been more upfront with you, but I fully intended to give you the rest of the money in the morning.”
“..must think I'm an idiot,” Marcus is muttering to himself, moving away from Esca and focusing on re-wrapping his busted knuckles.
“Actually, I don't,” Esca stands his ground. “I suspect you're far from it.”
“Flattery doesn't work with me.”
“Fine,” Esca says. “You want me to be direct? You need money, I want to get fucked. Come home with me.”
“Told you last time, I'm not your whore.”
“I never said you were.” Esca steps closer. “I'll offer you the same amount as last time, upfront, and you don't have to spend the night.”
Marcus is quiet for a moment, looking displeased but it's clear he's considering the offer.
“My rules still stand.”
“Yes.”
“And I want the money before I fuck you.”
“As promised.”
There's a long pause which Esca is sure Marcus is dragging out just to watch him squirm, and he's just about to open his mouth and speak when Marcus beats him to it, “go wait in your limo. I'll meet you when I'm done here.”
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“I was starting to think you didn't want anything from me.”
“I don't,” Marcus replies after chugging the entire glass.
Esca hands him a wad of bills. “Except my money.”
“I need it,” Marcus mutters. “But I can leave now if you're going to act like a smug asshole about it.”
Esca is stuck silent for a moment, because he's knows the difference between want and need.
“Sorry.”
Marcus doesn't show any sign he accepts the apology, he just glares at Esca and snarls, “Take off your clothes.”
It's just as quick as the first time, with Esca already naked and hard before Marcus is even partially undressed. After ordering Esca to put his mouth on him, Marcus soon has Esca bent over the sofa with his face pressed into the expensive French silk as he's nearly split by Marcus's cock. Esca gasps with relief the moment Marcus is buried to the hilt and then he's moaning when Marcus finally pulls back to thrust in again.
It's rough and hard and good, and when Marcus flips him onto his back Esca suddenly can't stop touching Marcus.
Marcus pushes his hands away each time they trail over his shoulders, then chest, then stomach. Esca tries again and again, wanting to trace each bump and bruise and scar on Marcus's body, and as they reach a perfect rhythm together Marcus's resistance seems to weaken. He lets Esca's hands linger a little longer each time before he bats his fingers away, and then it's only a matter of seconds before Esca is reaching up to touch him again.
“Why do you do this?” Esca asks, muttering more to himself than to Marcus, after circling over the large purple bruise on Marcus's left side.
Marcus thrusts in, harder, not losing a beat. “Stop talking.”
“I'm just trying--”
“Stop trying to figure me out,” Marcus grunts, forcefully pushing Esca's hands away. “You don't know me, now shut up.”
Esca scowls up at Marcus and makes no move to touch him again. “Likewise,” Esca mutters before taking his cock in hand and tugging himself to his climax.
He doesn't speak again until after he's come and Marcus has pulled out and come on him again. They've stained the expensive sofa, and Esca laughs as he sits up and slides against the silk. Marcus is already standing off to the side, quickly redressing, so Esca rises and heads to his desk. He pulls open a drawer and takes out another wad of bills.
“Stay the night,” he says, holding the money between two fingers and showing it to Marcus.
Marcus makes no move to take the money. “You think I can't figure you out,” Marcus says, “but I already have.”
“Do tell.”
“You see sex as a business deal,” Marcus spits, “because you're emotionally fucked up and lonely as hell.”
“Fuck yourself,” Esca says as fury builds in him. He tosses the wad of money at Marcus, and it skids across the floor and lands at his feet. “Take it.”
“I'm not staying, and I'm not taking that.”
“It's what I owed you for last time,” Esca stalks out of the room, not bothering with his clothes or sparing Marcus a second glance. “I'm going to bed. You can show yourself out.”
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Esca freezes. He's not sure if Marcus is there to argue or insult or fight, and he's on edge as he watches Marcus strip out of his clothes and get into bed beside him. Marcus doesn't speak or move or lash out. He just rests there on his back. It's odd and strangely comforting, and Esca can only stare at the battered and bruised fighter lying in his bed.
“I'll stay until morning.” Marcus mumbles at the ceiling. “Go to sleep.”
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Oh, BAMF Marcus, you;re so hot...
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Nonnie, how you mic scorching hot with strangely bittersweet and even painful is just magnificent!
I really think Esca begins to understand that Marcus responds best to total honesty and straightforwardness, and it has to be something different from what Esca deals with in his everyday life :) He's bound to be fascinated. And Marcus is so freaking honorable!
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*SIGH* THIS HAS BEEN GLORIOUS.
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A great update - thanks! ♥
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