Prompt Post 3
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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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It takes Esca a good ten minutes to bring himself to ask the question, and as he speaks into the darkened room he's not entirely sure if Marcus is still awake. Esca listens to Marcus's even breathing, waiting for any type of response.
A moment passes, then another, and finally Marcus shifts beside him.
“Seemed like you wanted the company.”
Esca cringes, glad that Marcus can't see him. “So, pity then,” he's aiming for aloof, but Esca's voice sounds bitter.
“Did I say pity?”
“You didn't have to.”
“Christ,” Marcus sighs, letting out a noisy breath of frustration, “you asked me to stay.”
It was true, he had. Esca usually asked his conquests to stay and by morning he'd grow tired of them. He'd find excuses. Some weren't great at conversation, some snored, some wanted to kiss him, others seemed like they didn't want to leave and Esca would escort them to the door and all but throw them out.
He wanted it to be the same with Marcus. The stubborn prick, refusing to stay the first night, making Esca want to see him again. It had never happened before. Esca barely spared former conquests a glance if he ran into them again, let alone wasted time searching for any of them. Esca hoped having Marcus sleep in his bed would put an end to his interest in him.
Maybe he'll snore, maybe he'll breath atrocious morning breath all over Esca, maybe he'll say something moronic and Esca will find some sign that Marcus isn't the mystery he'd assumed. Hell, maybe by morning Marcus will want to stay and Esca will finally win the upper hand by throwing him out.
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“No,” Esca says, a bit too forcefully. “You're here now, just stay where you are.”
Marcus makes a noise that sounds like a cross between a sigh and a laugh. “You do this a lot too?”
“Define this.”
“Pay people to fuck you and then ask them to spend the night?”
“And if I do?”
Esca can feel Marcus shift slightly. “Then I'd ask why.”
“Thought you had me all figured out.” It sounds smug when he says it, and Esca doesn't bother to disguise it. He feels smug. This is where it begins. The quick downward spiral which will lead him to throw Marcus out in the morning.
“I do,” Marcus replies, and he sounds just as smug. “You're lonely. Must be fucking draining to come home every night to this big empty house.”
Esca can feel his ire rising. “And what do you go home to? A filthy one-bedroom flat? A cardboard box? Cooking meals on a hot plate, and watching television through your neighbor's window? Please tell me how much more fulfilling your life is than mine.”
“You pay people to stay so you can ditch them in the morning.” Marcus ignores the biting words, which only makes Esca more furious.
“I tire of them by morning, yes,” Esca spits. “I expect it'll be the same with you.”
A bitter laugh echoes from Marcus. “Just business, right?”
“Right.”
“That's fucked up,” Marcus laughs.
“Says the man who is currently being paid to lie in my bed and insult me.”
“Never said my life wasn't fucked up,” Marcus replies, pausing as if he caught himself saying too much.
“Let's analyze you then,” Esca says snidely.
“No.”
Esca wants to push. He wants to analyze Marcus and tear him apart, but something in the fighter's voice keeps him quiet because Esca doesn't really know anything about Marcus. He's seems skilled at hiding things, and Esca is still clueless about him.
The conversation doesn't continue, and Esca finally resigns himself to temporary defeat as he shifts onto his side. He can still hear Marcus's even breathing and even though he fights to keep his eyes open he's pretty sure he falls asleep before Marcus.
So much for the quick downward spiral.
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CAN'T BREATHE.
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God they are both so messed up. And they will be so good for each other :P
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