Fill 'Blue for you' Part 2
anonymous
April 25 2011, 13:08:30 UTC
Marcus has been alternately worried and furious all day since Esca disappeared before anyone else in the villa was up this morning with not a word to anyone. In truth Marcus knows that now that Esca is no longer his slave he has no right to expect to know what the smaller man is doing every minute of every day, but it wasn't like Esca not to let someone know his whereabouts out of politeness if nothing else. He sighed and grumbled under his breath as he forced himself to move away from the window, refusing to acknowledge that he is moping and looking out for Esca's return.
Dropping onto a bench he ran again over the things that Esca could have been doing all day on his own. Hunting? Possibly, but he usually asked Marcus if he wanted to join him, so probably not. In that case, he'd likely gone into Calleva. Marcus frowned, there were any number of things that Esca could be doing in the town that he would not want company for.
Esca had initially seemed content with this pleasant quiet interlude in their lives but Marcus wasn't entirely certain why the Briton continued to stay on. He knew that Esca's fierce sense of honour and his vow to Marcus had made him stay with him and help him through the nightmare north of the wall, when everything in his heart and soul must have made him long to abandon him and run to join those free tribes. But now Esca was free and Marcus had tried to make him understand that as far as they were concerned that meant true freedom, he could stay or leave as he wished, so there was no longer any compelling reason for Esca to stay.
Perhaps he had grown bored and frustrated with waiting here at the villa while Marcus awaited word from Rome. Perhaps he had finally made up his mind to move on with his own life and was in town making arrangements to leave. Marcus felt his chest tighten as he considered this possibility; Esca had certainly seemed frustrated lately, almost vibrating with tension whenever they were alone together. Thinking through this, he considered the possibility that Esca was visiting the town brothel to help relieve himself of this tension in this way, a common enough occurrence in barracks life for Marcus to be familiar with it. His chest tightened even further at the idea.
Continuing this train of thought he arrived at the possibility that Esca might be in town visiting not a whore for a single day's pleasure, but courting a respectable woman. Plenty of the unmarried womenfolk in Calleva had been trying to catch the young Briton's eye lately, though Esca had shown no obvious interest in any of them. Marcus' chest was painfully tight now and he was barely breathing as he shot to his feet with a growl and began to storm back to the window. The sound of hooves approaching outside sent him stalking towards the door instead.
Esca was indeed approaching through the gloom, his horse ambling along, reins trailing loosely over its neck and rider slumped forward in a manner completely unfamiliar to Marcus. Esca normally rode as he did everything, neatly and elegantly, with an expertise and economy of motion that Marcus envied greatly. As the horse came nearer Marcus reached out and grabbed the reins bringing the animal to an abrupt halt that nearly unseated its rider. Esca grabbed at its mane in a most undignified manner before sitting up and looking around blearily. An empty wineskin dropped from his hands as he leaned forwards to peer unsteadily at Marcus. He opened his mouth to speak and Marcus was hit with a gust of sour wine on his breath.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 2b
anonymous
April 25 2011, 13:30:00 UTC
Oops. That last post should have been Part 2a. Damn character limits!
'Ugh, you're drunk.' Marcus stated the obvious and flinched as soon as the words left his mouth, aware that he sounded like a nagging wife. If he hadn't spent the day fretting he might have been amused; he'd never seen Esca the worse for drink before, the Briton was normally so controlled.
Reacting to the offended and disapproving tone of his voice Esca immediately straightened in his saddle and glared down at him, the faint trace of a smile that had been forming at one corner of his mouth when he recognised Marcus disappearing.
'I might be, but that's no business of yours.' Esca glowered down at him and then studiously ignored him as he began to dismount. His usual grace deserted him and he would have fallen if Marcus hadn't caught him on the way down. A pained screech was his only thanks as Esca tried desperately to struggle out of his arms.
'Gods, Esca stop it. Enough, I'll let go. There, I was only trying to help.' Marcus tried to mollify the panting glaring Briton as Esca spat what sounded like particularly vile British curses at him.
'Have you hurt your back? Did you fall? Let me look, maybe I can help.' Marcus stepped towards Esca and then stopped abruptly as Esca put his hand out and backed away, a look of panic on his face.
'Stop. No, don't touch me.'
'Very well.' Marcus could hear the anger in his own voice and felt a small stab of victory as Esca winced. He saw the smaller man start to move forward but all the frustration of the day welled up and he turned grabbing the reins to lead the horse away.
'I'll see to the horse, you see to yourself. I will no doubt see you tomorrow sometime.'
He didn't look back as he led the horse off to the stables and so he didn't see Esca standing with his hand out and his mouth open as though to explain.
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 2bpoziomeczkaApril 25 2011, 14:51:41 UTC
author anon! had i had half of your skill i would be announcing it to all the world constantly WHICH PROBABLY IS THE REASON WHY I DON'T HAVE IT.
I love your writing, I love it. It flows smoothly and it really reminds me of Sutcliff's elegant yet plain style. VERY VERY BEAUTIFUL ALSO I KNOW THAT IMMENSE HOTNESS IS YET TO COME AND I AWAIT IT PATIENTLY. NOT AT ALL BITING MY HANDS.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 3
anonymous
April 25 2011, 21:29:34 UTC
Esca runs his hands over as much of the skin on his upper back and shoulders as he can reach and is pleased when although still sensitive there is no pain. Good enough that today can be the day. He will have to remember to leave an offering for the local goddess at the nearby spring in thanks for such swift healing, but for now he needs to find Marcus. Easier said than done when the Roman has been going out of his way to avoid Esca since the unfortunate incident several nights ago.
He was still rather annoyed about that if he was honest with himself. Marcus' reaction seemed unduly disproportionate even given that Esca had been very drunk when he had finally made it back to the villa. He had woken the next day feeling as though he would be better off dead. His head pounded as though Marcus was hitting it with the hilt of his sword repeatedly with all of his strength, while his back simply burned all over and he spent the morning alternately sleeping fitfully and retching whilst being by turns furious with Marcus for being unreasonable and himself for hurting Marcus and caring about it.
The day after that he was still feeling a little tender and carried out his normal duties with the minimum of interaction with the other residents of the villa. So it wasn't until the third day that he realised that Marcus was deliberately avoiding him. At first he was surprised and then annoyed that Marcus should be behaving so childishly. His first instinct was to track the foolish Roman down and and force a confrontation to clear the air. Then as his back twinged and he thought of all the previous times he and Marcus had argued and how that usually ended, he thought better of it. He would bide his time until his back healed and then they could fight all they liked.
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 3
anonymous
April 27 2011, 18:52:58 UTC
Esca tried all Marcus' usual haunts and had resorted to asking the slaves when he saw his former master heading towards him. Marcus evidently hadn't seen him for as soon as he did he changed direction and headed towards the bathhouse instead. Muttering under his breath, Esca squared his shoulders and set off in pursuit, ignoring the slaves who didn't bother trying to hide their amusement.
Entering the bathhouse he sighed grimly, at least he had Marcus trapped in here with no other way out. Marcus was sitting on a bench removing his sandals when he cornered him.
'You are avoiding me Marcus and I would know why.' Esca knew that his bluntness still tended to discomfit the Roman and that it might needle a response from him.
Marcus looked up and opened his mouth, as though to deny Esca's bald statement, but then flushed and dropped his eyes back to his feet. Esca didn't move and didn't say anything else. Marcus would give first as he always did.
Still looking at the floor Marcus replied after a long moment, 'I was angry with you and then with myself and then I was ashamed.'
'I don't understand why you were angry with me. Is there something I have misunderstood about being a freedman? Must I still tell you all my plans and ask permission before I go into Calleva? Were you afraid that because I was drunk I would embarrass you or your uncle in town?' Esca still hasn't moved and he's getting bored with looking at the top of Marcus' head. His words sting Marcus into action though, the bigger man springs to his feet and grasps Esca's shoulder, a concerned expression on his face.
'No, no. You owe me no explanations. You are free to do as you wish when you wish of course.' The flush on his cheeks deepens and interestingly begins to spread down his neck distracting Esca's eyes and his concentration. 'It is only that I did not know where you were and I was concerned for your safety.'
Esca scoffs at such a ridiculous statement, 'I can look after myself well enough Roman, as well you ought to know.'
'Yes, yes, I know it better than any other,' Marcus makes strange little calming motions with his hands, as though Esca is a wild beast that needs to be tamed, 'I told you that I was ashamed and I meant it.'
'You are foolish.' Esca is somewhat placated and it must show in his face for Marcus no longer looks as anxious and a broad smile sweeps across his face, crinkling his eyes at the corners.
'I am. Now that we have confirmed my foolishness, will you join me in bathing?'
Esca can barely restrain his glee at being offered such an opportunity so easily, but he keeps his face impassive shrugs his shoulders in acquiescence and sits to begin stripping his clothes. Marcus seeming absurdly relieved that all appears forgiven so swiftly is quickly naked, folding his clothes neatly and striding off towards the sunken pool.
Esca smiles to himself, admiring the view of Marcus' firm muscular back and arse as he lowers himself into the water with his back to Esca. He feels a slight nervous sweat spring up over his body as he continues to disrobe. Marcus' avoidance has allowed him to keep his secret with surprising ease and he's torn between wanting to see the centurion's reaction and fear that he's misjudged this whole business and that Marcus will be disgusted. Gritting his teeth he rises from the bench and strides with a confidence he doesn't quite feel over to the bath.
Esca steps down into the pool facing Marcus who smiles at him. Ensuring that the centurion's eyes are firmly fixed on him Esca lets the corner of his mouth twitch up as he slides entirely under the water and comes up with his back towards him.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 5
anonymous
April 27 2011, 20:46:39 UTC
Oops! Clearly that last part should have been labelled 'Part 4' but I am forgetful. Sorry.
Marcus sinks into the pleasantly warm water until it laps just below his shoulders and waits for Esca to join him, sighing in relief and letting his tense muscles relax. Although he hadn't initially been planning on bathing it now seems like a wonderful idea; he'd had no idea just how apprehensive he was about talking to Esca since he'd made a fool of himself the other night. When he'd woken the next morning he had groaned and cursed himself up and down for overreacting like an outraged maiden. Concerned about the way all sense seemed to abandon him around his former slave, Marcus had decided to try and keep his distance for a few days to calm his nerves. Instead it had entirely the opposite effect. But, he should have known that Esca would force the matter into the open and now the air is cleared.
He hears Esca's footsteps approaching and lowers his eyes to the water determined not to let his eyes linger on the sleek beautiful lines of the freedman's body as he enters the pool. He knows that despite his efforts his face is flushing once again at the thought of Esca's nakedness nearby and can only hope that this won't be the time his body betrays him and shows Esca just how badly he desires him, despite his shame at such lust. Once he's sure most of Esca is in the pool Marcus raises his eyes straight to the Briton's face. Esca's eyes lock onto his instantly as Marcus smiles at him and there's a strangely determined expression fixed there. Marcus feels his spirits start to deflate again; perhaps all is not yet forgiven and Esca is going to make him suffer for his childish behaviour now. He opens his mouth to speak just as Esca's mouth curves up slightly and he slides entirely under the water.
When Esca surfaces with his back to him, Marcus can feel his jaw drop open as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock so fast that the air is forced from his lungs in a harsh startled gasp. He clings to the wall of the pool to try and ground himself but all he can do is stare and stare and stare dazed at Esca's back.
Water trails down from Esca's hair and runs in rivulets over the incredibly beautiful elaborate new tattoo that covers his entire upper back and shoulder blades in blue. Marcus watches Esca's muscles tense, making the wings of the stylised but instantly recognisable eagle shift and shiver. The Roman's eyes get lost as he tries to follow the intricately detailed swirling patterns and knots within the eagle's body which somehow also twist to form the outline of an eagle in flight, wings outstretched, tail fanned and head slightly turned so that its open beak can be seen as it screams a challenge.
Esca's head abruptly turns to look back over his shoulder at him and from the disconcertingly vulnerable look on his face Marcus realises that it's been long minutes since Esca surfaced and he has yet to speak.
'Esca...Esca.' There are no other words, he cannot think of anything but Esca. He realises that it must be enough, for Esca's eyes widen and a tight wolfish hungry smile is his response as he suddenly slips lower in the water.
Marcus can't bear to let Esca hide the marking from him; in a haze of lust so thick that he can barely coordinate his limbs, he crosses the pool to grasp Esca by the shoulders and haul him bodily back up.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 6a
anonymous
April 30 2011, 23:37:40 UTC
Sorry for the delay in posting this and once again thank you for all the lovely comments, they encourage me to keep going when RL conspires against me.
When he surfaces from the pool with his back to Marcus, Esca has his eyes tightly closed and he grips the edge of the pool with a grip so hard he thinks the tesserae might well come away in his hands. From behind he hears a startled gasp...and then nothing.
He waits stiffly, for something, anything, some sort of response from the centurion. The muscles in his shoulders and back spasm from being tensed so long and after another long moment he has to know. Taking a deep breath he turns his head to peer over his shoulder at the Roman.
Marcus' mouth forms a soft delicious O of surprise; his eyes are wide and dark and Esca has never seen such a look of pure unadulterated desperate lust on anyone's face. The larger man's chest heaves with panting breaths, when he speaks it is in a low hoarse growl and when he raises his gaze from the marking on Esca's back to meet his eyes, Esca feels the searing heat of it run down through his body towards his groin so swiftly that it steals the strength from his legs and he slips clumsily down into the pool.
Marcus' large strong hands seize his shoulders in a grasp so firm that there will surely be bruises tomorrow. Marcus raises him until his back is clear of the water and then steps back still holding his shoulders; Esca can almost feel the heated gaze sweeping again over his newly inked skin. The Roman pants in rough moist gusts that Esca can feel against the back of his neck, making the small hairs there stand up and sending a shiver down his spine that Marcus must feel too.
'Esca...its...' Marcus trails off with a groan and suddenly presses the entire length of his body against Esca, allowing the smaller man to feel exactly how this has affected him. Esca cannot swallow his own groan as he feels the length of Marcus' hard cock driven firmly against the small of his back. Nor can he help the wide grin that stretches across his face. At last he has broken through Marcus' proud stoic Roman sensibilities, and the force of that passion which he has seen most often in displays of anger and violence, is finally being put to its proper use. He pushes back, just a little, against the centurion and is rewarded when Marcus thrusts involuntarily against him with a small cry.
'Marcus,' he huffs in a soft half laugh, 'Marcus, I cannot breathe.' He can almost hear his ribs creaking from the force of the larger man's body crushing him against the wall of the pool. The pressure against his back eases slightly and Esca uses the opportunity to turn swiftly so that now they are pressed together face to face and Marcus can feel Esca's own arousal, know that he too is just as affected , just as needy. He looks up at Marcus and the breath is stolen from his lungs by the desperate look in the Roman's eyes. Esca surges up to finally, finally bring their mouths together because he cannot wait any longer. The kiss is hard and fierce and demanding as lips and teeth and tongues clash together, vying for dominance in this as in everything.
Dropping onto a bench he ran again over the things that Esca could have been doing all day on his own. Hunting? Possibly, but he usually asked Marcus if he wanted to join him, so probably not. In that case, he'd likely gone into Calleva. Marcus frowned, there were any number of things that Esca could be doing in the town that he would not want company for.
Esca had initially seemed content with this pleasant quiet interlude in their lives but Marcus wasn't entirely certain why the Briton continued to stay on. He knew that Esca's fierce sense of honour and his vow to Marcus had made him stay with him and help him through the nightmare north of the wall, when everything in his heart and soul must have made him long to abandon him and run to join those free tribes. But now Esca was free and Marcus had tried to make him understand that as far as they were concerned that meant true freedom, he could stay or leave as he wished, so there was no longer any compelling reason for Esca to stay.
Perhaps he had grown bored and frustrated with waiting here at the villa while Marcus awaited word from Rome. Perhaps he had finally made up his mind to move on with his own life and was in town making arrangements to leave. Marcus felt his chest tighten as he considered this possibility; Esca had certainly seemed frustrated lately, almost vibrating with tension whenever they were alone together. Thinking through this, he considered the possibility that Esca was visiting the town brothel to help relieve himself of this tension in this way, a common enough occurrence in barracks life for Marcus to be familiar with it. His chest tightened even further at the idea.
Continuing this train of thought he arrived at the possibility that Esca might be in town visiting not a whore for a single day's pleasure, but courting a respectable woman. Plenty of the unmarried womenfolk in Calleva had been trying to catch the young Briton's eye lately, though Esca had shown no obvious interest in any of them. Marcus' chest was painfully tight now and he was barely breathing as he shot to his feet with a growl and began to storm back to the window. The sound of hooves approaching outside sent him stalking towards the door instead.
Esca was indeed approaching through the gloom, his horse ambling along, reins trailing loosely over its neck and rider slumped forward in a manner completely unfamiliar to Marcus. Esca normally rode as he did everything, neatly and elegantly, with an expertise and economy of motion that Marcus envied greatly. As the horse came nearer Marcus reached out and grabbed the reins bringing the animal to an abrupt halt that nearly unseated its rider. Esca grabbed at its mane in a most undignified manner before sitting up and looking around blearily. An empty wineskin dropped from his hands as he leaned forwards to peer unsteadily at Marcus. He opened his mouth to speak and Marcus was hit with a gust of sour wine on his breath.
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'Ugh, you're drunk.' Marcus stated the obvious and flinched as soon as the words left his mouth, aware that he sounded like a nagging wife. If he hadn't spent the day fretting he might have been amused; he'd never seen Esca the worse for drink before, the Briton was normally so controlled.
Reacting to the offended and disapproving tone of his voice Esca immediately straightened in his saddle and glared down at him, the faint trace of a smile that had been forming at one corner of his mouth when he recognised Marcus disappearing.
'I might be, but that's no business of yours.' Esca glowered down at him and then studiously ignored him as he began to dismount. His usual grace deserted him and he would have fallen if Marcus hadn't caught him on the way down. A pained screech was his only thanks as Esca tried desperately to struggle out of his arms.
'Gods, Esca stop it. Enough, I'll let go. There, I was only trying to help.' Marcus tried to mollify the panting glaring Briton as Esca spat what sounded like particularly vile British curses at him.
'Have you hurt your back? Did you fall? Let me look, maybe I can help.' Marcus stepped towards Esca and then stopped abruptly as Esca put his hand out and backed away, a look of panic on his face.
'Stop. No, don't touch me.'
'Very well.' Marcus could hear the anger in his own voice and felt a small stab of victory as Esca winced. He saw the smaller man start to move forward but all the frustration of the day welled up and he turned grabbing the reins to lead the horse away.
'I'll see to the horse, you see to yourself. I will no doubt see you tomorrow sometime.'
He didn't look back as he led the horse off to the stables and so he didn't see Esca standing with his hand out and his mouth open as though to explain.
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I love your writing, I love it. It flows smoothly and it really reminds me of Sutcliff's elegant yet plain style. VERY VERY BEAUTIFUL ALSO I KNOW THAT IMMENSE HOTNESS IS YET TO COME AND I AWAIT IT PATIENTLY. NOT AT ALL BITING MY HANDS.
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He was still rather annoyed about that if he was honest with himself. Marcus' reaction seemed unduly disproportionate even given that Esca had been very drunk when he had finally made it back to the villa. He had woken the next day feeling as though he would be better off dead. His head pounded as though Marcus was hitting it with the hilt of his sword repeatedly with all of his strength, while his back simply burned all over and he spent the morning alternately sleeping fitfully and retching whilst being by turns furious with Marcus for being unreasonable and himself for hurting Marcus and caring about it.
The day after that he was still feeling a little tender and carried out his normal duties with the minimum of interaction with the other residents of the villa. So it wasn't until the third day that he realised that Marcus was deliberately avoiding him. At first he was surprised and then annoyed that Marcus should be behaving so childishly. His first instinct was to track the foolish Roman down and and force a confrontation to clear the air. Then as his back twinged and he thought of all the previous times he and Marcus had argued and how that usually ended, he thought better of it. He would bide his time until his back healed and then they could fight all they liked.
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Entering the bathhouse he sighed grimly, at least he had Marcus trapped in here with no other way out. Marcus was sitting on a bench removing his sandals when he cornered him.
'You are avoiding me Marcus and I would know why.' Esca knew that his bluntness still tended to discomfit the Roman and that it might needle a response from him.
Marcus looked up and opened his mouth, as though to deny Esca's bald statement, but then flushed and dropped his eyes back to his feet. Esca didn't move and didn't say anything else. Marcus would give first as he always did.
Still looking at the floor Marcus replied after a long moment, 'I was angry with you and then with myself and then I was ashamed.'
'I don't understand why you were angry with me. Is there something I have misunderstood about being a freedman? Must I still tell you all my plans and ask permission before I go into Calleva? Were you afraid that because I was drunk I would embarrass you or your uncle in town?' Esca still hasn't moved and he's getting bored with looking at the top of Marcus' head. His words sting Marcus into action though, the bigger man springs to his feet and grasps Esca's shoulder, a concerned expression on his face.
'No, no. You owe me no explanations. You are free to do as you wish when you wish of course.' The flush on his cheeks deepens and interestingly begins to spread down his neck distracting Esca's eyes and his concentration. 'It is only that I did not know where you were and I was concerned for your safety.'
Esca scoffs at such a ridiculous statement, 'I can look after myself well enough Roman, as well you ought to know.'
'Yes, yes, I know it better than any other,' Marcus makes strange little calming motions with his hands, as though Esca is a wild beast that needs to be tamed, 'I told you that I was ashamed and I meant it.'
'You are foolish.' Esca is somewhat placated and it must show in his face for Marcus no longer looks as anxious and a broad smile sweeps across his face, crinkling his eyes at the corners.
'I am. Now that we have confirmed my foolishness, will you join me in bathing?'
Esca can barely restrain his glee at being offered such an opportunity so easily, but he keeps his face impassive shrugs his shoulders in acquiescence and sits to begin stripping his clothes. Marcus seeming absurdly relieved that all appears forgiven so swiftly is quickly naked, folding his clothes neatly and striding off towards the sunken pool.
Esca smiles to himself, admiring the view of Marcus' firm muscular back and arse as he lowers himself into the water with his back to Esca. He feels a slight nervous sweat spring up over his body as he continues to disrobe. Marcus' avoidance has allowed him to keep his secret with surprising ease and he's torn between wanting to see the centurion's reaction and fear that he's misjudged this whole business and that Marcus will be disgusted. Gritting his teeth he rises from the bench and strides with a confidence he doesn't quite feel over to the bath.
Esca steps down into the pool facing Marcus who smiles at him. Ensuring that the centurion's eyes are firmly fixed on him Esca lets the corner of his mouth twitch up as he slides entirely under the water and comes up with his back towards him.
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Marcus sinks into the pleasantly warm water until it laps just below his shoulders and waits for Esca to join him, sighing in relief and letting his tense muscles relax. Although he hadn't initially been planning on bathing it now seems like a wonderful idea; he'd had no idea just how apprehensive he was about talking to Esca since he'd made a fool of himself the other night. When he'd woken the next morning he had groaned and cursed himself up and down for overreacting like an outraged maiden. Concerned about the way all sense seemed to abandon him around his former slave, Marcus had decided to try and keep his distance for a few days to calm his nerves. Instead it had entirely the opposite effect. But, he should have known that Esca would force the matter into the open and now the air is cleared.
He hears Esca's footsteps approaching and lowers his eyes to the water determined not to let his eyes linger on the sleek beautiful lines of the freedman's body as he enters the pool. He knows that despite his efforts his face is flushing once again at the thought of Esca's nakedness nearby and can only hope that this won't be the time his body betrays him and shows Esca just how badly he desires him, despite his shame at such lust. Once he's sure most of Esca is in the pool Marcus raises his eyes straight to the Briton's face. Esca's eyes lock onto his instantly as Marcus smiles at him and there's a strangely determined expression fixed there. Marcus feels his spirits start to deflate again; perhaps all is not yet forgiven and Esca is going to make him suffer for his childish behaviour now. He opens his mouth to speak just as Esca's mouth curves up slightly and he slides entirely under the water.
When Esca surfaces with his back to him, Marcus can feel his jaw drop open as all the blood in his body rushes to his cock so fast that the air is forced from his lungs in a harsh startled gasp. He clings to the wall of the pool to try and ground himself but all he can do is stare and stare and stare dazed at Esca's back.
Water trails down from Esca's hair and runs in rivulets over the incredibly beautiful elaborate new tattoo that covers his entire upper back and shoulder blades in blue. Marcus watches Esca's muscles tense, making the wings of the stylised but instantly recognisable eagle shift and shiver. The Roman's eyes get lost as he tries to follow the intricately detailed swirling patterns and knots within the eagle's body which somehow also twist to form the outline of an eagle in flight, wings outstretched, tail fanned and head slightly turned so that its open beak can be seen as it screams a challenge.
Esca's head abruptly turns to look back over his shoulder at him and from the disconcertingly vulnerable look on his face Marcus realises that it's been long minutes since Esca surfaced and he has yet to speak.
'Esca...Esca.' There are no other words, he cannot think of anything but Esca. He realises that it must be enough, for Esca's eyes widen and a tight wolfish hungry smile is his response as he suddenly slips lower in the water.
Marcus can't bear to let Esca hide the marking from him; in a haze of lust so thick that he can barely coordinate his limbs, he crosses the pool to grasp Esca by the shoulders and haul him bodily back up.
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When he surfaces from the pool with his back to Marcus, Esca has his eyes tightly closed and he grips the edge of the pool with a grip so hard he thinks the tesserae might well come away in his hands. From behind he hears a startled gasp...and then nothing.
He waits stiffly, for something, anything, some sort of response from the centurion. The muscles in his shoulders and back spasm from being tensed so long and after another long moment he has to know. Taking a deep breath he turns his head to peer over his shoulder at the Roman.
Marcus' mouth forms a soft delicious O of surprise; his eyes are wide and dark and Esca has never seen such a look of pure unadulterated desperate lust on anyone's face. The larger man's chest heaves with panting breaths, when he speaks it is in a low hoarse growl and when he raises his gaze from the marking on Esca's back to meet his eyes, Esca feels the searing heat of it run down through his body towards his groin so swiftly that it steals the strength from his legs and he slips clumsily down into the pool.
Marcus' large strong hands seize his shoulders in a grasp so firm that there will surely be bruises tomorrow. Marcus raises him until his back is clear of the water and then steps back still holding his shoulders; Esca can almost feel the heated gaze sweeping again over his newly inked skin. The Roman pants in rough moist gusts that Esca can feel against the back of his neck, making the small hairs there stand up and sending a shiver down his spine that Marcus must feel too.
'Esca...its...' Marcus trails off with a groan and suddenly presses the entire length of his body against Esca, allowing the smaller man to feel exactly how this has affected him. Esca cannot swallow his own groan as he feels the length of Marcus' hard cock driven firmly against the small of his back. Nor can he help the wide grin that stretches across his face. At last he has broken through Marcus' proud stoic Roman sensibilities, and the force of that passion which he has seen most often in displays of anger and violence, is finally being put to its proper use. He pushes back, just a little, against the centurion and is rewarded when Marcus thrusts involuntarily against him with a small cry.
'Marcus,' he huffs in a soft half laugh, 'Marcus, I cannot breathe.' He can almost hear his ribs creaking from the force of the larger man's body crushing him against the wall of the pool. The pressure against his back eases slightly and Esca uses the opportunity to turn swiftly so that now they are pressed together face to face and Marcus can feel Esca's own arousal, know that he too is just as affected , just as needy. He looks up at Marcus and the breath is stolen from his lungs by the desperate look in the Roman's eyes. Esca surges up to finally, finally bring their mouths together because he cannot wait any longer. The kiss is hard and fierce and demanding as lips and teeth and tongues clash together, vying for dominance in this as in everything.
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