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.
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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