Fill 'Blue for you' Part 7a
anonymous
May 3 2011, 22:12:32 UTC
Marcus realises that disappointment is probably written large over his face when Esca turns back from lowering his tunic over the eagle marking and rolls his eyes at him. 'Hurry, then,' is the Briton's only response and Marcus grins, knowing that Esca sees right through him as usual. He pulls his own clothes hurriedly back over his still damp skin so that they can move somewhere they are less likely to be disturbed.
Esca lies face down and naked on Marcus' bed, head pillowed on his arms while Marcus stands at its foot admiring the remarkable image laid out before him; burning it into his memory, until Esca growls at him in impatience. Marcus climbs onto the bed and lays himself out on his side, pressed against Esca, head propped on an elbow as he gazes down at the tattoo and raises the other hand to trace over it reverently. Now that their initial lust has been sated, Marcus wants to take his time and explore.
'Tell me, Esca,' he says quietly. For long moments there is no reply and he thinks that he may have to ask again, be more specific, when he hears Esca take a deep breath and his patience is rewarded.
'My people have always inked our skin to mark important events in our lives,' he begins and the deep sadness and longing in his voice almost make Marcus wish he had not asked this. 'They serve as a reminder to the person who is marked and they tell a story to others who know enough to understand them.' He pauses to smile fiercely up at Marcus, 'the bands on my arms tell of killing my first enemies and my first horse raid.'
Esca's breath hisses through his teeth as Marcus' large blunt fingers travel to his right bicep and outline the details of the uppermost band and the identical third band. 'They tell of the two men I killed when another tribe raided my village while my father was away with many of our warriors. I fought side by side with my brothers, though I was not old enough to be a spear; it was over very quickly for they had not sent many men and hoped to take us by surprise,' Esca makes a rude noise and pulls his face, 'I was little more than a child and my father was both furious and so proud when he returned.' His face is blank but his eyes are squeezed tightly shut at the memories; Marcus is afraid to speak for fear that he will stop. Esca rarely speaks of his past and he fears that to try and offer comfort will break the spell and cause the smaller man to retreat into silence again.
'The middle band tells of my first horse raid, we raided the lands of the Corieltauvi, to the south of our own, and took many fine mares. There was a great celebration in our village when we returned and I remember thinking that life could have nothing finer to offer.' His eyes open again, a hint of a smile on his face as he remembers and his hands clench and relax as Marcus presses his fingers firmly against the blue ink. 'The lines, blocks and circles tell the tale, to a member of my tribe or those nearby it would all be clear.'
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 7b
anonymous
May 3 2011, 22:43:13 UTC
Marcus trails his hand over pale skin to the new marking and feels Esca shudder as he reaches it. 'Did it hurt? Does it still hurt?'
'Yes,' Esca glares up at him, 'it hurt, but now, no, it is just very sensitive.'
Marcus raises an eyebrow at this information and continues to trace the eagle. Esca moans and Marcus is delighted to see a faint red tinge to his cheeks. He lets his fingers follow the outline of the eagle from its open beak around the wings to its tail and back again. 'So why the eagle?'
Esca gives him a look that, even with only half of his face visible, expresses more eloquently than any number of words could, that Marcus is an idiot. 'There is not likely to be a more significant event in my life now than the recovery of your lost idol.' Marcus feels a surge of warmth that Esca should have marked himself in this way, with a symbol that is so heavily bound up with him. Before he can speak, Esca continues.
'To my people the eagle is a powerful creature; it symbolises wisdom and long life. Eagles feature in many of our tales, they represent swiftness, strength and keen sight - they are said to be able to see hidden truths,' Esca turns his head to look at Marcus steadily, 'it seemed appropriate as you so clearly needed help to see what was so obviously in front of you.'
Marcus thinks he should probably be offended but given that Esca is lying in his bed he cannot bring himself to care. He bends his head and presses his mouth to a particularly complicated knot in the centre of the eagle. Esca gasps and arches into the touch; this time when he speaks his voice is a low sensual rasp that fires Marcus' nerves.
'That represents trust,' Marcus raises his head to peer more closely at the design before lowering to taste and trace it with his tongue. Esca buries his face in the bed and when Marcus moves on to another pattern within the marking his voice is muffled as he tells Marcus its meaning. Soon Esca is panting for breath and from the way he is moving against the bed Marcus knows he is as hard again as Marcus is. He slides a hand down over Esca's lower back and over his arse, squeezing as he goes, making the Briton thrust against the bed, before he slides it between his thighs to spread them wider.
Marcus moves to kneel between Esca's thighs and then spreads himself across the top of the smaller man, until his head and hands once again have access to the tattoo. He finds another pattern within the larger design and then another and another, lavishing attention on them with hands and mouth as Esca writhes beneath him and gasps their meanings. Loyalty, pride, strength, honour...there are many and Marcus knows that he has not the wit to understand all that it means now, when he can barely think at all beyond the desire that is burning him from the inside out. He reaches to grasp Esca's hair and draw back his head for a heated kiss.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 8a
anonymous
May 7 2011, 00:51:40 UTC
Esca's mouth is firm, the slightly cracked lips part when Marcus licks over them and then thrusts his tongue into the wet heat inside. Esca slides his own tongue along Marcus', teasing and then sucking in a way that seems to connect directly to Marcus' cock. He thrusts involuntarily and feels his cock slide into the cleft of Esca's delicious arse, the light sheen of sweat over both their bodies easing its path. Esca makes a noise deep in his throat and Marcus pulls away worried that he doesn't like it, but instead Esca grins up at Marcus and pushes his hips back up at him, demanding more. 'Yes Marcus, there like that.'
Marcus would be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes him but he is too wrapped up in Esca, how he smells and tastes and feels moving beneath him. His hands roam over Esca's body enjoying the feel of the muscular form, the different textures of his skin, until they finish travelling up Esca's forearms to meet his hands, still held by his head and grasp them there. Esca slides his fingers between Marcus' and turns his head so that his mouth is pressed close to Marcus' ear. He is groaning and growling in his own language and Marcus can only imagine what filthy encouragements he is whispering as his hips keep up a slow rolling rhythm. Esca's tongue sneaks out to trace along the outline of Marcus' ear and then suddenly dips inside making Marcus shout and freeze lest he spill himself right now. 'Esca,' he gasps and gets a wicked wicked smile in return.
'Now Marcus, please?' Esca guides their joined hands down to where Marcus' cock is nestled snugly, throbbing and demanding that he begin to move once more. Marcus yelps as their hands rub against him and Esca tries to guide his fingers to where he wants them.
Esca moans softly as Marcus' fingers tease him, canting his hips backwards, trying to hurry him. Marcus brings his fingers to his mouth to wet them but Esca magically produces a flask of oil he had slyly swiped from the bathhouse earlier and despite his hands shaking with arousal Marcus manages to coat his fingers. He wants to take his time, tease Esca, make this last, but as Esca pushes back and his finger is suddenly encased in tightness and heat, he knows that he hasn't a hope of lasting long. Marcus hears himself moaning at the feel of his finger sliding in and out and he can hear Esca moaning too, asking for more. He slides another finger inside for a few strokes but Esca is too impatient, turning his head and fixing Marcus with a steely glare to demand he get on with it.
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 8b
anonymous
May 7 2011, 01:11:43 UTC
Reaching down to coat his cock with oil, Marcus tries to calm himself but the sight of Esca undulating against the bed, turning pleading heavy lidded eyes towards him, only spirals his desire higher. Marcus slides his hands down to Esca's hips, urging them higher, giving him a better angle and then finally presses in, feeling the tight grip and slide as he inches deeper and Esca's cries and gasps are driving him on until he's as deep as he can get, balls pressed against Esca's arse as he stops and tries not to come instantly.
Esca barely gives him a moment before he starts moving, trying to take control, 'Move, I need to feel you, need this.' Marcus tightens his grip and thrusts hard, trying to give him what he needs and taking his own pleasure, letting his own need drive his hips. In the background of his pulse hammering in his ears he can himself panting, hear Esca crying out with each punishing slap of their bodies together and suddenly its not quite enough. He needs to feel more, more of Esca and so he leans forward and reaches for Esca's shoulders, dragging him upright so that Marcus is kneeling with Esca in his lap and he can reach around to thumb at his nipples, making him moan and arch. He slides a hand down over Esca's stomach and grasps his leaking cock with a twist that makes Esca yell.
Marcus is so close now, driving up into Esca and Esca is moving with him, against him, pushing his cock into Marcus' hand, reaching back to grasp at Marcus' head, drag him down for desperate biting kisses until he finds that spot on Marcus' neck again and Marcus can't help himself, thrusting up, shaking and crying Esca's name as he comes. Esca's body tightens and clenches around him, his head thrown back on Marcus' shoulder as his mouth opens in a silent cry and his cock pulses, shooting heat over his own belly.
Still breathing heavily, Marcus tightens his arms around the smaller man as he eases out and lowers them both back down to the bed, stretching out, pressing kisses to the top of Esca's head and refusing to let go just yet. Lying in the Roman's arms, Esca feels a wide weary smile spread across his face and settle in to stay.
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 8bo_contraryMay 8 2011, 16:27:18 UTC
BRB TRYING TO UNCROSS MY EYES. *whimpers* I love tatt fic. You've really captured the essence of the whole 'new tattoo bliss' thing perfectly here. Good GRIEF.
Fill 'Blue for you' Part 9
anonymous
May 11 2011, 17:53:06 UTC
So, this is the final part of this fic, a little epilogue so to speak, after all the action.
Esca lies sprawled out, his head is turned away from Marcus, but he can still feel the gentle huffs of breath against the hair on the back of his head as the sleeping man snores softly. Marcus has a leg thrown over Esca and his hand placed firmly against the eagle on Esca's back. Esca grimaces slightly, he can't sleep, keeps waking unnerved by the proximity to another person after so long sleeping alone.
He feels unsettled, discomfited, the earlier exhilaration and elation has slowly dissipated and as Marcus' hand twitches on his back he is suddenly irritated by the man's infatuation with the tattoo, despite knowing that its irrational, that this is what he wanted, that the marking has served its purpose and more.
He is still confused, conflicted by his feelings for the Roman, by the bone deep longing and desire, the strength of this bond between them, when he half feels he should still be angry, full of hatred, resentment and a desire for vengeance. He feels as though he is lying with the enemy, as though he is betraying the memory of his family. And yet he cannot regret this, can no longer find that deep abiding rage that has sustained him for so long. His family are gone, there is nothing he can do to bring them back and being angry with Marcus and his uncle and their little household here will not help.
He isn't sure that he has really managed to convey the full meaning of the eagle marking to Marcus, but then he was somewhat distracted at the time; a smug smile creeps onto his face as he remembers. The eagle is such a powerful symbol to the Romans, he remembers Marcus describing it by their campfire beyond the wall. 'The eagle is not a piece of metal. The eagle is Rome.' He remembers being stunned that Marcus didn't realise what the eagle of Rome would symbolise to Esca and his people, remembers the tense silence that night as the their differences seemed so much greater than could ever be overcome.
There had really been no other choice for the tattoo, to mark this latest change to Esca's life, it had to be an eagle and yet by choosing these designs he hopes he has succeeded in making this eagle, their eagle, British, making it Brigantes. He thinks that perhaps he has succeeded in stealing this eagle back from Rome. Let them rejoice over having their golden idol back but with his marking Esca is taking it back, letting Britain shape this story, just as she is shaping both he and Marcus.
The larger man murmurs and shifts slightly and Esca rolls onto his side to look at him. Marcus sleeps soundly, a look of pure contentment on his face as his arm wraps around Esca to draw him closer. Esca has never seen him this way before. He has seen him in pain, afraid, angry and also happy, delighted when they returned the eagle, but never this way, never with this quiet peaceful joy that radiates from him even as he sleeps. Esca's unease and irritation slough away as he reaches a gentle hand to rest on Marcus' arm and tuck his head against Marcus' shoulder.
There will no doubt be many arguments in the future, Esca is not an easy man and he already knows just how stubborn Marcus can be, but the warmth spreading through his chest from seeing Marcus this way assures him that they will overcome their differences, they will make a way together in this strange new Britain they inhabit.
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 9coeurdesoleilMay 11 2011, 18:17:40 UTC
This is one of my favourite fills on the meme! It's blistering hot, but also really sweet and it is beautifully written. I absolutely loved the epilogue!
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 9
anonymous
May 13 2011, 17:18:02 UTC
If only you could see just how wide the smile on my face is after reading your comment; so glad you liked it! I think I just did a little jig of joy. Thank you so much for all your comments on this fic, they totally gave me the confidence to keep going with it and now I'm even thinking of filling other prompts. Nervous anon is not quite so nervous anymore.
Re: Fill 'Blue for you' Part 9
anonymous
May 13 2011, 17:22:00 UTC
Yay for CAPSLOCK! I'm really glad you liked it, I've never written porn before so wasn't quite sure about it but glad it worked for you. Thank you for all the comments, they totally made my day every time I read one and made me want to write more and faster. Thank you.
Esca lies face down and naked on Marcus' bed, head pillowed on his arms while Marcus stands at its foot admiring the remarkable image laid out before him; burning it into his memory, until Esca growls at him in impatience. Marcus climbs onto the bed and lays himself out on his side, pressed against Esca, head propped on an elbow as he gazes down at the tattoo and raises the other hand to trace over it reverently. Now that their initial lust has been sated, Marcus wants to take his time and explore.
'Tell me, Esca,' he says quietly. For long moments there is no reply and he thinks that he may have to ask again, be more specific, when he hears Esca take a deep breath and his patience is rewarded.
'My people have always inked our skin to mark important events in our lives,' he begins and the deep sadness and longing in his voice almost make Marcus wish he had not asked this. 'They serve as a reminder to the person who is marked and they tell a story to others who know enough to understand them.' He pauses to smile fiercely up at Marcus, 'the bands on my arms tell of killing my first enemies and my first horse raid.'
Esca's breath hisses through his teeth as Marcus' large blunt fingers travel to his right bicep and outline the details of the uppermost band and the identical third band. 'They tell of the two men I killed when another tribe raided my village while my father was away with many of our warriors. I fought side by side with my brothers, though I was not old enough to be a spear; it was over very quickly for they had not sent many men and hoped to take us by surprise,' Esca makes a rude noise and pulls his face, 'I was little more than a child and my father was both furious and so proud when he returned.' His face is blank but his eyes are squeezed tightly shut at the memories; Marcus is afraid to speak for fear that he will stop. Esca rarely speaks of his past and he fears that to try and offer comfort will break the spell and cause the smaller man to retreat into silence again.
'The middle band tells of my first horse raid, we raided the lands of the Corieltauvi, to the south of our own, and took many fine mares. There was a great celebration in our village when we returned and I remember thinking that life could have nothing finer to offer.' His eyes open again, a hint of a smile on his face as he remembers and his hands clench and relax as Marcus presses his fingers firmly against the blue ink. 'The lines, blocks and circles tell the tale, to a member of my tribe or those nearby it would all be clear.'
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'Yes,' Esca glares up at him, 'it hurt, but now, no, it is just very sensitive.'
Marcus raises an eyebrow at this information and continues to trace the eagle. Esca moans and Marcus is delighted to see a faint red tinge to his cheeks. He lets his fingers follow the outline of the eagle from its open beak around the wings to its tail and back again. 'So why the eagle?'
Esca gives him a look that, even with only half of his face visible, expresses more eloquently than any number of words could, that Marcus is an idiot. 'There is not likely to be a more significant event in my life now than the recovery of your lost idol.' Marcus feels a surge of warmth that Esca should have marked himself in this way, with a symbol that is so heavily bound up with him. Before he can speak, Esca continues.
'To my people the eagle is a powerful creature; it symbolises wisdom and long life. Eagles feature in many of our tales, they represent swiftness, strength and keen sight - they are said to be able to see hidden truths,' Esca turns his head to look at Marcus steadily, 'it seemed appropriate as you so clearly needed help to see what was so obviously in front of you.'
Marcus thinks he should probably be offended but given that Esca is lying in his bed he cannot bring himself to care. He bends his head and presses his mouth to a particularly complicated knot in the centre of the eagle. Esca gasps and arches into the touch; this time when he speaks his voice is a low sensual rasp that fires Marcus' nerves.
'That represents trust,' Marcus raises his head to peer more closely at the design before lowering to taste and trace it with his tongue. Esca buries his face in the bed and when Marcus moves on to another pattern within the marking his voice is muffled as he tells Marcus its meaning. Soon Esca is panting for breath and from the way he is moving against the bed Marcus knows he is as hard again as Marcus is. He slides a hand down over Esca's lower back and over his arse, squeezing as he goes, making the Briton thrust against the bed, before he slides it between his thighs to spread them wider.
Marcus moves to kneel between Esca's thighs and then spreads himself across the top of the smaller man, until his head and hands once again have access to the tattoo. He finds another pattern within the larger design and then another and another, lavishing attention on them with hands and mouth as Esca writhes beneath him and gasps their meanings. Loyalty, pride, strength, honour...there are many and Marcus knows that he has not the wit to understand all that it means now, when he can barely think at all beyond the desire that is burning him from the inside out. He reaches to grasp Esca's hair and draw back his head for a heated kiss.
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Marcus would be embarrassed by the whimper that escapes him but he is too wrapped up in Esca, how he smells and tastes and feels moving beneath him. His hands roam over Esca's body enjoying the feel of the muscular form, the different textures of his skin, until they finish travelling up Esca's forearms to meet his hands, still held by his head and grasp them there. Esca slides his fingers between Marcus' and turns his head so that his mouth is pressed close to Marcus' ear. He is groaning and growling in his own language and Marcus can only imagine what filthy encouragements he is whispering as his hips keep up a slow rolling rhythm. Esca's tongue sneaks out to trace along the outline of Marcus' ear and then suddenly dips inside making Marcus shout and freeze lest he spill himself right now. 'Esca,' he gasps and gets a wicked wicked smile in return.
'Now Marcus, please?' Esca guides their joined hands down to where Marcus' cock is nestled snugly, throbbing and demanding that he begin to move once more. Marcus yelps as their hands rub against him and Esca tries to guide his fingers to where he wants them.
Esca moans softly as Marcus' fingers tease him, canting his hips backwards, trying to hurry him. Marcus brings his fingers to his mouth to wet them but Esca magically produces a flask of oil he had slyly swiped from the bathhouse earlier and despite his hands shaking with arousal Marcus manages to coat his fingers. He wants to take his time, tease Esca, make this last, but as Esca pushes back and his finger is suddenly encased in tightness and heat, he knows that he hasn't a hope of lasting long. Marcus hears himself moaning at the feel of his finger sliding in and out and he can hear Esca moaning too, asking for more. He slides another finger inside for a few strokes but Esca is too impatient, turning his head and fixing Marcus with a steely glare to demand he get on with it.
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Esca barely gives him a moment before he starts moving, trying to take control, 'Move, I need to feel you, need this.' Marcus tightens his grip and thrusts hard, trying to give him what he needs and taking his own pleasure, letting his own need drive his hips. In the background of his pulse hammering in his ears he can himself panting, hear Esca crying out with each punishing slap of their bodies together and suddenly its not quite enough. He needs to feel more, more of Esca and so he leans forward and reaches for Esca's shoulders, dragging him upright so that Marcus is kneeling with Esca in his lap and he can reach around to thumb at his nipples, making him moan and arch. He slides a hand down over Esca's stomach and grasps his leaking cock with a twist that makes Esca yell.
Marcus is so close now, driving up into Esca and Esca is moving with him, against him, pushing his cock into Marcus' hand, reaching back to grasp at Marcus' head, drag him down for desperate biting kisses until he finds that spot on Marcus' neck again and Marcus can't help himself, thrusting up, shaking and crying Esca's name as he comes. Esca's body tightens and clenches around him, his head thrown back on Marcus' shoulder as his mouth opens in a silent cry and his cock pulses, shooting heat over his own belly.
Still breathing heavily, Marcus tightens his arms around the smaller man as he eases out and lowers them both back down to the bed, stretching out, pressing kisses to the top of Esca's head and refusing to let go just yet. Lying in the Roman's arms, Esca feels a wide weary smile spread across his face and settle in to stay.
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Hnnnngh so hot.
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That was so hot. I think I'm flushed. Oh god I need to have a cold shower. Incredible. Just freaking incredible.
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Esca lies sprawled out, his head is turned away from Marcus, but he can still feel the gentle huffs of breath against the hair on the back of his head as the sleeping man snores softly. Marcus has a leg thrown over Esca and his hand placed firmly against the eagle on Esca's back. Esca grimaces slightly, he can't sleep, keeps waking unnerved by the proximity to another person after so long sleeping alone.
He feels unsettled, discomfited, the earlier exhilaration and elation has slowly dissipated and as Marcus' hand twitches on his back he is suddenly irritated by the man's infatuation with the tattoo, despite knowing that its irrational, that this is what he wanted, that the marking has served its purpose and more.
He is still confused, conflicted by his feelings for the Roman, by the bone deep longing and desire, the strength of this bond between them, when he half feels he should still be angry, full of hatred, resentment and a desire for vengeance. He feels as though he is lying with the enemy, as though he is betraying the memory of his family. And yet he cannot regret this, can no longer find that deep abiding rage that has sustained him for so long. His family are gone, there is nothing he can do to bring them back and being angry with Marcus and his uncle and their little household here will not help.
He isn't sure that he has really managed to convey the full meaning of the eagle marking to Marcus, but then he was somewhat distracted at the time; a smug smile creeps onto his face as he remembers. The eagle is such a powerful symbol to the Romans, he remembers Marcus describing it by their campfire beyond the wall. 'The eagle is not a piece of metal. The eagle is Rome.' He remembers being stunned that Marcus didn't realise what the eagle of Rome would symbolise to Esca and his people, remembers the tense silence that night as the their differences seemed so much greater than could ever be overcome.
There had really been no other choice for the tattoo, to mark this latest change to Esca's life, it had to be an eagle and yet by choosing these designs he hopes he has succeeded in making this eagle, their eagle, British, making it Brigantes. He thinks that perhaps he has succeeded in stealing this eagle back from Rome. Let them rejoice over having their golden idol back but with his marking Esca is taking it back, letting Britain shape this story, just as she is shaping both he and Marcus.
The larger man murmurs and shifts slightly and Esca rolls onto his side to look at him. Marcus sleeps soundly, a look of pure contentment on his face as his arm wraps around Esca to draw him closer. Esca has never seen him this way before. He has seen him in pain, afraid, angry and also happy, delighted when they returned the eagle, but never this way, never with this quiet peaceful joy that radiates from him even as he sleeps. Esca's unease and irritation slough away as he reaches a gentle hand to rest on Marcus' arm and tuck his head against Marcus' shoulder.
There will no doubt be many arguments in the future, Esca is not an easy man and he already knows just how stubborn Marcus can be, but the warmth spreading through his chest from seeing Marcus this way assures him that they will overcome their differences, they will make a way together in this strange new Britain they inhabit.
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I absolutely loved the epilogue!
Thanks for writing this lovely story, anon!
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