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Current mood:	nostalgic
Entry tags:	bbtp, rating: nc-17, the eagle (movie)

Fic: BBTP - The Eagle

Title: Status and Position
Author: Spaghettitoes
Rating: ...NC-17
Word Count: ~1,200
Fandom/Pairing: The Eagle (movie) – Esca/Marcus
Warnings: I aim to be as historically accurate as the source. Ye olde improvised lube.
Summary: The boys are settled on their horse farm in Spain when feelings are uncovered. Marcus is disturbed that his feelings are not wholly compliant with what Roman society expects of a man in his position.
A/N: Written last minute with the wonderful help of Amo_Amas_Amat – there’s more in my brain but I couldn’t get it all out in time for BBTP.
Declaration: I have nothing to do with whoever made this movie or the author of the original book. I continue to maintain this is their loss.

Status and Position

Once the farm was purchased it took little time for the passions between Marcus and Esca to become evident. Their first time together was apprehensive but Esca was confident from the heat as their flesh touched and Marcus’s ardent grip that there was better to come. With the passing days they had explored each other further but there remained a hesitance in Marcus’s mood and a demure air to their conversations. The Dimeurzh that followed Esca had entered their home to find Marcus staring thoughtfully at the cooking fire, “You could at least cook over it while you think, my insides growl.”

“I am not your woman or your slave!” Snapped Marcus, “Cook your own food.”

Esca stopped and looked at him, “I thought we cooked for each other. Or am I your slave again, Roman?”

Marcus frowned regretfully, hunching closer to the fire in imitation of apology. With a glance at Esca, Marcus forced his courage,” What do your people think of men like us?”

“Horses breed themselves but we lack the skill to grow crops,” laughed Esca, falling into his seat and picking up the piece of wood he carved idly. 

“That is not what I meant. Men who lie together – what is thought of them?”

Esca examined Marcus’s face, “Much as Romans, I imagine. Two men may form a bond, brothers in arms at battle and...”

“Equals?”

“Of course,” Esca moved forward in his chair slightly, “is this why I have only heard of Romans taking slaves to their beds?”

Marcus nodded reluctantly, “I do not hold you in this regard but I have thoughts...desires, which would be unfitting for a Roman of my status. I find myself in conflict.”

“These wants, would their result be visible to the people we meet at market, the men who tend the fields or those who keep house for us?”

Marcus shook his head, “Not unless you saw me differently for them, treated me as...”

“As a Roman lover might treat you?” Scoffed Esca, “The bed is mine...ours. It is no man’s place to know what passes there but us. You honour me as an equal to any that we meet and I would do no less for you.”

Marcus looked up, a reluctant but hopeful smile beginning to form, “So if I should wish to...serve you, as a wife might, you would not think less of me?”

Esca’s heart beat faster, “I never could.”

“And you can excuse my apprehension?”

Esca laughed, putting his knife and carving aside, “Of course, I hope I can help to dispel any doubt which may remain.”

“You do?” There was a greater hope in Marcus’s eyes than Esca had seen since their first embrace and it gave him confidence.

“I wish your thighs around me, your body beneath mine. To feel you alive with my devotion to you, to bring you pleasure like you have never known.”

Marcus swallowed hard, “You...” he laughed with anxious anticipation, “As ever your words entice me.”

Esca smiled, “It is my intention to seduce you.”

“You are successful,” Marcus stood, taking a cautious step towards Esca’s bedroom, “come, beguile me further with your tongue.”

Esca hurried to follow Marcus, running hands across his shoulders appreciatively, “Should you wish to entertain my tongue I shall ensure it does not disappoint.”

The curtain fell closed and Marcus turned to welcome the first of Esca’s kisses, “It never has before.” Marcus was open and relaxed, indulging Esca in long, deep kisses as they undressed and fell into bed. Esca answered the desperate grasp Marcus had on him with tender exploration, hands and mouth sure in every touch.

Marcus was laid before him, glorious in his naked vulnerability and Esca muttered his native words against the sun bronzed skin, praising every line of muscle and sinew with his lips. As he caressed Marcus’s arms Esca praised their strength, remembered how they flexed when Marcus calmed wayward stags.

Esca buried his face in Marcus’s stomach, words lost as he delved his tongue into the well defined groves. He moved lower, carefully holding Marcus’s erection as he kissed the strong thighs surrounding him. When he reached Marcus’s scarred knee Esca was careful to trace it gently and kiss the sensitive skin around it.

Esca kissed Marcus’s hip in brief apology, “Allow me a moment,” he stood, collecting the medicinal balm from the side of the room and dipping his fingers into the heavily scented mixture.

Marcus looked at Esca, “My leg does not trouble me.”

Esca smiled, “It is not your leg I wish to soothe,” he watched the uncertain pleasure as Esca slipped his fingers between Marcus’s cheeks, working and turning them to soften and relax his muscles. Leaning forward Esca kissed Marcus until he gasped at the continued massage.

“You…this is not solely functional?”

Esca chuckled against Marcus’s flushed skin, “Would Rome deny you all pleasure?”

Marcus pulled Esca closer, erection brushing against his arm with every eager movement of Marcus’s hips, “I am disheartened with my people for the misconception they have bred in me,” Marcus breathed heavily against Esca’s cheek, “Deny me no longer, Esca.”

Esca nodded, resting on his knees and moving Marcus’s legs gently, “You may need a moment of adjustment.”

Marcus raised and extended his good leg so his foot rested on Esca’s shoulder with an undeniable tug closer, “Deny me no longer or I shall take what is due me.”

Esca laughed in amusement as he spread a thin layer of salve over his own member, “And you feared supplicancy would result here?” Marcus rose to meet him and Esca slid so slowly inside he thought he might fall forever to the sound of Marcus’s awe. Esca began to move in a gentle, miniscule undulation he might not have noticed but for the appreciative sound Marcus made.

Encouraged, Esca built up force and speed, his own tongue re-emerging to claim and praise the man beneath him. He encouraged Marcus’s leg to circle his waist and leant forward, freeing a hand to smooth it up and down Marcus’s erection as they kissed.

Marcus cursed and praised his Roman gods and Esca in equal measure, spilling his seed across Esca’s chest with stuttered curses and trembling limbs. Esca slowed and when Marcus was able he pulled them closer together and demanded Esca’s pleasure be given to him. Esca was happy to oblige and his fingers dug into Marcus’s thick hips as he lost himself in his lover.

Marcus supported him when Esca collapsed forward, held and engulfed by substantial, warm limbs. Marcus kissed Esca’s face, “An army of men like you and Rome would be happily conquered.”

Esca laughed with gentle dismissal, “I have its favourite son, what more could I want of Rome?”

Marcus kissed Esca possessively, “I would give you an empire if you asked for it.”

Esca settled along Marcus’s side, stroking his chest with reassurance, “Your happiness and mine is all I could ask for. Keep no want from me and let me honour your love.”

Marcus nodded with resolve and turned to hold Esca’s back and keep them close, “Then teach me your tongue. I would know the words you speak against my skin like one of your warrior-poets composing an ode to a battle won.”

Esca chuckled happily, “I will try.”