Okay! This is slash guys and pretty graphic too, so if you're not a fan of this pairing then stop reading now! If you are then please enjoy some angsty sexy pining slash! It's just a one-shot that may develop into something more if you reviewers think I should. So let me know what you think! Enjoy!
AUTHORS NOTE: EDITED AND REVISED! Hopefully I've sorted out the errors and thus will make it more enjoyable for you readers! Hope you like!
Marcus found himself staring at Esca with stealthy glances whenever he could. He could not even begin fathom his own mind, the images that flickered unwillingly into his mind. He could not pinpoint when his feelings began to change, but everyday Esca was becoming more and more attractive to Marcus. At first he had believed it to be a simple fascination with Esca; for he was so different not just to Marcus but to anyone he had ever met. But then his eyes began to linger on Esca when they bathed together or when he worked topless in the field and he realised his feelings were something far deeper.
It was everything about Esca; the way he had to keep brushing his tousled light brown hair from his eyes as he worked. His striking grey-blue eyes which seemed to reflect a raging storm of emotion that his face always refused to display. A strong jaw and shapely lips, that Marcus felt a strange urge to touch. They always look so soft... He shook his head and went back to carving his figurine under the shade of the large tree where his back rested against.
However his mind clearly has other plans than carving a figure and yet again begun to wander back to Esca. Despite that, in Rome two men together was nothing new by any imagination, Esca was neither a Roman nor a slave. He was a freeman, Marcus's equal and his treasured friend. Marcus refused to do anything that would damage that. He would not bring shame to the honour of his friend by thinking such wanton thoughts. He allowed himself one last look. Esca's back was facing him now and even beneath the wool of the tunic Marcus could see the sinewy muscles flexing under it. He watches the strong muscles of his shoulders ripple as he lifts the wood he is chopping from the pile. But then as if Esca senses a presence watching him, in that unearthly way of his, he turns his head towards Marcus. Marcus's breath catches in his throat as he meets with those wild eyes. Beautiful and fierce, just as they were when Marcus had first seen him in the arena. He curses himself for being caught and looks down continuing with his work, chipping at the wood furiously with a refreshed determination, earning him a raised eyebrow from Esca.
He nicks his finger with the blade, his attention elsewhere, and although it was not a deep wound it began bleeding profusely. He hisses a little at the sting in his finger and inspects the cut. Esca notices this and walks briskly over and grabs his hand to inspect it. Normally Marcus would have dismissed his friend and said it was nothing but having Esca hold his hand in his, even though it was whilst peering at the wound, was a rare opportunity.
"It isn't deep, just my own carelessness. No need to worry" Marcus says with a steely determination to keep his voice calm. Esca observes it a little more and then slowly draws his tongue across the wound. The action of Esca's wet warm tongue on his finger causes Marcus to stop breathing; he can feel his heart leap to his throat and his skin begin to warm. Esca looks at him after he was satisfied that he wasn't serious "Would you like me to fetch you a bandage?" he asks.
Marcus who had now forgotten how to talk merely shakes his head, perhaps a little too violently, causing himself to feel dizzy. He gets up keeping his eyes away from Esca "My leg is causing me some discomfort I'm going to go and lie down for a while. Please do not disturb me" he says quietly and strides off. His finger tingles and burns not from the pain of the cut but from the intimate contact. Marcus imagines other things that Esca could lick and an immediate throbbing began to make him ache. He lays himself on the bed and tried to contain himself and his thoughts.
Thinking of anything, desperately, to try and distract himself. He knows he should try to ignore it, he does not want to shame his friend but he can no longer control himself. He withdraws himself from his tunic ripping it off and looks down to see himself so fully erect it is almost painful. Palming his member, he begins to work his shaft slowly at first but soon the tension is too much for him to bear. He looks at the finger Esca had licked and slowly draws his tongue across it, shuddering in the knowledge that Esca's tongue had been there. He begins to suck his finger more, adding another, lapping at them hungrily let his imagination take him to Esca and all the desire he held for his friend. He strokes himself harder and faster and with a low moan, finishes all over his chest and abdomen and a wordless 'Esca'; the only thing on his mind. He lets out a pleasurable sigh but his pleasure is soon replaced with shame. He covers his eyes with a thick arm and thinks about how he has just dishonoured his friend, feeling unwanted tears sting his eyes.
Esca paces around the courtyard where Marcus had just left him. He could not shake the feeling that it was very bizarre that Marcus's leg is hurting him despite it being early afternoon where he is often at his nimblest. He sets his mind and decides to make sure Marcus is alright, despite the Roman's request to be left alone. If he was in pain he could be very stubborn and was never willing to burden others if he could help it. He walks into the house and makes his way to Marcus's room letting his mind wander. Esca has grown to enjoy life here and he believes that whilst Rome had taken everything away that he had loved it has also given him somewhere to belong to, beside Marcus. He smiles a little at the thought of his friend, the burly Roman with a soft smile and infectious laugh.
However his smile soon faded to a worried frown as he came to the door hearing groans and panting. He listens closer only to become more confused as Marcus did not sound in pain. Unsure whether to simply walk in the room or leave him be. He settles for peeking through the keyhole and is almost bowled over by the sight before him. Marcus was lain naked on the bed; his muscular body gleaming with sweat as he stroked his member. Esca's body suddenly became hotter and his breath very rapid, it confused him as he knows that men hold no arousal for him. Yet this was Marcus, his dear friend who at this moment looked so very beautiful …he pulls his eyes away feeling shame for the thoughts he was having.
He is about to leave when Marcus does something that catches his attention. He raises the finger that he had cut earlier and began to suck on it slowly at first, letting his tongue caress his finger before putting it fully into his mouth following with others. His back arches and beads of sweat trickle down his body dipping into the contours of his muscles as they contract in pleasure. His moaning has become more impatient now and with a few strong jerks he releases himself, leaving a sticky mess on his stomach. Esca's heart feels like it is in his mouth, he is hard and uncomfortable against the wool of his tunic, the throbbing almost unbearable. He watches as Marcus looks at the finger again with a pained expression and then covers his eyes with his arm, his breathing beginning to steady. Esca gets up not wanting to be found in his state and shuts himself in his quarters. Was it a Roman thing to enjoy sucking fingers or cuts? He groans through clenched teeth as he remembers Marcus's beautiful tanned body, a stark contrast on the pale linen beneath him and the sounds that the Roman was making...
Esca growls and grips himself firmly, leaning against the door and thinking of Marcus; begins to stroke himself. He imagines Marcus finger's being replaced by something else, something belonging intimately to Esca and it does not take him long before he comes. His teeth bite into his bottom lip surpressing his moan and he bangs his head against the door with a shudder. It was enough but it was not as nearly satisfying as it would have been if it was Marcus touching him. He wipes himself off with a nearby rag; a single thought running through his mind, he wants to see Marcus like that again, he wants to make Marcus cry out like that and he knows he wants to do it very soon.
Newly edited and rewritten. Please let me know what you think! Thank you! :D