royalty/servant au + having angry sex in a library? requested by anon

tags/warnings: issues of consent

ships: marsab


Sabo slams the door of the library open, his coat swirling around his calves and his eyes burning, and the soft chatter immediately stops. He scans the room and locks eyes with Marco, perched upon a ladder high, and says through gritted teeth, "Get out."

The other servants pause, he can tell, titters of confusion in the air like they're tiny birds, and he turns, eyes blazing. "Get out!"

A rush of panicked movement flutters by him, clothes and people brushing his shoulders, and he steps further into the library. The doors close on a soundless space, and Sabo catches Marco on the ground now, hands careful as he places down the books he'd been shelving.

"Your highness?" he asks, slowly, "Is something the matter?"

Rage burns hot and fast in him again, and Sabo crosses the library fast, rocking onto the balls of his feet so they're eye to eye. "You like me, don't you."

It isn't a question, and he can tell Marco knows by how his eyes go wide.

"I-" he says, cheeks slowly flaring red, "I think you're clever, and I enjoy our conversations, yes-"

Sabo scoffs. "Don't play the fool, it doesn't fucking suit."

Marco's cheeks turn redder, and there's guilt in his eyes now. It makes Sabo nod, suspicions confirmed, and he finally says what he came to say; "Well then you'll fuck me, won't you."

Marco's eyes go wide. "What?" he squeaks, and for a bare moment Sabo's lips curve into an amused smile. Than, memory of his fate returns and his smile fades.

"Fuck me," he says again, "I want you to fuck me." This time Marco only looks at him in concern, having picked up on the rage in his tone, but Sabo really doesn't fucking care right now, and the weight of his time limit rests on his shoulders like sand from an hourglass burying him.

"You- why- now?" Marco asks, and Sabo's grin is bitter.

"Why not?" he says, "No better time than the present."

"Your highness," Marco says, almost aghast in how he says it, but there's a panic underlying it and so Sabo takes a deep breath and tries to figure out how to explain.

"My parents- my parents think they can just sell me off- trade me- that they can ignore me, that they can- "his breathing has gone ragged, and he grits his teeth, hands sliding up Marco's chest till he can fasten them around the lapels of Marco's shirt and pull him in close. Marco refuses, however, even as Sabo's voice drops into something that's near a plead. "If it's you- I don't care. And you love me, so you won't care, either, will you?"

"I don't want to do this," Marco says softly, and his face is pained and sad. "Please, I'm sure there's another way, yoi."

"What other way? I'm to be trained in an hour, and I'm not having one of the only things I thought I'd get to control get taken away from me. Marco, fuck me. Or I'll find someone else to do it, and I know they won't be nearly as kind."

Marco's laugh is breathless; desperate. "Don't think I'll be kind," he says, and the admittance sounds like it hurts. "I have wanted you for far too long, your highness."

"Sabo," he insists, and when he pulls Marco down by his collar again, Marco doesn't fight.