A/N: Major apologies are required for the lag between these chapters. *giganto-sadface* I've had absolutely no time with school and work. But here you go!

Warnings: Man lovins, slight d/s and power play

Disclaimer: I don't own this franchise but I sincerely wish I did.

Love, Requited

Chapter Five: You Don't Ever Forget Your First Time

The sun had long since been banished from the sky, and the thick darkness of a late autumn night floated heavy in the air of Lucus Argentus. The little redhead Briton boy, Afon, was lulling off to sleep behind the thick door of his bedroom, his mind and tongue exhausted from giving his new friends the tour of their new home, and absorbing the amazing stories they, in turn, told.

Three of said friends, Lucia, Nechtan and Aelia (even littler than Afon), were slowly dozing off across the hallway in their own bedroom, the husband and wife wrapped tightly in each other with their child snoozing warmly in the small cot beside their bed of pine-boughs.

But two other friends were not sleeping. The excitement of the day, like a strong liquor, hadn't yet washed out of Marcus and Esca, who were kissing passionately and openmouthed as Marcus fumbled with the key to the master bedroom, on the other side of the house.

Neither was sure what had come over them so suddenly, but neither was currently in the capacity to think, as waves of pure ecstasy washed over them at the feel of each other's velvet mouths and touch of heated hands, their numbing fingers hurriedly searching over silky skin, mapping stroke by stroke.

They slipped, blind, into the bedroom and Esca kicked the door shut with his foot. He dazedly clung to Marcus, his mind blurring together the memories of their previous embraces as he tongued over Marcus' perfectly crooked teeth, remembering their feel and taste, a subtlety of sweet and sour. Something like a silent sentence passed between them, and with his lover's sweet breath filling his weighted chest Esca felt Marcus melt in his searching hands. Marcus backed his tongue away as they still desperately kissed, letting Esca search through him frantically as they stumbled in the moonless darkness.

Esca felt his limbs renew with a new energy, like drunken summer sun; his back straightened and his arms clenched tightly onto Marcus, while Marcus' knees failed him and he strained his mouth open wider. Esca pushed the liquid Roman down onto the bed they had finally found, and Marcus collapsed, knees over the edge, seeping into the sheets.

And Esca, with his loving, but ridiculous smile filling his face, stood over him. Marcus' wet, brown eyes locked unseeingly onto Esca's dreamy, misty blue through the darkness. And while both men thought it, Esca spoke. "We need light if we're to do this right," he whispered, voice gravelly from Marcus' wet breath filling him. Marcus nodded, and Esca must have seen him then, for he quickly dipped from the room and tore a lit torch from its sconce in the hallway. His hand snapped it into the sconce inside, by the door, and then as soon as he had left Marcus, Esca was back, standing at Marcus' feet, watching as the firelight danced over him.

And every part of him felt that same, familiar, warm fuzziness, expanding from his chest and radiating out through his limbs from the drunken sun in his heart. Marcus' olive cheeks were blushed a beautiful magenta, and his watery eyes that snuck out from his kiss-tousled hair were pleading with the man above him.

Esca's loving smile turned sly as he gazed into Marcus' eyes. "A whole Roman all to myself..." he whispered, teasing, as he moved his hands to Marcus' knees and began to massage in long, slow circles.

A slow moan escaped Marcus' lips. "Please, Esca..."

And with that he felt something like a lion replace the sun in his chest, rearing its head and roaring out. Esca leaned down and fisted the bedsheets, pulling himself forward onto the broad chest of his lover and staring into his eyes, now ever closer than before. "I wonder what your old commanders would think of a Roman submitting himself to a Briton."

Marcus moaned again as he felt Esca's hands in his hair, and as Esca furiously kissed along the base of his neck. "You're mine now, Centurion."

"Fuck..."

Esca rolled his body deep into Marcus' as he now toothed along the Roman's collarbone, and felt Marcus' hard arousal against his own, through the ever-too-thick cloth. His hands drifted down from the black locks and slowly smoothed over Marcus' rough tunic, feeling the tensing muscles beneath, and settled on his hips where the tight sash of his belt lay. Blindly Esca loosened the leather away as he dragged his lips over Marcus' beet-red ears. Fisting the linen, Esca tugged up the tunic by its middle, and Marcus raised his arms up and over his head, letting Esca free him of the fabric distraction.

"One down," Esca whispered as he kissed at Marcus' ears, the centurion so willingly spread beneath his commanding touch.

"You're wearing too many clothes," Marcus said between strangled sighs, his mind blurred and endrunkened by Esca's finesse.

Esca shushed him as he lapped down Marcus' cheek and met his brown eyes. "We'll have - time for that - later," he said between slow kisses that gradually met Marcus' lips. "Now is the time - for your pleasure."

Esca felt Marcus open his lips to argue, so he rolled deeply into the Roman, and with teasing precision he neaped the mutual hardness of their braccae together, sending warm lightning to tingle through his lover. Marcus moaned softly against Esca's tongue, and exhaled sharply when he felt Esca's master hands seize hold of the knot on his braccae.

He opened his eyes and saw Esca staring down to him, his stormy eyes filled with the only question gone that had gone unspoken. Unspoken because it needn't be asked. May I?

And all Marcus could muster was a whispering yes before he felt Esca free him of the braccae and subligaculum in one cursory tug. Esca's kisses down his chest lingered like bonfires, their heat relaxing him further and further until he was afraid he'd melt like wax.

Lower and lower the Briton went, lapping around Marcus' navel and feeling the slightest hairs tickle at his chin. He was pushed deep into Marcus, the coarse cloth of his tunic softly scraping against Marcus' arousal, making him tightly whine at the spikes of rough pleasure as Esca continued his travels. "So impatient," Esca whispered as he nuzzled his nose into Marcus' black hairs between the ridges of his defined stomach.

Esca didn't want to admit he had no idea how to proceed, so he continued kissing slowly down as the trail became thicker and thicker, and Marcus' breath became more ragged. Then he felt the tiniest spot of wetness, warm and hard, against his chest and all his instincts hit him at once. Lift your chest. So he did.

And as he looked down, his prize appeared before him. Marcus' hard cock jutted proudly out to him, jerking shortly against the cold air, robbed from its warm entrapment. Its base was hidden in a forest of bushy, curling black hairs, and its tip was pink and glistening in the torchlight. Esca felt himself grow harder and his face burned with realization. This is because of me. He couldn't help the smile that took him over.

Esca grasped the hard length in his hands, and Marcus quietly gasped above him. It was hot, hotter even than that sun inside him, hotter than the lightning he sent through Marcus, so hot Esca was surprised he hadn't been burned.

"Yes Esca, yes," Marcus whispered as the Briton began leisurely strokes, as Esca felt the delicate skin slide over the hard muscle he was sure must have been made of solid fire. Esca slid down, setting his lips against the inside of Marcus' good thigh, pressing those same loving, too-slow kisses against his strong ripples. His movement was quicker than before, arching over the thigh, and soon Esca found himself kissing at the base of the cock he so admired.

Cold ice suddenly put out the sun inside him. The vivid memory of his first master pushing his perverted arousal deep down his throat flashed in his eyes. He felt the ignored gags in his throat replayed inside his neck, along with the sickening taste of his master finishing inside him, Esca forced to swallow.

Marcus whined again, as Esca had stopped his ministrations entirely. "Please, Esca, go on," he murmured into the night. "We've come this far." Esca was silent, and Marcus was desperate. Something clicked inside Marcus' intoxicated mind, and shame spread through him as he realized Esca's dilemma. "This is your choice, Esca; I would never force myself upon you in any way and you are my lover, not my slave. I love you." Esca felt the ice melt under the newfound intensity of his sun. "But please, in whatever way you choose, go on."

Renewed warmth spread through Esca again, and he smiled at his own foolishness. "Of course," he whispered. This would be nothing like that time. He was sure of it. Quickly, he kissed up the side of the hardness and arrived at its crown, where a tiny bead of liquid glistened before him. He lapped it away, and smiled as he saw Marcus staring down to him, his expression lost in arousal. "Not bad at all," Esca mumbled, his sly grin returning. "I think I'd like another taste."

Marcus groaned louder than ever before as he felt Esca's warmth surround the head of his cock, and slowly he hissed as Esca edged lower and lower. Marcus tasted of lavender and grass, and of salt and clean skin. Esca found himself wanting more and more, and he strained to take Marcus further until his nose was again nuzzled in Marcus' black hair. The cock was thick and long against his tongue as Esca slid up again, tantalizingly slowly.

Marcus did his best not to buck up into Esca's teasing mouth, but as his slides became faster and faster Marcus molded his hands around Esca's bobbing head, his hands drifting through the blonde hair as he felt himself coming closer and closer to the edge. It was all too new; Roman citizens didn't make love like this, and Marcus had an inkling that Britons didn't either.

Three fingers were suddenly pressed to Marcus' lips, and he snapped his mouth open and licked at them, biting gingerly as the shockwaves shot through him, growing higher and higher.

And as Esca felt a loud groan be muffled by his fingers, he slid from Marcus' cock and teasingly licked around the shaft. He dragged his slick fingers from Marcus' mouth, and fingered one down from the base of Marcus' scrotum and found the tiny, pink pucker. Gingerly he circled around it, relaxing the tense muscle, before suddenly plunging it into the heat. Carefully Esca ebbed in and out, loosening the opening and reveling in Marcus' deep groans.

With caution, Esca slid his second finger beside his first and pushed deep, while slowly mouthing his way up Marcus' stiff cock, licking at each vein. Marcus was hissing with each deeper thrust, feeling Esca brush his sweet spot and basking in the short sunshine that exploded from it. "Esca," he could barely speak, "I'm ready."

"So confident for never having done this before," Esca whispered as he added the third finger, making Marcus softly holler with painful joy as the thrusts became wider and deeper. Of course, Esca couldn't wait much longer either, as he felt his wetness start to leak through his tunic, leaving spots.

And then Esca slid his mouth atop Marcus' cock again, sheathing the entirety of his length inside his mouth and nestling his nose into the patchouli-scented forest as he moved his fingers knuckle-deep. Marcus nearly shouted out in ecstasy, the lightning stronger that ever before and tensing his muscles tight. "Esca-aaaa... I'm going to-"

Esca slithered his fingers out from within his lover, and quickly banished the cock from his mouth. "Not yet, you aren't." He stood over Marcus, and slowly massaged the Roman's kneecaps again. Marcus was panting like a tired dog in the heat of summer, his skin glistening and his eyes burning, and his flat expression quickly turned playful as he searched over Esca.

"I see we need to get you out of those clothes," he said, spying the wet spots that dotted his tented braccae.

Esca chuckled as he loosened his belt and tugged off his tunic, and shivered as the cold night air caressed his gleaming skin. "I've done enough work," he sighed, and fell lightly beside Marcus on the bed, turning to meet his lover's lips.

And as soon as he struck the linen Marcus' hands were on him. He was no longer a molten Roman; he had regained his strength as one thought filled his mind: Esca. Immediately he had untied the knot on Esca's braccae, and Esca sighed sharply when they were tugged away and Marcus rolled his hand over the tent in Esca's subligaculum.

Esca's hand had found its way back to Marcus' cock by the time that his own was free and swiftly swelling in Marcus' thick palm. They were encapsulated in their kiss, their jerking becoming faster and faster until Marcus fell away, to Esca's whine and displeasure. "Esca," he said, "I love you."

"I know." Esca dipped down again to resume the kiss, but Marcus spoke, his lovedrunken voice beautifully focused and clear.

"Fuck me," he whispered. "I want you to take my flower, Esca."

"You sound like a woman." Hushed whispers came between ragged kisses.

"I don't care what I sound like; we've waited long enough."

Marcus pressed a vial of oil into his hand, summoned from some place - Esca didn't care where; the only thing that mattered was that it was in his hand now, and it was Marcus who gave it to him. His thoughts were becoming more and more juvenile, his mind unable to piece together his normal deep expressions, sopping wet with the liquor feeling of Marcus' hands on him. Esca's breathing grew heavier and he managed to grunt through his vibes, "Marcus, wait... I'm about to go..."

And right then, at his command, Marcus let go, leaving Esca's glistening cock struck stark against the night air. Esca was sliding off the sheets, the vial clutched in his hand, and he stood again at the bed's edge, between Marcus' knees. If Marcus was going to deny Esca his pleasure, then he'd certainly pay. Marcus quickly shuffled down to where his lover stood, and he raised his legs and wrapped them around Esca's middle. "Fuck me Esca, do it now," he moaned. He knew how desperate he sounded, but didn't care, because he felt Esca's fingers inside him again and he did all he could just to thrust himself farther down upon them.

And Esca opened the vial with his teeth, and dribbled its contents down over his cock, never ceasing his hands' ministrations. Marcus watched as he tantalizingly coated his length with the grease, and used all his strength to keep from snagging hold of the damned beautiful thing and just fucking himself on it.

"Esca, I'm ready," he said, in the same inebriated but clear voice.

"You don't ever forget your first time," Esca whispered as he removed his fingers and left Marcus hungrily empty. "Besides, Roman, how have you never bedded anybody?"

Marcus was not in the mood for lengthy anecdotes. "I was waiting for the right one."

"Ah, but how did you know I'd find you?" Marcus felt even more desperate at Esca's words, but he fell silent as he felt something large and warm enough to make him deeply moan press against his entrance.

"Every man has his soulmate." Marcus gasped as Esca slowly swirled the head of his cock against him.

"Tell me, Roman," Esca said, pushing ever so slightly into the warmth, "How does it feel to be dominated by one of your hated Britons?"

"A thousand sorts of wonderful." Marcus could barely speak again. "I love you so much," he whispered.

"Marcus," Esca suddenly sounded stern. "Are you sure? Because from here I won't be holding back."

"Always and completely." Marcus wasn't even making sense anymore, but it didn't matter because Esca was pushing deep inside him and Esca's thick cock was stretching him and loving him in so many ways that felt too damn good to be true.

But it was slow, much too slow, as Esca finally buried himself to the hilt inside the Roman. Marcus was moaning deeply and his eyes pleaded across to the stormy greyness. Esca slowly edged back, but then Marcus bucked down into him and a newfound courage lit in Esca's heart, and the sun grew brighter and brighter inside him.

Fuck, was it painful, but it was so damned good every time Esca's length stroked over his sweet spot, igniting the lightning and making him want to yell with pleasure. Esca was thrusting into him with a vigor so acute the lightning was nearly continuous, and Marcus could barely control himself. He let his yells out into the air and Esca fucked him even harder into the sheets, the tight warmth too much.

"Esca..." Marcus' yells of his name never stopped as he groaned through the layers of lightning. "Escaaa..."

"I love you so much," Esca managed, thrusting deep and hard. "I love you so very damn much, Marcus."

And that was enough for Marcus to spill over the edge, ribbons and ribbons of seed pouring over his stomach and sliding into the virgin linens as he came and came and came. But Esca didn't stop, pushing ever faster and harder and deeper, and he leaned down to lick Marcus' stomach clean as he pushed and pushed into the tightness.

Marcus growing weaker and felt that melting feeling again, his entire body rife with pleasure but now painful with overstimulation as Esca continued to fuck him, now harder than ever before. And just when he was sure that he was going to melt into the sheets, Esca thrust his deepest ever and came inside him, the heat enough to make his melted body boil.

"Marcus..." Esca said as he collapsed onto Marcus' sticky, steaming torso, the last vestiges of his seed still feebly pumping as his now-softened cock slid unceremoniously out from his lover. "Marcus..."

"Now is not the time for words," Marcus whispered. He felt sleep lulling him away, but did his best to fend it off. "Thank you so much."

Esca's voice was swimming with drowsiness as well. "You are always welcome," he murmured, "That was just about the best thing ever." His mind had yet to sober and his thoughts still better belonged to children.

"I love you," Marcus whispered, as his heavy eyelids fell shut. Esca clung to him, sweaty and dirty but careless, and already asleep.

It was needless to be said.