poziomeczka: ([erw] the queen of south)
SUGARCUBES, your dear Reverend is late again and atrociously unapologetic about it. Educashun, as the beautiful Bishop [livejournal.com profile] lulahbelle calls it, has kept me occupied both over the Easter Break (I have literally managed to read *one* Big Bang, from my ambitious plan to at least read three) and now that I'm back at merciless uni, two weeks before the exam session and my fucking placement of doom (that I will flirt, love, harass, molest, beg and weep my way through) I haven't even had time to catch my breath (or some sleep for that matter. SLEEP WOULD BE GOOD). HOWEVER, my beauties! With your firm flanks and bushy manes (uhm as Esc and Mrc would phrase it?)! I have not stop loving you!  


Make sure to wish our honourary Cleric [livejournal.com profile] stellarsara a very happy birthday in the post below (or here)! And check out the ABSOLUTE BEAUTY OF A BIG BANG MULTIMEDIA FILL that [livejournal.com profile] bachaboska made for [livejournal.com profile] dustfinger223's magical HP-cross-over Big Bang fic:  Solidarity (and Some Kind of Integrity).

With that said, my lovely congregates, I would like to invite you all for another week of joyful porn parades! 
LOVE, LAUGH, PORN.



Principiis obsta )
    
PORN ON ME HEARTIES <3!
poziomeczka: ([chan] bang bang)
MUNCHINS, LEPRECHAUNS, MY CHARMING APRIL ELVES. Fuck me sideways, I'm tired. I wish the Big Bangs would take care of my assignments so I could read them instead. However, here we are! Greeting another lovely spring into the fandom. April is actually a rather emotional month since a year a go, in April, I wrote my first (admittedly horrible) fic. Memories of torment and procrastination come flooding abound. Since it's April Fools' or Gawkin' Day as it's been called here in Scotland (does anyone even call it that still? Apart from me that is? But I live in like 19th century), the Reverend [livejournal.com profile] ladytiferet and I (well, mostly the Reverend since I was in no mental state to decide anything) decided to provide you with some light-hearted entertainment this time :) 

And with April showers, and sunshine, daffodils and the promise of creme eggs (for some *nudge nudge*) I would like to greet you *most warmly* to another Sunday Service, let fic pop up everywhere like the pasty British folk do on the fields the second the fiery sky deity is out of the clouds. Have a wonderful time! Discuss plot ideas and kinks and write, laugh, love and porn! 

poziomeczka: ([jamie bell] milkshake)
GUMMY BEARS, CABBAGE PATCH KIDS, SUGARCUBES,  Flock, congregation, my firm believers.
Your ever faithful Reverends would like to humbly grovel for your forgiveness yet again, as this most modest and unconvinced of her own awesomeness Reverend has been so incredibly busy for the past weeks she has had hardly any time to attend to hers and yours spiritual and porny needs. She has slaved away, not by the beds of sexy Centurions, but over essays and she  is so happy that she can return to youse even if briefly.

Awright, writing about myself in the third person is kind of fucking weird, so I'll stop. 
FLOCK, I miss you. I've been pretty much MIA because of either wonderful, beautiful and gorgeous guests like your faithful Bishop [livejournal.com profile] lulahbelle or trying to finish dissertation proposals and class projects and freaking out over placements like a little bitch. It does my heid in cause this is like a fucking fiesta in this fandom, with [livejournal.com profile] eagle_exchange and [livejournal.com profile] eagle_bigbang, I haven't even had the time to catch up with all the masterpieces and yet they keep popping out like flowers in the midst of spring. Very fitting too! 

My lovely little raindrops of last days of March, I'd love to present to you  yet another Sunday Service, I have glimpsed so many new faces recently so I cannot but hope and see them during our porny masses. Kick back, relax and enjoy the show, the service and the ceremony. Porn with thy neighbour, for that is the will of the gods of m/m erotica! 


that sound? that was me, *chewing* the bed )
poziomeczka: ([jbells] laughing (black and white))
Parishoners, if you are not watching the lovely [livejournal.com profile] eagle_exchange you really should, there's some absolutely incredible fic being posted daily!  Various genres, various kinks but all of our favourites, I assure you. 

I apologize (once again, jeez, had I not been British I'd be sick of saying I'm sorry by now) for the lateness but I've been so horribly busy with essays and uni work, I've had very little online time available and when I do get it, it's usually so I can read a fic with one eye whilst the other looks at some dire academic paper. To all those I owe a PM to, I shall respond as soon as I can and the Reverend loves you long time, don't you worry!
ALBEIT, my pumkinpies, not all is dull as a dishwasher in the the life of your Reverend, I am proud to announce that Bishop [livejournal.com profile] lulahbelle is going to do me the honour of joining me for a highland fling this weekend; a whisky-fuelled, fangirling raid of shenanigans. I can hardly wait! 

I'm most PLEASED to greet you for yet another Sunday Service!!!  Especially my new added friends, my new fandom castanets that tap the beat to which my fannish feet must dance! As you can see we are trying once again, to keep ourselves b back on schedule and we hope we shall not make you roll your eyes and tap your feet impatiently in anticipation of another. Hello and welcome to all the faces, those familiar ones and those completely new! Enjoy yourselves, exchange ideas, laugh, love, play and porn.
    


can you call someone a jizz cock? )

CANADA EH!

Feb. 21st, 2012 06:11 am
poziomeczka: ([jb] crack up)
FARMHANDS CONGREGATION, I apologise, once more for the delay but the Reverend has passed out yesterday, embarrassingly early, after a day of frolicking in the Canadian tundra and moose chariot-racing. My fellow Reverend and I are proud to say that we are still striving to make it a national sport over here but I'm afraid it might still be a close call with hockey. I fail to understand the appeal, why have sticks when you can have antlers? 
Flock, ever since Reverend [livejournal.com profile] ladytiferet and I have decided to quit our devotion to the Gods of Porn and become Happy Gay and Reverential Farmers, things have been tough and entirely not how we imagined. Instead of cute baby goats we have a horde of fugly-arse dogs that puke further than they can see.  Not all is lost however, as we have turned the place around into an idyllic porn gateaway, playing hosts to the brilliant, crème de la crème of The Eagle pornography [livejournal.com profile] lallyloo
[livejournal.com profile] planejaneand [livejournal.com profile] tracy7307‚Äč.  Porn has been read (and *ahem* a certain someone with a hot English accent should totally make a podfic *ahem*), porn has been watched, vodka has been consumed, shots have been done and porn has been written. In the words of the Borg, we have become one in the Collective and the porny deities have been temporarily appeased with Curiosity
We had a smashin' time and it was heartbreaking how quickly we had to part. But I hope that The Eagle Porn Getaway Crew will be reunited once more before long. I would like to dedicate this mass to those lovely, fabulous, brilliant ladies and to my beautiful fellow Reverend, who is well, herself. And that is more than enough. 
    

GAY PORN EH! )
poziomeczka: ([st.john] though who shall come last)
AMAZONS AND OTHER BEAUTIFUL CREATURES, your Reverends are known for many things. For their fervour, general obnoxiousness, loudness and BLATANT impropriety. Sadly, time-keeping is not one of those things. Which is why this Reverend right here is left once again to PROFUSELY  apologize for the gross neglect the masses have recently been met with. Unfortunately, I do not think scrawling 'COULD NOT REVISE FOR RELIGIOUS/BLASPHEMOUS REASONS' on the cover page of my exam would have secured me a pass. Though then again, I might have as well have written than. It would break the flow of bullshit I ended up settling for nicely. Exams might be over and done with but sadly higher education still seems intent on ruining my life. However, enough about me. I hope that the most tragic hiatus the Sunday Service had to suffer, has not send you into throes of despair. OR WORSE, purity. Urgh, I dread to think of you, my beautiful dirty-minded flock, all sparkly and shiny and *pure* in your white robes. IT IS A FRIGHTFUL AND FORBIDDING IMAGE. 
I am filled with hope that this dark scenario has not taken place and that you shall come floating in with your usual enthusiasm. I'd also like to assure you that from this Sunday on, we're right back on schedule. 

AND AGAIN, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES AND FICS AND ART. YOU MAKE ME FEEL ABASHED WITH ALL THE LOVE. I AM BUT THE HUMBLE SERVANT OF THE PEOPLE. ENTIRELY UNWORTHY OF YOUR PASSIONATE AFFECTION. AND YET YOU MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A MONARCH. CROWN AND COAT ALL IN TOW. 
    

porn on, my beautiful! )
poziomeczka: ([st.john] moors)
MY STUNNING PARISHIONERS, I apologize PROFUSEDLY for the fact that this Sunday Service is very much well...a Wednesday  Service. I shall forever grovel for your forgiveness, good flock. However, as you know I'm on kinda-sorta-hiatus and only peeking in to have a break from my less-than-tenacious studying. I will be back with a bang and half once 18th passes. 
AND HERE WE ARE in the fresh, new year. I hope you all had wonderful, sweet time with your families and loved ones. That it was positively exhausting and you wanted to kill someone over dinner, because you know it's not really Christmas without a serious body-count. I also expect you have had plenty of belligerent fun and smooched some innocent souls over crisp Champagne, corrupting them forever. I HOPE WE WILL HAVE ANOTHER BLESSED YEAR OF FROLICKING AND PORNING, STIMULATING CONVERSATIONS AND BEAUTIFUL FICS. 

MY FELLOW REVEREND (whom I owe a great many thanks) AND I WOULD LIKE  TO WELCOME YOU TO YET ANOTHER SUNDAY SERVICE. Whether you are returning for yet another mass to sustain your mortal soul or whether you, led by curiosity or the illuminating light of porn, are here to experience the service for the first time. I would like to issue a warm warm welcome to ALL. EVERYONE WHO KNOCKS WILL BE WELCOME. ALWAYS.

    

stay golden! )



Prompt 3

Esca/Marcus - modern AU, bar brawl, rough sex
Esca and Marcus get into a serious bar fight, preferably on opposite sides and end up fucking each other's brains out.
Maybe they knew each other before. Maybe they belong to rival gangs/frats/subcultures. It's all up to the AA, as long as there is some snarling and biting involved :).

FILLED:
[livejournal.com profile] lulahbelle's A stranger's rule 



 ORPHANAGE

I would like to announce (and remind) you all that one of our beautiful orphans, a strong, muscular and true has been adopted by the saucy [livejournal.com profile] ideserveyou in:
11) Esca/Marcus, canon era, uniform kink
So, one day, for whatever reason (nostalgia? IDK) Marcus puts on his old centurion uniform. Esca walks in/helps him put it on, and finds it fuckhot. Nature takes its course. ;)

FILLED: the time before
last week's orphans

Prompt 1

Esca/Liathan (Seal Prince)/Marcus - cuddling
Esca falls ill/has an accident while staying with the Seal Tribe, and both the Seal Prince and Marcus are concerned about his health. Esca delirious with fever, with Liathan and Marcus each at one of his sides.

I invisioned that the Prince and Marcus would be fighting over Esca's affection, while all Esca wants is release. He wouldn't care if it were only one or both of them.

Also it would be funny if Esca was all cuddly with them and didn't remember a thing when he was better, or at least only vaguely, but it's up to the author.

a rather inspired comment by miss aeroport_art

Prompt 2

Esca/Marcus
Esca wants to know why Marcus saved him.

Prompt 4

[AU] Esca/Marcus
Hexcuse me, but where is the prison AU? Esca as the top dog who takes newbie Marcus under his wing to protect him from the Seal Prince, Marcus running the show with Esca as his fiercely loyal second in command- I DON'T CARE JUST PLEASE LET THIS EXIST!



Prompt 1 

Esca/Marcus
inspired by this photo of Channing Tatum
After returning from the north, Marcus gets a little too comfortable and gains a little weight. He hates it and wants to lose it, but Esca secretly loves it.
THIS HAS BEEN MOST THOUGHTFULLY SUGGESTED BY OUR LOVELY DEACON [livejournal.com profile] lallyloo AND HOW COULD I IGNORE SOMETHING SO SUPERB? I THINK NOT. 


Prompt 2 

Esca/Marcus - watersports
Remember in the movie, after his surgery Marcus asks Esca, "Did I shame myself?" and Esca says, "No."
Well, imagine Marcus did actually wet himself, and Esca was immensely turned on changing Marcus from his soiled . Fast forward, Esca likes Marcus to lose control of his bladder, and Marcus discovers he likes to let it go, and be taken care of afterwards by Esca.

SUGGESTED BY THE WONDROUS ARCHBISHOP [livejournal.com profile] riventhorn AND I KNOW THAT THE ENTHUSIASM FOR IT HAS BEEN PREVIOUSLY SHOWN BY LOVELY [livejournal.com profile] planejane AND LET'S BE HONEST, THE IDEA IS APPEALING. 
FILLED BY LOVELY [livejournal.com profile] tracy7307 in Deep by Deep

Prompt 3

Esca/Marcus (writer/literary agent AU)
Esca is very eccentric and popular writer. Marcus is his agent who keeps him alive when Esca is working (he's making him diners and doing his laundry...). Marcus is basically his slave who can't even work with other authors because Esca is really possessive (also evil). One day Marcus discovers that in his free time Esca writes porn stories about Marcus the Centurion and his slave Esca...stories that couldn't be more different form what is happening between Esca and Marcus in their real life (and that means Esca making Marcus life miserable and Marcus lusting after him in his pathetic puppy-like way).

*YOU*, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. I'M LOOKING AT YOU. IT HAS YOUR NAME ON IT.
*COUGH* WHAT I MEAN TO SAY IS, THIS IS AN ADORABLE AND LOVELY PROMPT IN NEED OF ADOPTION. 

Prompt 4

Esca/Marcus - Regency! AU, Austen style h/c, UST, repressed!guys
Marcus and Esca are countryside-dwelling aristocracy, and they are neighbours, have been for a couple of months now, but they've just met during a hunt. The sparks flew, instant chemistry, but both of them are properly repressed and distrustful, so nothing happened.

Several days later, in the middle of a big storm, Marcus finds Esca unconscious in the fields, drenched and feverish. Apparently, he felt unwell earlier and when he went riding he fell off his horse.
Marcus carries him to his house and takes care of him Austen-style.

There is a lot of perving on unconscious Esca, maybe some help with changing , wiping off sweat, feeding, whole lotta of repressed UST, and a happy end ;]

REMEMBER 'ORANGES ARE NOT THE ONLY FRUIT'? WHAT THE HELL TO HAPPENED TO THE GENIUS THAT WAS THAT FIC? WE EVIDENTLY NEED ANOTHER AU WITH WAISTCOATS AND CRAVATS. GET ON IT, FLOCK. GET ON IT. 

I hope that you have genuinely enjoyed our prompts for this
evening/very early morning and that they will spice things up for you
this week and PLEASE ALL YOUR SENSES. As always we are very open to
all everyone old and new, be whether you'd like to suggest prompts
for next week's Service or just let us know of things more
general, do not hesitate to contact us via PM or email or you know, a
pigeon.

We remain,
Your Obedient Servants in Porn.
The Reverends

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poziomeczka: ([jamie bell] santa hat)
My beautiful gift-givers, hard-working reindeer, frisky little elves. A GRAVID moment has come to the Eagle fandom as I am bold enough to assume that this is our first Christmas spent together! And *definitely* first Christmas for our dear Service here! And for myself, and I know for a fact, for a couple of others; it's also the first Christmas on LJ!
MAY THE FESTIVE MOOD BRING TO YOU A NEW DEGREE OF SALACIOUS CRAVINGS. MAY THE CANDY CANES BE USED TO SPANKING AND RIBBONS FOR BONDAGE. MAY YOUR PRESENTS BE UNFIT TO BE SHOWN TO YOUR PARENTS AND EASILY OFFENDED FRIENDS. MAY THE MULLED, SPICE WINE MAKE YOU KINKY, FLUSHED AND MERRY.
THE LORDS OF PORN WILL GRIN UPON THE LAND AND WE SHALL FEAST UPON CARPS, TURKEYS, PUDDINGS AND BREAKFAST CEREAL.

MY FELLOW REVEREND AND I WOULD LIKE YOU TO WELCOME TO YET ANOTHER SUNDAY SERVICE. Whether you are returning for yet another mass to sustain your mortal soul or whether you, led by curiosity or the illuminating light of porn, are here to experience the service for the first time. I would like to issue a warm warm welcome to ALL. EVERYONE WHO KNOCKS WILL BE WELCOME. ALWAYS.



poziomeczka: (Default)
MY ROYAL MISTRELS! MY SWEET, JIBING JESTERS, MY KNIGHTS AND PRINCESSES, KINGS AND QUEENS. BOYS AND GIRLS...YOUR RESIDENT REVEREND MIGHT STILL BE A WEE BIT TIPSY FROM THE VERY LIBERATE AMOUNT OF SPIRITS SHE HAS CONSUMED TODAY. However!!! My love rings pure and strong and true and is not just a by-product of festive boozin'. I ASSURE YOU FLOCK, I SHALL NOT BE CONFESSING MY LOVE SOLELY DUE TO HITTING THE CEREMONIAL WINE A BIT TOO HARD.
I am sure, beautiful Reverend Tif who happens to be sombre and sober as it is expected of any self-respecting Reverend, would NEVERTHELESS agree!!!!!

MY FELLOW REVEREND AND I WOULD LIKE YOU TO WELCOME TO YET ANOTHER SUNDAY SERVICE. Whether you are returning for yet another mass to sustain your mortal soul or whether you, led by curiosity or the illuminating light of porn, are here to experience the service for the first time. I would like to issue a warm warm welcome to ALL. EVERYONE WHO KNOCKS WILL BE WELCOME. ALWAYS.







Happy Pre-Holidays! )
poziomeczka: ([st.john] fire and brimstone)
MY BELOVED HIGH CLASS ESCORTS FLOCK. Last week has yet again bore fruit from most delicious and sinful orchard, and the Lords of Porn did grin upon us with kindness.

Your lechery, obscenity and down right libertinism, shown so wantonly each week has yet again left me and my fellow Reverend at a loss for words, our hearts swelling with pride.


MY FELLOW REVEREND AND I WOULD LIKE YOU TO WELCOME TO YET ANOTHER SUNDAY SERVICE. Whether you are returning for yet another mass to sustain your mortal soul or whether you, led by curiosity or the illuminating light of porn, are here to experience the service for the first time. I would like to issue a warm warm welcome to ALL. EVERYONE WHO KNOCKS WILL BE WELCOME. ALWAYS.



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Particeps criminis ! )
poziomeczka: ([tin tin] quiff)
AHOY, WELCOME, BIENVENUE, WILKOMMEN, WITAJCIE, FAILTE AND WHATEVER THE HELL YESE BLOODY WANT.
after those couple of weeks of hiatus, enforced by matters outside of human control, we're back in business!
Since in the past couple of weeks I've also managed to meet more of the churchgoers face-to-face that I could have expected and I'd like to issue an honourable special mention to [livejournal.com profile] motetus and [livejournal.com profile] lalazee for being thousand times adorable, awesome and hilarious. I'd also like to issue another one for my current and patient guest, who might not be a mass-goer herself but is nevertheless an epitome of faith [livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil BUT ABOVE ALL AND PLEASE DO NOT HOLD IT AGAINST ME, BUT I WOULD LIKE TO ABUSE MY REVEREND POWERS AN DEDICATE THIS MASS TO MY FELLOW REVEREND [livejournal.com profile] ladytiferet WHO HAS BEEN PARTED FROM ME, STOLEN MERCILESSLY BY CLUTCHES OF NORTH AMERICA. I HAVE NEVER THOUGHT THAT EACH MILE OF GEOGRAPHICAL DISTANCE CAN BE FELT SO DEEPLY. I miss you, Reverend! Yet working as a missionary in the heathen forests of Canada, shall bring you fame, of that I am sure. TAKE CARE OF HER,LOVELY CANADIANS, PUT MAPLE SYRUP IN HER COFFEE.

WELCOME TO ALL AND SUNDRY! I'd like to issue a warm, sticky and familiar welcome to all of you wonderful, irreplaceable, stunning mass-goers and a highly improper and gropey welcome to all of you that happen to pop yer cherry on this particular mass. That is, after all, what we do. Preach and devirginise.





Amicule, deliciae, num is sum qui mentiar tibi? )
poziomeczka: (Default)
this is the second fic from the Gang AU, chronologically it happens sometime before games we play. I apologize for the lack of bjs in this one.

bark and bite )

STAY TUNED FOR THE SUNDAY SERVICE
poziomeczka: ([marcus] games we play AU)
let's be honest, how can I not?

Come join the Eagle friending meme!



banner by [livejournal.com profile] ladytiferet



ALSO GOD. THE MEDIA CHALLENGE. I HAVEN'T READ ALL OF IT YET BUT OH GOD, WHAT I HAVE READ SO FAR HAS BEEN POSITIVELY AMAZING, SO FOR THOSE THAT HAVEN'T DABBLED IN IT JUST YET I'D LOVE TO RECOMMEND DEVOTEE BY THE STARTLINGLY TALENTED [livejournal.com profile] piscaria (and we're chums now! look at me moving up in the world!). It's so painful, and poignant and piercing.
THE OTHER ONE I HAVE READ AND LOVED IS DAY IN THE LIFE BY [livejournal.com profile] vixys BUT THEN AGAIN, IT'S KINDA A DEFAULT WITH HER. WOMAN CAN DO NO WRONG.

I HOPE TO CATCH UP WITH ALL THE ENTRIES SOON. sadly, I ended up not submitting my own :(

I would also bring to your attention a lovely, utterly lovely and beautifully written that which is most dear by [livejournal.com profile] destina

games we play )
poziomeczka: ([st.john] mask your life with a lie)
This has little to do with sermon to follow, but I'd like to wave my new friend [livejournal.com profile] subterrain, who wrote a gorgeous My kindly and most gracious master that yese all should go and read. Welcome to our most fervent congregation

BEFORE WE BEGIN TIF AND I WOULD LIKE TO SAY A MASSIVE MASSIVE THANK YOU TO EVERYONE! WE HAD NOT EXPECTED THE RESPONSE WE GOT, NOT ONLY FIC-WISE (BECAUSE THAT JUST BLEW OUR MINDS, SERIOUSLY WE HAD 3 WITHIN 18 HOURS AND MORE FOLLOWED SUIT) BUT ALSO FLAILING WISE. IT WAS WONDERFUL TO SEE SO MUCH HUMOUR AND BANTER AND ENTHUSIASM AND HONESTLY IT BRINGS TEARS TO OUR EYES. IT TRULY DOES.

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ONCE AGAIN A MASSIVE HUG AND THANKS TO EVERYONE.


We also have a couple of lovely newcomers that I would like the say a very warm hello to (as if you know, I haven't PMed your sorry arses to my hearts content already).

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O COME ALL YE FAITHFUL )

snagged as Big Bang project by [livejournal.com profile] originalpuck

I hope that you have enjoyed our prompts for this evening and that you shall be as devoted as your humble servants; The Reverends. If we could we'd make youse all Bishops.

We remain,
Your Obedient Servants in Porn.
The Reverends

blasphemous words by [livejournal.com profile] poziomeczka and divine art by [livejournal.com profile] ladytiferet

fic!!!!

Jul. 20th, 2011 10:11 pm
poziomeczka: (Default)
INTRODUCTION TO THE VERSE:
so, basically [livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil and I have come up with this AU where Esca and Marcus grow up together.
Papa Aquila is disgraced but alive and remotely well, and after Marcus and his mother come to live with him in Britain they all settle in Calleva. Esca on the other hand, is a bit like Cottia in the book verse, his family slaughtered when he was little more than a toddler, he's taken in by a rather eccentric couple of a who had pretty much gone native (( Quintus Lucianus Sura )) and a straight-talking super-hot Romanized Briton lady Caia Tuditana
They meet for the first time when Esca's around 7 and Marcus is 10.




INCREDIBLE ART BY [livejournal.com profile] bassino

Since I am bad at writing chronologically, so this 'verse is going to consist of somewhat dis-jointed episodes that will slowly form a more coherent (I hope) whole. I'll make a Master-list once there's more.
This fic came about randomly with Silje and myself fervently discussing porny endeavours of teen!Esca and teen!Marcus and how this once time when Esca's foster parents are away they break the dining table. So I PMed Silje with a mini-fic dealing with the aftermath of it. It was supposed to be just a couple of paragraph of banter and fluff but turned into blow jobs. CAUSE THAT IS WHAT I DO.

Marcus/Esca. NC-17. Esca is 16 and Marcus is 19, if they seem OOC I apologize, but as I said their camaraderie and life situations are completely different to those of canon. No accuracy to speak of. Title by Skunk Anansie.

dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil, who is the godmother of this fic and a quick and dirty beta and to both [livejournal.com profile] teaquest and [livejournal.com profile] bachaboska as an apology for not updating Lupus In Fabula. I shall start working on it more as of tomorrow. I cross my heart and hope to die.

maybe i should be more discreet, serve you up some sugary sweet )
poziomeczka: ([theeagle/m&e]- you decide)
I FEEL OBLIGED TO PIMP THIS LIKE THERE'S NO TOMORROW:



poziomeczka: ([jamiebell]- up yers)
I WASH MY HANDS GUYS. I HAVE NO IDEA HOW THIS HAPPENED.

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SO THERE'S THIS AU [livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil AND I HAVE BEEN KINDA THINKING ABOUT FOR A WEE WHILE AND IT IS GROWING LIKE THE HYDRA, HEADS TWIRLING AND TANGLING LIKE THAT FUCKING TENTACLE MONSTER FROM THAT ST. JOHN EPIC ON THE MEME. WHERE YOU CUT ONE HEAD DOWN BOOM YOU GET TWO. AND EVEN MORE PEEN. CAUSE YOU KNOW <3. PEEN. SO WE'VE HAD THIS SWEETHEART AU WHERE MARCUS COMES TO LIVE WITH HIS DAD IN CALLEVA AFTER HIS HIS DAD'S BEEN DISGRACED AND INJURED AND ESCA IS THIS FERAL KID ADOPTED BY A FAMILY OF ROMANIZED BRITONS THAT LIVE NEXT DOOR (BIT LIKE COTTIA IN THE BOOK) AND THEY BECOME BFFS. *BFFS FOR LIFE* AND OF COURSE YOU KNOW PEEN-BUDDIES AS THE GROW UP. CAUSE THAT'S USUALLY HOW THINGS PROGRESS IF YOU DEAL WITH THE LIKES OF ME. AND THEN ESCA DISAPPEARS AND THEY MEET WHEN THEY'RE ADULTS FIGHTING AGAINST EACH-OTHER AND IT'S ALL VERY ANGSTY AND THERE'S A LOT OF REALLY VIOLENT FUCKING. BUT THEN I KEPT THINKING ABOUT A SPIN OFF. AND I WAS A BIT SHAMED YOU GUYS AND I KINDA WANTED TO SHARE BUT PUSSYFOOTED ABOUT IT. AND THEN AFTER WATCHING RORY AS THE LAST CENTURION WITH SILJE. I JUST HAD TO SHARE. AND WELL ERM. IT TURNED TO FILTH WITH AN UNIFORM KINK AND WELL EVERYTHING KINK AND A LOT OF CHEER-LEADING FROM THE COHORT.

for nonsense and bollocks---> please ( this way )

WE HAVEN'T PUT STUFF INTO FIC YET. BUT IT'S GONNA HAPPEN GUYS. DON'T YOU WORRY.
poziomeczka: ([jamiebell]- just jamie)
GUYS GUYS DROP WHATEVER YESE ARE DOIN'
SOMEONE'S FILLING THE 'ESCA IS A FIGURE SKATER, MARCUS IS A HOCKEY PLAYER' PROMPT OVER AT THE MEME. OH SWEET LOVING GEEZUS.

IT IS MAGNIFICENT.

( this way! )
poziomeczka: (jbells; jumper exposed; what time?)
So erm. There's this crazy talented Polish chick [livejournal.com profile] bachaboska right? Makes super awesome vids right? RIIIGHT.

And our friendship looks a bit like this:
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by [livejournal.com profile] yaoisex
if you substitute the ruler with peen porn ideas. and don't get me wrong I AM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF GIVING BIRTH TO ONE HUNDRED FIC IDEAS EVERY FIVE MINUTES but Barbara here (IS THAT YOUR REAL NAME BTW HEN? MY MAM'S BARBARA AND WE CALL HER BACHA XD) keeps prodding and pushing and poking until i yield. well, it doesn't take me that long to yield. i'm a bit of a slut you see.

SO IT STARTED WITH US HEATEDLY DISCUSSING THE IMPENDING MATTER OF MR.TATUM'S FRECKLES. ON THAT FREAKING BACK OF HIS. AND KINDA SORTA WROTE A COMMENT FIC BECAUSE MY BRAIN BOMBARDED ME WITH VISUALS. LIKE YOUSE KNOW REALLY VIVID ONES.


SO I KINDA NEED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM BEFORE I CAN MOVE THE FUCK ON.

also!
[livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil and I were wondering whether any of you hopelessly talented people would be kind enough to make us a laughing jbells gif icon? no? yes? maybe? perhaps? (though that's just a fancy maybe)

title there's a new game we like to play you see 1/2
fandomthe eagle
pairing marcus/esca, esca/freckles (i actually mean this)
rating light R, (higher in the future, it's kinda just ust for de noo)
warning hypnotic qualities of marcus's freckles? i dunno. might be a bit crackish? unbetaed and with atrocious punctuation, cuz i'm postmodern like that, yo. also it's all very bad. i'm sorry
disclaimer SADLY I CANNOT EXCHANGE THIS FOR FOOD. title by depeche mode and everything else belongs to folk that own it.




dedicated to [livejournal.com profile] bachaboska (i wish i could quit you), [livejournal.com profile] coeurdesoleil, [livejournal.com profile] jaxie12, [livejournal.com profile] teaquest, [livejournal.com profile] merlenhiver (thank you again for the awesome vid and reintroducing me to depeche mode) and [livejournal.com profile] floatxxaway and [livejournal.com profile] feilongfan for that godamn freckle tribute that spurred all of this on. ALL OF THIS.

guys i will need betas for the future! anyone fancy it?



He has not paid his new Master that much attention. Lost in his own humiliation and sorrow, owned by yet another pair of Roman hands. They have hardly exchanged more than a couple of words since Esca's addition to the household.

He is not a good slave, never will be, he knows that and everyone else is at pains of reminding him had he chosen to forget it. Not that he would, for here he is, saved from death and made a ghost.

Slowly, he realizes that there are worse places he could find himself in.

Marcus, Esca finds, keeps mostly to himself in his silent brooding. The wound has closed nicely, but he's still in that awkward, frustrating place between pain and recovery, moping around like a wounded bear. And Esca almost allows himself a smile at that.

He seems embarrassed by his own slave's presence, he shrinks from it almost, reluctant to show him any sign of weakness. Esca in all frankness finds it ludicrous, they have both seen each other at their most vulnerable, he doesn't see the need to deny that.

Besides, he is just a slave. What should it matter.

And yet it does somehow. Marcus looks at him, really looks at him, not like one might at a slave, like Esca's opinions matter to him more than anyone else's, like Esca himself matters. Matters more than anything.

They hold each-other's eyes more often than not, Esca's gaze far from servile, defiant and direct and Marcus eyes grow soft under it, fondly amused and there's respect in them and kindness and something that Esca would like to be lust (and hates himself for wanting it so).

Whatever it may be Marcus never acts upon it and Esca doesn't really know whether he should be relieved or respect the former Centurion all the more for it or cuff him on the side of the head from sheer frustration. The last always remains a most tempting option.

The days are still warm as summer draws to an end, resonant with the heat of days past. Maybe it's that lingering warmth seeping into his back and the back of his thighs from the wall he's leaning his back against, or maybe it's the fact that the wine they have both been drinking was nowhere near watered enough. The sun is setting and Marcus is getting ready for bed, weary from the midday hunt. He always insists on doing it by himself and Esca is not the one to question.

It's probably the wine or the tiredness setting deep in Marcus's bones that makes him drop his guard, blissfully unaware of Esca's presence.

He removes his tunic, the rough material caressing his back almost longingly in one smooth motion and Esca can't help himself but stare. And it's the wine. He's sure it's the wine.
The sunset plays with the planes of Marcus's muscles back, flickering as his master stretches all long and languid. He had always known the Roman to be a handsome man, reminiscent of the Roman statues of worship that his people seemed so keen on building everywhere. It was a mere observation, of hardly any significance to Esca.

He can't bring himself to look away, like he should. Trespassing on this intimate moment.

He has grown to know the nooks and corners of Marcus's body better than his own as he nursed the man through his sickness, but his touch always remained fast, efficient and impersonal, eyes averted, trying to spare Marcus that little ounce of shame he could.

It's something else entirely that catches his eye, making heat spread through his chest like good thick mead. His eyes go wide and dark as he stares at Marcus's broad back.

There are hundreds of them, clustered, huddled together on his shoulders some of them scattered right across his back and shoulder blades, dotting lovingly at the line of his master's spine, like they tried to make their way up to the sunkissed nebula on his shoulders but didn't quite make it, the poor things.

They are quite common with his people and Esca has never paid them much heed. Before. They dust the faces of women and men's forearms and Esca himself has been told he has several on his nose.
He's never really bothered inspecting it any further.

He knows that his own skin seems to prefer the larger, darker kind of sun-spots, he's aware he had several scattered across his arms, shoulders and back. His lovers had never hesitated to inform him with wet messy kisses.

He has not seen much of them on Romans, if any, their sun-gods seemed to have pinched them all equally with their rays.

Except for Marcus.

They're vivid across his olive skin, trying to blend seamlessly but failing to do so.
It's the surprise that spurs on the genuine interest. It catches him off guard and that's all there is to it and that's what he's going to keep telling himself in the precarious privacy of the slave quarters.

Esca inhales sharply, feeling dizzy as if the wine just hit him as he stands up, the limewashed wall offering the kind support his own knees deny him. He swallows, gulps down greedily on gusts of air and Marcus turns his head slightly to look at him, curious, reminded of the other's presence all of sudden.

"You can go, Esca" Marcus says pleasantly, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Good night"

And a part of Esca wants to run. Run, run and never stop until he runs somewhere where this twisted desire cannot reach him.

He stays. Rooted to the ground like a petrified hare. Though there's nothing even remotely resembling fear in his stance.

The humour slowly drains from Marcus's face, replaced by genuine concern. Esca just stands there, eyes hooded and black, his aquiline features made sharper by the last of the day's sunrays and Marcus nearly chokes on his own breath as Esca shifts slightly.

"Esca?" he says cautiously, as he might to a spooked mare, his voice coming out more croaked than he expected, his own throat dry "Esca? Are you alright?"

Esca moves. Slow, lazy and enviably graceful. A self-assured predator on the prowl. Small, sharp needles of panic start to prickle persistently at the back of Marcus's neck like a sudden sunburn and the breath he draws to calm himself is far from steady.

A palm, spread open falls gently on his back in the middle of his upper back, between his shoulder-blades, he thinks he can feel Esca's body thrum, his thumb rubbing gentle circles, the calloused skin pressing into the soft tan flesh of his back. It's an effort to keep his eyes from fluttering shut at the touch.

And then his hand slides lower, in a sure strong stroke, down the length of his spine to the small of his back, fingers splayed wide between the two dimples just above the slight curve of his arse, a slow heated torture.

Esca licks his lips.

"Breac-sheunan" Esca says, voice low, deep and hoarse as he looks dangerously at the strong angle of Marcus's jaw and throat "They're here too" he add softly, barely above a whisper.

"Esca, what---?" Marcus feels his world slowly starting to spin, like a fever coming on.
The hand on his lower back lifts, caressing him lightly, blunt fingernails teasing with a fluttering kiss goodbye.

"I wish the Centurion a good night" Esca says infuriatingly, face obscured from view, bowing his head slightly in that incredibly insolent way that only Esca can somehow muster out of a normally perfectly obedient pose.

Marcus stares after him, as he hurriedly exits the room, summoning all his strength not to break into a run.

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