Nightingale, by Saucery

Marcus – didn’t step back. His courage, really, ought to have been lauded; as it was, it was a mere unremarked-on necessity. His contract specified that he not engage in communication with the client, but it also stipulated that were a response commanded, he would, if the environment were secure enough, be compelled to obey. 

Esca knew that, of course. The brat knew everything. “Come here, Marcus.”

Mature, AU. Esca is a dancer, Marcus his bodyguard. It goes about as well as expected. Intense!

Nightingale, by Saucery

Local Healing Traditions, by resperella

Esca sighs and tries to keep the snap of fear out of his voice. “I’m not your slave any longer. You’re not forcing me.” If anything, the opposite is true: guilt twists around his stomach at the reminder of exactly how little choice Marcus has in this. But it has to be done – and if Esca’s arousal is obscene, at least it will make everything faster.

Adult, post-movie, sex pollen. The very best kind of sex pollen fic – the kind that acknowledges the murky consent issues and is chock-full of emotions (in addition to the hot sex, of course).

Local Healing Traditions, by resperella