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Happy New Year!!!!

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It’s harder to control his base impulses when Nicolò is naked before him and all he could see is wide expanse of unmarred skin; pale, inviting, and begging to be colored in shades of red, purple, and yellow.

He has to force his eyes away from the pale thighs of the younger man, where he’s begun to imagine blushing pinks turning to angry reds welting and becoming over-sensitized to even the air, and drag them across his torso instead. Has to tear his thoughts from lingering on the dusty pink of his nipples and seeing them abused and coloring bright against the backdrop of ivory skin.

It doesn’t help that Nicky is keen to go where Joe places him and lays his soul as bare as he does his body. He keeps looking with wide open eyes as if waiting for Joe to fill him with something he’s lacking and it’s insanely distracting to his composure.

Nicolò watches him like he wants, and Joe is more than happy to give, but he’s sure their ideas differ on what exactly it is that Nicolò is asking for. It’s taking a lot of willpower to try and accommodate the younger man.

He avoids his gaze by putting his lips on all that open skin instead and Nicolò is deliciously responsive.

Joe kisses across the columns of his neck, to the dip into his clavicle and the hard tendon around his throat and Nicolò writhes beneath him and exposes more of himself with soft sighs and bitten sounds that vibrates against his mouth. He sucks on the supple skin because he needs the taste of the younger man’s flesh on his tongue and has to hold tight to his control when the other arches into his mouth with sinful moans.

He’s barely touching him and he sounds like that and Joe has to press his groin into the other’s to keep from sinking his teeth into his skin and really making him cry.

“Oh,” Nicky says, sharp and breathless chasing Joe’s hips with his own then choking on the sound when Joe does it again - grinding his clothed hardness into Nicky and letting the younger man’s leaking cock add to the mess staining his underwear.

“Nnngh” Nicky moans and his hands splays across Joe’s ass, sinking heat into the skin for only a second before pulling off and flattening across the bed.

They twitch like he wants to touch but doesn’t know if he should and Joe rewards him with a particularly slow roll of his hips that bows the other man’s groin into his as he loses the battle against grazing his teeth into Nicky’s collarbone.

“Oh!” Nicky exclaims, cock twitching and arms flopping uselessly and all Joe could think of is how he had the solution to Nicky’s indecision.

How he could make it so the younger man didn’t have to worry about what to do with his hands because he wouldn’t have use of them. How his wrist would bruise deep purple from all these harsh movements against his binding. Maybe some rope, to aid the friction and add another layer of sensitivity that the younger man would have to cry about. How he could bind his legs too, spread them far and wide and open to whatever he felt like but keeping the younger man’s movements restrained for being so greedy and impatient.

His own hands dig into the mattress at either side of Nicky’s flank to keep from digging into the pliant body under him as he lavishes his tongue against the red streaks left from his teeth.

“Oh, oh, fuck” Nicky’s saying and there’s enough of a surprise in his tone that Joe has to pull back and see his face.

His eyes are wild when they unclench, raw with the hunger his body is chasing but there’s something there like fear underneath the surprise. His mouth is open and panting and his brows are riding high to his hairline. He looks like someone who just realized they’ve walked into the lion’s den. Excitement intertwining with fear and the adrenaline to either run or face it head on.

Unfortunately the decision’s been made. Joe likes the look of him and has no intentions of letting him get away.

He makes enough space to reach between them and wrap his hand around Nicky’s hard length and begins a rough stroke and a fast pace. The slide is slick with the fluid that he’d been steadily leaking and Joe revels in the thick of it as he works his hand up and down and twists and pushes into the softer crown.

“Oh…” the man beneath him whines and he watches as Nicky’s head comes off the bed, nearly knocking into Joe’s to tuck into his chin then drop back down with a whispered curse. He watches his face twist in pleasure, eyes shutting into tight lines and teeth peeking through to bite his lips against the sounds. He doesn’t quite manage it and the awed “God” he lets out fuels Joe further.

Nicky’s hands are moving, sliding over his thighs to his back and curling as if to grip before falling aside again. “Joe” he says and Joe kisses him because Nicky’s moans were increasing in volume and he had the possessive urge to keep those sounds all to himself and no one else.

“Oh fuck” Nicky’s saying against his lips when Joe pulls away and his body is pulling tight. His hands are scrambling at Joe’s hips again. This time pulling at the briefs and working his fingers beneath the waist to dip inside for Joe’s aching length.

Joe pushes him aside with the hand not working his cock to completion and Nicky’s eyes open in confusion. “That’s alright” Joe says and his voice has lowered a few octaves since he last spoke, “just take what I’m giving you” he finishes unable to contain the words and Nicky’s eyes close again with short agreeable nods.

He was close to his climax. Joe could tell with the tension in his muscles, the shallow breathing and the way he couldn’t bother to try and quiet himself any longer. His supple lips were parted and he was singing so much that Joe’s thoughts drifted to what he could use as a gag for that perfect mouth and whether it would make a difference.

He has to look away and suck into the hollow at Nicky’s throat to avoid stuffing his hand in there and holding his tongue down to keep him quiet.

“Joe” Nicky moans like a warning then his back is bowing and he’s spurting come over Joe’s fist and into their stomachs.

“Oh, oh,” He’s saying as his body trembles and Joe works him through his orgasm, not slowing the motion of his hands until his cock is spewing dry and his moans increase in pitch.

“Thank you” Nicky whispers with shaky breaths as Joe forces his hand from the other’s softening cock, “what for?” Joe asks because he’s curious as to what the younger man is thinking.

“For giving me pleasure. You didn’t have to” Nicky answers just as easily and Joe fists the sheets to keep from reacting. Nicolò hadn’t thought of this as a reciprocal venture but he agreed to lie with him anyway. He was working so hard on keeping himself from scaring Nicky away, and the man had willingly put himself on the platter for Joe’s amusement. There was so much he could do with that but he desperately wanted Nicky to come back to him.

“Don’t be ridiculous Nicolò” Joe says and distracts his mind by scooping at the other’s spend and rubbing his hand down his scrotum and under, “You are sharing your body with me, I would never be so ungrateful” He rubs at his perineum and slides between the crease until the pad of his finger runs across the furled hole.

“Thank You” Nicky repeats and Joe likes it too much.

He circles his finger tip around the puckered entrance then dips in slowly and Nicky’s too sated to react besides a hitch in his breath, “I want to take you here” Joe says pushing in and keeping his eyes on the younger man’s face, “Is that alright?” He asks only for appearances. The fact that Nicky thanked him for getting him off was enough of a giveaway that the younger man wasn’t going anywhere.

“Yes” Nicky says watching him with those adoring eyes again, “thank you” he finishes and Joe’s finger pushes a little too roughly. It’s like a thread in him breaks every time Nicky speaks with that much sincerity and he really needed him to stop if Joe was ever going to let him out of his sight.“Bend your knee for me” Joe answers taking the safest option then he’s pulling back to push in with two fingers.

There’s not enough slick to make it an easy glide, the only thing coating his fingers being Nicky’s release but his body is relaxed enough that his muscles aren’t trying to force the intrusion out. He keeps his eyes on Nicky’s face as he enters to gauge his discomfort and the man has his eyes screwed shut again, brows furrowed and nose turned up like he’s in pain.

His pace isn’t as gentle as it should be because his swelling has become throbbing and uncomfortable but Nicolò isn’t going to complain so Joe continues on - scissoring the digits for a stretch and prodding and curling until he finds something the younger man likes. Once satisfied he pulls his fingers free to add another and watches as Nicolò bites his lips to hold the groan that started at his throat.

“You’re doing so well Nicky” Joe says to settle him down as his abdomen tightened with tension, “I can’t wait to be inside of you” he doesn’t give much time to adjust before he’s plunging in and out. Nicky lets out a huff of air and grips the sheets and Joe is morbidly curious.

He wants to see how much Nicky can take; how much he’s willing to endure. He wonders if he should fuck him hard, make a mess, and leave him unsatisfied. He wonders if Nicolò would thank him afterwards.

“Ahh!” The younger man cried beneath him, body jerking forward when Joe’s fingers curl across his prostate. Nicky purses his lips to give a slow exhale and Joe presses into spongy organ to stilt his breath and make him clench around his fingers.

“You’re doing perfect” Joe says giving his attention to the tender spot and watching the other throw his head back and roll his hips into the intrusion, “I think you’re ready now” Joe finishes pulling his hand free and getting to his feet.

He’s pulling the boxer briefs down and off when Nicky’s wide gaze fall on his and Joe has to wrap a hand around himself from the way he looks just lying in wait.

He squeezes tightly to pull himself back from the edge and Nicky’s eyes follows his movements while he works on his control. He’s so hard that it’s almost painful and the precome leaking from the tip isn’t going to be enough to ease the friction but Nicky isn’t going to ask for lube or protection and Joe isn’t going to offer it.

It’s less that he couldn’t be bothered and more that he simply didn’t want to. He wanted to see how well the other would take him as is and he didn’t want a barrier between them.

“Will you get me wet for you?” Joe asks when the tip of the other’s tongue swipes over his lip and Nicky is already rising to his elbows before Joe could even get closer to his face.

“You have such a beautiful mouth” Joe says as the other takes him in and he sinks into warm wet heat. He pushes strands of Nicky’s hair back so that he could his face clearly when the other swallows him down without preamble.

“slower Nicolò” he huffs out when his muscles tighten to keep from thrusting further. He didn’t want to lose it in Nicky’s mouth. Not when he worked so hard to prepare him, “Just get me ready” Joe says massaging fingers into his skull and resisting another push forward when the wet suction gave way to vibrations near the root of him.

His fingers dig harder then he’s pulling the other off of him with a handful of silky brown hair. “That’s enough” Joe says out of breath at the feeling of the tongue laving at the underside of his cock, “thank you” he finishes and drags his cock out of the plush mouth and over reddened lips.

Nicolò looks much too pleased with himself as he fixes his stare and chews on his lips and Joe really wanted to indulge that but he would have to wait for next time. Right now all he wanted was to see the younger man stretching around him.

“Keep your legs up for me” Joe says between Nicolò’s thighs and hooking his knees over his shoulders. He pushed him far enough that he could tilt his hips off of the bed then he’s positioning his spit slicked cock at Nicolò’s entrance and pressing forward.

“Oh” The other is moaning softly with eyes closed and hands curling at the sheets when the flared head of Joe’s cock breaches him. “Fuck” Nicky breathes more than he whispers and Joe lets his gaze roam from his face to Nicky’s rim stretching around his girth.

It’s a tight fit and he’s digging into the younger man’s thigh as he inches back and forward incrementally, feeding more of his aching cock into the tight ring of muscle squeezing around him and the heat engulfing him.

“You’re doing so well” Joe says and his voice is filled with gravel as he continues his short thrusts forward until he’s fully seated inside of Nicolò.

Joe can feel the tremors running through him from where they are connected and the younger man has his mouth open with a continuous stream of low “uhh”s falling from his throat that spurs Joe into action.

His pace is slow and steady to let the other man get used to his length as Nicolò clings to him - his walls squeezing tight and his heat nearly suffocating. He gets lost feeling like he’s submerging into warm velvet with every deep stroke and Nicolò just takes, head back and neck extended, chest heaving with every breath that he pulls.

His moans are steadily falling and they could be pain or pleasure or both so Joe adjusts his stance and pivots his hips until the younger man seizes around him and gives a definitive shout.

“Oh” he moans muscles tight in shock and hips tilting further forward until Joe has him nearly bent in half.

“Oh” Nicky cries again when Joe repeats the motion then he can’t stop. His words a constant string of pleasure and Joe’s sure that it can heard from beyond the walls. He can’t stop his mind from wondering if cloth or an instrument would work best to stifle his sounds and the thought of Nicolò bound and gagged for him sharpens his thrusting to a brutal pace.

It rocks Nicky up the bed and slams against the headboards and sets his now engorged cock to dripping beads of precome into his stomach.

“Can you come like this?” Joe asks surveying the state of him. Writhing and sweating and crying out shamelessly. He looks well on his way to coming on Joe’s cock without being touched.

“No, no,” Nicky answers through his babbles and Joe feels the hold of possession again.

“Have you tried?” He asks and he sounds just as close; out of breath and panting, his voice barely above a growl.

“No” Nicky says shaking his head back and forth and sinking teeth into his already swollen lips. He looks like he wants to say more. Beg perhaps, but he does neither and Joe is hit with the sudden image of the younger man being kept on edge just like this. Not willing to ask for what he wants but unable to come without direct stimulation.

Joe would fuck him like that for hours, either until his body gave in or he passed out.

“Fuck, Nicky” Joe groans when lightning shoots through his spine and then he’s coming. Vision whitening out and body moving out of rhythm as he empties out into the all consuming heat around him.

“Nicky” He says again falling forward on his hands to kiss the other man deeply and swallow the soft sounds he made as Joe grinds into him until he softens.

“Do it yourself, I want to see” Joe murmurs into his mouth, slowly coming down from his high and Nicky barely gets two pulls on his cock before he spills between them for the second time.

“Joe, Joe” he’s moaning into Joe’s mouth and his beard and his neck as he comes and Joe gets his fingers there too – keeping from pulling away too soon and milking the younger man until his body starts to recoil from their touches.

“You’re so perfect Nicky” Joe says when he gets his breath back and the other legs drop unto the bed. “Thank you” Nicky replies breathless and far away and weighted with sincerity that Joe does not deserve but will gladly accept.

Filled here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28471467

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5880.html?thread=2126072#cmt2126072

Yusuf is an alpha and Nicolo is an omega. It's early on in them travelling together and they still don't 100% trust each other.

One night, they're taken by bandits. Nicolo doesn't speak their language, but Yusuf does.

As soon as the lead bandit discovers Nicolo is an omega, he tells his men (while Yusuf and Nicolo are bound and on their knees) that he's going to bond Nicolo, and they can keep him as the camp sex toy.

Yusuf knows that the only way to prevent this is to bond Nicolo himself, before the bandits have a chance to.

This could go various ways:

1 - Yusuf and Nicolo have enough shared language between them at that point that Yusuf is able to tell Nicolo of his plan. Nicolo agrees, although neither of them really want it.

2 - Same as above, but Nicolo doesn't agree. Yusuf knows that it's either him or the bandits, and even though Nicolo doesn't want it, he decides to bond Nicolo anyway

3 - It's early enough in their travels that they don't have a shared language. Yusuf can't explain his plan to Nicolo, so he has to just bond him to save him from the bandits. Nicolo doesn't know why Yusuf is doing this, so he fights every step of the way.

I picked the third option lol.

I love this story so much. It’s rich and fascinating and a whole lot of fun.

You are an absolute genius.

> Joe had taken Quỳnh’s sodden lab coat off her and was tearing strips off it, winding them around Dr diGenova’s arm. “Anybody who’s got more medical training, now’s your chance – I’ve just got a field qualification.”
> diGenova – Nicky – raised his good arm. “I trained as a doctor before I went into bioethics. But field first aid is more relevant, probably, if you’ve re-trained recently.”

I absolutely loved this part!

That is so wrong. So wrong. So right. I love Joe’s twisted mind, I love all the things he’s imagining while he’s fucking Nicky, all the twisted things he will do to him (hopefully). He’s delightfully sadistic and depraved.
OP

FILL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28489884

*cries in happy* You say all the right things OP. Thanks for the sexy prompt. Glad to be of service :)

that was hot-- slkdfjlksdfj

AMAZING FILL!
painful yet also soft at the end, perfect combination

Nicky saying thank you though, but wow 🔥🔥🔥

They made slow progress along the edge of the wetland, and Nile was increasingly worried about hypothermia; it was getting towards sunset, and it was going to cool down, even if they were in the tropics. The only good thing was that there were no signs of pursuit. They’d heard shots at one point, but muffled, and far away – back up the hill.

“I think that’s towards the raptor house,” Andy said. She looked pale. “I hope not.”

“Better the raptors than us,” said Booker. “Sorry, Andy, but it’s true.”

“It doesn’t stop them shooting us, unless you think they’re going to run out of ammo,”
Andy snapped back at him.

“Again,” Nile said, “why the fuck does anybody even have guns here?”

“Merrick is paranoid about corporate espionage,” said Quỳnh, “but officially they are a fail-safe, in case any of the large animals get out of control.”

“If I was up against a T-rex – or a medium-size sauropod, come to that – I’d want an RPG, not a pistol.”

“How do you know they have pistols?”

“The sound,” Nile said.

“They’re not armour-plated.” Andy sounded weary. “Hit one of the big girls in the eye, or
the brain pan, you’ll take them down.”

“It’s academic,” her wife said soothingly. “The animals are the heart of Merrick’s entire investment. He’s not going to let anybody shoot them. Not even the raptors.”

Booker shook his head. “Keane and his men are terrified of the animals, I’ve seen it. I was a lot more worried before I started talking to you two.” He nodded to Andy and Quỳnh. “If they do decide to come through the paddocks after us, they will shoot them. Dr Kozak will just breed more. How many dinosaurs do they really need, anyway? One is a miracle. This is overkill.”

“Then we need a better plan,” Nicky said, coming to a halt. “If you really think they will kill the dinosaurs, we can’t just use them as shields. You’re responsible for them. It’s not right.”

Joe gave him an incredulous look. “People are trying to kill us and you’re worried about if they’ll kill the dinosaurs? We have to keep ourselves alive, first.” He didn’t quite look at Nile, but Nile could feel him not doing it. It was exasperating and weirdly reassuring all at once. She was sure she’d been in life-threatening situations way more than Joe had, but he was her supervisor, and he felt that responsibility keenly, she knew.

“We can’t control what they do,” Nicky argued, “only what we do.”

“We don’t have time for this right now,” said Andy. “We have to keep moving.”

“Andy’s right.” Nile put her hands on her hips. “We’re drenched, it’s getting dark, Dr – Nicky is hurt – we have to find shelter or we’re going to have much more immediate problems even than being shot at. Andy, how far away is this rest hut of yours? Can we even make it?”

“If we cut through the azhdarchid enclosure,” Andy said, “but I was hoping…that’s the one I’m most worried about. Well, that and the Gallimimus, but we’re just not going in there.”

“I thought they were herbivores,” said Booker.

“They have all the worst qualities of Canada geese crossed with cassowaries,” said Quỳnh. “But sure. They eat plants. That will be a big reassurance when they’ve kicked you to death. Don’t get me wrong, I love them, but they’re assholes.”

Booker raised his hands. “Okay, okay.”

“About five hundred metres that way,” Andy said, pointing, “and then we go up the hill to the azhdarchids and over, or the long way around.”

Nile rubbed her arms. “Well, let’s keep moving, it’s cold standing about.”

Joe and Nicky were still arguing in low voices, focused on each other.

“Walk and talk,” Andy said, tapping Joe on the arm. “Come on.”

They did; Nile wasn’t sure how they weren’t twisting their ankles. But at least they seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Quỳnh was starting to shiver by the time they got to the decision point. That made it easy as far as Nile was concerned, and nobody disagreed. They had to backtrack another half-kilometre to get to one of the small failsafe gates. As they went up the hill and became more visible, Nile got more and more nervous. She asked Joe and Nicky if they would keep watch.

“I’ll take our six – I’ll go to the rear,” she said, “and you two, left and right. Just keep an eye out for any movement, anything weird. Don’t yell, but get our attention if you see something.”

Joe regarded her, his mouth quirking. “Yes ma’am.”

There were two false alarms – birds, and a lone pachy, which Nicky spotted with surprisingly good attention to detail – but they made it through the gate without incident. The rain had lightened and then stopped by then, but the sky was noticeably darkening.

“Okay, we’ll hear these guys if they come our way,” Andy instructed, “and if they do, make noise, okay? Nile, I know it’s not good military practice, but they don’t think we’re prey and they’ll leave if we yell and wave our arms. But probably we won’t see them at all – there’s only two adults.”

“Pity we missed them on the tour,” said Joe.

“Sorry, you’ll have to explain,” said Nicky. “My dinosaur knowledge stops at the ones they make children’s toys out of. What’s an azhdarchid?”

“Pterosaur,” said Joe. “Big, though. Giraffe-sized.”

Nicky looked up. “There is no cover on the enclosure.”

“They’re terrestrial,” said Andy. “That was a surprise. Walk around like big stabby giraffes. Giraffes crossed with storks, maybe. Mostly we feed them iguanas. And turkeys. They do like a turkey.”

“Try not to look like a turkey, check,” Joe said.

“Nile,” Nicky said, low and very urgent. “On our right, I saw something –”

A shot hit the tree above Nile’s head. She ducked. “Keep low, keep low!”

They broke into a clearing, lit by the last dim red rays of sunset. Nile was keeping low, like she’d told everybody else to, and nearly cannoned head-first into Quỳnh, who had stopped dead. It only took a glance for Nile to realise why. There were two men with guns on the other side of the clearing, with easy shots at everybody. Joe and Booker already had their hands up. She heard Andy mutter “Motherfucker.”

Nile could hear someone coming up on the right, probably whoever Nicky had spotted. They were being surrounded. Motherfucker, that was definitely the right word.

It was very quiet, all of a sudden, except it wasn’t; there were still the noises of the living forest further off, and the wind in the trees. But everybody in Nile’s group was silent, except for the harsh noises of breathing. Nile was clinging to those noises. God, this was stupid.

Stephen Merrick stepped out from between the two armed men. He looked impossibly smug. If Nile had been next to him she would have punched him in his ridiculous fucking billionaire dinosaur-cloning face.

“Mr Merrick,” said Nicky. “I cannot say your hospitality is living up to the standard you promised, when you asked me to come and evaluate your project.”

“There’s been a few misunderstandings,” Merrick said, waving a hand dismissively. “I can see you’ve been lead astray by my unfortunately disloyal staff –”

“Fuck off!” Andy exclaimed, with feeling. “I took time out of doing my actual job to show these guys around – no offence, Joe, Nile – and then suddenly you’re locking people up and having your paranoid security people shooting at us!”

“I told you when you were hired, I would not tolerate breaches of project secrecy,” Merrick hissed, “much less talking to my competitors.”

“When did I do that?”

“Mr Le Livre,” Merrick said, meaningfully.

Booker jerked like someone had fired on him. “Listen –”

Nile became aware, as he started to speak, of the noises of something very large, moving through vegetation. When it came into view, at first she couldn’t put together what she was seeing. It was furry, or it looked furry – it wasn’t fur, of course – and as tall as the lower trees, a series of shapes that didn’t add up to any animal she was used to seeing. Great sheet-arms, no, wings used to walk on, an enormous head, nearly twice as long as Nile. The patterns on the wings threw off the eye; no palaeoartist had ever depicted an azhdarchid like this. It loomed above all of them.

Quỳnh sucked in a shaky breath. Andy didn’t hesitate. She started jumping and waving her arms. “Hey! Back off! You don’t need to be here! Yeah, you with the wings! Go the other way! We feed you on the other side of the enclosure, come on!”

Joe joined her almost without hesitation, yelling in Tounsi. The pterosaur make a croaking screech that might be displeasure, and started to turn. That was when the guy off to the right took the first shot at it.

Nicky said “Stop that! It isn’t –” very loudly, but was cut off by the hiss from the pterosaur, exactly like a very big and angry goose.

Merrick had stumbled back a step towards their group. “Drive it off!”

“No!” Quỳnh cried, and there was another shot. Nile hadn’t seen either land; were they shooting to scare it?

It was a mistake. Its head came down, lightning-fast, at Merrick. Through Merrick, like a stork with a fish.

The noise Merrick made was truly like nothing on earth. The pterosaur lifted him up, on its beak, and then tossed him off onto the ground. Blood arced through the air like rain being shaken off a treebranch. Nile forced herself to look for the armed men instead. One of them had already taken off; the others were still shooting at the pterosaur.

Nicky made like he was going to run towards Merrick. Nile went to grab him, but Joe got there first. “We gotta go, we gotta go!”

The pterosaur stumbled. Someone had hit it somewhere important, in that hail of bullets. Nile didn’t see anything more, because they were going, going, gone out of the clearing. Quỳnh was gulping loud, angry half-sobs.

Nile kept her head down, and kept running.

😁😁😁 thank you

😁😁😁 Thank you

I love how sweet this starts out then burns like a raging fire 🔥🔥🔥

Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2998.html?thread=752566#cmt752566

Link to fill on AO3:
Sleep, little soul of me https://archiveofourown.org/works/28490928

They came out of the azhdarchid enclosure onto a hill near a human-built structure. It was dark now, and it wasn’t until they piled in the door that Nile recognised it as the raptor house. They’d crossed the headwater of the creek and come nearly in a circle. She collapsed into one of the chairs.

It was eerily quiet. Andy went immediately out into the enclosure, and came back five minutes later with her cheeks wet. “They came here first. Those fuckers. That was just to get back at us.”

“Are any –” Quỳnh started to say, taking her wife by the forearms.

Andy shook her head. “I don’t know. They might be hiding. I don’t know.”

They leaned into each other. Nile felt a hand on her shoulder, and looked up at Joe.

“You alright?” he asked quietly. “Not the field trip I told you it was going to be.”

She nodded. “All good. Or as good as any of us are. And no way in hell you could have known this was going to happen.”

He squeezed her shoulder, and went to inspect Nicky’s bandage. “Andy, is there a proper first aid kit here?”

“I’ll get it.” Quỳnh stepped back, and went to the cupboard under the sink.

“It’s fine,” Nicky said.

“Uh-huh.” Joe took the first-aid kit off Quỳnh. “At least let me put a clean bandage on, okay?”

Nicky made a sort of resigned gesture with his good hand. Nile bit her lip not smiling.

“Power’s still not back on,” Quỳnh said, side-eyeing Booker. “I thought that was being fixed.”

“Ah, about that.” Booker scratched the back of his neck. He’d been very quiet, the whole way out of the enclosure. Andy whirled on him, laser-focused.

“About that, Book? You have something you want to share with the class?”

He raised his hands, which he hadn’t done when he’d had guns pointed at him. “I want to make it clear, Merrick’s still paranoid, I have not been talking to his competitors – ”

“I hear a but coming.” Andy folded her arms.

“It’s a long story. The good news is, we can definitely get off the island tomorrow.”

“I think we’ve all got time,” Joe said, dryly. Nicky was staring at Booker very intently. Nile would not want to be on the receiving end of that stare. She felt sorry for Nicky’s students.

“I…” Booker let out a long breath. “I’ve been talking to someone in the CIA.”

“The CIA?” almost everybody in the room said in bewildered unison, with notes of fresh outrage from Andy, distaste from Quỳnh, and very careful neutrality from Joe. Nicky sounded almost thoughtful. Nile wasn’t sure how she sounded. She was sure she had not been expecting that one.

“This is all…a lot, right?” Booker waved a hand wide, apparently meaning to encompass the entire island. “The cloning facility, the security, all of it. They thought it might be bioweapon production. They didn’t believe me until I got them photographs, and they still didn’t really believe me, so they’re meant to be coming tomorrow. The power didn’t go down by accident. I took it down, so they could land at the second dock. Keane isn’t technologically inept enough for me to just route around the cameras or anything like that. And it would have been perfectly fine, if Merrick hadn’t invited some random scientists to visit for the weekend because of having the Board on his back and then lost his goddamned mind.”

Andy collapsed back against the wall, hand over her face. “You fucking lied to me, Book. You said it was your family.”

Booker shrugged. “That wasn’t a lie. It just wasn’t – everything.” He sighed. “I’m sorry, Andy.”

“The fucking CIA,” Joe muttered. “Wonderful.”

“What have you got against them?”

“All of post-World War II geopolitics, but I can be more specific.”

“Were you doing it for money?” Nicky asked. “Or something else?”

Booker hesitated. “It’s not – I didn’t know it wasn’t bioweapons, when I got hired. Or that the whole thing wasn’t a cover, somehow.”

“He did it for the money,” Quỳnh said authoritatively. “But maybe not entirely for the money.”

Booker scowled in her direction, but didn’t say anything.

Nile shook her head, and stepped outside. It was full dark, and a new moon; she couldn’t see shit. If she listened, very carefully, she could hear noises in the distance that might be dinosaurs, or might just be birds.

She couldn’t hear anything from the raptor enclosure. That was, weirdly, the thing that got to her. They’d been so amazing, beautiful even, and Andy was so proud of them. A genuine, tiny miracle, somehow more real than the sauropods, or even the azhdarchids. Whether they should have been brought back, or could be cared for, or were even anything like their relatives seventy million years and more gone…they were alive now. Had been alive. Merrick had chosen to build all of this to make them, and then had let them be killed.

She felt her eyes welling up, and pushed the heel of her hand against them, one after the other, hard. Breathed in. Breathed out.

“I want to set watches,” she said, stepping back inside. “Isn’t this the most obvious place for us to be?”

“Maybe. I don’t know. We doubled back.” Andy sounded exhausted. “But watches sounds sensible.”

“I’ll go first,” said Joe, standing up. “Nile, get some sleep.”

“I was going to go first.”

“Get some sleep,” he said again, kindly, and Nile meant to stay awake for a little while – to eat something, at least – but found her eyes closing as soon as she lowered herself to sit on the hard linoleum floor.

I still check this thread every day, author anon, I wanted to tell you that this is a really beautiful, almost mesmerizing story. I hope one day you’re able to finish it in a way that satisfies you, but in the meantime thank you for sharing this with us ♥

Prompt is here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8201.html?thread=2910473#cmt2910473

Nile in a pillory gets fucked roughly by Booker. Her feet can barely touch the ground so she has 0 leverage

+1000 if afterwards he's in a position to just flip/tug her skirt back down and leave her there unsatisfied

FILL is here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28520202

Prompt fill : https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5552.html?thread=1807792#cmt1807792

1st. Part: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/694.html?thread=1871798#cmt1871798

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The next time it happens, Nile initiates it without thinking.

They’ve ended up in London to the great horror of all the immortals except for her.

Their last London trip left a lot to be desired and Nile didn’t get a chance to explore and might have mentioned it to Copley who actually got them a nice hotel instead of the random cluttered holes that Andy prefers.

The assignment was over – it was small time but meaningful: crippling a drug smuggling empire, rescuing a couple of souls trapped by circumstance, exposing the corporation responsible, etc – and Nile had decided now was the time to do tourist type things.

Like going to see the Crown Jewels and nothing was going to stop her.

“I’m still going. I can be sad about it when I get there.” Nile had declared among many voices arguing to abolish the monarchy and not supporting colonialism and that the English were the worst™.

“Wouldn’t you rather steal them? We can get you in. No problem at all.” Quynh had offered and it was briefly considered but she ultimately decided against it.

“No. I just want to do something touristy and pretend to be normal and not get shot at for a few hours” Nile argued and looked to Nicky as the voice of reason.

Usually the voice of reason.

“If we wait until nightfall, it will be less chaotic and you won’t get shot” Nicky answered, apparently misunderstanding her significant ‘look’ and Nile takes a deep breath and turns to Joe instead.

“Joe?” She says and reaches out her open hand in a gesture that couldn’t be misinterpreted. He’d become somewhat of her partner in crime in terrible impulsive ideas and she hoped that she could count on him for this one as well.

He looked at her palm long enough that Nile began to doubt herself whether the argument that ‘she just wanted to do something without collapsing under the weight of the world on her shoulders’ was a bad one. She started to pull back - feeling a little hurt and ashamed, when he reached forward and grabbed her hand to rise from the couch.

Her lungs gave a full exhale that she hadn’t realize she was holding when his fingers intertwined with hers and gave a reassuring squeeze.

Nile grinned beatific and squeezed back. This was a win and she was taking it. “Thank you Joe, you are my only friend” Nile said loudly and with intent to see the pleased lines at his eyes when he smiles and the chorus of uproar from the other immortals.

“We’ll go too. We will all go” cried an offended Quynh and Nile shakes her head.

“Nope. You’re not invited. It’s just me and my one friend. Come on Joe” Nile finishes with a very dramatic flurry of turning her attention from the team and pulling Joe behind her.

She doesn’t stop until they’ve exited the suite and are standing in the hallway in front of the closed door.

“Thank you” Nile says immediately once they’re alone and it’s weighted with all the gratefulness that his accompaniment makes her feel. Ultimately she would’ve gone alone if she had to but it probably would’ve been a miserable guilt filled time.

“Anytime” Joe answered and his smile is full of comfort that reaches his very emotive eyes.

A sense of calm settles over her that she attributes to Joe’s general warmth as they stand facing each other then she notices that their hands are still laced together.

Her eyes linger on how her palm fits nicely with his without being overbearing and how his hand is surprisingly soft but not at all surprisingly gentle and her cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

She couldn’t remember the last person she held hands with and actually liked it. It makes her feel longing for a reason that she didn’t understand. Obviously it didn’t mean anything and she was thinking of it too hard but it couldn’t be helped.

“Sorry” Nile says releasing her grip on his and clasping her hands together. Joe gives her a look of mild confusion but she interrupts before he could question her, “let’s take a tour bus for the full experience” She smiles and lets the giddiness of doing something just for the sake of it take over her.

“You want to sit on the top level?” Joe guessed accurately and Nile nods without shame. “Obviously we’re sitting on the top level” she answers and they start down the hallway for the elevator. “We also need a map so we can get lost like proper tourists” Nile continues and he laughs.

She kept her hands together and massaged them occasionally and the weight never quite felt the same.

———

((~~Projectingasabwocinaworldwhereit’ssohardtoenjoyanything~~. What do you think it’s like living with these beings who’ve seen so much hatred and choose to do good and help the little people in return? I’d have a crisis of self every day for a hundred years))

So many sweet feels. Thank you for sharing :)

Hooooly shit, this starts right in it, and Jay and Dizzy's discomfort and fear is SO palpable, I'm all tense inside just from this little bit, all jacked up and ready to run. I can FEEL the tension. This is such a great start!!

Like above anon, I also check this thread whenever I see the comment count increase. No pressure. Just some love for this lovely fic :)

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/9603.html?thread=3223683#cmt3223683

The first body of water they come across, after leaving the battlefields of Jerusalem behind, is an unfortunate shock. Nicolò is parched, desperate after the hot trek, after not daring to take more than one sip at a time from his water-skin, and here they are, at a dazzling lake, so beautiful he had thought it was a mirage at first, only to find it undrinkable.

It takes Nicolò long moments of disappointment and even longer moments of spitting every drop of the liquid out of his mouth to note that apparently, Yusuf had more pressing desires than thirst. By the time Nicoló becomes aware of him, he has stripped himself of his clothes, laid his scimitar atop them as if Nicolò had not tried to kill him less than a day ago, tried and failed, and waded into the water.

It is a nasty shock, then, that he finds himself buoyed to the surface no matter how often he tries to get below the water to clean the filth and blood from his skin.

Nicolò knows he would be sputtering, choking on the salt, but Yusuf - Yusuf is laughing, a great, warm sound shaking his entire chest as he struggles to keep his balance in the recalcitrant water. His eyes still crinkle with it as he makes for the shallows, and Nicolò -- Nicolò has to look away from the warmth of his eyes, from the beauty of his hands as he grasps handfuls of wet sand from the bottom of the lake to scrub the filth from his skin, leaving it shining and wet and clean.

Nicolò knows full well how the water tastes, by now, but as they head north for the river Jordan, he can't help but wish to lick the white lines of salt from Yusuf's skin where the water has dried and left it behind.

-

Walking beside the river has its upsides and downsides.

It is good, that Nicolò can drink whenever he chooses to, now. It is nice to cool his skin in the water in the evenings, where it has gone red and cracked under the sun.

It is nicer still that Yusuf shakes his head and tuts and grasps the large, prickly-looking leaves on the aloe plant and cuts them open to rub their juices into Nicolò's skin.

"How can you stand to touch me?" He asks Yusuf in his very poor Greek, the only language in common between the two of them, the first time he does it. "After what I have done." He thinks of Jerusalem, of blood running in streams down the cobblestones.

Yusuf's smile is a crooked, soft thing that would look harsh on a face less handsome than his. On him, it simply looks gentle. "You do not seem all that monstrous, now," is all he says, but there is humor in his voice.

The river has upsides, indeed.

By the second day, Yusuf has sweated through his only tunic, and he has pulled it off and tied it to a turban round his head in a clever feat of tucks and knots with his graceful fingers. Nicolò itches to remove his own undershirt, but he knows the sensitive skin of his back and belly are all the better for the protection and he has already tied the remains of his own tunic haphazardly around his own head.

The problem in this is really only that Nicolò has now born witness twice to the beauty of Yusuf's hands. The problem is that Yusuf's bare chest, gleaming with sweat in the blazing sun, is perfect, lined with dark curls of hair and formed obscenely perfect with muscle.

The problem is that the heat in Nicolò's cheeks cannot only be attributed to the sun.

-

In Damaskus, they pause their journey for the first time. It is the rare city in the area not utterly devastated. Nicolò sticks out, of course, but he remains behind Yusuf, allows Yusuf to speak for them both, and finds he is comfortable being invisible.

Invisible to all but one, that is.

When Yusuf emerges from the first bathhouse he found (and immediately stormed with a cry of delight), his beautiful beard has been shaved close and his lustrous curls cropped short. "It does wonders for the soul," he tells Nicolò earnestly, coming over to take his place beside their paltry belongings. "I will watch our things while you go." So close, he smells of patchouli.

"Besides," Yusuf adds with a wink. "I'd like to see what you look like, under all that beard."

It takes nearly the entire bath and shave for Nicolò to calm his racing heart.

-

In Baghdad, Nicolò catches sight of the cut of Yusuf's hipbones as he struggles into his trousers one morning and nearly swallows his own tongue.

The remainder of their trip east, he has to watch his words so as to not let slip how badly his companion affects him.

-

In Tehran, Yusuf has grown weary of Nicolò's reticence, of his blushes and glances aside, and demands to know, eyes blazing, how he has offended.

Nicolò can't help but stare at the tense ball of his fist, at the cord of his forearm, at the bulge of his upper arm against the fabric of his shirt, the depth of his gaze.

"You could never offend me," he says, mindless. His cheeks are hot - again - and his pulse is picking up, and if it were anyone else, Nicolò would be happy to tell himself that he will outlive this foolish, coltish adoration, that he will live until everything he knows is dust and that an embarrassment in the here and now will surely fade in time. Unfortunately, Yusuf is the only man whom he will not outlive, and so he must suffer this and hope to be rejected with some dignity.

Yusuf's head cocks to the side. "Is that it?" He asks, sliding one gentle finger under Nicolò's chin.

Nicolò's breath stutters on an exhale.

When Yusuf kisses him, his hands are clammy and clumsy, grasping for Yusuf. His mouth is unsure, open to whatever Yusuf wants from him. And his heart, his heart pounds and pounds and pounds.

-

In Isfahan, Yusuf helps the inn's stable boy with the horses. He strips off both his shirts in the sun, and Nicolò trips on his own feet, spilling the water he had meant to bring Yusuf down his own shirt.

Yusuf's grin is wolfish. "You will have to take it off, then," he says.

-

In Kairo, they run out of money and Nicolò has to play cards to keep their room. he is terrible at games of chance, but he does alright at keeping his thoughts to himself and can win at cards with a good hand and a bit of luck.

His hand is little more than alright, and he resigns himself to sleeping under the stars.

Then, of course, Yusuf catches his eye from across the room and winks, and Nicolò's entire face flushes.

His opponents, taking it for a tell, resign their hands, leaving Nicolò the winner.

"I don't appreciate you using me like that," Nicolò huffs later into Yusuf's skin. burying the heat of his face into Yusuf's shoulder even as he buries his cock into Yusuf's ass as deep as he can go.

Yusuf throws his head back and moans in delight. "Use me back?" He suggest, throwing Nicolò another wink over his shoulder.

-

In Venice, at carnival, Yusuf is Giuseppe in a fox-faced mask and leggings so tight Nico cannot form complete thoughts. They dance, together, for once, under cover of the chaos carnival brings, and Nico's knees are weak for long moments after he's been released from Giuseppe's strong grip.

"I mean this in the nicest way," Quynh tells him, passing him a glass of something cold and strong, "but you are truly pathetic."

Giuseppe smiles at him over the shoulder of the young woman he is currently spinning across the dance floor and Nico's stomach flutters.

-

In Montpelier, Nico is making quiche, kneading the dough carefully by hand.

Joseph pokes his head into the kitchen. "Will it be long, my love?" He asks. His hair is wet from the rain outside. It's longer than it has been in a while, the soft curls begging to be touched. He's taken off his coat, but his shirt is just wet enough to show the lines of his chest beneath.

Belatedly, Nico realizes he is still holding a ball of dough in his hand and that there was a question in there. "I'm sorry," he says. "What?"

Joseph grins at him, slow and devastating. Heat pools in Nico's chest, in the pit of his stomach.

"For fuck's sake, when is dinner?" Booker groans from behind Joseph. "I'm starving, flirt later."

-

In Manchester, Joe comes back from grocery shopping and, as soon as he has deposited the bags, he picks Nicky up in his arms and spins him around. "I missed you, my heart," he says, with a kiss to the edge of Nicky's cheek.

Nicky's dizzy when he's released, heart pounding, cheeks flushed. His hands are slow to release Joe, stroking softly along his ribs. The warmth of Joe's skin is as welcome as always.

The quirk of Joe's smile, soft and crooked, makes him flush as they let go.

"You're cute and all," Nile says, groaning at the weight of the remaining groceries. "But haven't you been dating for, like, a thousand years?"

-

"I can't believe Nicky's still like this," Nile groans, stuffing another roasted marshmallow into her mouth. Nicky's stuttering - actually stuttering - because Joe flexed for him. It would be douchey, if he didn't do it so transparently to fluster Nicky.

Andy stabs a marshmallow from the package with way too much intensity. "Eh," she says. "Wait for it."

"Huh?"

"Keep watching," she says, staring intently at her marshmallow as she turns it slowly over the fire.

On the other side of their little campsite, Nicky is shaking his head ruefully, running a hand through his hair. He says something, but it's too quiet for Nile to hear. Probably you menace, or whatever that is in Italian.

He turns, then, to pick up more firewood, and Joe--

Joe follows the movement of his body with eyes that are more eager than hungry, the stretch of his pants over his thighs, the tightening of his biceps as he picks up the wood.

"Come on, then," Nicky says, giving Joe that nice little smile he has, and Joe--

Joe's cheeks flush and he rubs his suddenly sweaty hands on the sides of his pants before he comes over to sit with the rest of them.

Nile blinks.

"Ugh," she says. "I will never find love."

Andy thunks their half-melted marshmallows together in a toast.

also here on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28555671

Aww, so sweet :D

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