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AAAHAHHHHAHHAHHAHAH that's one of my favourite authors too!!!!

Author here:
You know, you just made me blush really violently and now I'm sitting here, grinning like an idiot :D Thank you!! :D

As the person who reposted the prompt, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!! So jazzed to see a fill and what you've written is incredible! I can't wait for the next part.

Author here:
Thank you for reposting it :D I think I read it like 10 times and every time I thought "no, you can't do that now" but then I couldn't resist any longer. It's an awesome prompt!

The sheets are red silk, and against them Nicolò is naked and trembling.

Yusuf has seen Nicolò naked before. But Nicolò choosing to undress in his presence is trust; looking him when he’s been stripped and chained is a betrayal. Yusuf nearly averts his eyes in shame, but he cannot. In the palace where things appear and disappear so easily, he is afraid of what might happen if he closes his eyes.

So Yusuf looks. He tries not to look at Nicolò’s body, to only see the signs of his assault. The cuffs around his wrists have left streaks of still-wet blood down his arms. The kohl under his closed eyes is smudged; he must have cried. Nicolò is cleaner than Yusuf has ever seen him. His skin shines faintly in the lamplight, and he smells like sandalwood. His hair has been cut—usually Nicolò does it himself, with whatever knife he has to hand—and he has been shaved. (Thoroughly shaved, Yusuf realizes when his eyes stray too far down.)

His lips have been painted. Yusuf hates himself for noticing.

Nicolò’s wrists are chained above his head, and his arms are trembling from the strain. Yusuf finds the key to the cuffs the moment he looks for it, as if the room has anticipated how badly he wants an excuse to not look at Nicolò and is eager to deny him one.

He throws the cuffs onto the floor once they’re undone; Nicolò stirs at the sound.

He blinks languidly at Yusuf; his pupils are wide, eyes more black than blue. He tries to sit up, but his arms buckle underneath him. Yusuf reaches out without thinking to steady him, and Nicolò—who Yusuf has seen shy away from human contact like a stray animal—leans into his touch.

“Nicolò?”

“You came.” The words come out slightly slurred.

“Always,” Yusuf says. “Are you all right?”

“No,” Nicolò says slowly.

“Shh.” It pains him to watch Nicolò struggle to speak, like his mind is somewhere deep underwater. “I’m here. Let’s leave this place.”

Nicolò shakes his head, then bites his lip. “I’m sorry,” he says, and then he seizes the front of Yusuf’s tunic and crushes their mouths together.

+++

Nicolò tries.

He lays there, still and silent, as though Yusuf isn’t within arm’s reach. He bites through his tongue until he bleeds. He breathes through the pain.

Then Yusuf’s fingers brush over his wrist as he uncuffs him—no, leave them, Nicolò thinks, I’m not strong enough—and the sensation of his skin on Nicolò’s is too much. It’s unbearable. It whites out the pain like a blow to the head.

+++

Nicolò’s mouth tastes like pomegranate juice, tart and sweet. He kisses Yusuf clumsily, open-mouthed and wet, pulling on Yusuf’s oft-mended tunic until it tears. Yusuf tries not to touch him, but Nicolò plasters himself against Yusuf’s body like paint on canvas, and Yusuf can’t stop him without hurting him. Instead he lets himself be dragged onto the bed, lets Nicolò settle himself between Yusuf’s body and the sheets.

At least with Nicolò’s mouth on his he can close his eyes.

“Yusuf,” Nicolò says, finally, when they break apart. He’s panting like he’s punctured a lung. “Please.”

“I can’t.”

“Please.” He’s crying again.

“Nicolò.” He cups Nicolò’s cheek, pressing his thumb against his mouth in the vain hope he’ll be silent, or at least that he’ll fail to be explicit.

Nicolò’s tongue darts out against Yusuf’s thumb. “I want you to fuck me,” he says, “please, I’ll do anything.” He tries to kiss Yusuf again, and Yusuf recoils. “I thought you wanted me.”

He can’t bear Nicolò’s terrible desperation, Nicolò who has never begged him for anything, Nicolò who never admits to pain no matter how many times Yusuf reminds him that he, too, is immortal and therefore knows that it must hurt. Nicolò would never be so careless as to tear the tunic he’s spent so many hours mending by firelight, so cruel as to try to guilt Yusuf into sex.

They’ll hate themselves for this later.

But if the Queen’s enchantments can ensnare Nicolò’s mind, they might, too, be able to surpass whatever force keeps his body immortal. Yusuf doesn’t know if Nicolò would die before he let Yusuf touch him.

It doesn’t matter. Let Nicolò hate him for a thousand years after this. Too much blood has been shed between them already.

+++

There is heat. Pleasure. Yusuf’s beard scratching pleasantly against his skin. Nails digging into his thighs as he’s turned over—terrible emptiness—sweet relief. Yusuf’s tears falling onto Nicolò’s skin.

Nicolò tries to apologize, incoherent as he is, mad as the feel of Yusuf’s cock inside him has made him. He doesn’t know if Yusuf hears.

Omg an update! Thank you author! I also hope you’re doing well. Very excited to see what happens the morning after

Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/5194.html?thread=1728842#cmt1728842

Fill:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/30876782

:o

I loved

For this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/4011.html?thread=1228203#cmt1228203

One of their favourite down time pastimes is Joe riding a dildo (he loves one that's just past comfortable), while Nicky feigns disinterest and reads a book. The only rule is Joe can't touch himself and Nicky only gives him attention when he slows down because he "can do better than that, keep going".

When Joe's well and truly past it - over-sensitised, can no longer lift himself up off the toy, desperate to come - Nicky helps him off, finally touches Joe's dick and fucks him through an orgasm.

+Fully-clothed Nicky topping naked Joe
++Joe tearing up because he's so overwhelmed
++++Ending with cuddles and Nicky praising Joe for taking it so well

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30903365

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10703.html?thread=3723727#cmt3723727

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30952547

Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/8523.html?thread=3001163&posted=1#cmt3943243

Fill:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/31006001

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/11729.html?thread=3922129

While Joe and Nicky are in captivity at Merrick, they are separated. And someone (Kozak?) gets a little sick of Nicky challenging their ethics, and decides to break him by convincing him they’ve managed to kill Joe permanently.

Only this turns out to be a really, really, really bad move. Because Nicky proceeds to escape his restraints and go on a one-man rampage through Merrick’s people until he can recover Joe’s body.

Cut to Andy/Booker/Nile arriving and finding the mother of all crime scenes. And Nicky breaking down and hardly daring to believe it when he finally does find Joe (alive).

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29926851/chapters/76594097

!! Loved it :)

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10703.html?thread=3635407#cmt3635407

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31120865/chapters/76894955

...incomplete, but VERY promising!

prompt fill: To make brain biopsy (or any other experiment/sample taking) easier, Nicky's hair is shaved in Merrick's lab. Joe can be awake for all of it, or wake during the biopsy, or only when all is over, however you prefer! But I'd prefer Nicky to be awake through it, keeping as still as he can, but more scared than for the rest of samples: while physical wounds heal, they're always scared head wounds could mean losing memories or knowledge or worse.

https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/11729.html?thread=3954129#cmt3954129

*Disclaimer - All medical and scientific information contained within this fic is either terribly wrong, wholly made up, or closer to right but not researched or fact checked

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It had been a few hours since they’d both been strapped down to the tables. So close to one another and yet still so far apart.

It had started horrifically enough, with IVs inserted, samples taken, physical exams performed. But, after that first wave of pain there had been a nice lull. In a place like this, though, they both knew it couldn’t last.

Dr. Kozak returned soon enough, bringing with her a table of sterilized tools and a single assistant. She stood before them, gazing thoughtfully, squinting her eyes in concentration.

“We’ve sent your DNA off to be sequenced and analyzed. Until that is done, we have some time before the real work can be done figuring out the secret to your healing and immortality. But, I am not one to waste time. And, science must march forward even if it might come at a price of your uncomfortability.”

She tapped a finger on her chin as her eyes drifted between Nicky and Joe. She knew that the experiments she was about to perform would most likely not shine a positive light on her if it was ever truly realized how she had gotten her data, but her humanitarian view of helping cure disease was also mixed with an innate curiosity of how the human body worked. And, she currently had two new test subjects to have some fun with.

“Let us begin prepping him.” She said pointing at Nicky before turning on her heel to gather up the other supplies she might need.

Nicky and Joe exchanged a quick glance, both of their eyes full of fearful uncertainty as the assistant headed over to Nicky's table, pulling out new straps and tightening the ones already holding him down.

“Wait! What are you planning on doing?” Joe shouted, pulling at his bonds as much as he could.

“Joe?” Nicky, spoke as he began to put up the little bit of fight his bonds would allow.

“People might want to call me a mad scientist after today, but they won’t also be able to add any racist associations with it. Hmm?”

“What? What does that mean?” Joe continued to shout after her. “Wait! Stop! What are you going to do to him?”

Nicky was quickly losing the little bit of freedom of movement he had. Not only were more straps now holding his chest, upper arms and knees down, but also some that now held his head down to the table, unable to turn or lift it at all, only able to stare forward to the ceiling. Nicky slid his eyes down as far to the side into his periphery and was just able to make out Joe’s distraught face, albeit a bit blurry.

Slipping into their own language, Nicky asked, “What are they doing?” Before wincing as he felt a series of small pin pricks along his scalp. He had begun to tremble lightly in fear of having no idea what was coming next, but it was obviously having to do with his skull. They both hated having to heal from traumatic head wounds. More than once, all of the immortals had experienced disorientation when they had returned or healed because of them. It had never persisted for a long period of time, but there was always an undercurrent of fear that one day it might stick, that they might forget their family, the people they loved most in the world. Forget hundreds, thousands of years of memories, of history together.

Joe did not answer Nicky. Instead, he once more threw himself against his bonds, as Nicky heard the sound of a hair trimmer turn on.

“Why are you shaving his head?” Joe yelled.

Nicky started. Wait, they were shaving his hair? He could not feel it, only a slight pressure, but he could hear the sounds of a hair trimmer. “Love, are they shaving my hair?” He whispered with a trembling voice, his eyes still slid to the side. “I can’t feel it.” Joe shot him a wounded look from what he could see in his periphery.

“The local anesthesia seems to be working well,” the assistant called out to the doctor. Finishing up, the assistant moved to place a medical sheet like a halo around the top of Nicky’s newly shaved head, blocking Joe’s view of the crown all the way down it to his ears and forehead.

“Perfect,” Dr. Kozak said, pulling a rolling stool to sit just behind Nicky’s head and setting the tools she had gathered in her absence onto the tray. “Pull his straps just a bit tighter, we don’t need him moving about too much during this procedure.”

She snapped on some gloves as those last few steps were taken.

Nicky was trying to focus his breathing through the rising panic, trying to think about how this wasn’t the worst experience of torture he had ever been through. At least it was air conditioned?

He could hear Joe next to him whispering sweet words as he made his eyes fall shut. Taking in slow breaths, he tried to create a focused calmness. But, the sound of the bone saw had them flying back open, his heart beat tripling. Joe was once again fighting against bonds and yelling out protest.

Dr. Kozak could not help her eye roll. These men needed to accept where they were in her opinion. She cut off the saw and looked at Joe with an impatient stare. “We have anesthetized where we are cutting. There won’t be any unnecessary pain. Now keep quiet or we will have to move you two apart.”

“Yusuf,” Nicky breathed out quietly. He knew he would need him here for whatever was happening next. They couldn’t separate them.

“Habibi” Joe answered quietly as he settled back down on his table. The bone saw turning on once more.

When it made contact, all Nicky did was wince at the strange pinching pressure that he could feel on the back of his skull. Squeezing his eyes shut now at the strange sensation, the unsettling feeling of the saw’s tremors traveled from his skull to a heavy pool of fear gathering in his stomach.

He didn’t know what was worse, having Joe beside him but unable to speak, or not having him here at all to bear silent witness to these strange tortures. He breathed in shakily, trying to find what comfort he could in knowing that he wasn’t alone.

Soon enough the bone saw turned off, and Joe watched as she placed the bloody machine down. His stomach turned at the sight of his husband’s bright red blood slowly dripping from the saw. He watched her pick up a strange looking device next and prayed it would not harm Nicky too much, but he didn’t have much faith.

“Did you know that there is a place in your brain that, if injured, can cause you to understand language but you will not know how to respond?” Nicky and Joe both tensed up at these words said offhandedly by Dr. Kozak.

The assistant moved around to the side of Nicky’s head, partially blocking Joe’s view. Once he moved away Joe was able to see that he had attached strange looking electrodes onto Nicky's head. Next, the doctor flipped a switch on the strange tool and began her work.

“Feel free to speak to one another. But, only in English or the threat still stands about separating you two.”

“Habibi, how are you feeling?” Joe asked Nicky tentatively.

“Uncomfortable.” He responded. Trying to sound irritated and petulant, but it also came across filled with weariness and fear. He flexed his muscles and swallowed thickly. “So, how do I look without hair?”

“Not as good as I do.” Joe said with a small attempt to lighten the mood. He felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the small uptick of Nicky’s mouth.

“When this is all done, I will be the ah... judge..uh...” Nicky scrunched his face up in frustration. He opened his mouth like a fish out of water trying to get any words out of his mouth, but it was as if his brain and tongue were now disconnected. He felt his body seize slightly from the fear and incomprehensible feeling of knowing what he wanted to say but not being able to, a small moan escaping from his tortured body.

“My love, my heart, please. You don’t have to speak. I can feel your love across this space. As I have felt it across millennia.” Joe said to him, his voice drenched with love, compassion, fear.

Nicky slid his eyes as far as he could to Joe, wishing he could look at him fully, wishing he could get the word “Yusuf” past the threshold of his mouth. Instead, the only thing escaping from his body were the tears of frustration he couldn’t hold back. It was a strange feeling of helplessness only being able to partially look at Joe and gape his mouth open and closed. Confusion and fear were mixing together the longer he heard that strange buzzing tool.

Even though he couldn’t really feel what was happening, he guessed she was slicing more and more out of him.

And that was, in fact, exactly what she was doing.

His body seemed to stutter as his brain and lungs suddenly became disconnected. With this new feeling he found that he now couldn’t breath around the unformed words that wanted to escape his throat. Well and truly, feeling like a fish out of water.

“Oops, went a bit too far down,” Dr. Kozak said breezily behind him.

“Nicky! Nicolo! Look at me!” Joe’s frantic voice calling beside him.

Nicky wanted to, he truly did. Despite being unable to fulfill his request, Nicky was just glad that he had Joe’s voice here with him through this building agony. Unfortunately, a beeping sound was growing louder and louder in Nicky’s ears, distracting him until it was the only noise that existed and the only experience that was competing with the pain of his unfilled lungs. He felt his back arch against the restraints in a last desperate search for an escape from the pain and confusion, in a desperate search for oxygen.

And then he felt nothing.

Nicky gasped back to life a short time later. Gulping in air, as he attempted to reorient himself with his surroundings.

“Joe!” He breathed out at the same time he heard a voice behind him whisper “amazing,” in an awed voice. He wasn’t sure where he was and felt his newly revived heart speed up in his chest. He struggled to move his head but found it strapped down. “Where…?”

“Nicolo, I am here. I am here habibi,” he heard Joe say beside him. His voice sounded distressed.

Pushing his eyes to the side to the point of it being painful, he did his best to look at Yusuf. Just to catch a glimpse of him would be enough to calm his racing heart, even the fear stricken and tear streaked face he could make out. He just needed him here.

“Yusuf,” Nicky breathed out, finally feeling resettled. Flitting his eyes around, he became aware again of his surroundings, remembered the capture, the lab, the mad doctor poking around in his brain.

“Alright, lets try that one more time.” Came the disembodied voice of Dr. Kozak.

“Please, please do it to me this time!” Joe begged as she readied her instruments once more.

As the wound she had created in Nicky’s brain had healed, she had found a way to slow the healing of his skull with metal brackets she had shoved around the cut edges. This allowed her to quickly jump right back to it.

“Ah, Ah.” She said almost teasingly. “All good experiments must have a control group. And that’s what you are now.” Focusing her attention once more at the open brain before her. “Also, again feel free to speak, but only in English” she said as she began once more slicing out small sections of nickys brain.

“Yusuf, I... I don’t want to forget how to speak your name again” Nicky choked out. While he had remembered where he was, he still felt terribly disoriented and anxious about the nature of these experiments. He did not like that he had woken up confused and unsure, but at least he had remembered Joe.

“I can hear it, I can hear it when your heart says it to mine.” Nicky could hear the tears in his eyes as he spoke softly to him.

“Yusuf.... Yusuf.....” Nicky closed his eyes and repeated Yusuf’s name as if it was a prayer with reverence and unwavering faith. And, Joe did not interrupt his prayer, listening to his heart speak with utter love and devotion. Soon, though, Dr. Kozak found that place once more. As Nicky once again found himself only able to think the name but not say it, he felt himself begin to choke around his panic. Now, not only afraid of losing his voice, but of another accidental death that might leave him with more memory loss than before.

Joe spoke quietly at his side, “I can still hear you. I can hear your heart Nicky.”

Blessed Joe, always so good at soothing him with his sweet words, Nicky thought but couldn’t say.

He could vaguely hear the soft scratching of notes being taken. Nicky assumed they were recording the exact size, depth, width, and other details of the hole she had carved into him. He found himself feeling hopeful in the idea that maybe this was all she wanted to do.

But, then he heard another sound, one a bit more familiar. A blow torch? What was she doing? The smell of burning flesh answered that. She was cauterizing the hole. Nicky felt bile rising in his throat, sick to his stomach as he smelled the charred remains of his own flesh. This nausea was not helped by being unable to even voice his opinion on the matter. He attempted to twist his head from side to side, gasping and sputtering any sort of noise that would allow for his disagreement of this situation to be known. He bucked against the restraints as he let the rising panic wash over him again and again.

“Nicky, listen to me. Please. My heart, my moon. I love you. And, I can hear your heart saying the same.” Joe continued his attempts to calm Nicky down. Joe didn’t add that he could also hear his heart screaming out fear and vulnerability.

After a few moments, Nicky finally stopped thrashing around on the table and trying to speak. Doing his best to be still, he breathed in large mouthfuls of air as he stared upward to the ceiling.

“Alright, let's move on to the next test, I am going to attempt to interfere with your optic nerve.” Dr. Kozak said as Joe watched her pick up a long, thin needle-like probe. “Hmm, I know you can’t quite communicate easily right now. How about snapping your fingers when your eye sight is gone?”

“Please, if it is a new test you can practice on me now!” Joe didn’t want to watch Nicky tortured anymore than he already had been. He wanted so badly to take away some of this pain. Hot tears were trickling down Joe's face, but he couldn’t wipe them away. Nicky looked so scared and exposed. His lack of hair was making these emotions even more naked and stark in his features.

Dr. Kozak barely gave him any attention except to bark out, “Let's go back to you not speaking again.”

Joe and Nicky both felt like they had just been doused with ice cold water. Joe was realizing that he would have to resume his silent vigil over his tortured love when all he wanted to do was showers him with support and love. Nicky, on the other hand, was realizing that he was slowly becoming more and more trapped inside his head. No voice, no sight, and no Joe to ground him during those tortures.

Neither had much time to accept these new ideas before Meta was shoving that needle deep into Nicky's brain, immediately slamming him into pitch black darkness. Nicky began snapping his fingers in earnest and losing the tenuous grip he had regained of his control. He was now breathing in air too fast in his panic. What would she take from him next, his hearing? She was slowly taking all of his ways of interacting with the outside world away, leaving him to be trapped alone in the dark recesses of his mind all alone. It would be a fate worse than death. What if he died while in this state? What if he revived back into the hell she had created and couldn’t remember where he was or who he was?

He thought he could hear Joe over the roar in his ears his panic was causing. Wasn’t he supposed to be quiet? What if they took him away from Nicky? He couldn’t survive if they not only took his senses but took his Joe too. Gulping in air, he twisted in his binds once more trying to find some leverage, to find release.

It did not help that he had never been one that enjoyed the dark, having spent too many nights imagining Quynh alone at the bottom of a dark ocean. He wanted to get out of here. He needed to get out of here. But, he felt as if he was falling, falling into his own darkened ocean further and further down in his mind until it was just him and an inky blackness. He could feel his eyes bulged open but unseeing. Mouth open but unable to speak. Ears unharmed but roaring with panic.

Back in the lab and outside the terrifying darkness Nicky had been thrown into, Joe choked out, “What are you doing to him?” He was on the verge of coming completely apart when Nicky had finished snapping fingers and gone quiet. But, the only answer he had gotten was a stern look from Dr. Kozak ,causing him to fall quiet once more.

Despite knowing that he could not speak without fear of being moved, he still wanted desperately to at least be able to call out to him. Seeing Nicolo like this was soul shattering. He had stopped fighting, and now lay trembling with his eyes wide and breathing set at the rhythm close to a hummingbird's wing. He hoped that Nicky knew he was still here, though, ready for his first opportunity to help him if an one ever presented itself.

Meta’s assistant was scribbling down notes once more. Turning to him, she said, “I am curious to see if he will heal around the instruments in his brain before we begin our next round of experiments.” He only nodded and pushed the bloody tray away as she stood, taking her gloves off. With one last glance back, she walked to her desk. Grabbing her phone and her purse, she spoke to Joe, “I’ll be back after lunch to continue, but I still don’t want a peep out of you.” She pointed to cameras situated throughout the room, “You are being monitored, so keep that in mind.” Turning around, she finally exited the lab.

The way her words were so cold and unfeeling made Joe’s stomach twist. They weren’t people to her, only objects to manipulate and study. He pulled at his restraints and let himself sob at his helplessness. Tiring quickly, he sagged against the table and dropped his head to the side to watch Nicky. While his breathing had thankfully slowed down, not much else about his state had changed.

He watched his blood slowly dripping into a pan below his head. Whatever instruments they had used to keep his skull open was not stopping his body’s regenerative properties. It was just creating a wound that was continuously trying to clot and close but being unable to.

He reached across the space with his mind and hoped Nicky could hear him as he began singing to him in his head in an attempt to not only help Nicky but also calm his own fried nerves.

A couple of hours later the lab burst into a flurry of movement.

Joe watched Andy and Booker being brought in and strapped to their own tables. His heart breaking even more as he heard of Andy’s mortality and Booker's betrayal. These new developments were devastating blows. His anger rose as he couldn’t help but see the broken body of Nicolo between him and the others. He hadn’t once risen out of his stupor, even with all the sounds and movement going on now.

“You selfish piece of shit!” He wanted to keep yelling, but Meta shot him a scathing look and he couldn’t help imagine what Nicky might say to him at this moment. What he might say, but now no longer could. He felt tears welling behind his eyes as he sagged back down and stared intently at the body of his love.

“What did she do to him?” He heard Andy quietly ask after she and Booker had been fixed with their own IVs and the wound in her stomach stitched up.

Meta was only a few feet away, now going through her notes at her desk. Joe shot his eyes over to her. He wanted to answer, but he was now even more certain the next time he pissed this mad woman off, she would certainly separate him from Nicky. Now that she had more playthings at her disposal.

He only looked at her with huge, shining eyes hoping to convey all he wanted to say before he shrugged.

No, he decided, the next time he chose to speak it would be only for Nicky. Locking his eyes on the trembling form, Joe let the rest of the world blur around him.

He couldn’t be sure the amount of time that passed between this and when Nile burst through the lab doors. He felt his heart speed up and mouth go dry as Andy called out to her when Meta tried to attack her. He needed to get off this table. He needed to see the wounds that were still obviously afflicting Nicky, as he still hadn’t moved to speak or lock eyes on anything with certainty since the experiments had been paused. Dr. Kozak had put off the continued experimentation while she finished collecting basic DNA samples from her new test subjects.

Nile went to Andy first, pulling her bonds easily. Booker’s self pitying words bringing forth a deep growl from Joe’s chest, he pushed down his anger for a time when his attention wasn’t needed fully elsewhere.

“Shit, what is happening to Nicky?” She asked as she had walked past his head that was still blocked from Joe’s full view.

“Nile, please,” he said, pulling a little hysterically at his bonds. She hastened her pace to his side and freed him from his own restraints. As soon as he could, he sprang from the table. Quickly undoing Nicky’s own bonds before coming to stand on the other side of the sheet.

“Shit.”

Nicky’s skull had been sawed open and held that way by thick metal, squared off hooks. The larger wound that had taken his speech had not been cauterized alone, but looked as if a metal plate had been placed where his brain should be. And, the thin probe that dove deep into his brain was jutting out from the place it had been cruelly stabbed.

His hands began to shake; he didn’t know where to begin. It felt brutal to rip the metal from the soft tissue of his love’s brain. It was inconceivable that he could even be looking at Nicky's brain in the first place!

He felt the rest of his family come around his back and surround him, all looking at the same disquieting sight. The constant ringing alarm signaled that they needed to move, though, and Joe wasn’t leaving here without Nicky. So, he set his stomach and pulled out the probe. Trying to work as quickly and efficiently as possible, he watched in his periphery as the others moved to the door of the lab to provide him with some cover while he worked. But, he knew he didn’t have long.

Despite how the textures and sounds turned his stomach, he made himself delve his fingers in and find leverage under the welded metal over the first wound and pulled. The squelching sound and feeling under his fingers, he knew, would haunt him for the millennia to come. He did his best to pack it away to be dealt with later, though, and moved to the brackets. He sagged with relief as he pulled the last of the torture implements from Nicky’s brain.

It helped his panic that he could see and feel the movement of healing while he proceeded through these tasks. However, he had to swallow thickly several times as his stomach was still roiling. He also still hadn’t heard any sound from his love.

Throwing the last of the equipment onto the floor and seeing the bone begin to reform, he yanked the medical cloth away and the electrodes off his head before circling to Nicky’s side. He gently petted Nicky’s now smooth but blood covered scalp. After this he would beg Nicky to let his hair grow long again. He would ask to kiss each strand every day, braid flowers into it, gently wash it, anything Nicky would allow him.

“Nicolo, destati. Please. We must leave.” He watched Nicky’s eyes begin to roam around before finally settling shakily on Yusuf. “Nicolo, habibi do you know where you are?” Joe asked gently, placing his still bloody hands on either side of Nicky’s face.

The look of utter confusion tore a wide hole through his heart as Nicky shook his head, no.

Tears pricked at the back of his eyes. Despite how much he wanted to hug Nicky close and help him through this confusion, there was no time to lose. With the alarms blaring loudly in his ears, he used their urgency to push him forward. “Do you trust me?” He asked, searching deep into his lover’s eyes for recognition.

A small nod was all it took for Yusuf to pull Nicky up and get him into his shirt and shoes that had been placed in a bag at the end of the table.

It was time to leave this hell on earth. Everything else could wait.

It was good but I cried D: (a good epilogue maybe?...)

OOWWW THAT HURT A LOT..
BUT SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭

OP here, this is soooo good, so heartbreaking, I love how you showed both of their pov! Thank you!

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10703.html?thread=3641807#cmt3641807

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31221443

So, this comment made me think about different epilogues I could write... and it always turns into smut haha... we'll see if it ever comes to fruition. no matter what, sex would be involved :P

it was never my intention to make people hurt!... okay, maybe a little...:P

but, I'm glad you thought it was good!

Ah! I'm so glad to know OP liked it!! <3 <3 <3

don't threaten me with a good time

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/10860.html?thread=3856748#cmt3856748

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31262654

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Fill: Joe/Nicky, a/b/o, alpha joe and omega nicky, temporary alpha