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Andy/Nile/Booker, pegging, double penetration

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/953.html?thread=26041#cmt26041.

Andy and Nile pegging Booker simoultaneously.

Joe and Nicky can be watching.



“He doesn’t look like he can take it, Joe,” Nicky remarks from the sidelines, and Booker whines in indignation. “Come now, my love,” Joe admonishes. “Where there’s a will there’s a way.”

The two of them are curled up together on an armchair, watching the scene taking place on the bed next to them. Andy has four fingers deep inside Booker, who’s on his hands and knees, while Nile is kissing him sweetly, gentling him as he tries to rock back against Andy’s fingers. “He does indeed seem particularly eager for it,” Nicky acknowledges, and that’s hard to miss: Booker is achingly hard, has been since Andy suggested this, casually, over breakfast. His cheeks are flushed red and he’s grinding back against Andy like he can’t get enough, like he wants her whole hand inside him, and Joe privately thinks that’s exactly what’s going to happen.

Sure enough, Andy gets that glint in her eyes, plastering herself across Booker’s back to murmur in his ear. “Do you think you can take more?” He nods, even though he looks fairly wrecked already, and Andy carefully tucks her thumb in and Joe and Nicky watch in fascination as she manages to work her whole hand inside of Booker. Nile even cranes around his body to watch, eyes wide at the sight, and Booker moans like something wounded, both at the stretch and at the thought of all of his teammates observing him so closely. His cock jerks, and it’s only by sheer force of will that he doesn’t come immediately.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Andy pulls her hand out, wiping it inelegantly on Booker’s thigh. “I think he might be ready, Nile. Do you want to go first or should I?” Nile bites her lip. “Maybe you first, so I can watch and see what to do?” Andy grins. “Booker and I are old hats at this, aren’t we?” She remarks with a fond slap to his ass, and he jolts and barely manages a “yes, boss,” his voice hoarse.

Indeed, Joe and Nicky have watched Andy do this countless times over the decades, but they still enjoy watching her step into her harness—“they’ve improved these things so much over the years,” she remarked right after she got the latest one—and they always savour the beatific look on Booker’s face as she pushes in the first time, like she’s making him whole somehow, a missing piece slotting into place. Booker was loud before, and he will be again, they know, but for now he’s calmer, head thrown back as Nile sucks bruises that disappear almost instantly into the pale column of his throat, and he only makes soft little gasps, little aborted “ah—ah—“ noises as Andy thrusts inside him.

“Try and slip another finger or two in beside me, Nile,” Andy suggests, tossing her the lube, and Nile scrambles to switch positions so she can get at Booker. She looks skeptical at the thought of much more fitting beside where Andy is already deeply seated, but Booker had been adamant that he wanted to try this, that he had always wanted to, that he was sure he could take it.

Despite her concerns, the first finger goes in easily, the feeling of Andy’s cock strange against her fingers. The second finger is a bit more of a stretch, but she manages it, and Booker actually screams, hips jerking wildly, and he circles the base of his own length with his fingers to hold himself back from coming. “Please, Nile, please, get inside me or I’m going to come, don’t want to until you’re both in me, please—“

Nicky and Joe share a look, a wordless conversation, and then Joe reaches out, his fingers hovering over where Booker has a tight grip on his straining cock. “Do you want me to help you? I can do that if you want,” and Booker nods gratefully, letting Joe’s tight fingers replace his own.

Nile takes a minute to get the harness on; Andy had shown her what to do earlier, but she still needs to fiddle with the straps, and while she’s waiting, Andy continues railing Booker with long deep thrusts that are pulling all sorts of delicious groans from his throat. She only pauses when Nile is ready, stilling to let the other woman slip inside next to her, and she pulls Nile in for a soft kiss, glad that they are doing this together.

Booker starts sobbing as Nile pushes in as well, but his cock is still rock hard, leaking a steady stream onto the covers, and it’s obvious to everyone that he won’t last long, tight fingers around his cock or not. Andy resumes her brutal pace, hitting his sweet spot on every thrust, while Nile is more careful, shallowly pushing into him, and somehow the contrast between them drives him absolutely wild.

“How does it feel, Book?” Andy asks, running a hand down his side like she’s soothing a horse. “S-so good,” he stammers out, barely able to hold himself up, his knees trembling. “Better than I imagined, fuck, right there, please, I can’t—“ Andy presses a single, sweet kiss to the small of his back, and Nile’s fingers are rubbing soft circles into his sides. “You can come whenever you need to, Sébastien,” Andy tells him, giving Joe a look as well, and Joe lets his fingers drop away. Booker manages to hold out through three more of Andy’s quick fire thrusts and two of Nile’s slower ones before he’s coming with a shout, spilling on the sheets beneath him in long spurts that look almost painful.

Andy and Nile pull out gently, and each of them pulls him in for a soft kiss, brushing the hair off of his forehead, wet with perspiration and tears. They lay down beside him, wrapping arms around his waist, but Nicky chuckles as he can see the way that Andy is squirming ever so slightly and Nile can’t stop her gaze wandering to the curve of other woman’s lip. “Go find your own pleasure, boss,” he tells her with a smile. “I think we can take over cuddling duties.” She doesn’t need to be told twice before she rolls on top of Nile, kissing her desperately, while Joe and Nicky climb on the bed to bracket Booker in a gentle embrace, pressing kisses to his hair.

Re: Andy/Nile/Booker, pegging, double penetration

[(Anonymous)]

Holy shit that's hot. I adore the team dynamic here, everyone working together and appreciating each other, and being casual but intimate. Booker's neediness is always a delight. I would love to see the cuddling!

Posted for author: FILL: Joe/Nicky, Joe Riding Nicky

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Has not yet been linked here, so for your convenience, the fill is here:

https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=304316#cmt304316

Fill: Joe/Nicky, mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

For this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=216764

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26089099

Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, mpreg

[(Anonymous)]

This was sweet and hot!!

fill; the world will wait: Joe/Nicky + Joe/sleep, the ultimate OTP in down times

[fonulyn]

for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=248252#cmt248252

here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26090404

Joe/Nicky, shaving

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/953.html?thread=18873#cmt18873
One of them shaves the other. Sexily?

Fill here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26091586

Domestic Downtime, a little team bonding, Joe shaving Nicky and some rimming

FILL: Nicky/Joe Butt Plugs

[(Anonymous)]

Original prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=406455#cmt406455

Who knew butt plugs were invented so early!

PSA: Joe says that one of these "dilators" can be worn for "as long as you like". This was a claim made by the original inventor of the butt plug, who also claimed it could cure insanity! Please don't take your sex advice from that guy.

--

The first time they came together, it was soft and tender. Yusuf was a gentle man, Nicolò had learned in their years traveling together. There was a calmness to his very soul that soothed even the worst fears and pains. His first time penetrating Nicolò was no different. He had found a bottle of something oily from a merchant who sold these kinds of things, and a room in an inn that was more comfortable than it had any right to be. He laid Nicolò out on the bed, long legs spread before him, gazing at him with the same wonder with which he looked at the stars.

Nicolò had always believed the act of penetration was painful for the recipient, damaging, even degrading. With Yusuf it was none of those things. Yusuf’s fingers circled his entrance, massaging the area open, slow and cautious. By the time he entered him, Nicolò was nearly crying with desperation, and he clung tight to Yusuf’s strong back as his lover rocked into him.

After a few times, they were both more used to the act. Yusuf moved more quickly this time, was rougher, and Nicolò was so caught up in the pleasure that he hardly noticed the sharp pain that accompanied a particularly sharp thrust. It felt as if something was caught inside him, but the pain faded quickly. It was only when Yusuf pulled out and saw blood on his cock that they realized what had happened.

“I am so sorry, my heart,” Yusuf whispered to him, once they had cleaned up and assured themselves that there was no remaining damage. “I am so sorry.”

Nico kissed him. “I can hardly even consider that an injury,” he said. “I barely noticed.”

“Still.” Yusuf looked stricken. “I had not even considered that your body may not have adjusted.”

It turned out that it wasn’t nearly as much of a hardship as either of them had worried. Yusuf was clever with his hands and attentive to every sound that Nicolò made. He played his lover’s body like a lute, and later like a piano, when they visited Italy in the 1700s and discovered his talent at that new instrument.

Nicolò often wished that they could go faster, that Yusuf could just throw him to the ground and have his way with him, even when they only had a short time together, but even when he was reminded of Nicolò’s healing, Yusuf refused.

“I will never hurt you,” he said, pressing gentle kisses to every part of Nicolò’s body.
(The first time he had touched his lips to Nico’s hole, opening him up with his tongue instead of his fingers, had been like waking up after his first death.)

In 1893, Joe had an idea. He told Andy that they were taking a short vacation, and dragged Nicky to Chicago, where he booked them into a hotel and disappeared. He returned with a small box and a wide grin.

“What are you plotting?” Nicky asked suspiciously.

Joe opened the box. “A doctor called Young invented these,” he said. “He calls them rectal dilators. They’re for the treatment of some disease, I wasn’t really paying attention. But they can be held inside you for as long as you like.”

“Inside?” Nicky heard his voice trembling at the thought. It was not a tremor of fear, and Joe knew the difference, responding with a wolfish grin.

“Inside,” he said, his voice a low whisper. “Like I’m fucking you, all day. You can go outside, walk down the streets, do whatever you need to do, and only you and I will know that you’re being buggered, that you’re desperate and being held open, ready to be fucked.”

“How do you know I’ll be desperate?” Nicky challenged.

“Oh, you will be,” Joe whispered.

He took hours to open Nicky up that night, using his lips and his tongue and his fingers, keeping it up until Nicky was crying with overstimulation. He came three times that night, first on Joe’s tongue while his lover’s clever fingers wrapped around his cock, second with three fingers inside him as Joe sucked him off, and finally, desperately, a sobbing, dry orgasm with his cock untouched and twitching as Joe played with his hole, watching him in delight.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Joe whispered. “You’re always beautiful, but like this- God, I love watching your pleasure. I could do this for days. Just keep fucking you with my fingers until you’re all worn out, until you could come from me breathing on your cock. Would you like that?”

Nicky laughed, exhausted. “I think we’re already there,” he said.

Joe blew on his cock teasingly, making Nicky gasp and shudder.

He had some mercy, though, fucking him then until both of them were shaking. When he was done, however, instead of curling up together to sleep, he pulled the dilator out of its box and pushed it into Nicky, bracing himself against his hip.

Nicky gasped. It was smaller than Joe, but it felt like he was being entered again, like he was being fucked. Joe twisted the device pressing it deeper into him, and then pulling it back out. He experimented a few times, before finally letting it rest.

“God, Joe,” Nicky gasped. “Joe-”

Joe kissed him. “Come on, I got us reservations at a nice restaurant for tonight, and we promised Andy we’d buy her some souvenirs before we go.”

With a soft sob, Nicky got up. He had agreed to this, he reminded himself. Joe patted his ass once they were dressed, making him groan.

Walking was difficult, like he was learning to do it for the first time. Joe held out an arm for him to balance himself with. The entire evening, it was like a reminder pressed deep inside him, a secret he could feel with every fiber of his being.

When they returned to the hotel, he barely had time to close the door before Joe crowded him against it, kissing him with a passion that had burned for centuries.

“I have wanted you all night,” Joe whispered. “I’m going to take you right now. Are you ready?”

Nicky nodded desperately. “Please,” he whispered.

Joe pushed him back against the bed, a wild grin on his face. Nicky returned the smile, pulling at his shirt. They ripped some of their clothing in their haste to pull it off, before Joe yanked the dilator out with one quick movement. He braced himself against the bed, slamming into Nicky with no preparation. Nicky shouted, his hand wrapping around Joe’s curls.

He was vaguely aware that words were coming out, but mostly he could just feel the movement inside of him, the friction after so much stillness all day. He whimpered, each thrust of Joe’s hips drawing new and unfamiliar sounds out of him.

There was no finesse to this coupling, no careful preparation, no softness. Of course, the tenderness was still there- Joe wouldn’t be Joe if he weren’t gentle to his very core- but tonight they were going fast, biting bruises into each other’s skin just to watch them heal.

After a whole day on edge, it was no surprise that Nicky came first, his hips jerking off the bed, his orgasm taking him almost by surprise. Joe pumped his hips into him a few more times before he followed, gasping against Nicky’s neck.

They were so close Nicky thought he could crawl into Joe’s skin and live there. He could feel his lover’s heartbeat against his chest. They kissed like it was the first time.

“Are you alright, my love?” Joe asked, nuzzling against the crook of his neck.

It took Nicky a moment to answer. “Fuck,” he managed after a few moments. Joe laughed.

“We,” Nicky said. “Are keeping that thing.”

Bonus:
“Where are you from?” Joe asked.

Nile took a moment to chew before she answered. “Chicago.”

“Chicago!” Joe grinned. “We’ve had some good times in Chicago around the turn of the century. Remember, Nicky?”

“Which century was this now?” Nile asked.

Nicky, acutely aware of the thick plug stretching his ass, elected to let Joe answer that.

Re: FILL: Nicky/Joe Butt Plugs

[(Anonymous)]

Oh man, so he wears one all the time now? HNG HNGNGNGNGG

[Fill] One Name, Two Name RE: Nicky/Joe Terms of Endearment

[somethingsfishy]

Original Prompt here:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=293308#cmt293308

And Fill is here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/26100334

Re: [Fill] One Name, Two Name RE: Nicky/Joe Terms of Endearment

[(Anonymous)]

OP here!! This was adorable thank you so much 🥰🥰 I loved all the names and the story of how they first came about!

Fill: Joe/Nicky, Hickeys

[(Anonymous)]

Neither of them really knows what triggers it, and they’ve had the time and inclination to experiment, but sometimes Joe gets orally fixated. He’s usually the last one to notice. Just like Joe keeps snacks around for Nicky, who can get hangry on long missions, Nicky keeps a pack of gum on hand for Joe. It’s when the gum isn’t enough, when he starts chewing on straws and coffee lids, on his expensive drawing pencils, and last (but certainly not least) on Nicky, that Joe will take these things out of his mouth and say, “How long have I been…”

It’s often Andy who knows, she pays attention to this stuff like she’s keeping an eye out for issues with their immortality. This time, watching Joe frown and put his chewed chopsticks down in his mostly-empty takeout container, Andy says “Since yesterday. You put the string of Nicky’s hoodie in your mouth when you were reading that book over his shoulder.”

Nicky frowns a little, “Sorry my love, I didn’t notice.”

“It was a good book.” Joe reassures him. They’d been cuddled up on the couch, Nicky on his lap, his arms around Nicky’s waist. They’re working their way through Pratchett.

“It’s movie night, you guys can neck like the teenagers you are at heart.” Andy tells them, smiling in a way that undercuts her teasing.

Movie night was Nile’s idea. They cycle through who gets to choose for the week, assuming they’re all together and not working on something that interrupts the schedule. She makes them watch recent things they may have missed and they choose an eclectic assortment of foreign language and old (by Nile’s standards) classics. Quynh is slowly adapting to the internet and often has the best choices because she does actual research on them. It’s a brilliant ploy for team bonding.

Since everything that went down with getting Booker and Quynh back they’ve been holed up in an old farmhouse in the countryside. The living room has a loveseat that Joe and Nicky have already accidentally napped in twice, waking up to find Booker ignoring them, watching football on mute like he wasn’t the one to tuck a blanket around them. There’s still some tiptoeing around each other, thus, movie nights.

Joe is already a hundred percent certain that he’s not going to watch the movie, whatever it is that Andy chose.

Nicky’s little frown disappears when he catches Joe’s line of sight. “Oh, it’s like that?”

“Like what?” Joe asks, playing dumb. They smile at each other.

“Now you notice.” Andy complains, just trying to finish her dumplings. “Go, join the others, I’ll deal with the trash.”

“Thanks, Boss.” Joe says, already chewing on his own lower lip.

“Yes, thank you Andy.” Nicky echoes. He takes Joe’s hand and gently pulls him along into the living room.

They settle on the loveseat, briefly interrupting an ongoing argument about, of all things, sparkling versus flat water. Nobody asks for their input, which is good, because then Joe’s biting Nicky’s lower lip instead. By the time Andy joins them, settling on the couch between Quynh and Nile to get the movie started, Joe’s about to ask Nicky if maybe they can skip this one. Instead, Nicky manhandles him into rearranging so that he can comfortably lean back against Joe’s chest, one leg stretched out along the loveseat and the other dangling off the side. Joe can’t see the screen very well but that’s okay because Nicky’s given him perfect access to his neck.

Joe kisses him first, up along his shoulder. Nicky makes a pleased hum but reaches up and holds Joe’s mouth against his neck, asking for it. Joe nips at him, laughing when Nicky tugs on his hair, impatient, and gives in. He’s spent hours sucking bruises on Nicky’s pale neck before. As usual, the first one he leaves is the softest, it doesn’t take long to show up after Joe lets up on the pressure, faint and pink. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long to disappear either, fading darker and back to nothing in under a minute.

After that he has a better feel for it. Joe prefers to do this after he’s already made Nicky come, pressing him into the mattress with the weight of his body and sucking hickeys onto his neck until Nicky gets desperate to go again and gives Joe something else to get his mouth on. They haven’t done this during movie night before, for all Andy accuses them of being horny teens. It’s nice. Nicky’s plastered against him, alternating between ignoring Joe and wordlessly asking for it harder by giving him a better angle or tugging at Joe’s curls.

Joe gets wrapped up in it, committed to seeing Nicky all marked up with the shape of his mouth even for a fleeting moment. It’s a good thing the movie has everyone’s attention because Nicky squirms after the third one Joe makes deep and dark, sucking long and hard. After the fifth Nicky makes a soft noise somewhere between pained and aroused and tugs his oversized hoodie down over his crotch. When it looks like Nicky’s been attacked by an exuberant vampire, Joe kisses every fading bruise.

He tugs gently on Nicky’s earlobe with his teeth, letting go to whisper, “Need a break amore mio? Want to go to bed?”

Nicky thinks about it for a second, squirming again and feeling Joe hard against him, but shakes his head. “Feels good like this.” He whispers back.

Joe bites him in response, not hard enough to draw blood of course, but enough that it makes Nicky jump a little bit and make that same tiny noise. He manages to watch some of the movie with his mouth on Nicky’s neck, sucking the same spot over and over like he can taste the bruise and is really trying to make it last. Eventually Nicky has to push him away, making Joe laugh and torment him by dragging his beard against the mark. Their giggling makes Nile throw popcorn at them.

Joe goes back to giving Nicky a string of hickeys, laughing softly to himself at the rhyme. He likes the taste of Nicky’s skin, always has, likes when Nicky gets a little pushy but stays lazy like this is all about him indulging Joe. As if he’s not having trouble hiding his erection. Joe risks putting his hand into the pocket of Nicky’s hoodie and giving it a squeeze just as he sucks harder on an already-fading mark, delighting in the way Nicky sucks in a breath and jerks against the arm Joe has around his chest.

Nicky pushes up into Joe’s hand just once and then says, “After the movie?”

Joe kisses his neck in agreement, just holding him close until the credits roll. He’ll get his mouth back on Nicky soon enough.

Re: Fill: Joe/Nicky, Hickeys

[(Anonymous)]

Really nice! Hot! Loved the idea of the movie nice and Joe’s oral fixation

FILL: Full Moon [Joe/Nicky, Joe is a werewolf] 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

“Fuck!”

Nicky whirled around at the sound. Normally, he had an instinctive sense of where Joe was at any point, especially during combat, but this mission had been screwy from the start. They were all thrown off-balance by Andy’s mortality, and with Booker gone, it was like fighting with an arm missing. Nile was good, she was more than good, but she didn’t know their rhythms yet, and all of them were spread thinner than they liked. So he didn’t notice the danger approaching Joe until his love had already been hit.

He turned, gun raised, but Andy had already cut down Joe’s attacker, which turned out to be the biggest wolf Nicky had ever seen, ginger-furred and muscular, its face frozen in a snarl as it fell to the ground. There was a thick chain around its neck that looked like it had snapped, and blood matted in its fur, telling him that they were not the wolf’s first prey tonight.

Nevertheless. Joe thanked Andy, giving Nicky a nod, and although he was still cradling his shoulder, it would heal. Nicky made a mental note to kiss him where the bite had disappeared later tonight, and returned his attention to the matter at hand.

They cut through the rest of the guards with no further trouble, and Andy was bitching about Copley’s intel when they heard Nile say “uh, guys?”

She was standing over a dead body, half-decapitated by a smooth stroke of Andy’s labrys. That in itself wasn’t unusual, except the body was naked, had blood on its teeth, and was a very human man lying where the wolf had been cut down.

Nile looked up at them as they watched her in stunned silence. “When were you guys going to tell me werewolves were real?”

*

With Booker gone, it was Nile doing most of the research. It took them most of the following morning to convince her that none of them had ever encountered a werewolf before, and at least another hour of debate between them on whether they should tell Copley or not.

It was two days before anyone noticed anything different about Joe.

He’d healed up before they even left the compound, grumbling a little bit about being taken off guard, but was perfectly normal. It took Nile to notice anything amiss.

“Can immortals get colds?” she asked one evening, apropos of nothing.

Nicky looked up from the book he had been reading. “No, our bodies heal disease just like an injury. Andy caught the Black Death twice, you know.”

“Ask Nicky about the Spanish Flu sometime,” Andy retorted, without looking up from her card game.

“Why do you ask?”

“Joe’s been sniffling a lot lately,” she observed. “And I’m not about to spend eternity getting colds every six months.”

“Six months?” Andy did look up now. “Your immune system’s weak.”

“It’s probably just the air here,” Joe said, before Nile could retort. “Allergies aren’t a problem for us, but air quality can be.”

Their dinner arrived then (takeout, Nicky believed, was one of the greatest inventions of his lifetime), distracting them from the conversation at hand. Joe stepped out of the way when the pizza arrived, disappearing into another room until they had already loaded their plates, and coming back later. Nicky watched him carefully, but Joe responded with a reassuring smile, grabbing pizza and joining the argument over which movie to watch.

“What was that with the pizza?” Nicky asked later that night, as they were getting ready for bed.

Joe shook his head. “I’m feeling old-fashioned lately,” he confessed. “Lately it’s been bothering me when Nile cuts in front of Andy for food. It’s none of my business, and clearly Andy doesn’t mind, but I don’t want Nile to think she’s doing something wrong.”

“Old-fashioned? Love, that’s positively archaic.” Nicky kissed him lightly, just to show he was teasing.

And they would have forgotten about it, if it hadn’t been for a few days later, at the grocery store, when the clerk was flirting with Nicky. He heard a low growling from behind him, and barley had time to turn before he heard Nile his “are you growling?”

Nicky was so set on distracting he clerk that he missed Joe’s response. Nile didn’t bring it up again until they were home with their groceries.

“I think we should call Copley,” she announced.

Andy, who hadn’t gone out with them, frowned at her. “Why?”

“Something’s wrong with Joe.”

Nicky felt his heart drop at her words, but he couldn’t deny it.

“I’m fine, Nile,” said Joe.

“He growled at a cashier for flirting with Nicky. You can’t tell me that’s normal.”

“Normal gets a little relative when you’ve been alive for nine centuries,” said Andy.

Nile didn’t back down. “Look, I don’t know you guys as well as you know each other. But are you telling me Joe chasing squirrels out of the backyard is standard behavior for him? Yesterday he stood by the door and glared at the mailman until he left. He keeps sniffing Nicky! That is not normal!”

“She is right,” Nicky said apologetically. “You’ve been acting unusually recently.”

“Since he got bit by the werewolf,” Nile pointed out. “He got bit by a werewolf and then started growling and chasing squirrels and sniffing people. Two plus two.”

They called Copley.

“Werewolves?” he asked. “I thought that was a myth.”

“Yeah, us too,” said Nile. “But when Andy killed that wolf, it turned into a human. And now Joe is acting…”

“Like a wolf?” Joe raised an eyebrow at her, snarling playfully.

“I thought it was a myth, but I did have a colleague who believes in this sort of thing,” Copley finished. “She never proved it. Just like I couldn’t prove the existence of a team of immortals. She had whispers, though, of werewolves, monsters, of impossible things. I can contact her for some more information.”

“Don’t,” Andy ordered. “We’re keeping this between us.”

After they hung up with Copley, Nile asked, “but wouldn’t Joe’s immortality take care of it?”

They looked at each other. “Could be like the snake,” Nicky said.

“What snake?”

“A few years ago,” Andy began.

“At least a century,” Joe corrected.

Andy waved her hand, ignoring him. “I got bitten by a snake,” she continued. “Of course, the wound healed up right away. But the venom didn’t clear out of my system. I died slowly over several days. Do you know what necrosis feels like?”

“Not… good?” Nile guessed.

Nicky stifled a laugh, and Andy made a face at him. “More or less,” she said. “Point is, if werewolves have some sort of venom that turns you into one of them, Joe could very well be infected, even if the bite healed.”

Joe spoke up then. “So if I die, it might be cured.”

“We’re not trying that,” said Nicky firmly.

“Well, if dying doesn’t change your haircut or whether you’ve shaved, maybe it wouldn’t change this,” Nile pointed out. “It’s not a total reset, is it?”

“We’re not going to test it.”

“I won’t hurt anyone.” Joe sounded sure and absolute. “Whatever we have to do, I’m not going to hurt anyone.”

“Joe,” said Andy. Her voice was almost tender. “We won’t let that happen.”

“Maybe we should call Booker,” Joe suggested.

Nicky stiffened. “No.”

“Why?” asked Nile. It wasn’t clear which of them she was talking to, but Joe answered her anyway.

“No offense intended, Nile, but you’re new to this,” he said. “I’ve had nine hundred years of training on you. Andy’s mortal now, and Nicky-” he smiled at his husband, full of affection, and for once, Nicky couldn’t return the smile, “my Nicky won’t hurt me, even if it risks his life. When I turn, Booker might be the only one who can stop me. It would be good to have the pack together for this.”

“You’re being a wolf again,” said Andy. “And an idiot. I can still kick your ass.”

“Have any of you guys seen Buffy?” Nile asked.

They stared at her blankly, and she groaned. “I live with a bunch of people who last paid attention to pop culture in the 1400s,” she grumbled. “The TV show. Which, by the way, we’re watching. I’m getting you all a Netflix account. But the point is, there’s a werewolf character. When he turns, they lock him in a cage in the school library.”

“Why is there a cage in the library?”

“I don’t know, it’s a TV show. That’s not the point.”

But after a month of debate, that was the best they could come up with. Andy vetoed calling Booker back, although they could all tell that she wanted to. Joe vetoed Copley’s suggestion that they put cameras in the bunker he found for them. And Nicky vetoed Joe’s insistence that he got in there alone.

“I’m not going to hurt you, Nicolò,” Joe said, when they were alone in their room. “I will not allow that to happen.”

“I know you won’t,” Nicky said with complete confidence. “You’ll transform, or maybe you won’t, and the two of us will have a quiet evening alone.”

“And what if we don’t?” Joe asked him. “What if I’m not there anymore, when I transform, and I hurt you?”

Nicky kissed him. “Then I’d heal,” he promised. “But I won’t have to. You would never hurt me, hayati.”

“Nicky,” Joe said, his voice soft and worried. “I can feel my instincts changing. The wolf in me sees you, smells you, and it’s screaming that you’re my mate. I want to throw you down and claim you, make you mine. When I transform, I don’t know that I can control this.”

“Then don’t,” Nicky said. “I am yours. If you want to claim me, then do it. Whatever form you’re in, you’ll always be my Yusuf.”

*

Two days before the full moon, they flew to the place that Copley had picked out. It was a remote bunker in Alaska, abandoned. There was a comfortable main base, where Andy and Nile could camp out for the night, and a separate room off of that with two locked doors. One could only be opened from the outside, with a key that Andy snatched away, and they all knew that she would hold onto until it was absolutely safe. The other one, the inside one, could only be opened by fingerprint.

“Your index finger will open it,” Copley told him quietly. “Most fingerprint locked doors require a thumbprint. Your thumb is a failsafe. You put your thumb up to the lock, a sedative gas releases into the room. Strong enough to knock out a horse. If anyone tries to force you to open the door, just use your thumb.”

“By ‘anyone’, you mean Joe.”

Copley didn’t flinch. “I mean Joe," he agreed. “I need you to be prepared for the possibility that this might go south.”

“I’m prepared for more than you could ever imagine,” Nicky said shortly, and returned to Joe’s side.

FILL: Full Moon [Joe/Nicky, Joe is a werewolf] 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

The night of the full moon, Nicky felt his heart beating in anticipation. When the outer door locked, Andy met his eyes and nodded.

Every second felt like hours, unsure if Joe would actually transform or not. But before long, any question disappeared when Joe gasped and doubled over.

“Joe?” Nicky dropped the book he was ready and scrambled to be by his side. “Love, look at me. Are you alright?”

Joe nodded, pressing his forehead against Nicky’s. “It feels like my bones are moving,” he said. “This is… not pleasant.”

Nicky laughed hollowly. “I’m here, my love,” he said. “I’m here.”

It took more than an hour. He stroked Joe’s curls, whispering reassurances even as the ears he spoke into pointed and curved upwards. He felt the body in his arms grow, he hummed softly to him as his clothing ripped off.

When it was over, he looked up into the eyes of an enormous wolf. Joe was huge. His fur was long and dark, and his ears twitched, listening to sounds that Nicky couldn’t quite hear. His long snout was pressed against the side of Nicky’s neck, but when he pulled back, there was an expression that almost looked like a canine smile on his face.

“Joe?” Nicky said, hating how he sounded hesitant.

Joe leaned in, licking the side of his face, his whiskers tickling against Nicky’s skin. Nicky laughed. “Good boy,” he said. He automatically scratched behind the wolf’s ear, and was gratified when Joe whined and pressed his massive head into Nicky’s chest, tail thumping against the floor.

Nicky grabbed his phone off the side table and shot off a text to Andy reassuring her that he was in no danger. Joe made a grumbling noise about his distraction, and crawled into his lap.

“Alright, alright,” Nicky said, setting his phone aside. “I’ll pay attention to you. Is that what you want?”

Joe growled, pressing a paw into Nicky’s chest, and grabbed the corner of his shirt in his teeth.

“Oh, that’s what you want,” Nicky said. They had talked about this, but he still paused. “I need to know that you’re still with me, dearest. Can you show me it’s still you?”

The wolf huffed a sigh, stepping backwards. He nudged Nicky’s shoulder with his nose twice, then stamped his right paw- the signal they had agreed on, to make sure Joe was still Joe. Nicky breathed a sigh of relief he hadn’t realized he was holding.

“And was there something you wanted?” he teased.

This time, Joe’s growl was sharper, more predatory, and it made Nicky shiver just thinking about it.

“I’m sorry,” he said, ever the one to push things. “I don’t speak werewolf. You’ll have to be a little more clear.”

Joe had always been fast, but now, in this form, he moved almost too quickly for Nicky to track him. He tackled Nicky to the ground, claws pressing not quite hard enough to break the skin, his hot breath against Nicky’s face. Each of his teeth was as long as one of Nicky’s fingers, and twice as thick, hovering needle-sharp inches from his face.

“Do you want me?” Nicky asked. It was absolutely a rhetorical question. The heat of Joe’s body pressed against him was answer enough. “Then come and take me.”

Joe took Nicky’s shirt in his teeth and ripped it, pulling the scraps off his body. He licked over Nicky’s chest, eliciting a gasp from him. Joe’s tongue was always clever, but it was bigger, and wetter now, not just teasing over his nipples but also laving across his collarbone and between his pectorals, dipping lower across his stomach. Nicky felt himself growing hard at a rate that would almost be embarrassing if he was with anyone besides Joe.

The wolf that was pinning him looked up, and Nicky recognized those eyes instantly. He would know them no matter what face they looked out of. Then those powerful jaws were snapping onto the fabric of his pants, and they tore. Nicky had vaguely thought of protesting, insisting that he be left at least something to wear out of the bunker in the morning, but every thought disappeared from his mind. A cold nose pressed to his pelvis, as Joe breathed in his scent.

That tongue was everywhere suddenly. Teeth scraped against his inner thigh and Nicky gasped. At this size, Joe was able to wrap his tongue all the way around his cock, but he could only hold it momentarily before his teeth started to get in the way, making Nicky cry out and buck his hips, taking himself dangerously close to those powerful sharp teeth. Then that snout went lower, the nose nudging against his hole, his tongue indiscriminately wetting everything.

Nicky was no longer aware of the sounds he was making. He was desperately hard, but Joe’s growl warned him away from his attempts to touch himself. Joe nudged and shoved him until he rolled over, his hips up and his chest being ground into the rough flooring. Then there was a paw on each of his hands, spreading them out and holding them down so he couldn’t touch himself. Joe bit into his shoulder as he entered him, and Nicky howled.

Joe-the-wolf’s cock was thicker and longer than Joe-the-man’s, and with so little preparation, Nicky felt like he was being split in half. He bucked backwards, chasing the feeling, and Joe’s jaw tightened a little more on his skin, a warning growl that made him go still.

Nicky whimpered, his hands scrambling for purchase on the floor. He felt like a wild, desperate thing, completely under Joe’s control, unable to even chase his pleasure as his world narrowed to that thick cock pumping in and out of him. He turned his head so he could breathe, resting his cheek on the floor, just as Joe made a particularly sharp thrust into him and he screamed.

The cock inside of him was filling rapidly, getting thicker. Nicky vaguely remembered reading something about a knot, tying them together, but he couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t focus on anything except how wide he was being spread and how completely he was being fucked.

He came blindingly hard, hardly able to hear his own shouting. Joe didn’t even slow, fucking him through the orgasm and beyond, continuing to drive into him until he was sobbing with overstimulation, and then licking his tears off his face without pausing.

When the knot was fully formed and Joe couldn’t pull out any further, he collapsed with a whine. He was heavy against Nicky’s back, no longer fucking him, just pinning him. Nicky reached up one hand and tangled it in the long fur.

“Fuck, Joe, I love you,” he managed, still a little out of breath. Joe nuzzled into his hair, huffing contentedly.

They must have fallen asleep like that, because when Nicky woke up, there was a knocking at the door, Nile’s voice calling out their names, and the body pressed against his back was decidedly human. Joe’s soft cock slipped out of him, making Nicky whine with the loss.

“You two doing okay?” Andy called from outside.

Nicky looked over his shoulder at Joe, who was no longer a wolf, but did look rather sheepish.

“Give us a second,” he called back. Then, remembering the reason they had locked themselves in here, he added “we’re fine!”

“You alright?” Joe asked, pressing a kiss to the back of his shoulder.

Nicky looked at the torn remains of his pants and scowled. “Next month, we’re bringing extra clothes,” he said.

“Nicolò.”

“Yes, love, I’m fine. Do you remember what happened last night?”

“Bits and pieces. I didn’t hurt you?”

Nicky laughed, remembering the warmth of a thick cock deep inside him. “Far from it. You were very gentle, considering how thoroughly you fucked me. I’m looking forward to the next full moon.”

FILL: catching little words (Joe/Nicky, "Lazy" Sex)

[highsmith]

FILL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26112202

FILL: Joe/Nicky, use of the safeword

[(Anonymous)]

The prompt was: Please give me bottom!Nicky needing to use the safeword during sex for whatever reason. After, he feels guilty because they had to stop, and Joe feels guilty as well because he thinks he should've been more careful or something. The way I see it, this can only end in a cuddle fest, but it's really up to you

@ https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=410295#cmt410295

***

Safe

The word sliced through the air as sharp as a sword through skin. Joe came to an abrupt stop.

Moments ago his body had been burning with desire, ramming into Nicky as if he could actually leave an imprint on his lover's soul. His hand was tight around Nicky's wrists, which were bound above his head with soft silk. Joe still had one hand gripping Nicky's thigh, keeping his leg hitched up just for that extra minuscule amount of space to bring them closer.

This would be something to laugh about later, how Nicky could go from quiet pleasure to pushy and demanding. How Joe's mouth went from poetic to obscene. They'd laugh at themselves, blush and joke and then fall into soft kisses, falling asleep in an age old embrace.

That one word though. It had changed everything. This whole scene felt so sordid to Joe now. He was still deep inside Nicky, panting over him, shock taking the place of arousal. Nicky was still, too pale, eyes fixed on Joe as if he was waiting for a more substantial response.

Finally, Joe breathlessly said, "Nicolo."

That broke the awful spell. Nicky's blank expression crumbled, his mouth turning down, his eyes brightening quick before squeezing shut. Joe watched as Nicky's fingers curled and trembled.

Joe shook his head at himself, snapping out of the shock of the moment. He ran a soft hand down Nicky's flank, shushing him as he pulled out of his body and climbed off him to move to his side, making quick work of untying the binds.

Nicky pressed his unmoving hands to his face, breathing wetly and sniffing as Joe knelt there by his side. "Nicolo," Joe breathed, using older and sweeter words to coax Nicky from whatever pain had him trapped for the moment. "Speak to me. My love."

Nicky drew a breath as if he might speak, but the words seemed to crumble inside him and all he managed was a stifled sob. Joe put a hand on his head, combed his fingers through Nicky's hair.

Had he done something? Crossed some line with ill chosen words, with a touch too possessive? He had promised he'd never hurt Nicky, that he would step in the way of any pain about to be inflicted on his Niccolo. And yet, here they were, in their bed, like this.

"Tell me what I can do," Joe said. "Please, Nicolo."

Nicky took a few shuddering breaths, deep and painful it seemed, before looking at Joe with tears still running down from the corners of his eyes and into his hair. He reached out a hand and murmured, "Yusuf."

Joe went to him immediately, bending down to let Nicky wrap his arms around Joe's shoulders. Joe murmured all his names for Nicolo into his ear, all the languages he knew just an excuse to call Nicolo his. My love, he said. My beloved. My life. My everything. My child, my baby, he said, and Nicolo finally let out a wet laugh, telling Joe he was mad.

Joe pulled back, telling Nicky earnestly, "For you. Yes."

Nicky swallowed, nodding, telling Joe he loved him, telling Joe, 'you belong to me, mine forever' in sweet Italian, 'I love you, I love you.'

Joe kissed him, sweet and chaste, softly asking, "What do you want to do? Sleep?"

Nicky made a face and shook his head. "I need to breathe."

Joe nodded, helped him out bed, watching closely as Nicky dressed. It was late, three in the morning, and the world was pitch black outside, the stars enjoying their seclusion as much as Nicky and Joe did here, their hideaway from everything and everyone.

They walked down the hill, the ocean glimmering in the distance, the sound of waves gentle and soothing in their ears. Joe had his arm wrapped tight around Nicky's arm, glancing at him occasionally, sometimes in worry, sometimes just to see his moonlit profile. Immortality should have meant nothing changed, but by the grace of Allah, Nicky only seemed to grow more beautiful.

Their walk came to an end when they found a spot to sit and look at the beautiful black skin of the ocean, the moonlight's gaze falling upon it adoringly.

Joe brought Nicky's hand to his mouth, kissing Nicky's knuckles, kissing his palm. Nicky watched him, smiling gently. "Adore you," Joe said, or rather, reminded him.

"And I you," Nicky whispered. He looked sad though. Mournful.

"What's in your head?" Joe asked softly. "Did I do something?"

"Never," Nicky said quickly. "You could never hurt me. Not you."

"What then?" Joe asked.

"I was somewhere else for a moment," Nicky said, staring at the ocean. "Dying. Being killed. I don't want to think of such things, not when I'm with you, not in our bed. Why did it have to come into my mind? Why did it have to sully us?"

Joe scowled at him, letting out a laugh. "Nicolo. We are immortal, but we are still human. Your mind will not warn you before it hurts you. And...nothing can sully us. Nothing can sully what I feel for you."

Nicky snorted, but his smile caught the moonlight and Joe knew his mood was lifting. He gave Joe a look, keeping his thoughts to himself and then sighed and moved closer, shifting to lie down with his head in Joe's lap. Joe looked down, smiling happily, cupping Nicky's face.

"Do you think we were cruel to Booker?" Nicky asked.

"He left with all his body parts intact, so no," Joe said sweetly. Nicky rolled his eyes. Joe shrugged. "Yes. No. Maybe. I think what he did to us was also perhaps a little cruel, no?"

Nicky was quiet, his eyes glittering as bright as the stars. "No."

"No?"

"If I didn't have you..." Nicky said quietly. "What would I do without you?"

Joe thought about it. "I think you would grow a beard. Probably wear sandals. I think you would shout at children too."

Nicky laughed, shaking his head. Sighing, he said, "I think I would just stop. Death would have no choice but to take me."

"Stop this," Joe said, bending down and pressing a kiss to Nicky's mouth. "I am here. You are here."

"And Andy is dying," Nicky said thickly.

"She's not dying,"Joe said. "She is mortal. She is growing old. She is not dead yet. Please don't mourn her before her time. She would hate that."

Nicky let out a tired sight, covering his face with his hands as Joe leaned back and watched Nicky. When Nicky pulled his hands away, he looked at Joe and said, "I'm sorry. Tonight was supposed to be...devilish and filthy."

Joe grinned. "We have many nights to be devilish and filthy."

Nicky reached for the opening of Joe's jacket, pulling him down and sadly telling him, "But I wanted tonight."

"My poor Nicolo," Joe murmured against Nicky's mouth, smiling against his smile. Giving their surroundings a careful look, he said, "The night is not yet over. It's been a while since you ravaged me against a tree."

Nicky laughed into the next kiss. Cupping Joe's cheek he said, "Perhaps another night. Now I just want to go home."

"Anything you want," Joe said, pulling Nicky close and holding him tight for just a little while before they stood up and made their way home, hand in hand.

Re: FILL: Joe/Nicky, use of the safeword

[(Anonymous)]

Oh this was kind of sad but beautiful and sweet.
You picked a great reason for why Nicky safe-worded

Nicky/Joe - Asexuality

[(Anonymous)]

Nicky and Joe at different parts of the asexuality spectrum for this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=275388#cmt275388

Fill on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26112853

Fill: Nicky/Joe - solo play, voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

Nicky knows when he walks through the door of the house and Joe doesn’t call out a greeting that there’s something going on. He triple locks the door behind him and pulls his gun out of the back of his pants. He moves slowly, silently, clearing each room. After the mission he’s come back from, Nicky’s a little on edge. He was looking forward to hearing Joe’s voice curl around the shape of his name, looking forward to the warmth of his arms and the familiar smell of him when Joe wraps him up in a hug. Instead he’s creeping through the dark halls of their safehouse, back early because he got the job done fast. Nicky really wanted that hug, it motivated him through the past eight hours sitting on a rooftop freezing his ass off.

This house has been renovated recently and, while Nicky finds the ultramodern aesthetic a little lacking in personality, there are benefits. One is that showers are all glass. Nicky took one this morning and caught Joe admiring him, distracted from brushing his teeth and trimming his beard. Another is that floors don’t creak, so Joe doesn’t hear Nicky approach their bedroom. The bedroom has a third and final benefit, which Nicky’s been thinking about all day: an enormous walk-in closet with mirrored doors that take up nearly an entire wall.

Nicky opens the bedroom door a few inches, pressing his gun against it, until he can see Joe. Thanks to the mirrors, he can see all of Joe laying across their bed. His face is pressed into Nicky’s pillows, knees spread, and he’s reaching behind himself to work his fingers into his ass. He’s posed like he knew Nicky would find him this way, displayed for the mirrors with his favorite dildo on the bed beside him.

That is, Nicky thinks it’s Joe’s favorite. It’s the one he always asks for, the one he makes sure gets cleaned and put in its leather pouch among their gear in case they have to bug out. It’s stainless steel, catching the light off the lamp on the nightstand, reflecting back to Nicky from the mirror.

Nicky flicks the safety on his gun and puts it back into his waistband, leaning against the doorframe and just watching. Joe is gorgeous. Nicky knows, of course he knows, he’s known how beautiful Joe is for nearly a thousand years, but he so rarely has the opportunity to just look without Joe looking back. Nicky wasn’t aware he’d been craving the opportunity to be a voyeur for his husband but he’s enjoying it too much to make himself known now, even though he could be the one stretching Joe open.

Joe is licking and biting his lips, swallowing the small noises he’s making, intent on the work of his fingers. His other hand is on his dick but he’s stroking it idly, maintaining his erection. Nicky doesn’t think he can get a hand inside his own pants without making too much noise but he cups himself through them, squeezing when he sees Joe do it, imagining his hands.

The hottest thing about it is Joe is playing with himself. Nicky can tell he’s ready for the toy but he’s not putting it in. He’s almost tempted to announce himself just to tell Joe to do it, tempted to forget the toy and give Joe his cock, very tempted to stay fully dressed in his tactical gear and fuck Joe hard and fast while watching their reflection.

After a few minutes - or maybe longer, Nicky’s finding it difficult to keep track of time with his eyes locked on the movements of Joe’s hands in the mirror, his mouth, the way the head of his cock seems to get wet and drip onto the sheets in slow motion - Joe makes a frustrated noise into the pillows. Nicky’s hand stops moving on his cock.

“Nicolò,” Joe grumbles, almost too quiet to hear because he’s talking to himself, “Where are you?”

This could be the perfect opportunity to reply, but Nicky’s nervous about startling Joe like this. The dildo is within his reach but so is a handgun, peeking out from under the pillows Joe isn’t currently burying his face into. When Joe pulls his fingers from his ass Nicky thinks maybe he’ll risk it anyway, but then Joe reaches for a third option that Nicky didn’t see in the reflection: lube.

He keeps quiet watching Joe slick the smaller end of the dildo, the side with the ripples, the side that curves just right to hit his prostate. Nicky has to rub himself through his pants again just looking at Joe’s slick hand around the metal. It’s heavy for a toy, even the smaller side is thick to the point of being too much for Nicky. Joe loves it, loves to tease himself with the rounded end like all he needs is to fuck himself on the fat tip to come, but Joe doesn’t tease himself now. Nicky watches him press the head of the toy inside and realizes Joe’s decided to stop waiting for him. He plans to take the edge off fast.

That makes Nicky slowly back away from the door, down the hallway as far as he can make himself before his self control runs out. Then he calls out as though he’s just come through the front door, “Joe?”

Joe curses, not loud enough that Nicky would hear it if he was still by the front door but loud enough that he can hear it from where he’s creeping closer to the bedroom again. Joe calls back, “Nicky, love of my life, please tell me you’re alone!”

Nicky pushes the door open all the way and delights at the way Joe freezes up in the middle of pulling the dildo out, surprised to see Nicky so soon. He relaxes again as their eyes meet.

“You don’t have to stop.” Nicky says, still not stepping through the doorway, still just watching in the mirror. Joe makes a disbelieving noise, looking right back. Nicky’s obviously hard, the outline of him clearly visible through his pants, Joe must think the mission left him running hot the way it does sometimes. “Really, Joe, I would like to watch.”

“I was trying to wait for you.” Joe says, slowly pushing the toy further into his ass. “Then I worried you might prefer a hot bath, so I thought maybe I shouldn’t wait.”

Nicky grips the doorframe harder, heat flowing through him at the sight and the casual way Joe talks about wanting him and thinking of his comfort. “Then you remembered this terrible house has no bath tubs?” Nicky asks. He crouches to disarm himself, dropping his guns to the floor but keeping his eyes on Joe’s ass in the mirror, the sight of the silver ripples sliding in one after the other. Joe’s breathing hard and no longer touching his cock like he’s that close already.

“Then I remembered you could fuck me after I came on the toy, if you wanted.” Joe says, laughing at himself, at the way his horny brain took so long to reach that conclusion. Poor Joe, he must have been turned on since watching Nicky in the shower, since their lingering kiss goodbye. The breathy noises of Joe’s laugh turn to something else as the curve of the toy slides in against that spot that makes him jolt. Joe tugs it back out a little and stops to breathe through it and adjust.

Nicky slowly rises, finally able to undo his noisy belt and drag the zipper of his pants down, grinning when that combination of sounds makes Joe whine and twist to see better. Nicky spits in his hand and curls his fingers around his cock with a tiny sigh of relief. Joe is still waiting and watching, which gives Nicky an idea.

Nicky says, “I am fucking you, Joe, don’t you feel it?”

Joe closes his eyes and buries his whimper into Nicky’s pillow. When he lifts his head, mouth red and wet, eyes dark and warm, Nicky slowly pushes into his own fist. Joe pushes the toy into his ass just as slow, picking up on the game so fast Nicky wants to praise him for it. Joe is so good for him, watching the slide of Nicky’s hand and fucking himself like it really is Nicky’s cock inside him, not shying away from the toy nailing his prostate every time, slowly going deeper. It’s not long until Joe’s trembling and begging.

“Nicky, Nicky, hayati.” Joe says, struggling to keep pace with Nicky now, “How can you fuck me this good when you’re not even in the room?”

“Mm,” Nicky hums, pitching his voice lower, “Close your eyes, my love. I’ll keep fucking you just like this.”

Joe faceplants back into the pillows on a moan, doing his best to maintain some semblance of rhythm but definitely speeding up as soon as he doesn’t have Nicky to follow. The curve of his spine and the muscles in his shoulders are beautiful like this, sweaty with exertion and holding the pose.

“Can you feel my hands on your hips, Joe?” Nicky asks, watching him, imagining himself holding Joe up. Joe groans something into the pillow that Nicky can’t make out. He’s so hot like this, giving it to himself, cock dripping below him, fucking back onto the toy. It looks huge and obscene in the reflection, metallic and unyielding where it’s stretching Joe open. Nicky can only imagine how the ridges feel, tugging at his rim each time they go in and out. “Are you going to come on my cock?”

“Nicky.” Joe whines, turning his head enough to be heard. He sounds wrecked. He’s gotten sloppy with the toy, rougher, and Nicky can see in the mirror how hard he is, how his balls have drawn up.

“Don’t wait anymore, Joe.” Nicky says, matching Joe’s strokes now, reversing the game. “Let me see you, please? I want to watch.”

Joe is so good to him, so lovely in his pleasure. He gets a hand back around his cock and strokes himself over the edge, like porn only for Nicky, coming with a series of breathy punched out noises almost like he’s crying. Nicky watches Joe’s reflection fall apart, streak their sheets with white, barely keeping the toy moving in and out of his ass to fuck himself through it. If this was porn Nicky would be rewinding and watching that again and again.

“Oh, oh fuck.” Joe says, when he can speak again, all the moving parts of him slowing to a stop. Nicky slows too, waiting. “That was so... so... Nicky.” Joe cuts off his own afterglow when he opens his eyes and sees Nicky still hard, “You want to come in me?”

“Joe.” Nicky breathes, stumbling his way through the doorway at last. Joe’s already easing the toy out of himself, tilting his hips up in blatant invitation even though he must be sensitive. He feels it, when Nicky gets his hands on him, but Joe still pushes back against the head of his dick when Nicky hesitates to go for it.

It doesn’t take long, especially when Joe says, “Oh Nicky, I get it now. Look at us.” with wonder in his voice. Nicky looks in the mirror and abruptly looks away, feeling himself blush, feeling himself grow inside Joe. “Beautiful.” Joe mumbles, voice fucked out and a little gravely. Nicky is helpless to do anything but come in him, gripping Joe's hips hard, tilting his head back and closing his eyes at how perfect Joe feels. How perfect they looked together.

When they’re both finally naked and curled up together, Joe strokes the side of Nicky's face and kisses the end of his nose, saying softly, “I can’t believe you got shy at the end, after all that.”

“Sometimes,” Nicky whispers back, all the love he has for Joe bubbling over and spilling out of him like sunbeams, “I look at you and remember how unlikely we are. You look back at me and I can’t believe we get to have all this.”

Joe kisses him again, adoring, and says, “All this and a $400 dildo, don’t forget about that.”

Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe - solo play, voyeurism

[(Anonymous)]

Ffffuck.

Fuck.

God.

You are. Wow. Ohmygod.

FILL: Booker/Nile foot massage

[setos_puppy]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=418487#cmt418487

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26128966

Fill: Nicky/Joe + Joe Carries Nicky While He's Sleeping

[(Anonymous)]

A (mostly) wholesome 5 + 1!


Andy witnesses this particular reoccurring moment of tenderness first. They’re riding, the four of them, making a long journey on horseback. Joe and Nicky are sharing a horse, having lost one in a skirmish or a trade or something along those lines, Andy no longer remembers. It’s a good thing they’ve always packed light.

They’ve traded off riding in front, going slow and stopping often to ease the strain on the animal. Come nightfall it’s Joe with his arms around Nicky, nudging their horse to follow Andy’s whenever he gets any ideas. She twists around to ask about making camp and finds Joe’s arm across Nicky’s chest, holding him tight and close, because he’s already asleep. Andy thinks they could have been like that since the last time she bothered to turn around; Joe wouldn’t have bothered raising his voice to tell Andy unless he thought they were in danger of speeding up enough that he’d fall.

Andy motions towards a rock jutting out from the hills enough that it might provide some cover for the night and moves towards it. Joe follows behind and slows down to a gentle stop, waiting without asking, knowing that Andy will dismount and help him with Nicky.

“Could you hold him up please? I’ll get him off the horse.” Joe says, smiling a tired smile.

“Sure,” Andy says, “As long as it’s not because you think I can’t carry him.” She braces her hands against Nicky’s arm and waist while Joe hastily dismounts on the other side. While he gets his legs under him, Andy scans the horizon for Quynh. She’s scouting ahead but checks back regularly, it’s likely she’ll remember this spot and appear out of nowhere. Andy’s looking forward to it.

“I am simply too selfish to give up a moment of him in my arms.” Joe assures her. “I don’t doubt your strength, Andromache, I assure you.”

Andy rolls her eyes and helps tip the unconscious Nicky toward Joe, stifling laughter when Nicky doesn’t even make a protesting noise at being jostled. Joe gets one arm under Nicky’s knees and the other around his shoulders and carries him off towards their makeshift shelter. Andy watches Joe gently lower Nicky to the ground and pause, looking at him for a long moment, before he comes back to help unload the supplies.

---

Quynh sees them another time, as they’re leaving a secret game of cards they play every week with other couples, two pairs of women and a pair of men. Nicky has been awake for nearly 24 hours when they get to the flat, having insisted he wants to see their friends and relax now that their mission is done. Quynh watches him, delighting in the sleepy way he keeps tugging at his cravat and rubbing at his mouth, and watches Joe too. He’s careful to stay close to Nicky all night and sure enough, halfway through poker, Nicky slowly tips into Joe until his head drops onto Joe’s shoulder, dead to the world.

Joe turns and kisses the top of his head, finishing the game before excusing them both. Quynh goes with them because she’s exhausted and Andy stays to talk politics and horses, kissing Quynh goodbye in a distracted sort of way that speaks to their long years together.

Quynh’s a little surprised to see Joe heft Nicky up onto his back, letting Nicky’s arms dangle over his shoulders, tucking his hands under Nicky’s thighs. She’d assumed Nicky would wake up enough to walk, or more precisely sleepwalk, back with them. Instead, she can practically hear him snoring. It must be very loud in Joe’s ear but all he says is, “Would you mind getting the door?”

“Of course, my lady.” Quynh replies, sketching a bow. Joe pretends to curtsey in response but rather than a skirt he lifts Nicky’s legs apart slightly. They find themselves very funny for that joke the whole cobblestone walk home.

---

Booker tries not to look directly at Joe and Nicky when they’re like this. They don’t do it on purpose but it aches to see the way they orbit each other, never too far out of reach. It’s halftime of a tied game of football and Joe abruptly cuts off his own impassioned critique of Booker’s team’s defense because they step into the kitchen to see Nicky asleep at the table. He’s got a hand spread out on his book like he’s keeping the page marked and a cup of coffee is still steaming next to it but he’s so deeply asleep he’s drooling on the table a little. Booker tries not to see the way Joe’s train of thought visibly switches tracks to nothing but love, love, love. It’s hard not to see, even just watching Joe out of the corner of his eyes.

Booker gets a beer from the fridge, turning to offer Joe one as well but seeing instead that Joe is combing Nicky’s hair off his forehead and leaning down to gently kiss him there. He’s already pretty sure Joe won’t watch the rest of the game with him and then Nicky, still definitely asleep, says very clearly: “Yusuf.” Joe melts, glancing up at Booker as if to check he also heard that. Booker just nods, shrugs, and goes back to the couch alone.

A minute or two later, while Booker’s zoning out staring into the bright screen of the TV, Joe walks through the room. He eclipses Booker’s view of the commercials and the light draws an outline around the way he’s got Nicky slung over his shoulder.

“Bonne nuit.” Booker says.

“Bonne chance.” Joe quips.

---

Nile sees it happen after Merrick. She doesn’t think anything of it at first, Nicky fell asleep squished in the backseat between her and Booker and somebody has to wake him up so Andy can ditch their getaway car. She’s not expecting Nicky to fall asleep again during the trip from the car into the safehouse.

Joe’s already supporting most of Nicky’s weight, Nicky’s arm around his shoulders. They both look like they’ve been through hell the past few days but Nicky… Nicky looks like all the deaths that happened to him the past few hours could have stuck. When he falls asleep, slumping into Joe so completely that Nile can see him struggle for a second not to fall as well, she thinks Joe will gently wake him again. It’s only about ten steps through the door, which Booker has left open behind him. (He’d gone first like he knew they wouldn’t want him at their backs.)

Rather than wake Nicky, Joe lifts the man into his arms. Nile is stunned, remembering what Joe’s been through. It’s enough that Nicky’s body has given up for the night and somehow Joe finds the strength to carry on for both of them. There’s something even more incredible about the image when Joe slows approaching the threshold, turning so Nicky’s feet and head lolling backwards aren't at any risk of hitting the door frame. Nile watches them step through the doorway and keeps thinking about love and family.

---

Copley doesn’t see Joe carrying sleeping Nicky for a long time. Long enough that he’s started to get properly old. Under the most dire circumstances the team occasionally hide out at his place, but they’re almost too good at being temporary roommates. Joe and Nicky he rarely sees unless they deliberately seek each other out.

He’s surprised then, to see Joe carrying Nicky up the tall staircase towards their guest bedroom when he’s going downstairs for another cup of tea. (Copley keeps a kettle in his office too, of course, but the blend he’s craving is in the kitchen because Nicky also drinks it.) Nicky’s forehead is down on Joe’s shoulder, arms over his shoulders, their chests pressed together. Joe has an arm under Nicky’s ass and another around his back, the way parents carry small children.

He’s moving slowly but he clearly doesn’t need help. Copley just nods vaguely at him as they pass each other and Joe nods back. Some affectionate instinct has him glancing over his shoulder just once afterwards, checking they’ve made it safely to the top. They have. He sees Joe shift Nicky higher, getting a better grip on him, and continue down the hallway.

---

Nicky’s faking it this time. He knows Joe will find him out by the pool in the lounge chair next to Nile, pitcher of sangria empty of wine between them. He knows Nile will laugh and say, “You could just throw him in the pool.” It almost makes him smile and reveal his playacting when she does, when Joe laughs big and loud, unafraid of waking him. Being tossed in the pool would probably work, if he was really asleep, but no sound of Joe’s would bring Nicky out of a midday nap at this point in their life together unless it was a cry for help.

Joe lifts him into his arms the way Nicky usually only half-remembers after he wakes. He’s careful but handsy, his grip firm and confident and, frankly, reminiscent of more intimate moments. Keeping his eyes closed, Nicky waits as Joe arranges him up on his hip.

“Want me to take the pitcher too?” Joe asks Nile, like it’s no trouble for him to drop that off inside as well, while he’s making the trip.

“Only if you’ll bring me more.” Nile says. Joe agrees and shifts like he’s taking it from her.

Nicky doesn’t quite think he could be more attracted to Joe in this moment, but then he hears him says, “I could carry you inside too, if you like.”

He probably could, Nicky thinks, delighting in imagining it. It would take longer and they might end up breaking the pitcher, but he almost wants them to try it.

“I'm good.” Nile says, laughing, “I’m still going to swim, unlike that lightweight, and you have your hands full already.”

“He is a handful.” Joe agrees, already walking away so Nile won’t threaten to push them both into the pool for his innuendo. “Sometimes two!” Joe shouts as he goes, earning a groan and reluctant laughter.

Once they’re through the doorway Nicky gives up on pretending, helping Joe out by wrapping his legs and arms around him tightly. If this also helps him get closer in general, well, that’s a side benefit. Joe gasps theatrically, dropping the sangria onto the kitchen counter and setting Nicky next to it, hands sliding to his hips, thumbs rubbing along the cut of his hipbones above the waist of his swim trunks.

“Babe, if you want me to hold you, all you have to do is ask.” Joe says, smiling so big his face lights up with it.

“Lo so.” Nicky says, tugging him in with both hands on the sides of his face to kiss him slow and deep. He drops his voice lower afterwards to ask, “And if I don’t just want you to hold me this time?”

“Pick a wall, I’m all yours.” Joe says.

Re: Fill: Nicky/Joe + Joe Carries Nicky While He's Sleeping

[(Anonymous)]

So soft and cute! I love how gentle and loving Joe is ♡

Fill: Joe/Nicky, Joe/Team [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=400823#cmt400823

A sequel to this, basically: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/694.html?thread=388278#cmt388278



This is usually Nicky’s thing. Joe loves to watch it, loves to see his teammates take Nicky apart piece by piece almost as much as he loves to have Nicky afterwards, to touch Nicky when he is boneless with pleasure after taking their teammates one by one. He likes what comes beforehand, when he and Nicky work out a list of what Nicky’s craving and what’s off the table for the moment, and he likes what comes afterwards too, likes when the whole Guard piles into bed together with snacks and cozy blankets. He likes feeling Andy’s strong arm around his waist as they lie there, or snuggling up to Nile’s warmth, or letting Quynh paint his nails, or pressing a chaste kiss to Booker’s lips.

He just doesn’t often feel the need to take Nicky’s place, to be the one they’re taking apart. It’s not that he doesn’t find his teammates attractive—he’s not blind—and he loves all of them so deeply that sometimes it aches. But, well, he’s been pretty exclusively Nicky-sexual for the better part of a millennium, and that’s a hard habit to shake.

He thought about it, briefly, after the last time they did this with Nicky, when they welcomed Nile to the team and Quynh and Booker back into the fold. He had turned that night over and over again in his mind, had replayed some of his favourite moments later in bed with Nicky, had wondered how it would have felt to be in Nicky’s position. But his curiosity wasn’t yet strong enough to turn to desire, and so he waited.

But then they had a tough mission, the worst one they had had since their run-in with Merrick, one that ended up with Joe getting captured away from the rest of the team and Nicky nearly tearing his hair out for twenty four hours (and ten minutes and six seconds, but who was counting) until Booker hacked into some CCTV cameras and found where Joe was being held.

Joe and Nicky left the rest of the team in a safehouse in Berlin after that and escaped for a restorative holiday in Malta, taking the time to relearn the joy of being alive and safe and together, spending half their time in bed and half their time strolling the old streets of Valletta and laying on the beach (Nicky only got sunburnt twice, giving Joe just enough time to mock him goodnaturedly before he healed). They had intended to stay for six weeks, but at the start of the fifth week, they were watching the sunset from the waterfront in Sliema, when Joe laid his head on Nicky’s shoulder and murmured, softly, “I miss them.” Nicky smiled at him, fond, and pulled him in for a kiss. “I miss them too, my love. Should we go home?” and he could feel Joe nod against his neck in response. Joe swallowed, deeply, and Nicky knew that there was something else, something Joe had to tell him. “I want to go home,” he clarified. “And I also want...I want all of them,” and Nicky knew immediately what he meant.

His eyes brightened, and he kissed Joe again, smiling against his lips, as excited as he was surprised. “It’s been a while since you asked for this, my heart,” he commented, not judging but curious. Joe shrugged. “I know, and I don’t know why I want it now, but...” Nicky cut him off, shaking his head. “You don’t need a reason, amore. You want what you want when you want it, and I want you to have everything you desire, always.” He grinned. “And besides, you know I think it’s hot, you with our teammates.” He taps his forehead against Joe’s lightly. “Let’s go home tomorrow morning, yes? And then I will talk to the others and see when we can make this happen.”

After the initial enthusiastic greetings with the rest of the guard once they got home, Joe deliberately made himself scarce unpacking their things, giving Nicky his moment to broach the subject with the others. They had always done it this way—it helped keep it special, somehow, helped keep what exactly they would be doing a surprise. When the door to their room opened, Joe naturally expected it to be Nicky—but when he turned around, Andy was leaning against the doorjamb, smiling softly at him. “Tomorrow, if you want,” she told him. “We don’t get the chance to do this with you often, so we want extra time to make sure it’s perfect, if you don’t mind,” and he was both oddly touched and suddenly very, very sure that he needed this, and he couldn’t help but pull Andy into a kiss, far deeper than their usual chaste pecks. She allowed it for a moment, kissing him back and sucking his lower lip between hers for just a moment, before she pulled back, patting him on the shoulder. “Now, now. Tomorrow will be here before you know it.”

It didn’t feel that way; he was antsy all through dinner, all through their movie night, and he tossed and turned all night, but finally, finally, Nicky was kissing him, divesting him of his boxers and his sleep shirt, and asking him if he was ready. “Yes, I feel like I’ve been ready forever,” Joe joked, though he always savoured these last tender moments alone with Nicky, regardless of which of them was about to be the centre of attention.

“Be good now, my heart,” Nicky whispered, cuffing one of Joe’s hands to each side of the headboard, and pressing kisses down each arm after he finished restraining them, sending shivers through Joe as he reached the sensitive skin of the inner wrist. He settled next to Joe on the bed, laying a gentle hand on Joe’s shoulder—when they did this the other way around, Joe usually sat further away, in his own chair, but he had told Nicky the long ago that he would rather have him close by, even if his focus was on pleasing another.

The door opened, and Joe was surprised that Andy walked in first—she usually liked to go later, when they were already strung out. He was also surprised that Nicky hadn’t blindfolded him yet, but he thought maybe Andy wanted to do that herself. She could clearly read the confusion on his face, and laughed a little. “I have my reasons,” she told him, climbing on top of him, at first just bending to kiss him, her hands exploring all the bare skin on display, fingers stroking over surprisingly sensitive places she somehow unerringly sought out—a patch between his ribs, a space just left of his bellybutton, the crook of his arm.

He was more than half-hard by the time she pulled away, and she reached down to draw out a bit of fabric. For a second, he thought it was going to be the blindfold, and then he swallowed deeply as he realised that it was a pair of panties. They were a dark green, all soft silk and delicate lace, and he knew as soon as he saw them that they were his size. “I wanted to see them on you before you mess them up,” Andy explained, and now he understood why she had taken the first slot this time. “Wanted you to see them before you mess them up, too,” and that was why she had asked Nicky not to blindfold him right away, of course. “What do you think, pet?”

Joe didn’t know how to put what he was thinking into words. They were gorgeous and he couldn’t remotely imagine what they would look like stretched across his cock, and he needed them against his skin immediately. “Please, boss,” he begged hoarsely. “Please let me wear them.”

“Of course, sweet, they’re yours,” she remarked, sliding them up his hips until they were settled in place, and fuck, what a picture they made on him. His cockhead was already peeking out one side of the panties, his bulge distorting them obscenely, and Andy licked her lips at the sight. “Oh, you are even more gorgeous than I imagined,” she murmured, and bent to lick up his shaft, through the silk at first and then her tongue caressing the head where it was just barely protruding from the lace. He had the feeling that this hadn’t been part of the plan, that she just couldn’t help herself when she saw him dressed up like this, and the thought only made him hotter.

She didn’t linger long with her mouth on him, pulling away almost reluctantly before she took out something else she had brought with her. It was a small vibe, he could tell, he thought he recognised it from one time she had used it on Nicky, and Nicky’s soft groan from beside him rather proved his guess correct. He thought she was going to open him up with her fingers, but instead, she simply slipped the toy inside the panties, nestling it against his length, and hummed in satisfaction when she saw that the lingerie would hold it in place fairly well.

When she turned it on, even on the lowest setting, he shouted. He wasn’t used to that kind of stimulation directly on his cock, and it was so much and not enough all at once. He realised that she still had even more devious plans for him only a moment before she straddled him, like she would be riding him if they weren’t separated by the silk panties and the toy pressed against him.

They both groaned as she settled into place. She could feel the vibrations against her core and his hardness through the thin fabric and he could feel her warmth against him, his cock twitching as he felt how close he was to being buried inside her.

She started to rock against him, in soft undulating movements, and he didn’t know how he could stand it. Between the constant buzzing against his sensitive length, the lace rubbing against his tip, the feeling of her folds just barely caressing his cock through the fabric and the sight of her with her head thrown back in pleasure, he felt as if surely he would die from it before he came. When she turned the vibrations up a notch, he howled, hips bucking up into her, which only drew an answering moan from the woman on top of him.

“Want to see you make a mess of the gift I got you,” she told him, grinding faster against him and the toy now, clearly chasing her own climax. “Want to see you spill all over that pretty lace, want you to ruin those and then I want you to keep wearing them until one of our teammates tears them off of you,” and what was Joe supposed to do to an image like that but come hard, his release staining the silk, some of it leaking out onto his own thigh and hers. Thankfully, she came barely a few seconds after, because he didn’t know how much longer he could have born the brutal vibrations against his softening length.

As she came down from her high, she turned the toy off, sliding it out from the ruined silk, and pressed against him, boneless, catching her breath and kissing him softly. “Are you alright?” She asked. “I know that was intense.” He nodded quickly, though he could still barely speak, his throat hoarse from screaming. “Definitely intense, boss, but so, so good, oh my God.” He gave her a small wink. “Didn’t know that there were new ways to come after a thousand years, but you somehow managed to find one.” They traded lazy kisses for another minute before she finally hopped off of him, eyeing the sodden silk with an appreciative glance as she left.

Nicky was on him as soon as she left, eyes dark as he kissed him hard, threading their fingers together even though it was difficult with Joe’s hands in the cuffs. “You have no idea how hot that was, amore mio,” and Joe laughed softly. “I think I do, I’m still trembling with it”. Nicky shook his head. “No, seriously. I didn’t even know I needed to see you in lingerie until Andy suggested it,” and he sounded personally affronted, as if the universe had concealed this critical information from him. “I’m going to buy you all the pretty things you could desire,” he whispers in an ancient language, one that’s just for the two of them.

Joe felt Nicky hard against his hip and reached down out of of habit. “Do you want—“ but his husband was already shaking his head. “I want to wait until the end, like you always do, even though after watching that I have no idea how you do it.” He gave Joe a last kiss, then remembered something. “Oh!” He said brightly. “I’m supposed to blindfold you now, we have to keep a little mystery, anyway.” He adjusted the fabric over Joe’s eyes, but even as his vision went black, Joe felt the press of Nicky’s fingers against his arm, grounding him, and he floated in a soft sea of calm until he heard the door open again.

There wasn’t much mystery in this case, because he would know Booker’s footsteps anywhere, and he smiled to hear him approaching. Nicky was his stars and his moon and his sun, and nothing and no one could come close, but he had always had a special relationship with Booker, something which had made it agonising when Booker betrayed them and which had made it so sweet now that he was back amongst them again.

Joe had a guess what Booker might want, had seen the younger man glancing over at his lips enough times, and he licked them now, just to tease Booker as he climbed onto the bed. For once, though, Booker wasn’t paying attention to his mouth, he was stroking a finger down the stained lace between Joe’s thighs, feeling where Joe’s release and Andy’s wetness had soaked into the fabric. “Putain de merde,” Booker cursed softly, impressed and turned on. “Andy did a number on you, didn’t she?”

Joe laughed despite himself, straining a bit in his bonds, wanting Booker to come closer but not knowing how to bring him there without the use of his eyes or his hands, and the Frenchman obliged, bending to kiss Joe softly. “I would have been surprised if she hadn’t,” Joe replied, deepening the kiss. “What do you want, chéri?” Joe asked, and Booker trembled slightly—it was the only pet name that Joe kept just for him, something that was only theirs.

“Your mouth, if you will,” Booker replied and Joe grinned to himself at how right he had been. “It’s all yours”, he replied. “A bit hard for me to give my all when I can’t see you, but believe me, you can take my mouth as you want.” Booker groaned softly, and reached out two hesitant fingers to trace Joe’s lips. Joe wasted no time in sucking them into his mouth, laving around them and licking at the tips, savouring the noises that it drew out of Booker.

Finally Sebastien scrambled up Joe’s body, and Joe felt the head of his cock rubbing against his lips, in the coarse hair of his beard, leaving a thin trail of wetness. Joe let him drag it out, flicking his tongue out occasionally to lap up a bead of precome, and sure enough Booker finally lost it, muttering curses in five different languages. “I have to have you now,” he begged, “your mouth, Joe, fuck, your mouth,” and since Joe certainly wasn’t complaining, Booker fed his cock through Joe’s lips, inch by slow inch until they were both groaning.

Nicky must have explained in detail what Joe was craving, because Booker gave it to him just like he wanted. He gave no quarter as he fucked Joe’s mouth, bracing himself on the headboard so that he could thrust as deep as possible into Joe’s throat, making desperate little noises every time Joe would swallow around him.

Joe could feel Booker’s cock twitching, hot and heavy on his tongue, and he knew that he was close, was waiting for him to spill in his mouth, when all of a sudden, Booker pulled out hurriedly, and the next thing he knew, he felt a wet splash against his thigh and another one against his cock through the silk and he groaned low as he realised that Booker had wanted to join his and Andy’s release.

Joe was achingly hard himself again, but he only let Booker pump him a few times through the drenched fabric before he pushed him gently away. “Let me wait for the girls,” he explained, and Booker smiled against his lips.

“Can I kiss Nicky thank you for sharing you?” Booker asked breathlessly, polite until the end, and Joe had to stifle a grin. “Of course you can, chéri,” he replied, though he nearly regretted it when he heard the sound of them kissing softly and wasn’t able to enjoy watching the sight.

Fill: Joe/Nicky, Joe/Team [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Joe was endlessly thankful that it wasn’t long after Booker left that the door opened again. It must be Quynh, he thought at first, hearing someone striding over to the bed, one finger trailing in Booker’s cooling release on the panties Andy had gotten him. But he was stunned when he heard Nile’s voice instead, talking softly to Nicolo. She had been so shy when they first did this with Nicky, he thought—all thanks to Andy’s tutelage that she had become more confident with what she wanted.

She rubbed her hands up his thighs, sending a shiver down his spine, and then pressed a kiss to his lower belly. “So I have an idea,” she explained. “And Nicky thought you might like it, but first I wanted to make sure, because it’s a little different than usual.” He raised an eyebrow, but nodded for her to continue. “Well the first part, I guess it’s not so different than usual. You can fuck me, if you want,” she said casually, like it was no big deal, and Joe’s cock jerked against the lace. “As long as you get me off first with your mouth.” And if she thought that that was going to be a deterrent, then clearly she hadn’t understood Nicky correctly, Joe thought, but no, she was still talking. “But...I know you guys usually do this one by one,” she explained, and somehow even without seeing her he could tell that she was blushing. “But what if...well, what if Quynh fucked you while you were inside me?” and Joe nearly choked in his eagerness. Oh, his brilliant, brilliant Nico, whom he was sure had come up with this, at some level or another.

“I will tell you yes in every language I know,” he told her earnestly, “and at last count there were one hundred and forty six, as long as you let me get my mouth on you right away,” and she didn’t need to be told twice. She had still been too new, too unsure of her place, to let Nicky do this the last time, but she let Joe lick into her now with gusto, wondering how he was still so good at this when he had spent the better part of a millennium with Nicky.

She felt like she climaxed embarrassingly fast, but Joe seemed the opposite of upset, groaning and continuing to lap at her. “Okay, okay, oh god, Joe—“ she moaned, torn between pushing him away and pulling on his curls to hold him close to her, to see if she could come again already if he just continued working her through it. He made a particularly wicked pass with his tongue and that sealed the deal, she grabbed his head with both hands, tugging so viciously at his hair that she would feel bad if Nicky hadn’t told her in advance that Joe liked that. “Joe, Joe, Joe,” she panted as he sped up his ministrations. “Just like that, Joe, just a little more, please—ah, yes, oh, oh that’s so good,” she sighed happily as she fluttered around him again. This time she did push him away, rolling over to lie on the bed next to him, the opposite side from Nicky, chest still heaving. “Oh man, I need to recover while Quynh opens you up,” she remarked with a groan, still feeling boneless, and her fingers idly played over Joe’s side as her other hand typed out a quick message to Quynh to go ahead and come in.

Nicky took the opportunity to check on Joe, of course, kissing a path up his arm. “Stai bene, amore?” He whispered in Joe’s ear, kissing just beneath it, and Joe nodded. “Molto, molto bene,” he replied decisively, turning his head in Nicky’s direction even though he couldn’t see him, offering his lips for a kiss.

Nile was watching them fondly from where she was sprawled like an octopus on the bed, her breathing finally returning to normal. “I know this might seem weird to say after your husband was just eating me out, but you two are such relationship goals it’s unreal,” she commented, and Joe and Nicky both laughed brightly. “Nicolo is my heart of hearts and my light of lights,” Joe said, and it seemed extremely likely that he was about to embark on another epic romantic speech when the door opened and Quynh walked in.

Quynh was always matter of fact with these things, walked over to stand at the foot of the bed, and even though Joe was blindfolded he knew, intuitively, that she was looking him over, scrutinising him from head to toe. He knew he must make quite a picture, his arms straining in the cuffs, his beard wet from Nile’s pleasure, his cock tenting the panties where Booker’s release was still cooling.

Quynh tugged lightly at their waistband. “These are inconvenient,” she said as if she didn’t even notice the sheer obscenity of them. “This won’t work with what Nile needs or what I need.” And before he knew it, she had pulled out some kind of small knife and was cutting them off of Joe, one expert swipe that was over before he had time to panic over how close the blade was to his most sensitive parts. She tossed the ruined fabric away, laughing when Joe made a little mewl of disappointment. “Don’t worry,” she consoled, as if she was letting him into a secret. “They’re not the only pair Andy bought for you.” And fuck, that thought had Joe’s cock, finally freed from its lace prison, throbbing, and he didn’t hardly know how he was going to hold on long enough to get inside Nile.

“Nicolo,” Quynh called. “I need you to adjust his cuffs so that he can roll over, I want him on his back so I can open him up properly. And let Nile go ahead and lie under him now, it’ll be easier later.” They scrambled to do as she asked, and Quynh gave a pleased sigh as she saw Joe’s back bared for her to do as she wished. Carefully she spread his cheeks, nipping at the skin of one before diving in to kick over his entrance, and Joe’s hips jerked against Nile’s thigh. Quynh was as dedicated to this as she was to cleaning her weapons or kissing Andy. She was devastatingly thorough, almost clinical as she catalogued his reactions and shifted her technique to take him apart as swiftly as possible. “Please, please, get inside me,” he begged when she only had one finger alongside her tongue.

“Please, I need it, please,” and she shook her head briefly. “It’ll hurt you,” she explained, and he was so desperate that he almost wanted to tell her to do it anyway, that he would heal, but he knew that Nicolo wouldn’t like to watch him get hurt. She seemed to tell how keyed up he was, though, and she slid her second finger in, working faster and finally, finally, pulling them out as she deemed him ready. “You should enter Nile first,” she told him matter-of-factly, “because once I’m fucking you it’ll be hard for you to focus on anything else.”

It was hard to line himself up while cuffed and blindfolded, but his hips scrabbled against Nile, seeking out her warmth, and her hands went to his hips to guide him, and finally his aching length sank inside her and his head rolled back with the pleasure. “Mm, that’s nice,” Nile remarked happily, her hands still on Joe’s hips to pull him closer. Joe managed a few thrusts on his own, basically out of instinct, and then he screamed as he felt Quynh pushing into him, his hips jerking forward into Nile as far as they would go.

There was no choice but to follow Quynh’s brutal pace, and Joe was caught between arching back to feel her deeper in him and surging forward to bury himself in Nile. What a beautiful torment, he thought idly as he let himself be buffeted between the two women, Nicky’s hand on his arm the only thing keeping him from getting completely lost in his thoughts and in the waves of sensation threatening to overwhelm him.

He genuinely didn’t know how long it was—could have been five minutes, could have been an hour—before he came with a low whine, hips stuttering as he spilled into Nile’s warmth. He tries to kiss her, tries to stammer out his thanks to Quynh as she pulls out of him, but his body is wrecked and all he can think of is Nicky, Nicky, Nicky.

“Amore,” he begged as soon as he heard the door close. “Please, my love, please let me have you,” and Nicky was shushing him, pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, the corner of his lips, the hollow of his throat. “You always have me, darling. I am in awe of you, do you know that?” He whispered as he sank into Joe where he was already stretched from Quynh. “You were so gorgeous bringing pleasure to our whole team,” Nicky babbled in time with his slow, thorough thrusts. “Wish I could have filmed it so I could show you,” he murmured without thinking, and felt Joe jerk against him, violently, and oh. Interesting. Something to keep in mind for the next time, Nicky thought distantly as he spilled inside Joe with a low moan, groaning at the relief after having watched Joe with their teammates for so long.

When he removed the blindfold, Joe’s eyes crinkled into a smile as they kissed, and Nicky felt like all was right with the world. “What you hoped for, amore?” Nicky asked, even though he was pretty sure of the answer. “And more,” Joe confirmed. “The lingerie, damn. I hope Quynh wasn’t joking about Andy having bought more pairs.” Nicky kissed down Joe’s throat, laughing brightly. “I will buy you more pairs if she did not, cuore, I promise.”

When the rest of the team came back in the room, Joe was even more grateful that he had asked for this. He let himself luxuriate in the tapestry of love that they wove all around him, as Nile rubbed the tension out of his sore thighs, Quynh fed him dainty pieces of fruit, Booker and Nicky took turns kissing his cheeks and lips, and Andy watched fondly, telling him how good he had been, how much they adored him. “I love all of you,” he told them, relaxed and content, and they pressed closer to him to return the sentiment.

Joe/Nicky, Art Restorer!Joe AU, al-Tayyib Restoration

[(Anonymous)]

For this prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=462519#cmt462519

Filled on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26138350

under me you so quite new (Joe/Nicky - messed up healing + cunnilingus)

[(Anonymous)]

Original prompt here (“https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1106.html?thread=147026#cmt147026”). This departs from the prompt a little, which I hope the prompter won’t mind, but it is definitely still a story in which Nicky acquires new parts and Joe eats him out. The title and the poetry Joe quotes are from this (“https://allpoetry.com/i-like-my-body-when-it-is-with-your”), because e.e. cummings somehow wrote the perfect poem for this scenario.

***

There are all kinds of ways the jobs they do can go pear-shaped. Sometimes they involve betrayal and capture and medical torture, sometimes they involve explosions and Nicky not moving fast enough to avoid a steel girder flattening the lower half of his body.

When he wakes up, the crushing weight that was the last thing he felt is gone, replaced by the slow, tingling pain of everything below the waist righting itself. There’s a hand gently touching the side of his face, and a voice from somewhere above him.

“Nicolo, Nicky, c’mon, wake up. Come on, baby, please.” Joe, Nicky thinks, and tries to make his lungs work. “Nile, how’s it look?”

“He’s a lot less flat than five minutes ago, aside from that it’s hard to tell,” comes Nile’s voice. She’s down by his feet by the sound of it, and Nicky is simultaneously sorry she has to see one of them like this and glad she’s here so Joe doesn’t have to be the one watching Nicky’s body slowly regrowing.

“Oh, fuck.” That’s Andy’s voice from farther away, and then her footsteps coming closer. “He’s healing?”

“Yeah, yeah, looks like he’ll be okay,” Joe reassures her, touching Nicky’s face again. So gentle, like he’s afraid of somehow hurting him further.

Nicky finally gets his eyes to open and his hands to move; he still feels paralyzed from the waist down, but he can grab Joe’s wrist and see the relief that sweeps over him. Joe bends over him until their foreheads are almost touching, whispering his name like a prayer, and Nicky whispers back “I’m here, I’m here, Christ that hurts.”

“Think you can move yet?” Andy asks, kneeling beside them. “We should get going.”

“Si,” Nicky replies. “Help me sit up, habibi.” With Joe’s arm around him, he finally gets a look at the lower part of his body. He can see bits of new, unbroken flesh through the mess of blood and debris and torn fabric, and he wiggles his feet and moves his legs and does a quick internal inventory that comes up with a single unexpected error.

“Hold on, something’s weird,” Nicky says, and feels tentatively around his groin. Then, not caring that Andy and Nile are right there, he unzips his torn pants and shoves them and his underwear down.

“...Uh,” Nile says after a beat of silence.

“Whoops,” Andy says.

“Okay,” Joe says in a low voice, looking over Nicky’s shoulder. “That’s different.”

***

Finishing the job and getting out takes priority, so it’s not until they’re piled in the getaway car that Nicky’s situation gets addressed again.

“So” Nile starts, turning in the passenger seat so she can look at them all. “Did y’all know something like this could happen? And if so, was anybody gonna tell me?”

“It’s rare,” Andy says from the driver’s seat. “And we don’t know why it happens any more than we know why anything else about us works how it does. Sometimes your body just gets...mixed up during healing. You end up with different colored eyes or straight hair instead of curly or one patch of skin that’s totally different from the rest.”

“Okay, but this isn’t like Nicky has brown eyes or curly hair now,” Nile points out. “He’s got a—“ she pauses and looks at him, as if not wanting to call it anything before she hears what he calls it.

Nicky considers the available terminology. “A cunt?” he tries, and Nile shrugs as if to say sure, let’s go with that.

“I’m the only one I’ve ever seen that happen to before,” Andy goes on. “Twice—no wait, three times. Two times I had a dick for a while and the third I just had nothing, which was weird.”

“Nothing?” Nile repeats, and gestures vaguely in the direction of her own crotch. “Like, just skin down there?”

“Like I said, weird.”

Nicky interrupts. “So if I get wounded like that again, my body will grow back the way it was before?”

“Always did the trick for me,” Andy tells him. “I won’t miss this car if you want to go drive it off a cliff or something.”

“Yeah, can we not?” Joe interjects, and rubs Nicky’s back soothingly. “I know this is weird, but I’m not exactly in a hurry for your whole midsection to get crushed again.”

Nicky sighs, leaning his head on Joe’s shoulder. “Nor am I. It is weird, but let’s just...let it be for now.”

***

In the shower, Nicky barely touches the new thing between his legs, except for a quick swipe with his fingers to make sure it’s clean and seems completely healed. Even that makes him shudder a little, not unpleasantly, and he wonders if all cunts are this sensitive or if it’s just that his is brand new.

After he towels off, he wipes the steam from the bathroom mirror, then props one foot on the lid of the toilet and finally, properly looks at himself.

Nicky’s knowledge of the naked female form is mostly based on art, movies, and the fact that Andy ran out of fucks to give about him or Joe seeing her naked centuries ago. As far as he can tell, his new anatomy looks perfectly normal, wiry curls of hair that look exactly like what he had before and delicate folds of skin beneath.

Tentatively, he reaches down and slides one finger between the folds, exploring. Stroking himself feels good, in a way that’s not so very different than touching his cock was. He doesn’t push in deep, but trails his finger up to where a millennium of secondhand knowledge tells him his clitoris should be. He finds it, or thinks he does, a spot that’s satisfying to rub with his fingertip in the same way scratching an itch is satisfying. He rubs harder, leaning into his own touch and half-closing his eyes at the pleasure of it, then startles and snatches his hand away when there’s a light knock at the door.

“Nicolo?” Joe calls softly. “Can I come in?”

He knows if he says no, Joe will go away. He’ll let Nicky keep this to himself, let some part of Nicky’s body remain a mystery to him for the first time in over nine hundred years. Joe’s unspoken willingness to give him that makes Nicky realize how much he doesn’t want it.

Still, some impulse makes him wrap a towel around his waist, covering himself before he calls for Joe to come in.

Joe shuts the door behind him and wraps his arms around Nicky from behind, chin coming to rest on his shoulder. He held onto Nicky for the entire car ride back, but Nicky knows he’s still been craving this, closer contact and less clothing. Joe watches their reflection as he trails his hands over Nicky’s arms and torso, as if checking that he’s all still there. When his hands reach Nicky’s waist they pause, just above the towel, and Joe’s eyes seek his in the mirror.

Nicky lets out a sigh and tips his head back onto Joe’s shoulder. “You loved my cock,” he says mournfully.

“I did,” Joe agrees, swaying them back and forth a little. “And when it grows back, eventually, I’ll love it just as much. Until then, you’re still my Nicky, and what is or isn’t between your legs could never change that.”

Nicky closes his eyes, shoulders sagging in relief as Joe rocks him gently. It’s not like he really thought Joe would say anything different, but hearing it from him reassures Nicky in a way he couldn’t reassure himself.

Joe ducks his head to kiss Nicky’s shoulder. “And,” he goes on thoughtfully, “it’s been a very long time since I had the chance to touch you in a way I never have before.”

Nicky goes still, opening his eyes.

“If you want,” Joe says, watching him in the mirror. “Or I can just pretend it’s not there. Your call.”

Nicky thinks about it. And then he pushes the towel down to land in a heap around their ankles.

Joe sucks in a breath at the sight of him. He plants a hand flat on Nicky’s belly, pressing their bodies closer, and murmurs “Spread your legs a little?” Nicky does, and Joe trails his hand down, until his index and middle fingers are right where Nicky’s finger was a few minutes ago.

Touching himself felt good. Joe touching him makes his spine go hot and liquid, makes him shiver and lock his hand around Joe’s wrist, not to stop him or pull him back but just to hold on.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Joe tells him, trailing his fingers over slick, hot skin. “How does it feel for you?”

“Good,” Nicky manages, and searches for the words to describe it better than that. “Familiar in a way, because it’s your hand on me, but...different. New.”

He lets his head loll on Joe’s shoulder, watching their reflection through half-lidded eyes. “I’m so sensitive there it almost feels like the first time we made love. You remember? How I came so fast and I was so embarrassed, until you kissed me and—“

“—told you I liked knowing I affected you that much,” Joe finishes. He skims his mouth up the side of Nicky’s neck, fingers pressing a little deeper. “And not to worry, because you were going to come again before I was done with you.”

Nicky nods, swallowing hard. “It feels like that, like you’re touching me for the first time. But then I’m so wet already that it feels like you don’t need to be careful, don’t need to take any time getting me ready. Like you could just push your fingers in right now, as far as they’ll go, and I could just take it.”

“Fuck, Nicky,” Joe breathes against his neck, and then he does exactly that, pushes his first two fingers up to the second knuckle in Nicky’s cunt, and Nicky almost screams.

“Too much?” Joe asks quickly, and Nicky shakes his head.

“Don’t stop,” he gasps. Joe moves his fingers inside him, at the same time bringing his thumb around to slide through the slick folds. He finds Nicky’s clit and presses hard, the calluses on his hand rubbing against already oversensitive skin, and Nicky feels like his knees are about to give out as he sobs, “There, oh God, there.”

He doesn’t come messily, doesn’t gush all over Joe’s hand like this is a porno. But he feels his inner walls tighten around Joe’s fingers, and then he feels his climax with what seems like every single cell in his body, shaking like he’d fly apart if Joe wasn’t holding him. He’s barely aware of the sounds he’s making, just that Joe’s name is in there somewhere.

When he comes back to himself, Joe is kissing his neck, fingers still moving gently inside Nicky. “Do you know what I was thinking about in the car?” he asks in a low voice. “Well, all right, first I was thinking ‘is Nicky okay’ and then ‘are we gonna be able to get Nicky’s cock back’, because you weren’t wrong about how much I loved it. But after that, I was thinking about this pretty pink cunt between your legs, that no one else has ever touched before, and you know what I realized?” Nicky shakes his head. “How bad I want to put my mouth on it.”

Nicky’s legs do give out, then, and Joe has to half-carry him out to their bedroom. He’s still fully clothed as he lays Nicky down, only taking off his shirt when Nicky tugs at it.

They kiss for a while, Nicky’s hands in Joe’s hair while Joe braces himself over him. Nicky feels loose and relaxed, but also like he could come again without too much effort. Joe’s leg is between his, and Nicky rocks against his thigh a little, but not too much. He wants to wait for Joe’s mouth.

“I love you so much,” he tells Joe. “I love that you look at this and see a new way for us to be together.”

Joe kisses his cheek, the edge of his jaw, the shell of his ear. “I like your body,” he whispers. “I like what it does, I like its hows.”

He kisses the corner of Nicky’s mouth when he smiles at recognizing the poem, then moves down to kiss his chin, the hollow of his throat, his collarbone. “I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones,” Joe murmurs into his skin, hands gliding down Nicky’s ribs. His next kiss is to the center of Nicky’s chest, and he plants a line of them as he keeps sliding down the bed. “And the trembling-firm-smooth ness,” another kiss, “and which I will again,” another, “and again,” another, “and again kiss.” He’s reached Nicky’s stomach by now, and he kisses just below his navel as his hands urge Nicky’s thighs farther apart. “I like kissing this and that of you.”

Nicky keeps his hands in Joe’s hair, tangling in his thick curls, his breath coming faster in anticipation. “Joe,” he says softly, and there’s so much in that one word.

Joe moves down the rest of the way so he’s lying between Nicky’s legs, one hand on his stomach and the other on his thigh. Nicky tenses in anticipation, but Joe just looks for a minute.

“I meant it when I called this pretty,” he tells Nicky. “I mean, it’s yours, of course I’m going to like it, but it really is.”

Nicky didn’t really find it beautiful or ugly when he looked—just weird to see on his own body, but otherwise average-looking. “Go on,” he urges softly, wanting Joe’s way with words to show Nicky how he sees it.

“I get why people go for the flower metaphor,” Joe says, stroking Nicky with just one finger. “It's all soft and pink and folded around itself. But at the same time, it doesn’t look like anything but what it is. It’s your cunt, and it’s beautiful.”

He punctuates the statement by leaning in to kiss it, the scratch of his beard on the delicate skin a delightful tease. Nicky’s eyes flutter closed for a second, and then he opens them and pushes up on his elbows, wanting to see.

Joe kisses him again, and again, and then his tongue darts out to lick along the slit. Nicky’s still so wet, even more than before, and Joe laps at his cunt with a pleased hum. “You taste the same,” he mutters, and then pushes his tongue in harder, spears it right into the folds as Nicky gasps, fingers tightening in his hair. Joe thrusts his tongue in and out a few times and then runs it up to the top, where he closes his mouth around Nicky’s clit and sucks hard, and Nicky keens, hips lifting off the bed.

Joe keeps going like that, alternating between playing with Nicky’s clit and fucking him with his tongue. Every time Nicky starts to think he’ll come if Joe just keeps doing what he’s doing a little longer, he’ll switch it up, pause for a second, even pull back entirely and let Nicky sob and beg for more before he dives back in.

Finally, Joe stops messing around. He thrusts his tongue deep into Nicky and doesn’t stop this time, while the hand on Nicky’s belly moves down so Joe can work his clit with two fingers. Nicky thrashes and moans, squirming under Joe’s mouth almost like he wants to get away, but keeps his grip on the back of Joe’s head, holding him where he is. It feels like Joe’s tongue is plunging right into the core of him, hollowing him out, leaving room for nothing but merciless pleasure.

When Nicky comes this time it’s longer and messier, his hips rabbiting as wave after wave of tremors goes through him and he feels himself making a mess of Joe’s face, his mouth, his beard. When he finally goes still he feels wrung out, boneless. Joe moves back up the bed to kiss him, getting the mess on his face all over Nicky’s, pushing his tongue in Nicky’s mouth to let him taste himself. He takes one of Nicky’s hands and presses it to his still-clothed cock so Nicky can feel the spreading dampness there, know that Joe came from eating him out.

“Okay,” Nicky says when he can talk again. “I still miss my cock, but this has some advantages.”

Joe huffs a laugh against his neck, lying half on top of him now. “When you get it back I’m going to let it know just how much it was missed,” he promises, and puts his hand between Nicky’s legs, not trying to start anything else but just cupping Nicky’s cunt gently in his palm. “Until then, I can work with this.”

Re: under me you so quite new (Joe/Nicky - messed up healing + cunnilingus)

[(Anonymous)]

Amazing! So hot and sweet and sexy! Absolutely perfect in every way, rhank u so much for this fill.

FILL: a conversation starter [Joe/Nicky - 69]

[(Anonymous)]

Nice :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26160166

Re: FILL: a conversation starter [Joe/Nicky - 69]

[(Anonymous)]

Knew I was forgetting something

Original Prompt:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=402871#cmt402871

[(Anonymous)]

This was a delight to read. So sweet and so hot.

FILL: A Helping Hand (Joe/Nicky/Nile, Joe and Nicky Helping Nile Out)

[highsmith]

FILL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26165209

Re: FILL: A Helping Hand (Joe/Nicky/Nile, Joe and Nicky Helping Nile Out)

[(Anonymous)]

This was lovely! I really hoped someone would fill this prompt. It all feels very real to me—things are sometimes awkward, sometimes funny, sometimes sexy, and they all three clearly care about each other!

Fill: Andy/Booker/Quynh, femdom

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=285372#cmt285372

Six weeks ago, when Quynh whispered what she wanted in his ear, Booker didn’t think he would ever be able to manage it, but Andy had said that he thought he could make it and he didn’t want to prove her wrong. Sometimes he thought he spent half his waking life trying to make Andy proud of him, trying to live up to her (unrealistic, in his mind) belief in him.

Six weeks, and he hadn’t come once. He had had more than a few close calls, both by design and on accident. By the third week, he had gotten so desperate that he would get hard just from kissing Quynh, or from Andy settling a hand on his knee while the team was having movie night, or from watching the two of them fight, perfectly in unison after thousands of years, when they were on a mission. Then there were all the times that he let the girls snap a cock ring around the base of his throbbing length and use him for their pleasure, one of them riding him after the other. He would no sooner feel one of them climax around him than he would feel the other taking her place, again and again until he was a hair’s breadth away from coming, cock ring or no.

And then there were the times that they had edged him deliberately, Andy wrapping a hand around his length as he licked into Quynh, stroking him expertly and then pulling her hand away at the very last moment, when he could already feel his balls drawing up, ready to spill. One night they had brought him to the edge and let it fall away six times, and he was nearly incoherent by the end, genuinely sobbing as his release was denied him yet again, fat tears rolling down his cheeks and his cock twitching, seeking a friction that it would not find. Andy looked concerned, that time, and asked him what colour he was, but he gasped out “green, green, please boss,” in between his heaving sobs and she relaxed, running her fingers through his hair until he calmed down and no longer felt as if the barest touch was going to send him over the edge.

This was the last night of the sixth week, and he couldn’t believe he had made it. When she had kissed him good morning that day, generously ignoring the fact that he had woken up with raging morning wood for the tenth day in a row, Quynh had told him that they would take good care of him that night, would reward him for being so good, and Booker had hardly been able to focus on anything all day after that.

Finally, finally, dinner was over and they were saying goodnight to Nile and Joe and Nicky and retreating to the room they shared in the back of the house, and Booker was practically vibrating out of his skin by the time the door closed. He wanted them so badly, he wanted everything, wanted so much that he didn’t know how to start. He was paralysed for a moment with indecision, not sure what to ask for first, and then he sank to his knees in front of Andy, nuzzling her crotch gently, and she raised an eyebrow.

“Is that what you want, Book?” She asked, and he nodded frantically, nipping at her inner thigh through the fabric. She unzipped her pants, sliding them down to her knees, and somehow that got him even hotter, the fact that she didn’t bother to undress completely, just baring enough to give him what he wanted. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and that had nearly short circuited his brain the first time he realised it. Now, at least, he was used to the sight, and he moved forward, positioning himself so that he could get his mouth on her. The angle was a little awkward—this worked better when she was laying down and he could crawl between her legs, or else if she straddled his face, but he liked it, liked being on his knees in front of her like this. It meant that he had to work a little harder to coax a moan from her, to get her to the point where she tugged at his scalp and convulsed around his questing tongue as he beamed with pride. He had done that, he thought. His lips, his body had been the instrument that had brought her such pleasure.

“Mm, Book,” she murmured contentedly. “I think you’re getting even better at that.” She tugged up her pants for the moment, fastening them and then leaning down to grace him with a kiss. “Did you wear the plug like I asked you to?” She asked and he nodded with a blush, remembering how he had opened himself up that morning in the shower, desperately trying to avoid hitting his prostate with his fingers as he did because he was sure he would come immediately if he brushed against it. “Good boy,” Andy praised. “Quynh likes you to be all slick and open for her, doesn’t she?”

Booker groaned, acutely aware of how his erection was trapped against the zipper of his jeans. “Boss, please...” his flush deepened. “I need help, or else I’m going to come as soon as Quynh starts fucking me,” he confessed reluctantly. Andy nodded, cupping his jaw. “We’ll help you, don’t worry. You can always ask us to help you, and besides, you’ve done so well for us over the past six weeks, we want you to relax and enjoy yourself. Now strip for me and show Quynh which plug you picked out, hm?”

He complied as quickly as possible, folding his clothes in a neat pile because neither Quynh nor Andy liked when he made a mess, and bent over the bed, trembling fingers reaching behind him to spread his cheeks apart so that Quynh and Andy could see the purple plug nestled inside him. It was one of his larger ones, and they knew that that meant he was truly desperate for it, for them to wreck him in the most delicious of ways.

“Ambitious,” Quynh remarked, leaning forward to tease him for just a moment, pulling the plug out an inch or so and then pushing it back in, twisting it in him, wiggling it a bit from side to side and Booker moaned. “Please, please help me, I’m already close—“ Andy shushed him gently and slipped a ring around his cock and he sighed in relief that it would be a little easier to hold himself back. “Thanks boss,” he ventured, better able to stand Quynh’s teasing now, the way she somehow knew just how to brush the plug against his most sensitive spots.

“Take care of him for a minute, will you?” Quynh asked her wife. “I need to get ready,” she explained as she went to fetch her harness and her selection of imitation cocks. Andy obliged, her hand replacing Quynh’s on the plug, her other hand tweaking Booker’s nipples, drawing a low groan from him. Finally she pulled the plug all the way out, setting it on the bed beside him. “That’s it,” she soothed him as Quynh started to push in, inch by slow inch.

Booker’s eyes were wild, his chest heaving as he finally got what he had been craving, that delicious long slow drag as Quynh sheathed herself in him. His hands scrabbled in the sheets as if he wasn’t sure what to do with himself in the space between Quynh’s thrusts, and Andy moved around in front of him, pulling his face to her chest and just cradling him there for a moment, letting him feel soft and safe and home. Then Quynh drove into him with a particularly brutal thrust and he yelped, the motion smushing him against Andy’s chest, and she pressed a kiss to the top of his head.

“C’mere, Book,” she motioned, and she shifted his head just slightly, letting his lips trail over the curve of one breast and rubbing one of her nipples against them. He latched on immediately, sucking gently, and she groaned at the feeling of his rough tongue lapping against her. He always found this as soothing as he did arousing, meaning that it was something she could use to take the edge off when he was in danger of getting too overwhelmed, and she would never turn down an expert mouth on her like that.

Even that could only keep him calm for so long with Quynh’s hips slapping against his own, and before long he was whispering around the swell of her breast, arching back into each thrust. She wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out, either; his cock looked painfully hard, and his hips were making little aborted attempts to hump the air. She locked eyes with Quynh, raising an eyebrow, and her wife nodded, knowing immediately what she was silently asking.

“Booker, darling,” she murmured. “We want to let you come, however you want. You’ve been very good for us, you’ve earned it a thousand times over. What do you want? Do you want to come like this, with Quynh in you? Do you want to be inside one of us, or for us to take you in our mouth—“

He pulled off of her breast reluctantly so that he could reply, giving it a last little kiss. “Just—on you, boss,” he begged. “With Quynh inside, just like this, please,” and he pressed closer to Andy, his cock brushing her thigh, and she could get the idea.

“Alright, I’ve got you,” she agreed. “Wait a second, Quynh,” and the other woman paused her thrusts while she let Andy rearrange them, Booker’s head still pillowed against Andy’s chest as she made space for him to lie against her and to rut against her thigh. “Now then,” she said softly as she unclipped the cock ring. “You can come whenever you want to, Book, you deserve it.”

He nearly came just at the thought, the knowledge that finally, after six long weeks, he could, but he held out for another few minutes, letting Quynh’s thrusts rock him against Andy’s thigh, until finally his whole body seized up. For a split second, he was caught on the precipice, like his body had been brought to the edge so many times without finding its pleasure that he was no longer sure what to do—and then he was spilling spurt after spurt against Andy’s thigh, muffling his moans in her chest as she held him tightly and his vision faded to black for a moment, he was so overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation.

Quynh didn’t slow her rapid fire pace until she was sure he was finished, and when she finally pulled out, even she was panting with exertion. “You’re a gift,” she whispered, bending to kiss the small of Booker’s back. “All my years of lonely torment, I never dreamed that I would have a sweet little thing like you waiting for me.”

To his horror, Booker found tears welling up in his eyes at her words, combined with the profound relief of having finally found his release after so long waiting, but Andy seemed to know just what to do with him, brushing kisses across his forehead and stroking down his side. “We both love you, you know that, don’t you, Book? And most importantly, we will try our utmost to take care of you, it’s our responsibility and our pleasure.”

She scooted back a bit on the bed so that they could lie down properly, Booker still sprawled over her and his head resting between her breasts. Quynh slid into the bed a moment later, wiping Booker and Andy’s leg lightly with a wet cloth and then pulling the blanket around them once they were more or less clean, snuggling up to Booker’s other side.

They almost thought that Booker had fallen asleep, when suddenly he spoke up, voice hoarse. “Never thought I could go six weeks”, he admitted. “But you said I could, and so I tried my best.” He swallowed deeply. “Thank you for...for believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.” He shushed their attempts at heartfelt responses—he was emotionally strung out enough as it was for one night, he would save their praise for another day—and gave each of them a deep kiss. “Next time I think I want to try eight weeks,” he told them with a smile.

Re: Fill: Andy/Booker/Quynh, femdom

[(Anonymous)]

ooOOOOHHHHHH I LOVE THIS. THIS IS SO GOOD. What a good meal, gosh...! Thank you so much for writing this gem!!

Booker/Quynh, choking kink [art fill]

[(Anonymous)]

Adjacent-inspired by a prompt that asked for Andy/Quynh/Booker "being fucked to death", though this mini comic fill is presumably set wayy before they get to that point. In fact, it is set sometime post-movie epilogue.

Summary: Quynh kidnaps Booker, and keeps him in a tank, drowning him over and over. She appears to be soothed by the sounds of him dying, perhaps because it was her background noise for 500 years. Booker, for his part, has an, ah,, unfortunate sexual association with death by choking thanks to being hung to death for days on end. So. Maybe it's less torture and more comfort for two broken creatures?

Art fill: https://i.imgur.com/FRPGto2.jpg

Re: Booker/Quynh, choking kink [art fill]

[(Anonymous)]

Oh wow. Oh shit. This may be my favorite fill on the kinkmeme.

First, your line art is lovely. The faces are so expressive and the poses look ... it's hard to say "natural," given the fucked up context, but they look like human bodies should look in those positions.

But what's really blowing my mind is the content. I'm the OP of the fucked-to-death prompt and I love the direction you took this in. I was more or less shitposting, and you made something raw and real out of it. The connection between Quynh and Booker, the intensity and anguish on her face, the ... relief, almost? That he's feeling about finally being punished for existing. The uncomfortable, everyday human fact that our bodies and our hindbrains do things we'd rather they didn't. Making it a trauma response-cum-paraphilia is just perfect.

It's so good!

Booker/Team, free use

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt here: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2487.html?thread=511159#cmt511159

This prompt kind of grabbed me and didn’t let go, and also it’s brilliant and so a thousand people should fill it so we can have all the team bicycle Booker content.




Nile took a little while to catch on, but in her defense, it wasn’t the sort of thing that you would expect to happen. And the first times, after Booker and Quynh were both back in the team and they had worked out a fragile new dynamic between the six of them, were subtle enough, could be passed off as something else. Joe’s hand brushed against the curve of Booker’s ass as he passed him to go to the bathroom, but surely it didn’t mean anything, right? Especially not Joe, who was so caught up in Nicky that he wore his love for his husband on both sleeves.

Then there was the time that Andy came into the safehouse after sparring with Quynh in the garden, hair plastered to her face and eyes a bit wild in that way she got after a good fight, and she marched straight over to Booker, grabbed him by the elbow and started dragging him along with her. “Bedroom. Now,” was the only explanation as she manhandled him into the back room. And okay, that one was a little harder to explain away, but maybe Andy had pulled a muscle while she was sparring and needed him to look at it, or she needed help with one of her weapons, or something.

But there were not many alternative explanations Nile could come up with for what happened the morning Booker made pancakes. He had surprised all of them with getting up early and making breakfast, to the team’s delight, and they had just finished eating and Nile had settled on the sofa to read. Quynh had gone for a walk and Joe had run to the nearest shop to get a refill on his art paper that he used. Andy was sitting next to Nile on the couch, carefully cleaning some of her knives, and Booker had started to wash the dishes, insisting on doing it himself even though a number of them had offered to help.

Nile was so engrossed in her book that she didn’t notice when Nicky came in. It was only when she heard a low moan from Booker that she looked up in alarm—and she barely managed to keep from dropping her book in shock. Nicky had bent Booker over the kitchen counter, one hand tangled in his hair, pressing his face to the counter. The other was working Booker’s pants and underwear down to his knees before it reached between his cheeks, and Nicky gave a grunt of satisfaction as he felt what he was looking for and pulled it out in one long, slow motion. A plug, Nile realised distantly, blushing.

She felt like her brain was short-circuiting and wondered if she had dozed off and was having some kind of strange erotic dream about her teammates. Somehow that was easier to accept than that it was real, because if it was—why? How? What was Joe going to say when he came back from the store?

Andy chuckled softly, setting her knife down as she took stock of the situation and saw Nile’s confusion. “Oh yes, we forgot to explain this little situation to you, because Booker wasn’t here when you first joined the team.” She swallowed, trying to think of how best to spell it out for Nile. “Our Book likes to be available for our pleasure, at any time. It’s what gives him his own pleasure. So if you’re ever, you know, in the mood, you can feel free to just take him and use him however you like. As long as you don’t hurt him permanently, though admittedly for us that’s difficult. That’s right, isn’t it Book?” She called out to the other man, and he moaned, barely able to reply while Nicky was teasing his hole with two fingers. “Nile can use you too if she wants?”

“Yes, yes, of course Nile,” Booker babbled, and wow, how was this Nile’s life? Nicky was unzipping his pants and pulling out a surprisingly fat cock, and Nile sort of wanted to look away and yet she very much wanted to watch as Nicky sank that thick length into Booker, drawing a wail from the younger man.

“This is kind of crazy hot,” Nile whispered to Andy, and the other woman laughed, having already gone back to cleaning her knives. “You get used to it, or else you learn to look away, or you’d be horny pretty much all the time,” but Nile wasn’t sure how she could possibly get used to this, to Nicky driving into Booker while he still held his face down against the counter.

“Thank you for the pancakes,” Nicky said politely in between deep thrusts, adjusting his angle so that he hit Booker’s sweet spot dead on, like it was a reward for cooking for them. “And thank you for—oh how are you still so tight Booker after all we’ve done to you, fuck—helping me get off while Joe is at the store.” Booker whined in response, hips jerking back against Nicky and then bumping forward, like he was trying to rub himself off against the kitchen cabinets, which couldn’t possibly be comfortable.

Joe came back just as Nicky was about to come, and despite how chill Andy seemed to be about things, Nile was still seized with a sudden fear when she spotted him walking up the street, but Joe’s face just broke out into a fond smile as he saw what was going on, and he leaned against the doorframe, watching as his husband chased his pleasure with increasingly rapid thrusts.

“Are you going to fill him up, amore mio?” He asked, and Nicky turned to look at Joe, his whole face lighting up, and even though he was close before, it’s probably not a coincidence that that’s the moment he came, thrusting deep into Booker once and stilling, gasping out his pleasure against the other man’s back.

When he pulled back, he replaced the plug right away, drawing a soft groan from Booker, and patted the Frenchman on the cheek. “Thanks again,” he said casually before going over to kiss Joe hello and help him carry his art supplies.

Booker looked absolutely wrecked. His hair was sticking every which way from how Nicky had pulled at it, his pants were down around his ankles, and his cock was flushed and jutting proudly in front of him. “Does anyone want my cock?” He asked hopefully, and Nile eyed it, assessing. It had been a while, after all, and it wasn’t easy to find hookups when you were an immortal mercenary.

Andy caught Nile’s interest, and patted her on the shoulder. “Go ahead if you want, he’s good at it, I promise. Or else you can ride him, he loves that,” she threw out there. “You can take him to the bedroom too if you want more privacy,” and Nile was grateful for the offer, but she already felt so comfortable with their team that she didn’t mind. “I will, if you’re okay with it,” she told Booker a bit hesitantly, and he laughed, a punched-out thing. “As if I wouldn’t be more than okay with it.”

He looked so achingly hard that she expected him to take her right away, but instead he bent, first, to kiss her surprisingly sweetly, and then he sank to his knees in front of the sofa, and oh, okay then. “Do you want this?” He asked, running his hands up her thighs, and she nodded, suddenly extremely glad that she was wearing a dress. She shivered when his fingers reached her panties, slowly working them down her thighs until she was bare to his tentative touches. He explored her with his fingers first for a moment, barely pressing inside, just trailing them through her folds and rubbing gently at her clit, and she moaned, feeling the slow burn in her gut as she started to become aroused under his touch. He lifted the hem of her dress up, just slightly, and leaned forward to get his mouth on her, and oh, it had been a really long time since anyone had done this to her.

“Oh, God,” she breathed out, a little overwhelmed, and she stretched out her legs on his shoulders, giving him better access to her. Not only had it been a long time since anyone had gone down on her, but he was far better at this than any of her previous lovers, and she wondered if she was enjoying the fruits of years of practising on Andy, and fuck, that was hot, was even hotter with Andy sitting next to them, glancing over from time to time when she wasn’t absorbed in tending to her weapons.

He was skilled, yes, knew just how much pressure to put on her clit with the flat of his tongue, just where to lick and where to scrape with the barest hint of teeth, when to give her a breather and press kisses to her inner thigh instead. But it was his sheer enthusiasm that she appreciated the most. He ate her out like there was nothing that would give him more pleasure, like there was nowhere in the world he would rather be than with his face buried between her thighs, and it was his eagerness to please that pushed her over the edge.

He licked and sucked her through it, pulling off once she had let out a soft groan of oversensitivity, and geez, he still had that painfully eager look on his face as he sat back on his heels. “Do you still want to use my cock?” He asked, as if it didn’t matter to him either way, and the wording sent a shiver down her spine. “Yes, I most certainly do,” she replied confidently. “But I’m too tired to ride you, so you’re going to have to do most of the work,” and from the look on his face it didn’t seem like that was too much of a hardship.

He lifted her dress up a bit more and sank into her slowly, but she still felt the stretch after not having done this in a while, and her nails scratched at his back. “Wait a second, just wait,” she asked and he dutifully stilled, all but the last inch inside her. “Okay,” she said cautiously after a minute of adjusting. “I think you can move now, but slowly at first,” and he complied immediately. The burn of the stretch faded quickly, letting her focus on this sensation she hadn’t felt in a while, and she leaned up to kiss him. She didn’t know how the others did, whether it was so casual with them and Booker that they didn’t bother kissing, but she needed a little intimacy when she was doing this, a little tenderness, and Booker kissed her back enthusiastically.

It was rare for her to climax just from penetrative sex, but she still enjoyed it, and besides, she was still recovering from her last orgasm and wasn’t necessarily chasing another. She let herself sink into the easy rhythm of his thrusts, gasping into his mouth when he would hit a sensitive spot. She was amazed that he had lasted as long as he had, given how worked up he had been after Nicky, and then it occurred to her that maybe he was trying not to let himself go, trying to hold back until he got permission.

“I want you to come in me,” she whispered against his ear, and she felt his whole body tremble, and she knew that she had been right. “I can?” He asked, and she nodded. “Whenever you want.” It was like she had unleashed a dam. He lost control of his careful rhythm, his hips jolting as he fucked into her with renewed purpose, and he nearly sobbed in relief as he spilled inside her, pressing a grateful kiss to her temple. “Merci,” he told her quietly, still buried inside her, and she smiled fondly. “Merci yourself, Book. I can imagine a lot of things I’d like to try with you, if you really are game,” and she felt his length twitch in her with one last spurt, and that was answer enough.

Re: Booker/Team, free use

[(Anonymous)]

Like I said before: oh hell yes. 😉

This is so hot.

Fill: Seeing Red [Joe/Nicky, Nicky punches a racist]

[(Anonymous)]

Original prompt: https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1468.html?thread=338108#cmt338108

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Seeing Red

Andy noticed the arrival of her team before the door even opened, disgruntled noises reaching her ears as she looked up from her book.

“It was my fault,” Nile said as she walked in, looking miserably guilty.

“It was not,” Nicky said fiercely, looking livid. Andy got up, took in the sight of Nile, Nicky and Joe. They’d been in some kind of altercation, that was for sure. Nicky’s t-shirt had blood, the evidence of where it came from washed away. “It was not your fault. It was the fault of that pig in the bar.”

“What the hell’s this?” Andy asked calmly. “Someone want to explain?”

Nicky looked away, shaking his head, before quietly stalking off towards the bedrooms.

“Joe?” Andy asked.

Joe sighed, wearily heading towards the kitchen. “Not now, Boss.”

Andy looked at Nile who was watching Joe with quiet concern. “Nile.”

Nile sighed and looked at Andy. “It was stupid. It was my fault.”

Joe turned and pointed at her, annoyed. “It was not your fault. Never your fault. You wanted to go to a bar, have a drink, feel normal. That’s not a crime.”

“Is this something I need to worry about?” Andy asked.

Nile shook her head. “No. It’s fine. We were having a drink. This asshole started saying things. About Joe. We were just going to leave, he was being a dick, but then he just went too far. Nicky lost it. Went for him. Then his friends decided to help him out.”

Andy looked at Joe, the way his jaw was so clenched so tight. She nodded at him. “Hope they got what was coming.”

Joe sagged, rubbing his hands across his face, mumbling. “I need some tea.”

Nile looked at Andy in quiet communication: I got this. Andy nodded and went to find Nicky.

He hadn’t gotten far. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring at his hands with a morose expression. Sighing, Andy went to sit next to him. He didn’t look at her, continuing to stare at nothing.

“What happened?” Andy asked. Nicky shook his head slowly. “Did you manage to stay under the radar?”

Nicky looked at her, annoyance clear in his gaze. It was better than nothing.

“If the police get involved-”

“I don’t care,” Nicky said calmly. “I don’t care about the police.”

“I know you’re upset,”Andy said.

“But, I shouldn’t be?” Nicky said. He scowled at her. “This man, he told Joe to go back where he came from. Called him names. Demeaned his religion. He did this to the man I would give my life for.”

“He was an asshole,” Andy said. “His opinion’s not worth shit.”

“The heart doesn’t understand logic, Andy,” Nicky said quietly, looking away from her. He sighed heavily, hunched over and looking burdened. “I tell myself we have done good. That what we do changes the world for the better. But then I look around and see all this hate. These people, they don’t deserve our help.”

Andy smiled, offering a nod of agreement.

“What’s so funny?”

“You,” she said. “You’d let the world burn for him, wouldn’t you?”

Nicky shrugged. “This world...is not good enough for him.”

"What some asshole has to say about him isn’t worth shit, Nicky," Andy said,

Nicky let his head drop into his hands. “It’s not just some asshole in a bar. It’s people on the street. Men and women. Children. They’ve all been taught to hate. They have been taught for years. For centuries.”

“Nicky-”

He looked up and said, “I have a hand in this. I left for the holy land, for this. I have a hand in what started it all. They use the word, on the television, in the papers. They talk of crusades. I have a hand in this.”

“Maybe,” Andy said with a shrug. “Throwing yourself a pity party doesn’t help anyone. Doesn’t help Joe.”

Nicky went back to the safety of hiding his face in his hands, offering a muffled, “I don’t remember inviting you to this party.”

Andy sighed, telling him, “Well...this party sucks.”

Nicky let out a small laugh. It was something.

--

“Why aren’t you in there kissing and making up?” Nile asked, watching Joe sitting on the other side of the small round dining table.

He was sitting there with legs stretched out, arms crossed over his stomach and tea forgotten next to him. He blinked at her and said, “Because there’s nothing to make up for. He just needs some space. That guy got under his skin.”

“For good reason,” Nile said. “Aren’t you mad?”

“Of course,” Joe said with a shrug. “The guy was a piece of shit. Not worth the time or the effort. Sometimes, the best thing to do is just walk away.”

Nile considered his words. “It’s not easy walking away.”

“No,” Joe said. “It wears you down. You want to scream, what is it about me, the colour of my skin, the god in my heart, that makes you hate? What are you so afraid of?”

Nile frowned. “You think it’s about fear?”

“All hate is about fear,” Joe said. “Otherwise, what is there to hate about someone who is just different? I don’t hate you. You don’t hate me. So why do they hate us? What is it about your skin, my religion, that makes someone say and do terrible things?”

Nile swallowed, feeling a knot-like lump in her throat. The man in the bar had looked at her. She was next on his list, after he’d finished his shit with Joe.

Fuckin Islamist, he had said. You heard me, Osama. You don’t get to be here. Okay? We don’t want you, so go back to...to fuckin Iraq or whatever, man.

Joe had shook his head, grinned, amused by the incoherent threat. Nicky was already moving, a deadly look in his eyes. Joe stopped him, with quiet words in Italian.

Hey! This is America! We talk English here. Talk in English! Or go back home!

Joe’s expression seemed to shift, shutting down, shields going up. He was thinking about it, Nile could tell, thinking about smashing that guys's face.

Home? Nicky spat in the man’s face, his eyes flicking to the red baseball cap. Who are you to speak of home? You stand on stolen land, built upon by stolen people. Apologise.

Nicolo, Joe had said, with another flurry of words only for him and Nicky to understand. Nicky shrugged Joe’s hand off his elbow, shaking his head. I want this sack of shit to apologise.

That hadn’t happened. The man had snorted and his eyes had turned on Nile who was standing up, fists curling, wanting to snap that bastard’s arm in two. The man opened his mouth and Nicky smashed his fist into it hard. He never saw it coming.

They hadn’t compromised themselves and there was the added bonus of taking out racist trash. Nile had thought the evening turned out okay. Only Nicky and Joe bickered the entire way home, their bickering turning to loud angry overlapping arguing.

“What were you arguing about?” Nile asked. “In the car?”

Joe sighed, the sound turning into a quiet grown as he craned his neck back. “I told him he shouldn’t have started a fight, it was reckless. I didn’t ask for his protection. He said he wouldn’t have to start something if I had just punched that guy out. I told him...it’s nothing to do with him, he doesn’t understand. He can’t ever understand.”

That explained the sudden silence between them, Nicky looking like he’d been smacked in the face. It had been harsh, but it was true wasn’t it? Nicky could feel for Joe, but he could feel what Joe felt.

“He loves you,” Nicky said with a shrug. “He doesn’t have to get it to want to have your back.”

Joe sagged where he sat. “I know. But sometimes...I just want to walk away. It’s ignorant. Ugly. It’s not my problem, you know, existing as me is not my problem. If it’s someone else’s problem, they can go fuck themselves. I just want to walk away...sometimes.”

“I know,” Nile said. “But sometimes, you can’t walk away. Sometimes you have to stay and you have to punch a guy in the face, and then punch his friends in the face, because they need to learn.”

Joe laughed, nodding and grinning at her. After a moment his gaze turned inwards. He frowned, telling her, “There was a time I thought if I lived to be a thousand, the world would be like paradise by then. This is not the world you should be living in, Nile.”

Nile smiled at Joe. “There’s still some time before you hit one thousand. Who knows what’s around the corner. You know, when a garbage fire is put out, it’s usually pretty quick.”

Joe grinned at that, nodding. “True true.”

Nile laughed. Nodding in the direction of the bedrooms, she said, “So, he do a lot of that? Protecting your honour. I couldn’t understand what you were saying, but that argument sounded around nine hundred years old.”

Joe scrunched up his face. “More like five hundred years old. There was an incident. We don’t talk about it.”

“Sounds like something I really need you to tell me, especially if we’re going to gel like a team. Families talk, you know?” Nile said.

“Nice try, kid,” Joe said. “You’re not getting anything.”

“What’s this?” Nicky asked, walking out looking a little less morose. Andy followed before ignoring them all and heading to open the fridge and peer inside.

“She wants to know about when you started defending my honour,” Joe said, looking back at Nicky.

Nicky’s mouth tilted up in a smile as he floated to stand behind Joe, putting his hands on Joe’s shoulder’s. Joe immediately took one hand, giving the palm a quick fleeting kiss. Nicky moved his other hand into Joe’s hair, lightly moving in his curls. It all seemed both intimate and mundane at the same time. Nile realised the sight of it provided strange calm.

“When the world started to behave more and more dishonourably,” Nicky told Nile, before pulling away from Joe to take a seat next to him.

Andy had finished with the fridge, taking out a small Tupperware box of pasta, before retrieving a fork and falling into a chair next to Nile. There was an empty chair next to her and her eyes seemed to settle on it for just a little too long, before she used her foot to drag it close and then use it to rest both her feet.

“For what it’s worth,” Andy said, stabbing her fork into the pasta, “I’m on board punching assholes. Just make sure you don’t get caught.”

“That’s good advice,” Nile said with a nod. Andy looked at her before smiling and giving Nile’s knee a little shove. Nile laughed. “What? I’m serious. That is good leadership. Punch assholes, don’t get caught.”

Joe and Nicky were looking at her and Andy, wearing matching smiles of amusement. Nicky said, “I agree. There are so many to choose from.”

“Hey remember when you punched that Nazi?” Joe said, pointing at Andy.

Nile looked at Andy. “Nazi punching? Awesome. What happened?”

Andy pulled a face. “I was trying to give someone the slip and walked into some parade. Saw a guy shouting his mouth off. Punched him to the ground.”

“Germany?” Nile said.

“Washington. Three years ago,”Andy said around a forkful of pasta.

Nile nodded. “Wow. So that’s depressing.”

“That’s the world,” Andy said.

“But we do what we can to change it,” Nicky said with a nod. He looked at Joe. “Everything can change. You just have to meet the right people.”

Nile looked across at Andy, receiving a soft smile and something bright like hope glimmering in eyes that had seen centuries of terror. Nile nodded too, having seen how the right people at the right time could change things for the better.

Smiling at Andy, she said, “It’s cool you punched a Nazi.”

--

The rest of the night passed uneventfully. The ate and drank and laughed. Joe provided the most amusing of their anecdotes to share and Nile beamed all the way through them. She was so young, so hopeful, despite the world she was so hopeful. Andy felt it give her life, that hope. She stored it in that place where she missed Booker.

Nile went off to sleep, wanting to be up early to move out in the morning. Andy, never a good sleeper, sat at the kitchen table, flipping the pages of a too often read book. Nicky and Joe were on the sofa and at some point Joe had moved to lie with his head in Nicky's lap. He looked serene, his eyes closed, Nicky moving his fingers in Joe's hair.

Nicky bend down and murmured something, kissing Joe's cheek, protecting him still from a hateful world.

Re: Fill: Seeing Red [Joe/Nicky, Nicky punches a racist]

[(Anonymous)]

This made me very sad (because of how unfortunately realistic it is) but it’s also gorgeous and I enjoyed the image of them punching racists :)