Yusuf ended all discussion about what was going to happen next with the declaration that they were very distressed by this attempt on their lives by trusted guests and Yusuf’s own recent suitors, and the captain of the royal guard could station as many men as he liked around Yusuf’s chambers – or, very well, they would move to some of the guest chambers which had no balcony – but he and his husband needed to be alone to recover. It was a sign of the shock everybody had had that they took this at face value.
The door had barely closed behind them before Nicolò pinned him to it with a happy growling noise, which again demonstrated his great good sense. There was a brief interlude after they had disrobed where it became evident that both of them were competing for the privilege of getting their mouth on the other one’s cock first, but Nicolò handily solved that by saying “Wait, wait,” and demonstrating that it was possible for both of them to be satisfied in that regard at the same time, if they lay down on the bed together.
“Oh, is this what they teach you in monasteries?” Yusuf said, licking a line up Nicolò’s very pretty cock.
“Ah, not officially,” Nicolò gasped, and wrapped his mouth around Yusuf’s cock in…revenge did not seem to be the right word. They sucked each other lazily for a while until Nicolò had worked a spit-slicked thumb into Yusuf up to the first knuckle, and Yusuf broke away to say “If I finish you now, are you still going to be able to fuck me later?”
“Hngh,” Nicolò said, intelligently; his cock jumped in Yusuf’s hand. “Probably not. Do we…”
“There’s a vial of oil in my clothes,” said Yusuf. “I grabbed it before we left my chambers. Our chambers. Ahh, yes, do that again.”
“I like that you plan,” said Nicolò.
“Well, I watched you with that longsword,” said Yusuf, “and I decided that if I had to put up with – Nicolò – if I had to put up with an assassination attempt, after that interminable feast, I deserved to have you fuck me into the mattress.” He craned his neck and mouthed, carefully, at Nicolò’s balls.
Nicolò shivered against him. “Yes, yes, alright. Yusuf, if you want that you need to let me – Yusuf –”
He staggered away eventually, and staggered back. Yusuf did indeed spend the rest of his wedding night being very enjoyably fucked into the mattress by his new husband, who was very evidently not a virgin, which was Yusuf’s great good fortune.
“This is,” Nicolò said, much later and blurry with sleep and the languid aftermath of their activities, “a very different evening than I anticipated.”
“You and everybody else in this palace,” said Yusuf. “Regretting it?”
“Mmmmmmm,” Nicolò sighed, and wriggled more firmly into Yusuf’s grasp. Yusuf took that to mean he was not.
*
The next morning, a guard politely informed them that the queen was expecting them for breakfast. Also present were Yusuf’s father, of course, and the wazir, and Yusuf’s next-oldest sister Noor, who was presumably there as a dire warning of Yusuf’s expendability if he continued to act out in this manner.
“I didn’t want an alliance with Genova,” was the first thing his mother said to Nicolò, so the morning was off to an excellent start.
“Oh, my father does not want an alliance with you, either,” Nicolò said cheerfully. “We have made things very difficult. I apologise.”
“Did you have to kill Duke Keane?” grumbled the wazir.
“Yes,” said Yusuf and Nicolò at the same time.
“The thing is,” said Yusuf’s mother, “now I have to marry Noor to a Genovan so they can have a child to be your heir and continue the alliance.”
“I thought you didn’t want an alliance?” Nicolò blinked.
“I don’t. But now I have one, so we will make it work. I am sure your father will see sense.” Yusuf’s mother had the look in her eye that terrified sensible neighbouring monarchs.
“Marry her to a Venetian,” Nicolò suggested. “It will do just as well for the rest of the maritime Christian cities, and it will annoy my father no end, but he won’t be able to say anything against it.”
“What if I don’t want to marry a Venetian?” Noor objected.
“Some of them are almost human beings,” Nicolò said, apologetically.
“You are very quick to throw over your own family,” said Yusuf’s father, eyeing Nicolò thoughtfully. “And you said last night you would consider converting.”
“I am married to the heir to a kingdom, so naturally my allegiance must lie with my husband’s family,” said Nicolò. “Also, my father is a…” He frowned. “I’m not sure of the correct word in your tongue.”
“A dick?” said Yusuf, in Ligurian, helpfully.
“Yes, that,” Nicolò agreed. Yusuf’s father did not look soothed by this; he was very proper. His mother laughed.
“I’m not going to divorce him,” Yusuf said, grinning across the table at his husband.
“Tell me that again in six months,” said his mother. “Jafar, you said that there were some other matters we had to attend to urgently. What were they, again?”
The wazir, who had served his mother since she was young and claimed she had put all the grey in his beard, sighed. “The woman-king Andromache has kidnapped the Princess Quynh -”
“That’s all right,” Yusuf said hastily, “it was arranged.”
“Yes, I know,” said his mother. “Andromache would not spring that on me unawares. She has manners.” This was news to Yusuf.
“- and the Duchess Nile wishes to know if there are any Christian priests in the city; having been refused Prince Yusuf’s hand, she intends to wed one of her ladies.”
“Well, that isn’t difficult,” said Yusuf’s father. “Yusuf and Nicolò should attend, if she will allow it.”
“See, Yusuf,” said his mother, “if you had simply made a choice before last night, we wouldn’t have had all this trouble. Everybody would have known, and not got offended.”
“I had never met Nicolò before last night!”
“Just be more organised next time,” his mother grumbled. She turned to Nicolò. “Don’t take any of this amiss, dear; I think you are going to be an excellent addition to the family.” Yusuf’s father looked somewhat sceptical at this, but kept his peace, which was good enough.
“He is, and there isn’t going to be a next time,” Yusuf said, firmly, and smiled at his husband.
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FILL: Joe/Nicky, The Prince Is Getting Married, Royalty AU [5/5]
Date: 2020-09-22 06:49 am (UTC)The door had barely closed behind them before Nicolò pinned him to it with a happy growling noise, which again demonstrated his great good sense. There was a brief interlude after they had disrobed where it became evident that both of them were competing for the privilege of getting their mouth on the other one’s cock first, but Nicolò handily solved that by saying “Wait, wait,” and demonstrating that it was possible for both of them to be satisfied in that regard at the same time, if they lay down on the bed together.
“Oh, is this what they teach you in monasteries?” Yusuf said, licking a line up Nicolò’s very pretty cock.
“Ah, not officially,” Nicolò gasped, and wrapped his mouth around Yusuf’s cock in…revenge did not seem to be the right word. They sucked each other lazily for a while until Nicolò had worked a spit-slicked thumb into Yusuf up to the first knuckle, and Yusuf broke away to say “If I finish you now, are you still going to be able to fuck me later?”
“Hngh,” Nicolò said, intelligently; his cock jumped in Yusuf’s hand. “Probably not. Do we…”
“There’s a vial of oil in my clothes,” said Yusuf. “I grabbed it before we left my chambers. Our chambers. Ahh, yes, do that again.”
“I like that you plan,” said Nicolò.
“Well, I watched you with that longsword,” said Yusuf, “and I decided that if I had to put up with – Nicolò – if I had to put up with an assassination attempt, after that interminable feast, I deserved to have you fuck me into the mattress.” He craned his neck and mouthed, carefully, at Nicolò’s balls.
Nicolò shivered against him. “Yes, yes, alright. Yusuf, if you want that you need to let me – Yusuf –”
He staggered away eventually, and staggered back. Yusuf did indeed spend the rest of his wedding night being very enjoyably fucked into the mattress by his new husband, who was very evidently not a virgin, which was Yusuf’s great good fortune.
“This is,” Nicolò said, much later and blurry with sleep and the languid aftermath of their activities, “a very different evening than I anticipated.”
“You and everybody else in this palace,” said Yusuf. “Regretting it?”
“Mmmmmmm,” Nicolò sighed, and wriggled more firmly into Yusuf’s grasp. Yusuf took that to mean he was not.
*
The next morning, a guard politely informed them that the queen was expecting them for breakfast. Also present were Yusuf’s father, of course, and the wazir, and Yusuf’s next-oldest sister Noor, who was presumably there as a dire warning of Yusuf’s expendability if he continued to act out in this manner.
“I didn’t want an alliance with Genova,” was the first thing his mother said to Nicolò, so the morning was off to an excellent start.
“Oh, my father does not want an alliance with you, either,” Nicolò said cheerfully. “We have made things very difficult. I apologise.”
“Did you have to kill Duke Keane?” grumbled the wazir.
“Yes,” said Yusuf and Nicolò at the same time.
“The thing is,” said Yusuf’s mother, “now I have to marry Noor to a Genovan so they can have a child to be your heir and continue the alliance.”
“I thought you didn’t want an alliance?” Nicolò blinked.
“I don’t. But now I have one, so we will make it work. I am sure your father will see sense.” Yusuf’s mother had the look in her eye that terrified sensible neighbouring monarchs.
“Marry her to a Venetian,” Nicolò suggested. “It will do just as well for the rest of the maritime Christian cities, and it will annoy my father no end, but he won’t be able to say anything against it.”
“What if I don’t want to marry a Venetian?” Noor objected.
“Some of them are almost human beings,” Nicolò said, apologetically.
“You are very quick to throw over your own family,” said Yusuf’s father, eyeing Nicolò thoughtfully. “And you said last night you would consider converting.”
“I am married to the heir to a kingdom, so naturally my allegiance must lie with my husband’s family,” said Nicolò. “Also, my father is a…” He frowned. “I’m not sure of the correct word in your tongue.”
“A dick?” said Yusuf, in Ligurian, helpfully.
“Yes, that,” Nicolò agreed. Yusuf’s father did not look soothed by this; he was very proper. His mother laughed.
“I’m not going to divorce him,” Yusuf said, grinning across the table at his husband.
“Tell me that again in six months,” said his mother. “Jafar, you said that there were some other matters we had to attend to urgently. What were they, again?”
The wazir, who had served his mother since she was young and claimed she had put all the grey in his beard, sighed. “The woman-king Andromache has kidnapped the Princess Quynh -”
“That’s all right,” Yusuf said hastily, “it was arranged.”
“Yes, I know,” said his mother. “Andromache would not spring that on me unawares. She has manners.” This was news to Yusuf.
“- and the Duchess Nile wishes to know if there are any Christian priests in the city; having been refused Prince Yusuf’s hand, she intends to wed one of her ladies.”
“Well, that isn’t difficult,” said Yusuf’s father. “Yusuf and Nicolò should attend, if she will allow it.”
“See, Yusuf,” said his mother, “if you had simply made a choice before last night, we wouldn’t have had all this trouble. Everybody would have known, and not got offended.”
“I had never met Nicolò before last night!”
“Just be more organised next time,” his mother grumbled. She turned to Nicolò. “Don’t take any of this amiss, dear; I think you are going to be an excellent addition to the family.” Yusuf’s father looked somewhat sceptical at this, but kept his peace, which was good enough.
“He is, and there isn’t going to be a next time,” Yusuf said, firmly, and smiled at his husband.