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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 9B/12
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Part 9B
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(Yusuf)
12th century
Yusuf and Nicolo woke to dreams of the warrior women again. They were magnificent in their battles, movements fluid as one. He roused to Nicolo looking thoughtfully at Yusuf.
They spent the morning breaking fast after Yusuf's morning prayers. Sideways glances as eggs were cooked and bread was covered in thin coats of stewed fruit. Nicolo ate his bread plain, but also accepted half an egg. Yusuf wanted to do something foolish, exult to Allah or embrace Nicolo hard enough his bones would squeak. Instead, he pulled out his paper and inks. Nicolo sat across from him to read the notes Yusuf copied last week.
They did not talk. They did not look at each other. But Yusuf could hear Nicolo breathing, a murmur under his breath as he tried a word over and over. Sometimes he asked Yusuf for correction. Sometimes he did not. He left when Yazim asked for someone tall enough to picked figs off the top of the tree. He came back with an afternoon meal of steaming bowls of grain. Yusuf's was piled with fish. Nicolo's was plain. They ate, with their shoulders brushing, and chatted idly about what Nicolo was able to read so far or what Yusuf should draw next.
If he did this for eternity, he would be content.
Yusuf glanced over at Nicolo, who scowled at the notes Yusuf copied. The libraries in Cairo were plentiful but restrictive. Some required coin. Others required favors. Yusuf heard rumors of some of the favors some were required to dole out. It sickened and saddened him.
"Knowledge was shared freely," Yusuf murmured. Nicolo glanced up. The tired squint in his eyes faded quickly with their healing. If only the weary air that hung over Nicolo was this easily remedied.
Yusuf nodded to the notes. Nicolo whittled a thin stick out of a twig to use to trace Yusuf's writing to save on ink and paper. The stick was bent from long use. Nicolo would need to find another twig soon to carve out.
"When I was a boy, my father talked about the great libraries of Alexandria, the great house Bayt al-Ḥikmah in Baghdad. They shared books freely, shared their wisdom gladly." Yusuf gestured to his notes pinned under Nicolo's elbow.
"Here. Some came at a cost." Yusuf shook his head again. "That should not be the way."
"I copied books," Nicolo said quietly. He tapped his pointing stick at the note top of the stack. "And when my pen was better, I was given manuscripts to copy." He lifted a shoulder. He tapped the stick at the sheets of clean paper.
"But it was only Latin and the Church's words again and again. Knowledge was not given freely. There was none to give."
Nicolo's lips lifted at a corner.
"Or at least to people like me. We were given to He, given to learn his word and die for his words." Nicolo shook his head. "We did not learn anything else. Except to use our swords."
This was not Yusuf intended when he spoke. Nicolo gazed at Yusuf's notes with a sorrowful expression.
"You were not part of 'We' since you tried to help that widow and boy," Yusuf said. "When you used your sword for something besides invasion."
Nicolo's eyes flicked over to Yusuf. He turned back to the notes.
"Nicolo," Yusuf said. he waited until Nicolo glanced over. "Where is your sword?"
Bleak eyes slid away.
"I told you."
"That you left it with a merchant, you did say that." Yusuf reached over for Nicolo's hand on the table. Nicolo's hand slipped out of reach.
"I also said I will get it back." Nicolo looked up. "It is getting dark. Do you want the rest of the stew?"
Yusuf tracked Nicolo to the hearth. He watched as Nicolo started a small fire.
"I have seen you fight bare handed through three bandits to get your sword back," Yusuf said quietly. "And yet you relinquish your weapon readily to a stranger?"
Nicolo stayed seated cross-legged in front of the fire.
"We need coin," Nicolo said. "I left the sword as part of an...agreement." He nodded as he hung the small pot that contained the rest of the stew." He made a face at the smell when he lifted the lid. Then, setting his jaw, Nicolo lowered his head and took a deeper breath.
The lid clattered back over the pot when Nicolo twisted around and gagged.
"Nicolo!" Yusuf dropped to his knees and braced a hand against Nicolo's back. He felt Nicolo breathe harshly through his teeth. He hung his head and glowered at the floor.
"The chamber pot is by your left hand," Yusuf told Nicolo. He rubbed the bowed back slowly.
The rattle under Yusuf's hand settled. Nicolo took a deep breath.
"I do not need it." Nicolo lifted his head. He leaned into Yusuf's hand. "I am fine."
"If the smell bothers you this much," Yusuf murmured, "There is the salted fish and a bit of the fowl we can cook into broth."
"We should not waste the food," Nicolo said with some effort. "I will eat something else. The bread or the egg--no, it is the last one."
"Yazim brought us feteer," Yusuf reminded. "And the fish?" Nicolo hesitated. He shook his head.
"The stew," Nicolo decided. "We should not waste Yazim's efforts."
"You can not tolerate the smell, how are you expecting to eat it?" Yusuf narrowed his eyes when Nicolo shrugged again.
"You are eating something. I refuse to be poked and stabbed by your bony limbs any more."
Nicolo mouthed "Poke" to himself. He looked over to Yusuf, his mouth twisted.
"The fish," Nicolo relented. "As long as I cook it. What little appetite I have will vanish with what you prepare." He scoffed when Yusuf tapped a loose fist into his shoulder.
"You are ungrateful," Yusuf returned. "I should make a stew of the dirt outside for you."
"That sounds like an improvement from--" Nicolo yelped when Yusuf with a growl, wrapped arms around him and tackled him to the floor.
Yusuf cupped the back of Nicolo's head before it struck the floor. They grappled, hands playfully batting at limbs and chins until Yusuf claimed victory when he rolled on top of Nicolo.
"Ha," Yusuf panted as he draped himself across Nicolo. "I won."
"I thought," Nicolo said breathlessly. He gazed up at Yusuf. "You feared I would stab you with one of my bony limbs?"
Yusuf stared at Nicolo. Nicolo breathed against him, his legs folded and trapped under Yusuf's thighs. On the floor, Nicolo needed to arch up into Yusuf to ease his back and it did things, his body moving and shifting against Yusuf.
Yusuf swallowed. "Um...yes..." He swallowed once more. He caught Nicolo staring at his mouth and he felt himself flush all over. He released Nicolo by rolling off, feeling bereft when Nicolo eased out from under him.
The two lay on the floor next to each other. It reminded Yusuf of their early battles. In front of the walls of Antioch, after a battle that was so long, the sun traveled to the other side. They both collapsed to the bloody sand, almost shoulder to shoulder, gasping the breath of the exhausted not of the dying.
"Truce," Yusuf murmured, in lingua this time. He turned his head and found Nicolo had turned to face him like he did back then as well.
"Truce," Nicolo echoed, this time in Arabic. Unlike before, his eyes were not angry and confused. He stared back at Yusuf with a longing and warm look that made Yusuf's breath stuttered.
Then, Nicolo's eyes drifted. He stilled.
Yusuf squeezed his eyes shut, aware of the heavy heat and the overwhelming tightness in his groin again. Oh no. He sat up and rolled up to his feet. He collapsed onto a chair. He dropped his head into his hands.
"Sorry," Yusuf muttered. "Sor--"
Yusuf's eyes flew open as fingers gingerly hooked into the ties of his trousers.
Nicolo knelt in front of Yusuf, as close as he could between Yusuf's knees.
"Let me do this for you," Nicolo said quietly. He stared at the bulge that strained Yusuf's loose trousers.
Yusuf stared down at Nicolo. "Do you understand why you are offering?"
Instead of an answer, Nicolo plucked at the ties. He lifted his chin and gazed at Yusuf.
Yusuf gulped. He cupped the side of Nicolo's head, weaving clumps of Nicolo's brown hair between his fingers.
Nicolo stilled. He kept his eyes on Yusuf, his face expressionless.
Allah help him, but he did want this. But they shouldn't. Yusuf breathed out shakily. Nicolo continued gazing back, unblinking, so still Yusuf was not sure if Nicolo breathed.
With trembling fingers, Yusuf's other hand tugged loose his trousers, parting the fabric.
It was unnerving how Nicolo stared at Yusuf, not looking at his hardening cock as it jutted out of his trousers. He did not look away as he curled a hand around the head and coaxed Yusuf's erection out.
Yusuf's air exploded out in a groan when Nicolo's mouth surrounded him, so quickly, so fast as if he had shoved his swollen length down Nicolo's hot throat. But that can not be. He fought to keep his hips still and not to thrust.
Nicolo's mouth was wet and hot, a flame surrounding Yusuf's cock and seeped into his bones. He choked out a "Nicolo" and perhaps a prayer when he felt Nicolo's jaw worked, his throat convulsing and--
"Oh," Yusuf moaned. "Oh" as he felt himself sink all the way. It felt like Nicolo gagged, maybe, but then Yusuf felt like he was falling into a well of honeyed heat. He felt Nicolo's nose bump into his groin, face burrowed in the nest of Yusuf's sex. Yusuf was sure he could die a glorious death here at the mercy of Nicolo's mouth.
Then, Nicolo started to move.
Head jerking up and down on Yusuf's cock, lips squeezing as Yusuf's cock slipped over a rough tongue, Nicolo suckled Yusuf's cock with almost bruising efficiency. Yusuf tried to stay still, but oh, his hips jerked up into Nicolo's mouth. Nicolo's movements stuttered, but before Yusuf could apologize, Nicolo's head bobbed over Yusuf's erection in a furious pace.
Yusuf could barely breathe, choking as it felt like Nicolo was squeezing him from the root, building a pressure in his lower back. He glanced down dazed, moaning at the sight of Nicolo's brown head between his legs, his eyes gazing up at Yusuf as his cheeks hollowed.
"Your hands," Yusuf plead when he realized Nicolo kept his hands limp by his sides. "Nicolo, please, Nicolo, your hands."
Nicolo's hands fluttered up, touched Yusuf's knees, jerking back when Yusuf groaned.
"No, no," Yusuf groaned. He desperately wanted to thrust. His hands curled into Nicolo's hair. He cradled the hair, following the motion of Nicolo's head. "Don't stop. Please. Your hands."
Nicolo hesitantly cupped the back of Yusuf's calves. Yusuf's trousers spilled down to his ankles.
The chair underneath Yusuf creaked in-between Yusuf's gasps. Nicolo's hands skimmed light;y on Yusuf's calves then went bolder, running callused hands up and down Yusuf's legs, nails skimming through the roughness of his leg hair.
"Nicolo.hobi," Yusuf groaned. He could feel a well of feeling growing at the base of his spine, bubbling to the pit of his stomach. He was close. His hands were frantic now as they curled around Nicolo's shoulders.
Perhaps Yusuf pulled Nicolo off too quickly or not quick enough. Nicolo's mouth slipped off his cock with a wet sound, his hands curled around the back of Yusuf's knees and it was all too much. He felt this bubbling feeling spinning, heat twisting tighter and tighter.
Yusuf squeezed his eyes tighter. His release came violent, splashing them both. It felt like it was ripped from his bones, his blood. He shook, hands grabbing frantically at Nicolo, swaying forward into Nicolo. His release felt endless, until it was suddenly over.
Panting, Yusuf burrowed his face into the crook of Nicolo's shoulder. He felt heated as if he cooked too long under the desert sun.
"You...you did not need me to swallow?" Nicolo asked in a small voice. He sounded confused.
Yusuf could smell they both needed a washing. But his limbs would not obey him. He sensed Nicolo walking on his knees until his shoulders bumped against Yusuf's heaving chest. Nicolo will ensure Yusuf does not swoon out of the chair.
"Nicolo," Yusuf murmured. He kissed Nicolo's ear. He thought of Nicolo's question.
"The thought of you...not now. It would be wonderful, but your stomach. It might make you sick. No, no. Thank you, my Nicolo. Oh, it was...no, no, next time. Next time as long as you allow me to do the same for you."
"You don't have to--"
Yusuf hugged Nicolo harder to him, tugging Nicolo to stand higher on his knee so he could tuck Nicolo's face to his heart.
"I want to," Yusuf said breathlessly. "Willingly. Gladly. I do, Nicolo. But for you, later. Hm? Later."
Nicolo breathed out harshly, his breath leaving a damp spot on Yusuf's shoulder. Suddenly, Nicolo's arms wrapped around Yusuf's middle. He started to shake.
"Yusuf..." Nicolo breathed. "Yusuf..."
Yusuf embraced Nicolo as hard as he can. Something in Nicolo's voice demanded it, something in Yusuf's heart demanded it. Their bodies were damp, reeked of sex and the pot lid behind them rattled as the stew boiled over.
But Yusuf and Nicolo would not move.
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Yipe, there's another part for Yusuf but this took longer than I thought! I will try to get it out later or definitely tomorrow morning. Well, morning for me. LOL.
Thank you all for being understanding about the extra parts!
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