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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 13D/16
(eep, sorry)
Warning: sex! (kinda lol)
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Part 13D
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
Yusuf did not comment when Nicolo mumbled he needed to bathe as soon as they arrived home. He nodded and made to move away from the stream. He hesitated but slowly nodded again when Nicolo asked if Yusuf would stay.
The water was cool around Nicolo’s bare torso as he sat in the rock on the bottom of the pool. They had moved a boulder from up river and rolled it to the stream where it split to many small pools they dug deep enough to bathe and flow out back into the waters that fed the seas. It was closer to the house, far enough away that fish from the river did not accidentally swim into the pools.
Yusuf took off his boots, rolled up his trousers and dipped his calves as Nicolo sat on the rock. Nicolo kept his trousers on. Yusuf did not appear to mind.
“Was I not right?” Yusuf grumbled as he kicked the water, splashing Nicolo. “That miserable horse was chewing its feed and about to nap when we arrived—“
“You should have doubted me,” Nicolo interrupted quietly. The rock was hard underneath, the water rippling around him, but Yusuf’s eyes were placid, endlessly brown and unfairly patient. “The face I saw, I was wrong. You should hav doubted me.”
Yusuf hummed. He dipped a rag into the water and took time to wipe the back of his neck.
“It is all right,” Yusuf murmured.
“I thought...for sure I thought...” Nicolo wished he has a better explanation. “I am seeing faces not truly there.”
“It would not be the first time,” Yusuf said, but not unkindly. “You and I have seen many fallen faces from the battlefield years later.”
Nicolo ducked his head into the water, held his breath before he sat up again.
“But that is it,” Nicolo said miserably. “They are not faces of the dead, they are here and they remember me and I can not stop from remembering them.” The taste, the smell, it felt like they oozed into his skin.
Yusuf idly kicked the water, sending ripples towards Nicolo’s way.
“There is a ship,” Yusuf said at last, “in Alexandria. It sails past the lands the Turks rule, in the isles closest to the East. Say but a word and we can sail tomorrow.”
Nicolo stared at Yusuf. “You have just spent coin on hens and feed.” He shook his head.
“No, we should stay. We should not be wasteful—“
Water splashed as Yusuf leaned in to Nicolo.
“I would gladly give up all my possessions, carve my heart out of my body, give up my eyes if it means it will give you peace,” Yusuf said fiercely. “There is no place too far I would not go.”
Yusuf reached over and fingered the damp locks of Nicolo’s hair.
“We are not wasteful if it brings you peace. It is of little cost. Do not worry about our finances. Not this time. “
A shadow flickered across Yusuf’s face. Nicolo chastised himself, remembering Yusuf’s dreams.
“You do not owe me anything.”
Yusuf stiffened.
“No?” Yusuf said gruffly. He looked away. “What you paid for my comfort? It is a debt you should not have on your shoulders.”
“It is a debt I do not intend to collect,” Nicolo countered. He swiped a hand over the water around him. “I do this willingly and I, I do not regret it. My only regret is—“
“That I found out,” Yusuf croaked. He covered his eyes with a hand. His mouth twisted. “Were you going to never tell me?”
Nicolo’s eyes lowered. His watery reflection was of a man he no longer recognized.
“I was going to confess,” Nicolo said quietly. His throat worked. “After Dirar, after Aziz—“
“Confess?” Yusuf sounded distraught. “You have not committed a sin. Confess? You did nothing wrong!”
Nicolo shook.
“No?” Nicolo whispered. “I willingly knelt for coin, offered my mouth for men’s satisfaction and—“
“It was not willing,” Yusuf said low. He jumped into the pool, heedless of his clothes. He faced Nicolo, fully, his face raw.
“If it was willing, would you be so haunted by faces you think you see?”
Nicolo wanted to sink back under the water.
“If it was willing, would your insides be so twisted you can not eat?”
Nicolo bit his lower lip.
“If it was willing, would your sleep be so bothered at night?”
Nicolo shook his head. He could not speak.
Yusuf cradled the back of Nicolo’s damp head. He dropped a kiss on top like a blessing.
“Perhaps it was easier to accept you did all this willingly than accept that you did not do this freely?”
Nicolo curled his hands around Yusuf’s wrists.
“It is still a debt I refuse to collect.” Nicolo squeezed Yusuf's wrists. "I am bothered by what they did and made me feel, but I am not bothered by my reason to do this."
Yusuf rested his forehead to Nicolo’s.
“You can not stop me from trying to repay you forever.”
Nicolo sniffed loudly. He heard Yusuf do the same.
“No,” Nicolo agreed sadly. “I can not.”
“I am not beholden to you because of it,” Yusuf told Nicolo. He threaded his fingers through Nicolo’s hair. “I am beholden to you because I hunger for every moment you gift my ravenous heart. I longed to make you happy far before this. This will not end us.”
“You and I,” Nicolo said. He tucked the words into his heart like a prayer. “I think of this to sustain me. It is payment enough.”
“You and I.” Yusuf repeated it. It felt like the clasp of hands, two halves of a vow.
Yusuf bowed his head. “All right. Very well. No debt lies between us. No one else fouls the air between us. No pain. Only joy, Hobi.”
“Hobi,” Nicolo murmured. He deliberately mangled it and enjoyed how it made Yusuf groan dramatically about his poor ears.
Yusuf held Nicolo’s face in his hands. He gazed deep, silent yet his eyes spoke so much. Too much. Nicolo felt lightheaded under the intense stare.
“Ask me what you desire of me,” Nicolo murmured. He curled his hands tighter around Yusuf’s wrists. “Here. Now. I do not think I would refuse.”
“There is much I wish,” Yusuf rasped. “My heart is too greedy to think of merely one request. You absolved me of my obliviousness. You gifted me with the promise of forever. What more could I possibly want?”
Nicolo released Yusuf’s wrists. He stood up from the rock. His feet met the bottom of the water. He stood almost of height to Yusuf, his eyes drifting to Yusuf’s waist.
Yusuf choked. He cradled the back of Nicolo’s head, his eyes falling shut at the feel of Nicolo’s hands on the laces of his trousers. Sodden with water, they sank to the bottom. Yusuf stepped free of them. His eyes stayed on Nicolo even as he pulled his tunic over his ears. He watched, still without a word as Nicolo stepped out of his trousers as well.
They stood before each other, naked, trembling in the water.
It was not the first time they bared their skin to each other or touch intimate parts with reverence.
But it felt different, here in the water, staring at each other like it was the first time.
Yusuf reached over and cupped Nicolo’s jaw. He stepped closer, closer, until...
Nicolo gasped within his throat as their cocks brushed against each other in the water. He numbly looked down at themselves, flushing at the sight of their erect cocks so close. Even the coolness of the water was not enough to soothe the heat boiling under his skin on contact.
Yusuf murmured, words that failed to have meaning in Nicolo’s buzzing ears. He massaged Nicolo’s nape, his other hand threading with Nicolo’s. He guided their hands down.
The water burbled around them, drowned out by Yusuf’s groan as their hands wrapped around their cocks and held tight.
Nicolo’s head fell forward, rocking left and right across the lightly matted hair of Yusuf’s chest.
The pace was firmer than the tentative ones of before. It felt like they were standing as one on a battlefield once again, but together, their hearts pounding in unison, their limbs moving in sync.
Yusuf’s hand was large, guiding Nicolo’s over their lengths with a sway and pull motion.
Nicolo stuttered against Yusuf’s chest. It felt too much. Yet it also felt like it was not enough. He did not understand.
Nicolo must have been talking out loud, babbling as he shook against Yusuf.
“It is same for me.” Yusuf was barely coherent, yet he fought to talk in soothing tones by Nicolo’s ear. “The more we have this, the more I crave.”
“Yu...” Nicolo could barely speak. He found himself in a frenzy, his hips snapping wildly into their combined hands. “I...Yus...”
Yusuf shushed Nicolo, kissing his brow over and over. His pace quickened, their strokes swept up the entire length without pause.
Water splashed around them. The sun was hot on Nicolo’s shoulders. Yet they both trembled as if cold, incoherent because their teeth clacked together when their mouths were crushed together.
Nicolo sobbed as he came, folding into Yusuf as Yusuf groaned his own release. Nicolo’s hands ran over Yusuf’s body, boldly feeling the shape of Yusuf’s clenched ass cheeks. He was desperately to memorize this moment. He did not trust his current mind to remember. He was in a haze, writhing against Yusuf in the water.
“Please,” Nicolo gasped as he pulled Yusuf’s mouth to his once more. “Please...”
“What?” Yusuf seemed to be in a similar state. His broad hands cupped Nicolo’s buttocks. He lifted Nicolo higher in the water, his cock grinding eagerly over the inside of Nicolo’s thigh.
“I do not know.” Nicolo wanted to shout in frustration. “I...what can I do? How...I feel...” Nicolo burrowed his heated face into the crook of Yusuf’s neck.
“Please...” Nicolo cracked. “I do not know what I want, but I do. I feel madness. Yusuf...Yusuf...”
Yusuf smoothed his hand over Nicolo’s back over and over. He kissed Nicolo’s ear, his hand drifting, fingers brushing over his taint.
Yes. The strange fluttering in his hole. Nicolo gulped. He pressed his face harder into Yusuf’s shoulder.
“Hobi,” Yusuf said hoarsely. He continued to stroke the puckered entrance with a careful finger.
“We have eternity. We have time. I can wait. I can do nothing. Or everything. You teach me what you desire. It is whenever you feel ready.”
Yusuf’s finger traced the shape of Nicolo’s taint, slipping in to massage the thin skin in between his ass cheeks.
Nicolo felt like he was burned alive. The touch felt intimate, bold despite the gentleness. His skin felt tight around him, itchy in a way not like before, aching in a way that made him flush all over.
“You and I,” Nicolo sighed. He leaned back into Yusuf’s finger.
Yusuf’s breath stuttered against Nicolo as his fingertip pressed in, just enough for them both to feel the natural resistance of Nicolo’s body. Nicolo groaned under his breath.
“You and I,” Yusuf echoed. He wrapped an arm around Nicolo’s middle, his other hand slipping, seeking...
Yusuf’s finger felt thick, large as it pushed. Nicolo’s hole spasm and after some pressure, yielded to the strange intrusion.
Nicolo’s exhale stalled, his words broken as he felt an odd stretch within, a filling that made him widen his stance. It did not ease the strangeness in him, but...
“It does not hurt.” Nicolo could hear himself wondering. He cringed. How stupid he must sound.
Yusuf choked back what sounded like a sob. “No, it should not. Never. Not for you. Not for us.”
“He...he said—“
“He was wrong,” Yusuf said hotly. He twisted his finger, slipping deeper, bending it and—Oh.
Nicolo bucked against Yusuf, into the finger that sparked something deep. He felt like his body flared at the clever turn of Yusuf’s finger. He was spinning. He was tipping into a cliff...
Yusuf caught Nicolo, his finger slipping in and out of Nicolo’s body with almost brazen claim. Nicolo writhed, babbling as it felt like Yusuf was touching something soul deep, endless waves of shock as Yusuf’s finger found the spot over and over.
“Oh,” Nicolo choked, “Oh...” He felt drunk. He felt consumed. He nearly knocked them together under the water, thrashing as he struggled to understand why he wanted to scream his release.
It was Yusuf who later screamed, thunder by Nicolo’s ears. His cock was hard against Nicolo’s hip. His finger became a sly two, an impossible fullness Nicolo grew frantic around. Yusuf chanted Nicolo’s name, as fervent as a prayer, his eyes closed in exaltation, his hand, his hand...
They came together, the water around them crashing like stormy seas. Yusuf cried out, hoarse, weeping as Nicolo greedily wrapped hands around him and finished his completion. Nicolo clung to Yusuf, his legs suddenly weak, as Yusuf’s two fingers darted into Nicolo and tugged out a release that darkened the skies for a breath.
The sun dried their bodies as they laid on the grass. It was too far to the house. Too far to the fig trees. They stayed curled towards each other by the stream, winded, spent and amazed.
Nicolo nuzzled the hair on Yusuf’s chest. They sprang up in tight curls as they dried, as intriguing and as soft as the crown of curls on Yusuf's head. They were long enough Yusuf tied them back with a thin strip of leather. Nicolo wanted to dig his fingers into the thick hair. For once, he did not cringe at the thought.
Yusuf rested his head on folded arms. He gazed up at the sky. He grunted.
“What?” Nicolo said drowsily. He wiggled closer, his lax sex brushing along the firm planes of Yusuf’s stomach and the sharp dark hairs that feathered Yusuf's legs. Oh, he liked that as well.
“If only the days are longer,” Yusuf murmured, dreamily. “So that I may lay here in the sun with you, golden light painting your body. Look, the sun is setting and I mourn the shadows it will cast and shield you from my eyes.”
Nicolo shook his head. “You and your pretty words.”
“Me and my pretty words,” Yusuf agreed. “I have but these and my imaginative cooking to offer.”
“...at least your words are nice to hear.”
Nicolo yelped when Yusuf growled, twisting around to pin Nicolo underneath him. Yusuf ran his teeth lightly on Nicolo's collarbones. Nicolo moaned.
"That is nice to hear as well," Yusuf rumbled. "But your sharp bones hurt me to the quick. You have better eat every drop of my imaginative cooking later.”
Nicolo gazed up at Yusuf. He huffed, reaching up to brush back the damp curls from Yusuf’s brow. He knew Yusuf read the promise that he would try.
Yusuf’s mock scowl gentled.
“And how are you, hobi?”
Nicolo’s eyes burned.
“Hungry.” Nicolo’s smile was shaky, but genuine. “Even for your cooking.”
Yusuf's smile was warm and blinding as he dipped his head to kiss.
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Parts C & D are Nicolo's because apparently I went over the text limit (oops). This stage of recovery was supposed to be two parts with Nicolo and Yusuf, but my brain weirdly felt this needed to be Nicolo's POV, including finally acknowledging Yusuf's angst in all this. Yes, our soft Joe needs soft, too!
Hoping more tomorrow. Yeesh, this is going to be interesting cleaning up when all this is done. And hey! Did I remember to throw myself to OP's feet? This prompt unexpectedly took over my life, but oh wow.
Part 13E, Yusuf tomorrow!
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 13D/16
(Anonymous) 2020-10-17 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 13D/16
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(Anonymous) 2020-10-17 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)I commend you for gifting us with this wonderful story; I'm not complaining if this reaches 20. I admire you for writing this while still doing your coursework, I can only aspire for that level of discipline.
This gives me joy.❤️
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 13D/16
I opted for the easier choice. LOL
But thank you for thinking so! Wish you were my academic advisor! ❤️
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