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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 15C/16
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Part 15C
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
There was something about Yusuf under moonlight.
Nicolo let his arms rest on Yusuf’s thighs. They were in reverse of this morning. Yusuf sat on the edge of the pool, while Nicolo stood in the water lapping around his middle.
Water in Yusuf’s beard caught the shimmer of the moon above them.
“You look like you have gems in your beard,” Nicolo murmured. He rested his head on Yusuf’s left knee. He gazed up. Yusuf’s brown skin seemed to have a sheen.
“Moonlight embraces you,” Yusuf told Nicolo, dreamily as if they were in bed, not in the small pool. “I am jealous how it clings to your skin. I would challenge it if only it were not so high up in the sky.”
Nicolo shook his head. “I can not best that. You and your pretty words.”
“Me and my pretty words,” Yusuf agreed. “They seem to spill out easily when you are before me. A blind man would rejoice at the sight of you.” He rubbed Nicolo’s arm on his leg.
“How are you feeling?” Yusuf asked gently. “This day has been an ordeal for you.”
“I ruined it,” Nicolo said bitterly before he could stop himself.
Yusuf murmured as he continued rubbing Nicolo’s arm. He gripped Nicolo’s hand by his hip.
“You ruined nothing,” Yusuf promised. “We are learning what we like from each other and...” He stroked Nicolo’s knuckles.
“And what we do not like.”
Nicolo blinked hard. He watched Yusuf touch his hand as he would trace fine lines on paper.
“Di...”
Yusuf’s hand stilled.
Nicolo pressed his face over Yusuf’s thigh.
“I have not wept this much since I was a child,” Nicolo rasped, “Why do I not feel done?”
Yusuf returned to stroking Nicolo’s hand again.
Nicolo sniffled. He nuzzled Yusuf’s thigh. The hairs on Yusuf’s leg tickled when the limb flexed under Nicolo’s cheek.
“You will not tell me I do not have to talk about it?” Nicolo muttered.
“Perhaps the tears was there to warn us we should,” Yusuf replied. He reached out his other hand and carded it through Nicolo’s hair.
“But say a word and I will,” Yusuf whispered. “But only for now. If your heart tells you ‘not now’ then we will talk about it later.”
The stream was calm at night but below the surface, it swirls around Nicolo’s legs as if racked under a storm.
“No,” Nicolo rasped. He stepped in. Yusuf’s knees spread wider, his ankles crossing behind Nicolo. It was strangely reassuring to feel the weight of Yusuf’s heels resting on his lower back.
“It is finally ‘Later,’ I think,” Nicolo whispered, soaking in the strength of Yusuf’s legs around him.
Yusuf stroked back a strand of hair behind Nicolo’s ear. He said nothing, but his eyes were patient. Utterly so, Nicolo felt like he would cry again.
“Di...” Nicolo set his jaw and tried again.
“Dirar used his thumb in me.”
“Ah,” Yusuf said sadly.
“After...He...he said I was tight.” Nicolo swallowed. “It was when you were with Aziz, after you went to look for work in the docks.”
Yusuf slipped his hand around Nicolo’s, his fingers coaxing his fist loose. Nicolo did not realize he curled his hands to strike the grass by Yusuf.
“I thought he had you.” Nicolo fought to keep his voice steady. “I feared he told you before I could or...or...”
Nicolo hiccuped. He dropped his head onto Yusuf’s thigh.
“I could not have him hurt you,” Nicolo’s voice shook. “I could not bear the possibility. I went to the docks and he was there. He made me think he had you. We..."
Yusuf massaged Nicolo's hand. His lightly furred thigh flexed again.
"He said he would pay triple if he was the one to teach me to..." Nicolo choked, but the rest of the words would not come out.
Yusuf's heels nudged Nicolo's lower back. His thighs gently squeezed against Nicolo's sides. It was like one of Yusuf's hugs. He always surrounded Nicolo, a cloak to ward off a thousand enemies.
"I fought him." Nicolo's voice hitched. "I tried, but he said I come willing or he will use you to make me come willing."
Yusuf's hand curled tighter around Nicolo's hand.
"He...he...his thumb, I felt him, touching me like a piece of m-meat..." Nicolo pressed his wet eyes over Yusuf's leg. "He guessed I have not...and he sounded glad. They all did. He said I would tear and it would hurt and then I did not want to do it anymore but they would not let me leave until I swallowed all their...all their...I do not remember the rest. That is when you found me outside the docks after I was used up."
"Nicolo," Yusuf murmured, speaking at last.
Nicolo breathed harshly through clenched teeth. He kept his eyes over Yusuf's thigh.
"I was a piece of meat when I went back," Nicolo spat out, his voice trembling. "His thumb, he, the others, forced their hands on me and laughed at how tight I was and I could not, I tried..."
"But it did not happen," Nicolo exploded. Water flew up around them when he kicked the pool's dirt walls. "But it feels like it did."
Yusuf kissed the hand he held over and over as Nicolo found himself unable to speak again. He shook too hard, his words trapped in his constricting throat.
Nicolo heard himself sobbing, dry-eyed, raw sounds escaping his lips as he crushed his face to Yusuf's thigh.
"It does not matter if it did or did not," Yusuf whispered in contrast to the harsh noises Nicolo could not stop himself from making. "It matters that you thought it will. Bracing for a blow hurts if it happens or not. It is still a pain that needs healing."
Nicolo exhaled. He brushed his lips on an old childhood scar Yusuf always avoided talking about, refusing with red ears and a nervous laugh each time Nicolo asked about it.
"I know it did not happen. I wished none of it did," Yusuf croaked. "But I am grateful for you telling me. I-I did not want to think about it. Perhaps I thought then it could feel like it did not happen at all."
Nicolo nodded wearily. "I thought the same. Not just with Dirar, but with the ones who paid."
Nicolo scrubbed his eyes with his arm. He gestured towards himself.
"I thought only the rules, of what I was supposed to do to...to please them. I did not think of their c--"
Nicolo took a deep breath to force out the word, "cocks and I thought then I would be able to cope."
"Your stomach could not cope," Yusuf murmured. "You grew thin day after day." He sighed. "And all I did was find you tea."
"You were there," Nicolo croaked. "And you showed me it did not have to be the way they showed me. It made their words feel like lies. It did not always have to hurt."
"They are all lies." Yusuf cupped the back of Nicolo's head. He dropped a kiss on Nicolo's brow.
Nicolo huddled closer and pressed his face on Yusuf's stomach.
Yusuf stroked Nicolo's hair. As he breathed, his chest expanded, his stomach flexed. It was like swaying.
Nicolo pulled his arms around Yusuf.
"You said rules," Yusuf murmured. His hand went up and down, fingers combing his hair, carefully unraveling tangles.
"Always let them see my eyes," Nicolo recited, "Do not bite. Do not touch. Always swallow."
Yusuf made a pained noise.
"When you first offered," Yusuf rasped, "I thought it was strange how you did not seem to be there for a moment and then you were back. Your hands...your eyes..."
Yusuf ran his hand through Nicolo's hair. His hand stopped.
"Some liked to pull," Nicolo answered the question in Yusuf's stillness. "They like to pull hard." Nicolo lifted a hand and touched a spot above his left ear.
"Some pulled the same spot again and again. It...my scalp, did not always healed quickly. I kept my hair down so you would not see."
Yusuf lowered his head and kissed the spot Nicolo indicated.
Nicolo rested his face on Yusuf's stomach again.
"You were different," Nicolo whispered. "I was confused. You did not let me swallow. You let me touch you and you...you sounded..."
Nicolo waved towards his lower body. "I felt something, but I was not...why would I react?"
"The feel of your cock in my mouth," Yusuf said hoarsely, "The sound of your voice as you came, was enough for me."
Nicolo blinked against Yusuf.
"Oh."
"They taught you wrong," Yusuf bit out, yet his hands remained gentle on Nicolo. "There are no rules. The only rule is between us, our hearts and what our bodies tell us."
Nicolo nodded slowly.
"I was taught wrong," Nicolo said numbly. He pulled away and tilted towards Yusuf.
"You will teach me," Nicolo said, but he heard the hesitant question in his own words.
Yusuf shook his head.
"Hobi. We will teach each other."
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Monday! (because I really really need to do homework now. LOL)
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 15C/16
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(Anonymous) 2020-11-04 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)Man this has been an incredible journey!