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The world goes away, or perhaps they fall asleep like that, or maybe even it is simply not as long as it seems as if it must be, until Nicolò has thoughts in his mind again. Even so, he doesn’t move until Yusuf does, doesn’t jar him whether he’s asleep or lost in the languor that followed his pleasure or simply unwilling to shift yet. It seems cruel.

“Sorry,” he finally murmurs into the web of Nicolò’s neck, in Arabic. “I’m heavy.”

“It’s not so bad,” Nicolò says, but he’s slightly breathless, and Yusuf laughs and lifts himself off Nicolò’s chest.

As erotic as the idea of his spend mixing with Yusuf’s might be, of having marked each other in this way and combined their essences by the sheer headiness of their passion – and the thought does send a tiny jolt through his blood, though his prick protests at the very idea of renewed arousal – now that they’ve moved apart the reality is largely just cold and uncomfortable.

“I’ll get a cloth,” Nicolò begins, but Yusuf cuts him off.

“No, no. I was the one crushing you.” He nudges playfully at Nicolò shoulder, so Nicolò dutifully responds “As if you could,” and allows him to go.

He comes back with two and lets Nicolò attend to himself, which is of course only practical and should have no reason to sting.

When he’s clean, Yusuf lets out an “Oof,” collapsing back onto the pillows in a vaguely dramatic fashion. Nicolò smiles at him.

“I wasn’t expecting any of that,” Yusuf says. His voice is casual, but there’s a mild edge to it. He’s not disturbed, exactly, but that tone means he’s been disconcerted, and he’s not sure if there’s cause for concern.

“If anything distressed you,” Nicolò offers, but Yusuf is already shaking his head.

“No, no, certainly not.” He laughs, a little helplessly, and runs his hands over his face and through his hair. “No. I would… have no objection to repeating any of it.” Strangely, it sounds almost reluctant – but sincere.

Nicolò hesitates to say anything else. Perhaps he is a coward after all, coward enough to just let it lie – but then he thinks of trying to bear it and he knows speaking is the only option. He is still grasping for a way to begin when his very hesitation opens the way.

“Is there… something that distressed you?” Yusuf asks carefully. His posture is different; Nicolò can see through the darkness that he’s shifted towards him, more alert. He can’t see Yusuf’s face well enough, but he knows him, and he knows that the skin between Yusuf’s eyebrows is lined in concern. His heart wells with emotion, and he wants to lean over and kiss that crease.

“Not exactly,” Nicolò said. “But I… the fault is mine–” He keeps his tone casual, but Yusuf sits up immediately, mouth already open in protest.

“No, no,” Nicolò protests, “relax.” He pauses, but Yusuf doesn’t, so he waits, and eventually Yusuf sinks back reluctantly against the pillows, though he doesn’t lie down again.

“There were things I forgot to say, I suppose,” Nicolò clarifies. “That I didn’t think to, really. And it’s…” He thinks better of trying for a laugh. He does make some effort to sound amused, but his voice just comes out matter-of-fact when he says, “It’s really a pity, because you are… very skilled at it, but I’ve found in the past that kissing… confuses matters.”

“Ah,” Yusuf says.

He says nothing else, and for a wild moment Nicolò panics that he’s hurt by it. He isn’t even being entirely truthful – perhaps that is true, perhaps it is wise to avoid such things, but Nicolò is not being wise about it; he just knows if he goes on allowing Yusuf to kiss him, his heart will break open and bleed, and eventually it will not be something he can hide.

“I suppose that makes sense,” Yusuf says, quieting the buzz in Nicolò’s ears. “I’ve never really… both times I got anywhere near this with another man, you understand, it involved kissing, but also it wasn’t… I cared for him.” After a moment, he adds hastily, “Not that I don’t also care for you, but – you know,” and laughs.

“Yes, of course.”

“It was nice,” Yusuf says wistfully, “to actually know what to do. I’m very good at guessing, of course,” he interrupts himself, grinning so wide Nicolò can see it easily even in the darkness. “But of course you’re right.”

“I’m not the only one who can have a say,” Nicolò tells him, feeling wretchedly guilty and selfish. He’d made all of these rules himself, hadn’t he? Bad enough to be complaining about them, let alone imposing more on Yusuf just because Nicolò underestimated his own susceptibility. “If you want to discuss–”

“No, no,” Yusuf says, though his voice has a sigh in it. “You’re probably right. And I knew what you meant before, about it ruining friendships.” He breathes out deliberately. “Her name was Saima.”

Nicolò cannot think of anything helpful to say to that, but a response is surely called for. He says “I’m sorry,” and cringes at the inadequacy.

Yusuf shrugs, although his easiness is clearly much less natural than usual. If such a façade makes this easier for him, Nicolò is hardly going to pick at it. “I don’t think it would have helped anything if we hadn’t kissed each other,” he says with forced amusement. It comes out sad anyway. “And it was mostly my fault. But I regret it – especially now.” His voice wavers. “I’m sure she’s been dead some time by now.”

“I’m sorry,” Nicolò says again, softly. He touches Yusuf’s shoulder, gently – not tenderly.

“At least if I ruin things with you, you won’t die thinking I abandoned you,” Yusuf says with a horribly strained cheerfulness that is far worse than tears. Oh, no, Nicolò thinks.

He rubs Yusuf’s shoulder a little, and tries to find a thread to pick up the topic. It cannot be pushed aside, no matter how much Yusuf might wish to do so, that much is clear. “So she… that is, you were… involved, and she did not remain… disinterested?”
There’s a moment where Yusuf tries to parse that from Sabir – Nicolò thinks he may have borrowed the euphemism from Zeneize, and it sounds strange outside that language – and then he laughs. It’s a little wet, and more surprised than amused, but it’s a balm after seeing him in pain. “No, we never… it was nothing like that.” He takes a deep breath, clearly bracing himself, and says, without the pretense at humour, “No. Her husband died, and I was unmarried, and we had never… cared for each other in the way that they did, but I found her handsome and she… found me… handsome,” he waves a hand idly in the general direction of his body in a gesture somehow both self-deprecating and arrogant, made even more ridiculous by his nakedness, “and there was no reason…” He shrugs a little. “But I felt strange about it afterwards, and guilty, because she was a woman and… it felt like taking advantage, somehow, although it was her idea. So I made my excuses and left, like a coward, and then I ran off to al-Quds and died without ever making things right between us again.”

That is not what Nicolò expected. He means to say something comforting or insightful, perhaps both, but when he opens his mouth what comes out, for some Godforsaken reason, is, “So when you told me you knew what it was to lie with a woman, you meant you’d done it once?”

“By which token, I know a great deal more than you,” Yusuf shoots back loftily, without so much as a pause.

There is a moment of silence, and then they both start laughing. “By the grace of God,” Nicolò agrees, chortling, once he can speak again, “I have not been blessed with such knowledge. I thank him for that.”

Yusuf snorts loudly, which sets Nicolò off again until he thinks it wise to muffle himself with a pillow.

“I see how it is,” Yusuf proclaims once Nicolò removes his face from the fabric. He is clearly aiming for an tone of overblown solemnity, but his voice wobbles with amusement and makes him sound ridiculous. “I speak more languages than you, I can write more alphabets than you, I have more useful skills, more swordsmanship, more artistry – you want the expertise for once. In this one thing. I will give it to you.”

“Very generous,” Nicolò agrees. “I am humbled by you.”

“You should be.”

“Be quiet,” Nicolò instructs, “and go to sleep, or I will smother you with a pillow.”

“You don’t sound very humbled,” Yusuf observes, but he hastily turns his back and settles down before Nicolò can retaliate.

Against all odds, Nicolò sleeps exceptionally well.

aww, poor Nicky <3 I hope Yusuf does some soul-searching pretty soon and notices that when he said he cared for Nicky but not like that, Nicky did not say it back. And for Nicky to talk about his past experiences for once! Ugh I just love this fic so much I can't wait to see what happens next

OP here - best of luck with moving and your new home! Please don't worry about frequency of updates, you'll get to it when you can. Though I do know that writing/publishing and getting comments does help in difficult times (I don't care there's worse, moving definitely qualifies in my book.)

> the chapter where Nicky tries to keep his heart in his pants' (or maybe out of his pants, whichever)

Can this please be the official chapter title/chapter summary? Because it's absolutely perfect.

I loved Nicolò getting lost in his own head - it's very him. Berating himself for his own greed? Beautiful. I really appreciate his view on temptation (i.e. if you decide to do it after all don't moan and groan about it after) and the "running down a hill" metaphor, especially how you reprised it later.
I just love the way you write them, I hope you won't mind hearing it for every single chapter.

Also, we got more bantering! I may be low key envious of your ability to write bantering. It's absolutely awesome!

Question: is Leandro the same guys as Lazzaro from the previous chapters?

I do like the glimpses into Nicolò's past and that his story with Leandro was complex. Loved that Leandro got dunked in the water, too!

Oooh, the sex part was just... *fans self*. Look at Yusuf rules lawyer-ing again! The two of them getting tying themselves in knots!!! Oh wow, the yearning!

> With an act of will to anchor earthquakes, he does not.

This sentence was my absolute favorite. Also "desperate devotion to Yusuf" from the line before, it's just too beautiful.

Loved the post-coital cuddling and confidences and Nicolò's lines about Yusuf's experience with a woman (both "your great experience was only once?!" and "Thank God I know nothing of that") .

I wasn't expecting the kissing! And of course Nicolò put a stop to that - you're so going to regret it, Nico. I'm calling it now.

Thank you so much for this beautiful chapter!

I will definitely try to work it in somewhere. :)

Ahaha, no, Leandro and Lazzaro are totally different, so one might expect them not to have confusingly similar names, huh? But it's too late now, so that will have to wait for the AO3 edit. *facepalm* (Leandro is in fact only guilty of being kind of a moron about relationships, which is forgivable for reasons that should show up in the next part. (We can't really blame him for falling for Nicky, I guess.) Lazzaro on the other hand was just a fucking douche.)

Thank you so much, I'm very proud of that earthquake line tbh.

I wasn't actually expecting to put the kissing in - there was that line in the prompt about maybe it's The Last Thing, but then I was writing it, and was like '...all of Joe's previous sexual experience involved kissing, like, heavily', it's kind of just what you do, for him? And it moved the scene where I wanted it. But I touched on the bonus part! :)

(So much to regret, when you live forever. Just imagine being married to someone who NEVER LETS YOU HEAR THE end of your dumbass relationship decisions for, like eight hundred years! For instance.)

Hey, it might be my prompt, but it's absolutely YOUR story! Feel free to mix it up however you think it works best!

Love love this fix. A slow build, so much emotion and so well written!

Well, I'm convinced. This is an excellent plan, going swimmingly, no romance happening here, no siree.

This is becoming my favourite fic here! It's beautifully written.

Holy shit this is so hot!!! I'm obsessed, I love the whole dynamic here.

Gdi, this goes from angsty to hot-as-hell to heart-warming banter in no time flat, but it feels so smooth every time!

This is lovely and I'mxalways delighted when I check back and see an update. That said, I'm going to be nitpicky about the food.

Please feel free to ignore this if you're not super concerned about historical a accuracy regarding food. But you mentioned being unsure about it and wanting to fix any mistskes for the AO3 version, so I hope this comes across as helpful and not unwelcome.

Tomatoes are native to Central and South America, and seem to have been introduced to Europe sometime after the Spanish conquest of Tenochtitlan in 1521. I'm not entirely sure when this fic is set, but I assume 12th-13th century? If so, they wouldn't have access to tomatoes yet. My first thought was to suggest having them chop onions instead, but idk if you'd want to have to write in the usual side effects of chopping onions. That said, it does give Nicky the opportunity to blame the onions for any unduly sad or pained facial expressions.

Argh, sorry about all the typos in my last comment - it's what comes of typing on my phone at 11:30pm on a weeknight.

I am super annoyed because I *knew* that (not the dates or specific locations, but, yk, the tomato bit), but then I got into the rabbit-hole of trying to find an appropriate food, and that's always hard because it's, well, FOOD, it's hard to Wikipedia. :) Anyway, I got distracted and in my head about it and completely missed this, gdi.

I definitely care and I will definitely fix it for the later version. It is super sweet of you to suggest an actual fix, which I will jump on with hands (or something? it's late here). You totally did not have to do that (or provide such a detailed fact-check, thank you) and I appreciate the absolute heck out of it. <3

Oh damn here comes the feels. Got a little tear jerky there author. I mean I knew it was going to be an emotional slow build cause you’ve set the stage so beautifully but idk if I’m ready for all this yearning and tears in the meantime.

Good luck with moving 🤗

*new commenter on this fic*

Thank you all so much (again, but seriously!), it always makes me so happy to see home much insanely nice stuff you have to say. <3 <3

Fic is continued in fill post 2, and future installments will be there as well:
https://theoldguardkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/6665.html?thread=2447881#cmt2447881

(I kind of messed up the formatting on the new update, though, so if you want you can just skip straight to the full chapter here.)
https://salazar-quinn.dreamwidth.org/271.html

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