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Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-05 08:53 pm (UTC)(link)"Either in Merrick’s lab or in any other circumstances where Joe and Nicky are kidnapped and separated, the bad guys taunt Joe about raping Nicky. When they get rescued Nicky reassures Joe that sure, they kicked him around a bit and called him some names but definitely no rape took place.
He’s lying."
Nicky knows the signs. He is an old soul. Cruelty and greed are the same the world over and have been so since his first, useless death in the name of his Faith's greed. He knows the way men behave when they see something that they want but are too ashamed to admit to desiring. His love for Yusuf, the radiant, glorious love that he receives in return have made men like Merrick's brute hunger since their earliest days together.
He is afraid but only that they will take Joe instead.
His love is fire and sunlight, all his passions burning bright enough to dispel the deepest darkness. Joe is fearless of his own wellbeing. Only for Nicky, does his beloved fear. But the speech, the way that Joe puts himself between Nicky and harm is like nectar to the bee to such men. They rejoice in the chance to take what is Joe's and prove they are the stronger for their hatred and petty greed.
Nicky is Joe's. He almost laughs that they think that truth could ever be changed. Since the first day he died until the good Lord decrees that their time has come, Nicky belongs to Joe. Nothing they do will ever change that.
Merrick himself is satisfied with murder. Nicky knew boys like him in the cloister; Marco, who had pulled the wings off flies: Giuseppe, who had drowned unwanted (and wanted) kittens. He imagines himself greater than he is and delights in displaying his power. He falters when Joe revives and proves that his petty violence has cowed neither of them. Nicky notices that the leader of the men keeps his eyes on Nicky and he recognizes that look. He knows the signs.
So he is not surprised when they are seperated. Joe is shoved into the lift with three men holding him. Nicky is left with five and the man with hate and lust in his eyes. Nicky wonders idly who he reminds the man of. A former lover? An object of desire who passed from the man's life ignorant of the hunger they left behind? Perhaps it is simply that he fits Joe as well as a tailored suit, a true equal in the eyes of one who cannot conceive of any relationship that is not one party as master over the other? Men have killed Nicky for less.
"Take him to the conference room," the man says.
The men laugh. Most of them. Nicky sees one man who grimaces where his comrades cannot see and one of the men holding his arms loosens his grip rather than tightening it. Their leader's smirk makes them bold, kindles the madness of the mob and Nicky sighs.
"Let's see why he thinks so highly of you, eh?"
"Let's make you sing instead!"
"Let's see how much you've learned about pleasing a real man!"
They're all laughing now. Nicky just feels weary down to his bones. He doesn't fight as they strip him. The man is not foolish enough to uncuff him, leaving the fabric wadded up around his wrists. The table is smooth and cool from the air conditioning that whirrs overhead. Nicky closes his eyes.
Meno male, he thinks, Grazie Dio that it was not Joe they picked.
Joe would be present, tormented by the crude handling and the animalistic grunts. Nicky...goes away inside his head.
He has never been a particularly carnal man, with the sole shining exception of Yusuf/Joe. His time as a man of faith left him with a natural distance from his physical body and needs. Nicky does not notice hunger or thirst or even the craving for another's touch as keenly as other men do. It troubled Yusuf for the first two centuries, made him more ardent in his admiration and his lovemaking. It has never troubled Nicky. He can lose himself in Joe's mere presence and the feeling is beyond words.
And when this happens, Nicky can withdraw and leave his tormentors only his body to ravage.
The man comes to him first and last. Nicky acknowledges that. First to break him if he can and last when it becomes apparent that the worst he and his men have done cannot inspire in Nicky even a flicker of the rage he showed when Joe was attacked. Nicky has been told before that his eyes, empty as the rest of his physical body, are disconcerting. The men falter, lust shrivelling in the face of his indifference and the man who orchestrates it all is made angrier with every failure.
His anger is directed only outward, of course. Nicky would laugh if he didn't want this to just be over. He has more immediate concerns; finding Joe and escaping. His temper sparks at the man's hissed "slut" of all things. The ridiculousness of it offends him and suddenly Nicky is furious. It is not enough that the man must force himself on Nicky but he must also blame Nicky for his misplaced and unwanted lust?
The man pulls back and there is a moment, barely a second, where he is not paying attention to Nicky. Nicky drives his elbow back and up. The man gasps and falls back. His men's laughter stops. Nicky turns his head and meets the man's furious eyes with his own steady gaze.
"Fucking-!" the man's breath will not let him swear. The rest descend but Nicky barely feels it. One of them gets a lucky strike in. Nicky feels his neck dislocate and the world vanishes.
He revives in the lift, hanging between two men. He is clothed again. The man is not present. The silence in the lift is suffocating. The man holding his right arm drops him when his spine realigns with a snap. Neither of them will look at him and they drag him into a laboratory. Joe is already strapped onto one of the cots. The doctor with the pleasant smile and ambition where her soul should be is standing over him with a clipboard.
Joe's eyes find him and everything that is not that beloved face falls away. "Nicky!"
"Joe!" Nicky reaches for him only to be hauled back by rough hands on his shoulders.
"Are you well?" Joe demands even as they force Nicky onto the cot beside him.
"I am fine," Nicky says.
"He's better than fine," one of the guards leers and Nicky wants to kill this man so badly that his hands shake. Joe's eyes go wide. Nicky curses silently.
"Sweet as honey," the other agrees and they both laugh. Joe makes an inarticulate sound and Nicky manages to catch his eye and holds his beloved's gaze. Joe's fear and rage shine but it is the love underneath them, constant as the progress of the sun through the skies, that Nicky focuses on. They are together. That is what matters.
Joe manages to bite his tongue until they are left alone. "Nicky, hayati..."
"They lie," Nicky says in the mish-mash of Ligirian, Arabic and Greek that makes up their private language. He feels only the barest guilt. It was nothing to Nicky but Joe with his great heart and wide eyes...he would be ruined by the mere knowledge of it. "They wished to teach me better manners with their fists. They wanted you to be afraid for me."
"They did not need to trouble themselves," Joe's eyes search his face and his love smiles despite the worry in his eyes. "I am always afraid when you are apart from me."
"And I," Nicky tells him gruffly. "When you are away from me, there is only desolation."
The hand closest to him strains against the strap biting into his wrist and Nicky reaches back with as little success. Joe's smile is a little more genuine this time.
"And you say I am the romantic?"
"After a thousand years," Nicky manages, "I have learned some of your skill."
"We will be free," Joe promises him and Nicky's answering smile is unsteady but he believes him.
The following hours are one nightmare after another until Nicky fears they will be buried under them. Booker and Andy's capture. Booker's betrayal. Andy's mortality.
Then Nile comes to their rescue and everything else is pushed aside in the pursuit of Merrick and their own freedom. The man manages to surprise them, first the explosion and then the gas. Nicky is confused but he sees that man, that monster in a human skin, attack Joe and all his reason abandons him. He attacks the man but he's weak from healing what was done to him and the gas burns his lungs.
He is surprised by the gunshot. Not that the man shoots him. He is surprised that the man takes the time to be so pointlessly cruel.
Then he is dead.
He wakes to Joe hovering over him and Nicky can only reach for him, hand grasping at the stained fabric of Joe's shirt. He can't linger, can't collapse into Joe the way he wants and needs to. They aren't safe yet. He grabs his gun and they run to catch up with the others and there is another bewildering rush of violence and mayhem.
Nicky does not go away but he does retreat. He keeps his focus on the things that he can do; he tends Andy's wounds, helps Nile clean the blood from her braids and puts a simple dinner in front of the ruins of his family. He only goes to shower off the blood when the tension in the room is too much.
The water is hot enough to sting and Nicky's feet skid on the bottom of the bath. He catches himself on the tiles and drops his head so he can breathe. He is shaking, tears in his eyes as it all comes rushing in at once. He startles at the hand on his shoulder but Joe steadies him before he can fall. Nicky steps into his arms and Joe embraces him with the hot water pounding down on their shoulders. Joe guides Nicky's head to his shoulder. He works the dried blood free of Nicky's hair and his fingers are gentle against the back of Nicky's head. The phantom itch where bone and brain knitted back together tingles under Joe's touch and Nicky's breath hitches.
"I am here," Joe says quietly, turning Nicky's face up so he can kiss him. His eyes are dark but his smile is soft. "I have you, hayati."
Re: Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-05 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)Oh God. <3 :'( <3
Re: Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-05 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-05 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-06 11:07 am (UTC)(link)OP
Re: Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-06 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill - All the Shades of Gray, Joe/Nicky, Non-con
(Anonymous) 2020-10-10 03:20 am (UTC)(link)Also, I love this line: "The doctor with the pleasant smile and ambition where her soul should be is standing over him with a clipboard." Amazing!