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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12D/14
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Part 12D
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(Yusuf)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
Nicolo often went somewhere he could not follow.
Yusuf was pleasantly surprised, not expecting his trip to the village would yield three requests for letters and a simple illustration for a child’s gift. They were easy enough to do in the village without needing to return for his pens and ink. He was rewarded with figs, beans and radishes for his work. He was also gifted the last of a season’s crop set to sail on a ship in Alexandria: an odd roundish melon with a rind texture of coarse sand.
The horse—he should think of a name for it—tried to chomp on the melon. He wasted daylight wrangling the accursed horse to stop trying to eat what was in the basket and take him home. The horse retaliated by bolting from the start and had Yusuf not expected it, he would have fallen and break his neck in from of the villagers who gathered around to watch the beast’s antics.
By the time Yusuf spotted their mud brick house, the sun was starting its descent and the sky was lush in colors he has not seen in a long time. For a brief moment, he wished for some cinnamon and berries to mix into ink so he may spill the sky onto paper.
It was a fleeting thought, one Yusuf viciously squashed down.
How many times did Yusuf voice a longing and Nicolo gave him days later? A new pen, a stack of thick paper that still smelled of fresh pulp, a thick woven blanket. Were they all bought off of Nicolo’s suffering?
Like many times before, Yusuf’s eyes pricked with tears he can not shed. Not in front of Nicolo. No. He will not burden his Nicolo with such petty thoughts. They were here, in this little house, to rest. To be, as he told Nicolo.
But when Yusuf reached the house, he did not find Nicolo within, but at the stream past the fig trees that were left to grow wild when the house was first abandoned.
When Yusuf called Nicolo’s name, Nicolo did not answer.
Yusuf recognized what this was. When they repaired the house, he often turned around and found Nicolo staring off into a distance. The first time it happened, Yusuf made the mistake of trying to shake Nicolo awake. Fortunately his nose healed quickly by the time Nicolo roused.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf murmured as he reached the stream. He was not surprised Nicolo did not respond, folded tight with his knees pulled in, his thin arms wrapped around himself in a lonely hug.
Yusuf sat down, tucked Nicolo under his cloak and waited. Nicolo would return to him. Nicolo would not be so cruel to leave him behind. He did not in the desert. He will not leave him here by the stream.
When they returned to the house, Nicolo did try to eat as he promised. He looked vaguely intrigued by the melon Yusuf showed him. They have seen glimpses of the round melon and its vivid orange flesh at various markets, but did not have the coin to spare to try.
It was sweet, the juice dribbling down to Yusuf’s beard. Nicolo offered him a tired smile at the sight. He listened to Yusuf describe the letters he helped write, even chuckling as Yusuf had hoped about the part of the horse.
“I have never encountered such a disagreeable animal,” Yusuf grumbled as he rose from Nicolo’s pallet. There was no wood to make chairs. They relied on the pallet they made from the repairs for seats by the crooked leg table.
“Each time I ride him, he tries to throw me off. I swear it laughs at me.”
Yusuf put aside the rest of the melon for tomorrow. He gathered the seeds and rinds. Perhaps he will bury them by the fig trees and see if the ground would return melons. Nicolo seemed to enjoy it; he ate most of the thin wedge Yusuf cut out.
“I think he is resentful he remains unnamed,” Nicolo rasped. He stayed huddled under Yusuf’s cloak. It was too soon to burn rare kindling in the hearth that was built into the wall.
“He has a name,” Yusuf said as he pulled his tunic over his head to put into a basket by the door for wash tomorrow. There was juice everywhere on him. It was a tasty but messy food. “I call him wretched beast.”
“I have thought we should name it, but could not think of a name that will suit its horrible disposition,” Yusuf continued as he wiped his chest and throat clean with a rag.
“What do you think of the name Mud?”
Yusuf turned around and caught Nicolo averting his eyes from his bare chest, his throat working.
Yusuf lowered the rag.
“You need not fear to look,” Yusuf said. He turned around fully. “You must know by now I am yours.”
Nicolo’s head dropped.
Yusuf sat on Nicolo’s pallet to be near.
“And I hope that you are mine?” Yusuf added in a softer voice. He could not help the hopeful lilt in his voice.
Nicolo exhaled unsteadily. He shrank under Yusuf’s cloak.
“Even now?” Nicolo sighed. “Even after knowing everything?”
“Yes.”
Nicolo raised his head.
Yusuf wished he could touch Nicolo, pull him in like he did by the stream. But Nicolo looked like the horse, ready to bolt.
“Even after everything,” Yusuf murmured. His hand crept closer on the pallet until it stayed shy of touching Nicolo’s knee. “You and I. There is no room between us for anything else. I see only you before me, brighter than the moon outside. No matter what, I see only you.”
Nicolo’s mouth contorted. He fidgeted closer, his thigh close enough that Yusuf could feel the heat of Nicolo’s body off his fingertips.
“I see you,” Nicolo confessed. He covered his face with a trembling hand. “And I wish to touch you like before, but I do not know what I should be feeling.”
Yusuf gave in to his urge. He slipped his hand over Nicolo’s leg.
“I have said it before. I would gladly tell you a thousand times more. Trust what your heart tells you. It has not steered you wrong.”
“No?” Nicolo said bitterly.
Yusuf sat closer to, their knees touching.
“You once told me it was your heart that told you to lower your sword. It was your heart that told you to fight against your own people for the widow and child. It was your heart that told you to stay by my side after bandits slay me.”
Yusuf squeezed Nicolo’s leg. It ached when he realized he could do so with a single hand.
“What does your heart tell you now?” Yusuf whispered.
Nicolo covered Yusuf’s hand. He splayed the other hand over his heart. His mouth parted. He sighed with tired longing.
“It says I am frightened.” Nicolo’s hand clutched Yusuf’s hand tighter. “Not of you, but of myself. I feel...I feel...”
Nicolo’s breath quickened.
“I feel corrupted,” Nicolo said at last. “And I fear if I touch you, I would corrupt you as well.”
Yusuf turned his hand over so he could woven their hands together.
“Are you sure?” Yusuf murmured. “You feel like my Nicolo.”
Nicolo shuddered, exhaling what sounded close to be a sob.
Yusuf lifted a hand, hovering close to Nicolo’s face. He waited.
Nicolo kept his eyes on Yusuf as he leaned into the offered hand.
“Do you trust me?” Yusuf whispered.
“Yes,” Nicolo replied immediately.
Yusuf’s thumb stroked the skin under Nicolo’s eye. Despite its shadows, the skin was soft, in a vulnerable way that made Yusuf’s heart ache for Nicolo. How could anyone fathom to hurt a man like him?
“Close your eyes,” Yusuf murmured. His thumb felt the slight movement as Nicolo closed his eyes.
Yusuf kept his hand entangled with Nicolo’s. The other cradled Nicolo’s face, his thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone.
“What does that feel like?”
Nicolo’s throat bobbed. “Like you’re touching my face.”
“And?” Yusuf prodded as his thumb followed the shape of Nicolo’s nose, stopping at his mouth.
“I feel like...you are staring at me.”
“Does it bother you?” Yusuf murmured. His hand moved down to caress the strong neck to the broad line of his shoulder.
Nicolo swallowed. “N...No,” he uttered. His brow knitted. “I think it—“
“Don’t think,” Yusuf shushed Nicolo. “Just feel.”
Yusuf’s hand swept over Nicolo’s throat, over and over like the way he had sealed the walls with a mix of sand and damp mud, filling the cracks, sealing the surfaces, rebuilding it solid and whole.
Nicolo’s mouth parted.
“Sh,” Yusuf soothed as he continued his brushstrokes on Nicolo’s neck. “May I take off your shirt?”
Nicolo mutely nodded, his hand slipping out from Yusuf’s grasp and reached for the hem.
“Let me.”
Yusuf gathered the hem of Nicolo’s tunic with both hands. He rolled up the shirt up over Nicolo’s sunken belly, his chest, through Nicolo’s raised arms and over his head. He cupped the back of Nicolo’s hair, running careful fingers through it to straighten the brown strands.
Nicolo shivered.
“Cold?” Yusuf rubbed his hands along Nicolo’s sides. Nicolo’s ribcage expanded under his palms. Yusuf kept his hands on Nicolo, letting Nicolo’s breathing carry his hands up and down.
“No, I...” Nicolo gestured to his hair behind him. “They...they liked to pull when I...” His chin dipped. “I did not like when they touch me. I felt sick after.”
“When I do this,” Yusuf ran his hand slowly through Nicolo’s hair, “is it good?” He thought of Nicolo that night, how his hands twitched, afraid to touch Yusuf’s hair.
“It felt good when you touched my hair,” Yusuf went on. He continued combing through Nicolo’s hair. He was careful not to pull around the tangles.
“This feels good.” Nicolo took a deep breath. “Nice.”
Yusuf hummed. He pulled away from the hair, heartened Nicolo uttered a disappointed sound instead of relief. He moved his hand down Nicolo’s back in long, slow strokes. His fingers danced along the knobby line of Nicolo’s spine.
“What are you feeling now?”
Nicolo swallowed. “I feel hot, my skin...my skin feels like it is wrapped around me too tight.” He dropped his hands close to Yusuf, but not touching.
“I feel like I am without my armor,” Nicolo whispered. “And I trust you can strike me down but will not.”
Yusuf framed his hands on Nicolo’s hips.
“I felt the same when you touched me that night,” Yusuf said. “Did I feel like...” He swallowed. “Did I feel like them?”
Nicolo shook his head. “You felt like you.”
“As did you.” Yusuf gently kneaded Nicolo’s lower back. He kept his hands above Nicolo’s trousers. Yusuf wanted to cup his cock. Touching Nicolo’s warm skin thrilled him more than he thought possible. But he denied himself. Right now, this was for Nicolo.
“Open your eyes, hobi.”
Yusuf captured Nicolo’s chin. He dipped his head and peered up at Nicolo.
“You do not feel corrupted to me,” Yusuf said. He gazed deep and wondered how Nicolo’s eyes changed, like a blue gem held under star light. Every time he looked at Nicolo, it was different eyes. He wanted to collect each one and horde them like treasure.
Yusuf guided Nicolo’s hands to his cheeks. He felt Nicolo’s fingers curl into his beard.
“So? Do I feel corrupted to you?”
Nicolo’s eyes went distant, like by the stream, but they cleared quickly and found Yusuf’s eyes.
Nicolo shook his head. His hands tightened over Yusuf’s cheeks.
Yusuf imagined what a sight he must be: grinning, his cheeks squished under Nicolo’s hands. He slid his hands over Nicolo’s. He was rewarded with a slight quirk of Nicolo’s mouth.
“You feel like salvation,” Nicolo murmured.
“How strange,” Yusuf murmured. He pulled one of Nicolo’s hands to his lips and dropped a kiss in Nicolo’s palm.
“You feel like salvation, too.”
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Well, I’m embarrassed. I originally plotted 12 parts for the story in line with the project I’m working for school.
But now that’s it’s 14 chapters, I’m having a lot of trouble multitasking.
I’m taking a short, very short hiatus until this Friday when my project is due. I posted this part in hopes of leaving you at a good place. Much soft (sex!) and recovery in the last two chapters. In the meantime, enjoy our boys grow closer together. And see you Friday!
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 12D/14
(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)Good luck with the project!!! :)
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(Anonymous) 2020-10-11 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)Good luck with your project!
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(Anonymous) 2020-10-15 11:34 am (UTC)(link)Thank you so much for this. Good luck with your project!
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