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Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
Warning: no sex (gasp), pillow talk and implied past child abuse (hence zero sex in this part)
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Part 16A
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(Nicolo)
Somewhere outside of Alexandria, 12th century
He dreamed of arrows, ink, the taste of Yusuf’s mouth and a tiny black cat within unblinking yellow eyes.
Nicolo sleepily considered the black and gray rooster strutting past their doorway. Yusuf has yet to find enough wood to build a sturdy door for the coming winter. It did not get as cold as the winters Nicolo vaguely remembered as a child, but he remembered what it was like to be cold and unable to sleep because the body shook too hard. Yusuf did not. Like starvation, Nicolo would rather Yusuf never experience it.
This time, Nicolo shared his concerns. Yusuf agreed they should start looking for materials to build a thick door and a larger hearth.
For now, the small window was shuttered with what little wood left from the table. They planned to move the jars of preserved food outside where they could stay chilled at nights. And they will dismantle the small hearth on the far wall and build a pit where the jars were. A larger fire and a door would help.
Nicolo pressed back into Yusuf’s body, his hands wrapped around the lightly furred forearm that went around his chest like a shield. Yusuf was safer than any battle armor or at least Nicolo thought so.
Yusuf mumbled against Nicolo’s nape. He sighed; whatever dream it was at least left him. Nicolo’s dreams were always interrupted by the sensation of Yusuf solid on his back, his arms around Nicolo. Even in sleep, Yusuf wanted to be sure Nicolo was safely tucked within his hold.
Yusuf’s nightmares were short, sharp and fast. By the time Nicolo roused and realized Yusuf’s sleep was bothered, Yusuf’s eyes have already dried and he was asleep again, murmuring and rubbing Nicolo’s arm to soothe him back to sleep.
Outside, a hen squawked, their still nameless horse snorted back and the fig trees rustled in the distance.
Perhaps eggs and flatbread for the morning. Yusuf will go into the village tomorrow with what fish Nicolo finds in the nets later.
Yesterday, there was a plentiful catch flopping in the nets. When the sun started moving into the other direction, they lay on the grass, touching each other, slipping wet fingers into intimate places, aligning hands and cocks until the daylight started to yield to night. Then Nicolo set up new nets and retrieved the old nets while Yusuf checked on their traps. He rejoined Nicolo and they took the longer foot path back to their house as they discussed what to eat for dinner.
Nicolo dug a shallow trench for their catch to swim in until it was time to barter while Yusuf prepared a fish so it was halal and cooked it in their only pot with rice and squash. They fed each other wedges of sweet figs after. Then Yusuf planted tender kisses all over Nicolo’s body. His kisses tasted vaguely of figs and he left sticky stains all over Nicolo’s flank and spent cock.
Nicolo wiggled deeper into Yusuf’s hold. He blinked blearily out their doorway.
It was the same thing they did the day before. It would be the same thing the day after.
An odd weight sat on Nicolo’s chest.
Yusuf said he was content to do this forever, but Nicolo felt a twist in his stomach as he watched himself fix nets, harvest figs and clicked at the hens tiptoeing after him for more feed.
It is a good life, Nicolo reasoned. It is an idyllic life.
However, they were both shaped for such different lives. Yusuf could have been a trader or a creator of beautiful things and see faraway lands because he wished it, not because of dreams or hiding from nightmares.
Nicolo thought he was needed, but he had not learned where. The monastery gave him to the Church when they needed a priest. Then he gave himself to become the Church’s sword. He was certain his place in life was in service—
You did just that in Cairo, did you not, a voice pointed out. It sounded like Dirar.
A hitch in his throat, Nicolo turned around and curled under Yusuf’s chin.
Yusuf’s brow knitted in sleep, but he did not wake. He simply adjusted, his arms now linked around Nicolo’s middle, his legs shifted, bending and somehow finding Nicolo’s. His right knee slipped between Nicolo’s legs, his left leg shifting to settle over Nicolo’s hips.
“Sh,” Yusuf mumbled, his hands languidly rubbing down Nicolo’s back, fingers kneading the weave of Nicolo’s tunic.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf sighed and pulled Nicolo in against the warm planes of his torso. He snuffled over Nicolo’s bent head and quieted.
Nicolo watched Yusuf’s beard as his throat worked, the tight curls shifting like dark sand. He reached up and touched Yusuf’s beard, pressing down on the plush curls that outlined under his cheekbones.
Yusuf always looked like he could break out into a broad grin. He easily fooled many, startling them whenever his good humor vanish and stew into something more dangerous.
But here, holding Nicolo in his sleep, Yusuf looked soft, generous at heart with that spark of creativity that didn’t have a place among casting nets and picking figs.
Nicolo stroked Yusuf’s beard around his mouth. The hairs under his round tipped nose (even his nose looked cheerful) was coarser. He often rolled his eyes when Yusuf insisted he needed two combs for his beard. Touching the hair that crowned the upper lip, Nicolo understood now.
I can watch him forever, Nicolo thought. And he believed Yusuf would in return.
But there was only so much they can do like this.
It is a good life, but...
Nicolo pulled his hand away and tucked his face over the tunic in search of Yusuf’s heart.
A hand cupped the back of Nicolo’s head and guided him to Yusuf’s heart. Nicolo breathed out, turned his face and listened.
“Morning, hobi,” Yusuf murmured drowsily. His hand combed down Nicolo’s hair. He did not ask what troubled Nicolo so early. He merely idly stroked Nicolo’s head, his other arm around Nicolo’s shoulders.
Nicolo listened to Yusuf’s heart beat serene against his ear. Yusuf’s legs shifted. Nicolo blinked down at the tented fabric of Yusuf’s trousers.
“Pay no mind to it,” Yusuf mumbled as he petted Nicolo’s hair. “Mornings can perk up one’s body, but it is not a request for something more. It will relax into nothing soon enough or I will step outside if we do not wish to deal with it.”
Nicolo nodded to himself.
“I had it once,” Nicolo said. He gazed down at the space their bodies created.
“Once?” Yusuf chuckled low. “Surely more? In our travels together, I’ve woken up many times, ahem, like this.”
It was true. Nicolo remembered staring across their cold campfire outside of Genmar, about to wake Yusuf for his morning prayers when Yusuf had rolled over, sleeping unbothered about his former enemy. Yusuf’s legs shifted and robes fell back and Nicolo found himself staring at an intimidating bulge straining Yusuf’s loose linen trousers.
Nicolo decided to wake Yusuf up by tossing the eaten rabbit bone into Yusuf’s ear from a safer distance.
“You? Yes, enough times I blush simply remembering,” Nicolo admitted. “But me?” He shrugged. “It was before I was given to the Church for studies. I woke up with it once, but was not sure what to do.”
And a man Nicolo did not try hard to remember touched it. He then loosened his trousers and sweetly told Nicolo he is to return the favor.
Yusuf was quiet. “I see.” He kissed the top of Nicolo’s head.
“One of the brothers in the monastery caught me touching his...” Nicolo pressed his ear harder into Yusuf's chest. He listened to Yusuf’s heart. It seemed faster.
“They beat me.” Nicolo shrugged again. “They said I tempted him to sin. After I healed, they gave me to the Church and they strongly encouraged me to take studies of priesthood to repent.” It was either that or be left on the streets. Nicolo heard stories of how bright large eyes and hungry stomachs were lured onto ships, never to be heard from again.
Yusuf said nothing after Nicolo finished. Below his waist, his erection waned but it was still a warm weight between them.
Nicolo set a hand on Yusuf’s stomach and caught the deep steadying breath Yusuf took.
“How old were you then?” Yusuf asked too casually.
“It was long ago. I do not remember.”
“Nicolo—“
“He is dead by now.” Nicolo felt Yusuf reluctantly nod.
“I have not found myself like that since.” Nicolo breathed out slowly. He should not have said anything.
“What do you think about eggs?” Nicolo asked abruptly.
“Nicolo—“ Yusuf rasped.
“I was thinking of having flatbread with it and the za tha on the eggs.”
“Zaatar,” Yusuf corrected automatically. “Nic—“
“Yusuf.”
Yusuf fell silent.
“I have enough memories to haunt me,” Nicolo murmured, “I do not wish for more. I am sorry for having upset you. I regret saying anything but please believe me when I say I do not think about it and I no longer worry about it.”
Yusuf sighed. “That you did once is enough to pain me, but all right.”
Yusuf’s hand returned to stroking Nicolo’s hair. He was deep in thought, his touch idle on Nicolo’s skin.
“Did it ever bother you to see me in this state?” Yusuf asked finally.
Nicolo thought it over. He shook his head.
"No, even in Cairo, it did not bother me. I was curious, maybe nervous, but it did not disturb my thoughts."
"Thank Allah," Yusuf sighed. “It bothers me how I must have blinded your eyes more than once.”
“Blinded?” Nicolo arched an eyebrow. “Do you see your body as a sun that blinds?”
“Well,” Yusuf returned lightly. “I have been often told I have a brilliant cock.”
Nicolo stilled. “What?”
“Uh...” Yusuf’s voice pitched higher. “Well, I mean, when I say told, I meant—“
Nicolo kept his head bowed.
Yusuf’s hand tapped the back of Nicolo’s head nervously. “I mean—“
Nicolo picked the ends of Yusuf's sleep tunic. The hem was starting to fray.
“Nicolo, it was meant to be...will you look up?”
Nicolo listened to Yusuf’s heart skipping faster.
“Nicolo,” Yusuf pleaded.
Nicolo pressed a smile over Yusuf’s chest.
After a moment, Yusuf growled. “Nicolo...look up.”
“I fear I can not,” Nicolo sighed. “I fear I might be blinded by your—“
Nicolo yelped when arms hugged him tight and rolled him onto his back. Yusuf panted happily as he held himself above Nicolo’s body. He kept his hips and cock away, his elbows on either side of Nicolo’s head.
“At least,” Nicolo sputtered, breathless, “I was spared the sight of your blinding cock.”
Yusuf snorted. He tapped Nicolo’s lips with a finger.
“I hope to dazzled by this smile every day,” Yusuf murmured. “You beam with a light the sun would envy.”
Nicolo rolled his eyes. Yusuf and his words. “I know I am not smiling that broadly.”
“Ah, but that enigmatic smile is one you only give me and I treasure it like the ever rising sun. It speaks of forever.”
Nicolo tried, but his smile faded.
“Ah,” Yusuf mourned lightly, “it has set.” He eased onto his side close to Nicolo. He propped his head up and gazed down.
Nicolo grimaced. He covered his eyes with his arm. He sighed.
“What weighs your heart?” Yusuf murmured. He stroked Nicolo’s hip, his heat felt through Nicolo’s thin trousers.
Nicolo counted the long, slow brushes of Yusuf’s hand. It was as if Yusuf knew. He did not stop, letting Nicolo count to ten before he could breathe easily.
“What are we doing?” Nicolo asked.
“I presume you are not referring to this,” Yusuf murmured.
Nicolo felt Yusuf’s lips through his trousers. They pressed on a spot on his hip.
“Eggs? Fish?” Nicolo counted out loud. “Figs? Yusuf...”
“We are here to rest, hobi.” Yusuf captured Nicolo’s other hand. “Remember?”
Yusuf kissed each finger of the hand he held.
“And how long should that be?” Nicolo wondered. He could not help but sound bitter. “How long are you trapped here until I am no longer hysterical aga—“
“Sh sh sh,” Yusuf whispered. He pulled Nicolo’s arm down from his eyes. Yusuf gazed down with open concern.
“You are not hysterical. And trapped? Do you see chains on me? Why do you say I am trapped?”
Nicolo rolled partially towards Yusuf. He idly touched Yusuf’s beard.
“Eggs, fish and figs,” Nicolo said sadly. He wished he knew what else to say.
Yusuf lowered himself down. He pillowed his head with a bent arm. He studied Nicolo.
“It will not always be that,” Yusuf promised.
Nicolo smiled faintly. “No?”
“I was thinking we should get a goat as well.”
Nicolo groaned. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Yusuf laughed softly. He turned his head and kissed Nicolo's fingertips that were petting his beard.
“I know, I know. This house, the village, it is only a respite. When the women find us, we will go with them and perhaps with them, we will find a new path.”
“And...” Nicolo bit his lower lip. “If we...if they...what then?”
Yusuf reached over and traced Nicolo’s mouth with his thumb.
“Then you and I will create our own path. I trust we will be able to see where our compass will point to next.” Yusuf tweaked Nicolo’s nose.
“Or get a goat. I miss eating feta.”
Nicolo scoffed wetly. He nodded, opening his eyes and found endlessly kind ones gazing back.
“Maybe get another horse?” Nicolo rasped. “Your horse must be lonely.”
“That is why I suggested a goat,” Yusuf replied airily. “Let something kick the horse for a change.”
Nicolo found it easy to smile again. “Perhaps it is a sign of affection?”
Yusuf grunted. “A sign of affection is...” He kissed Nicolo’s hand. He has not released it yet. “Equine teeth marks on my ass are not.”
“He never tried to bite me,” Nicolo wondered out loud.
“That is because the beast fell under your spell as well. It is understandably enamored with you. But I do not see him as my competitor.”
Nicolo arched his eyebrow again. Yusuf turned Nicolo’s hand and kissed his palm.
As he leaned in, his covered erection brushed against him. Nicolo twitched.
“I will be only a moment,” Yusuf murmured. He started to rise until Nicolo's hand touched his stomach.
"Or we could take a bath," Nicolo said. He traced the outline of Yusuf's cock outside the trousers. Interestingly, the swell lifted the fabric more, stretching it tighter. And something coiled rich and hot in his belly.
"A bath?" Yusuf went high pitched again for some reason. "W-what about the eggs? Are we not breaking fast with eggs?"
"I think I am not hungry for eggs today." Nicolo's finger trailed the sharp jut in the trousers. Over and over. He stopped when Yusuf whined deep in his throat.
"Nicolo," Yusuf whispered. His voice shook at how hard he tried to keep his voice steady. "My Nicolo, my heart, are you sure?"
Nicolo turned his hand and ran the back of his hand up the length of Yusuf's erection. A damp spot started to spread and he found himself gulping, mouth drying at the strong scent of Yusuf's sex filling the space between them.
"Let us go outside," Nicolo murmured, "And let me show you."
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The next part is Nicolo's because he needs to get over this hurtle. (no, I'm keep it at 18 parts, damn it LOL) However, with my current academic square dance (wah) trying to screw up my work hours, RL is taking over today. I'll do my best to post late tonight, if not, tomorrow.
Spare your refresh finger for the porny-porn smut post tonight/tomorrow. ;)
PS: Genmar does not exist. I couldn't Google Wiki research today. I suck.
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
(Anonymous) 2020-10-30 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)Also, I want to mouth Yusuf's soft beard (don't tell my hubby that 😉)
I look forward to the next part... Even as I dread reaching the end of this. Some days it's all I look forward to.
Sequels are good... Just a thought. But keep up with your studies! 😁
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
Sex education 101, anyone?
Ducking back into class that was supposed to be 2 hours before. Wah.
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
(Anonymous) 2020-10-30 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)you can keep it to 20 parts if you make it a series!
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Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
(Anonymous) 2020-10-31 12:52 am (UTC)(link)MORE CAKE!!!
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
(Anonymous) 2020-10-31 07:47 am (UTC)(link)I don't think anyone would complain about that. And for your sequels, follow where your heart leads you.❤️
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(Anonymous) 2020-10-31 05:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
Would you be a dear and please let us know your AO3 Username so that we may take a peak at more stories from you? Are you doing anymore fills? I don't want you disappearing into the ether after this!
Re: Yusuf/Nicolo Forced Prostitution Fill : Needs of the Other 16A/18
You can tell my lack of imagination that I kept the same pseudo otherwise I will never get back in or remember. LOL
There’s nothing there yet, though.
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